Just as Song Xici touched his chin and tilted his head, looking at the small book with a smile, Tang Youan's eyelashes trembled, and then his eyes slowly opened.
"Xi Ci?" Tang Youan raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples, then sat up straight and looked at her, his eyes seemed to be stained with a layer of mist, "You haven't slept yet?"
"Because I couldn't sleep, I got up and went to drink water. By the way, I just saw that grass carp." Song Xici pointed to the door as he spoke.
"See? Then you... Forgive me?" Tang Youan asked.
"Forgive me, really," Song Xici gave her a sideways glance, then picked up the book on the table and turned to look at her, "What are you doing to record these things when you have something to do?"
"Because I don't want to make you angry again." Tang Youan replied.
"Don't want to make me angry..." Song Xici turned the page of the book and smiled, "Is that so?"
"Yes," Tang Youan looked into her eyes and said firmly, "Also, you are my only friend now, so I want to get to know you."
"The only friend?" Song Xici held the book, looked up from the book, and landed on Tang You'an's face.
"Well. When I was young, there was a rumor from somewhere that there were a large number of treasures buried in our village, so a large number of treasure thieves came to dig. Later, the villagers had a dispute with them, The treasure thief washed the whole village with blood, and then took the dug up treasures and left, and set fire to everything. My parents and my mother were all killed. And I was taken by a lucky little girl who avoided suffering. Escaped." Tang Youan sighed slightly when he said this.
Song Xici stared at her, and gradually, a little bit of fluorescent light flashed in his eyes. Before he knew it, he closed the book in his hand and held it gently in his arms.
"The girl is kind-hearted, kind, older than me, and has a lively temperament. We live together. She will always come up with various ways to get food, and then give me most of it. Even if the road is difficult, she will She would always hold my hand. Unfortunately, she was born weak and fell ill. I could see that her lifespan was over, but she couldn't be cured, and cried for a long time in front of her." Tang Youan stared at Ru Mo Dao Outside the window, he stretched out his hand, put it on his hair, and gently stroked the tip of his hair.
Song Xici frowned slightly and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't spit out a word.
It feels a little cruel. If I had experienced these blows myself, I would have been psychologically distorted. But Tang Youan was like a blank sheet of paper.
"Afterwards, I met Master and followed her into the mountains," Tang You'an lowered her eyes slightly, "Although people often come to us for fortune-telling from thousands of miles away, it's just a series of transactions, it's over. , they left, and in the small bamboo hut, it was calm again, as if nothing had happened."
Song Xici looked at her and couldn't help but ask again, "Aren't those days boring? There's no one to talk to."
"I don't know what boredom is. At that time, I didn't seem to feel lonely. I woke up every morning and finished breakfast with Master, practicing swords, reading, playing the piano, painting, and picking wild fruits. Happy." Tang Youan recalled those, with a shallow smile on the corners of his lips.
"Afterwards, Master passed away. I was alone there. I only occasionally went down the mountain to go to the market to buy something. I planted some crops in the spring and fed the birds that often came to visit me; Mei, sweep the snow and warm the wine. After a long time, you will get used to that person's life." When Tang Youan spoke, the expression on his face was always soft.
She was as gentle as the tender petals that rustled between her dresses in March, and she was extremely harmless.
"So, now that I know you, I hope that I can get to know you more. I also hope that we can spend more time with each other." Tang Youan said softly.
After listening to Song Xi's speech, he was stunned for a moment, and then immediately smiled: "What more time, this is true, don't curse me, I will live a hundred years!"
"I know," Tang Youan stared at her, "big ears, big eyebrows, long nose, straight eyes, rosy complexion, and full of heaven. It is a sign of longevity, and your life is not short."
Song Xici was stunned: "Then you... I don't allow you to curse yourself!"
"I'm not cursing myself, I just want to say that even if there is no contract after half a year, I hope we can communicate as usual as good friends." Tang Youan explained.
Suddenly mentioning the half-year contract that he almost forgot, Song Xici's mind suddenly got stuck.
"That... that's natural..." Song Xi resigned, compared one hand to a gun, and then pointed at Tang You'an, "Good friends go together, whoever gets off the list first is a dog!"
After finishing speaking, Song Xici scratched his head again: "I'll go, you may not understand this stalk..."
"Okay, whoever gets off the list first is the dog. However, it's getting late now, Xici you go to bed." At this time, Tang Youan smiled again.
After Song Xi finished listening, he glanced at the time displayed on the computer, and let out a sigh of relief, then hurriedly put down the small book.
"Then I'll go to bed first, I'll be filming tomorrow, I have to hurry up and take a rest!" Song Xici covered her mouth with her hand and yawned, then exited Tang You'an's room and went to her bedroom.
After Tang Youan watched the door closed, he turned his head, picked up the writing brush and looked at it, a gentle smile appeared on his face again. She will cherish this friend very well. Immediately afterwards, she also turned off the computer.
After that, Tang Youan thought of the word "filming", so he paused, opened the drawer again, and took out the script.
There are only three days left before she joins the group.
The role of Gu Moyan, played by her, is not only good at singing and dancing, but also has excellent skills in secret. She is an assassin. She was originally lurking next to the female general to collect information, but unfortunately she fell in love with the female general.
She fell in love with the female general, but the female general did not love her. At the same time, both the enemy and the enemy also regarded her as a thorn in the eye, so in the end, she died like this.
Tang Youan probably flipped through it and found that there were not many scenes for this character in the early stage, and only gradually increased in the middle stage.
After thinking about it, Tang Youan opened the Weibo that Shi Xiaobao learned to use today, and went to take a look under his account.
This account has not been updated for a few days, and the update frequency is not frequent. However, no matter which Weibo of her own, the masses are scolding her in concert.
"Did Tang Youan get out of the entertainment industry today? If not, I'll ask again tomorrow. :)"
"King Cutout is shameless, bah! Besides, the fighting scenes in the previous drama were all martial artists, so why don't you die?!"
Seeing there, Tang Youan stretched out his hand and turned it slightly in front of him.
"Trash a little bit! It's disgusting to use money to buy characters for shame. I had high expectations for "Ren Chen", but you are a mouse/shit in it, I will never watch it!"
"Don't, just skip the part with her, otherwise it's not good for other actors to suffer because of her."
"Other actors probably feel that they are too old now, and they actually want to play with such a fool. B or something..."
Tang Youan turned the page of the script. I have to say, this script looks a bit interesting.
"I guess it's not a role to buy, maybe the director thinks that she's done enough recently, and the topic is high enough to bring a wave of popularity to the show?"
"Why did Song Xici fall in love and marry a waste like you? I'm afraid, I can't pull her back, so I can only say goodbye manually. Those who are close to ink are black, and those who can play together are the same raccoon dog. You two scum will grow old!"
"Since Song Xici was with you, his reputation has plummeted. It is said that there are no good scripts recently received. Are you very happy?"
Tang Youan abruptly closed the script, shook it, and put it on the table, his lowered eyes slowly raised again to look at the wall.
Looking at the remarks on the phone screen, she then stood up, put one hand under the snow-white bathrobe behind her, and paced to the window, looking at the things outside.