But when the artistic conception in the poem is clearly slightly drunk, he speaks softly and softly, but when he comes to him, he is covered in peachy pink...
Zhou Shengchen suddenly said: “It’s no surprise to ask your partner to like ancient literature. It can be a kind of fun in itself.” For example, recite tea poems, or recite the name of tea, or the Wu song he read to her. , The poems mentioned for her are all like this.
It's time to think about it, it's not bad.
But because of this sentence, she finally noticed something. She put her face close to his heart, listened to the rhythmic heartbeat, and laughed in a low voice: "Zhou Shengchen, you are jealous."
Two days later, she and Zhou Shengchen went to see Wen Xing.
She seems to be in good condition, but the indicators are always unqualified. In the past half month, she has missed a suitable donor. These were briefly described to her by Zhou Shengchen. She doesn't understand organ transplants, but she understands that congenitals must have a much higher risk factor than acquired, which makes Wen Xing even more distressed. It is always difficult for a person to heal himself.
On this trip, she met Mei Xing.
Wen Xing's ward has her own living room and sofa. Shi Yi went to Wen Xing's ward when Zhou Shengchen went to talk with the doctor. Wen Xing chuckled in a light blue sportswear coat, Mei Xing also shook his head and smiled, took off his glasses, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe.
"sister in law?"
"Um."
"Sister-in-law, I have good tea here. I have made two cups." Wen Xing took a cup of himself and gently pushed it in front of Shi Yi, "I can't drink, you drink." Shi Yi felt amused: "You really can't drink tea, how can you pay it back? Want to make yourself a cup?"
"When I saw Mei Xing, I forgot when I was happy," Wen Xing went to see Mei Xing lightly, "The plum is a disaster."
Mei Xingyou smiled to himself, but he didn't say anything.
A nurse came in to perform routine checks for Wen Xing. She sat down on the single sofa and wanted to get the cup of tea. As soon as her hand touched the edge of the base of the teacup, Mei Xing held the other side of the base at the same time.
Mei Xing glanced at her with an unfathomable light in her eyes.
Shi Yi looked back at her in doubt, but heard Wen Xing calling herself, so she didn't think about it for the time being.
Later Zhou Shengchen came and talked to Mei Xing in the small living room for a while. Before Mei Xing left, he casually asked people to pour the two cups of tea. She looked at the back of him leaving, remembering that the moment she had looked at each other, she was actually infected by Mei Xing's aura, thinking that there was something wrong with the cup of tea.
Compared with Wen Xing, the distance between him and Wen Xing should be obvious...
She shouldn't doubt it.
Shi Yi is getting better, so he makes up for the work that he has left for two months, and prepares to enter the studio next week to record. When Meilin heard that she was about to start work, she counted her work and complained that she was going to be forced to death by various producers. That afternoon, she delivered the latest documents by express delivery, which was as thick as a book. In order to match her voice, there are more roles in costumes.
She flipped through her hands, familiar with the character.
On the contrary, his own book was shelved.
At the end of the book, writing was very slow, because she couldn't remember his ending.
Can't remember why he died, and how he died. If you don't remember clearly, you can only go back and revise the previous ones.
Zhou Shengchen has been very busy recently. She eats by herself most of the time and is also used to him coming home late. After going to see Wen Xing in the morning, he sent her home and left.
After reading the script for a while, she began to amend her own manuscript distractedly, and as soon as she did it, she changed it to more than seven o'clock.
She pondered the words in her mind, holding the stack of paper in both hands, involuntarily tapping the tabletop. After a while, he turned his head and pressed his face to the desk. The brows frowned, relaxed, and gradually frowned again. When he reached a certain level of concentration, he didn't notice Zhou Shengchen's return.
He hung up his coat with some tiny water droplets, and saw her in the study through the open door.
He walked into the study: "What problems have you encountered?"
Shiyi closed the folder subconsciously and wanted to get up, but he held his shoulders.
He squatted down and motioned to her to say so.
She thought for a while and had to admit: "Knot."
"Knot?"
"I'm writing something, and I always want to write it best. The choice of words is too careless," she exhaled softly, "it's a knot."
"Well," he said he understood, "Let me think about how to solve you."
She chuckled, "It won't bother you, a great scientist."
"Shhh... let me think about it, as if I thought of it."
She felt funny and nodded.
"Remember that I once answered you, what is February called?"
"Cyan incense."
He nodded: "This is just my habitual statement. Seriously speaking, there are many other names in February with different sources. Isn't it difficult to say which one is better?"
She admitted that what he said was the truth.
"Just like in the laboratory, I never ask students to copy me completely. Everyone has their own suitable method," he thought a little, and then said, "I don't write articles very much, but I know that the literati and mosques in the past also all They have their own preference and habit of using words and sentences. The core of doing research and writing articles is here," he tapped his temple with his index finger, "write what you want in the way you are used to."
"Um."
"Did not eat?" He patted her belly, "Hungry?"
She answered honestly: "I'm hungry."
"Let's go," he got up, "Let's go out to eat."
"Now?" She heard the sound of rain and could imagine the lightning and thunder outside.
"I have read the weather forecast. The rain will stop in an hour. We will drive slowly and eat in a place farther away."
"The weather forecast?" Shiyi has always had a bad impression of the weather forecast. "What if it's inaccurate?"
Shi Yi followed his footsteps, followed his steps, and talked to him.
Zhou Shengchen stopped suddenly and turned around: "There is also a probability that the rain will stop, right?"
She was still hesitating: "I'm afraid to trouble Uncle Lin, and I have to take us to dinner on rainy days."
"I'm driving this time."
"you drive?"