My Darling

Chapter 13: Waiting every second (section one)

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gone? So fast

At first sight, I took a deep breath and felt that I should open the door. Yes, open the door.

So the obstacle blocking the sight of the two people suddenly disappeared. Jian Bianlin leaned on the door with one arm, his eyes suddenly changed from the little lazy bear hanging from the wooden door to her, a little startled.

"I... I remember there is a package of instant noodles. Let me give you a bowl of noodles to eat." She suffocated for a long time and squeezed out such a sentence.

Seiding Lin leaned on the door with one arm, thought for a while, and nodded. After I saw him running into the kitchen, he sent a text message to the assistant in the corridor, asking him to come over and get the key to the house, and squat at the opposite door for a while.

So when I first saw the eggs everywhere, I heard that the door was opened, and asked casually: "Who is here?" When the inspector went to the kitchen door, his eyes and expressions were plain and unremarkable: "No one."

When I first saw it, I continued to frantically try to find more things to throw into the pot. As a result, I cut most of a bowl of coriander to serve as green vegetables. Jian Bian Lin took advantage of her cooking, wandered around, poured some water on the potted plants on the balcony, and fed a small tank of fish raised by his father for the first time. When he walked back to the kitchen, he was watching When she tilted her head under the warm yellow light of a bean, she tried to pour the noodle soup out of the small stainless steel pot without leaving a drop of juice.

When he was young, he didn't know how to cook, so he cooked instant noodles for her when the two adults were away. She will always ask for some luncheon meat and some green vegetables. I will wash the tomatoes for you. Oh, yes, there is chicken soup in the refrigerator, and the last bowl of instant noodles can be cooked on the roadside stall. Mala Tang. Finally, when it’s out of the pot, she will keep reminding her not to fall on the table, eh, slow down, slow down, it’s poured out...

After the noodles were served, when he first saw him scoop out all the coriander leaves, I began to regret why I didn't have half a bowl left and tasted it for myself. Is it so delicious

When people left, she thought carefully about whether to send them or not, whether they should be delivered outside the door, whether they should be at the elevator entrance, or downstairs.

Finally, I took the coat and sent it downstairs.

Watching him walk down two steps, she called the sound inspection Bianlin, took two small steps, stood on the highest step and looked straight at him: "Be careful... Be safe."

The night breeze... is still.

Not far away, the security of the community is still running around to help people schedule parking spaces. Assistant Lin Lin drove around a long time ago and didn't dare to honour the horn. Looking at this place through the glass window, I don’t know what the two are delaying. , But this is the last flight at night, no more planes.

"You won't go..." She put her hands in the pockets on both sides of the sweater, slipped her eyes, and crossed him to take a look at Xie Bin's car.

Prosecutor Lin looked at her for a moment, and after about half a minute he confessed vaguely through a mask: Let's go.

So that night, I saw that I could not sleep all night for the second time in bed. The two people are considered together, and the content of the first date is that they have studied fast food cooking for each other...

I didn't sleep for long and rolled out of the bed hazyly.

She remembered that he was about to have an operation, but he was still so busy, which seemed very inappropriate. Leaning on the bed, he almost uncovered a hole in the long-haired carpet under his body with his bare hands. I guess it might not be convenient to check the border forest, so I called Xie Bin. The first sentence I picked up over there was: hello, his girlfriend, prosecutor Lin, what's the matter

She was able to deal with people other than him freely, and after a daze, she confirmed with Xie Bin as if there was nothing wrong with him to check the next trip of Bianlin and his condition. This time Xie Bin did not pretend to be mystery, nor did he exaggerate or conceal it. He probably confessed his recent work schedule. It turned out that Bian Lin didn't make it as easy as he said. Now he has left Hong Kong and is in Macau.

I have to make up for the last movie for at least 24 days, and then come back to arrange the operation, how can it be a month after the operation. By the way, Xie Bin feels that it is not easy to be an artist. It is like eating painkillers and VC: "It's not right, VC will also take two tablets a day..." When he hung up the phone, Xie Bin also felt that it was not easy for his agent to do it. It's almost half a mother of the border forest.

The border inspector made up the shoot in the afternoon. The schedule was very tight. At the airport, he met with the reporter to be interviewed, and got directly into the black nanny car for the interview. Throughout the whole process, he endured abdominal pain and patiently turned over the interview outline to answer the questions in detail as much as possible so that the reporter had enough to write the manuscript.

The nanny car bypassed the pedestrian street selling souvenirs and drove under the St. Paul's archway.

Prosecutor Bianlin closed the outline of the interview: "Thank you, if you have any questions that need to be added, send it to my agent, and I will ask him to sort out the text version and give it to you."

The reporter put the recorder away and greeted with a smile: "Thank you, thank you, I really understand our work. It's really hard for you to be interviewed in such a short time from the airport. The work is really full, and the time for private life is crowded. Gone."

Inspector Lin nodded and signaled goodbye. He put on his hat and jumped out of the babysitter's car, took two assistants and a makeup artist, and went directly onto the fort.

This scene was originally a night scene, and the director is notoriously demanding.

A scene was filmed from just dark to more than three o'clock in the morning.

In the end, Checking Bianlin began to feel weak even when he put on his coat... The pain radiating from the abdomen, even the fingers of his right hand began to tremble slightly. Xie Bin felt wrong and asked him to rest against the gray brick wall of the turret when the crew closed.

The director noticed it and asked about the situation before leaving. Prosecutor Lin waved his hand and explained hastily that he had eaten his stomach. Let the crew clean up quickly and go to rest, he will be fine later.

It's abdominal pain, I can't sit down, and I don't get immediate results after I bite the painkiller.

He stood leaning against the wall for more than half an hour. The crew was gone, and the painkillers worked. His legs were a little soft, and he slowly climbed down the steep stone steps with the help of his assistant.

"Check the border forest." Someone in the distance called his name.

He almost shook his head and looked back at the distance in disbelief.

First saw jumped up from the bench under the tree and ran towards him.

Because of the intense pain, he was forced out of cold sweat. At this time, the night wind was blowing, and his forehead inevitably tightened. Seeing her approaching, he almost reflexively put on the hat to cover it. Sweat on his forehead and short black hair soaked.

"I haven't dared to go up, I'm afraid you are still filming. But just now I saw a lot of people moving things down. Neither you nor Xie Bin got down. I thought you would have gone back long ago." Barring his teeth grinning bitterly, he added softly, "My legs are numb... Let me slow down first."

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Jian Bianlin looked at the subtle change on her face because of her leg numbness, and asked word by word: "Are you coming for me?"

"Yeah..." Who else can I find, "I have nothing to do lately, so I will take care of you." She is not a perfunctory person, since she has agreed, she must do everything in place. For example, is it right for a girlfriend to take care of a sick boyfriend

What's more, she has free time than the average office worker: "However, depending on the intensity and time of your work tonight, it is estimated that you can't take care of anything."

Before she could say anything, she was pulled up by Bianlin's wrist.

I frowned at first sight: "Don't move, wait, it's not good... Don't move..."

Hearing what she said, Jian Bianlin didn't dare to move, half-raising her arm in a weird stiff posture, supporting her.

After half a minute, the first sight finally relaxed: "Okay," she exhaled softly, and aimed at Xie Bin not far away, "Do you have to shoot this time every night scene? Ordinary people can't stand it, let alone You are still a patient—"

He interrupted her loudly: "When did you arrive in Macau?"

"About eight o'clock, right?" She replied, and then asked, "Does Xie Bin not help you talk to the director? Is there such a torture of patients?"

Prosecutor Lin turned a deaf ear, still looking at her and asked, "How long have you waited?"

"... Many hours." She didn't count it seriously either.

Xie Bin clearly said it was a night scene, and it is estimated that the filming will be finished by ten or eleven. She had no doubts, and went straight here after leaving the airport, sitting on a bench and waiting for hours, except for sending Xie Bin a text message to confirm that they were still there, she didn't dare to bother.

She doesn't really understand, the agent is free to move around on the set. I was simply afraid of affecting them, so I just waited until now.

When I arrive in Macau after eight o'clock, I can sit here at nine o'clock at most.

From nine o'clock last night to four o'clock now, seven hours, still waiting across the night.

If it wasn't for the sweaty skin that was blown by the wind, he would even think it was a dream. Her wrists are all cold—

Prosecutor Bianlin's hand slid down her wrist and grasped the hand that was first seen, and noticed that her fingers were also cold. He frowned.

Take her back to the hotel as soon as possible and take a hot bath.

It must be frozen.

When I first saw it, I wanted to complain that the director was inhuman, and instantly died down.

The mind is a bit empty.

She casually looked at a shop with closed doors in the distance, and whispered: "I will be photographed..."

Tried to pull hands, but failed.

Prosecutor Lin's voice is barely audible: No one will be heard at this time.

At four o'clock in the morning, the reporter has to go to bed.

This is a very reasonable explanation.

The arm that I saw for the first time was gently brought by him, and with a very gentle force, she let her follow her. Just holding her quietly, without forcing her, even the strength in her hands was a little loose.

The more he was like this, the less she dared to break away. He held hands and walked forward with a half-push and half-half. After Xie Bin, she heard the big agent squinted and said: "Sorry, just saw You texted me, I knew I would let you go back to the hotel first."

"It's okay... I'm waiting everywhere." At first sight, he muttered with a guilty conscience, and didn't dare to look at the man who induced him to come to Macau.

Xie Bin smiled and watched the two leave and continued smoking.

The stone underfoot bumped and bumped.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I can still smell the scent of dried pork and egg tarts on this street, even though the shop’s doors are closed.

She was seized all the way down the slope holding hands by Lin Lin... Until the side door of the babysitter car was pushed open in the silent night, she woke up like a dream and suddenly withdrew her hand.

His eyes were so dark and shining in such a deep night: getting in the car.