Sang Wanci didn't understand why Lu Zhiwei had this expression, and asked bluntly, "Should I not ask?"
Lu Zhiwei suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and rubbed the back of his head: "No, it's the first time I was asked about my birthday, so I was a little surprised."
Seeing this, Sang Wanci unconsciously looked her up and down.
Lu Zhiwei looks gentle and speaks nicely, he doesn't seem like someone who will get into conflict with others and attract people to exclude him.
"Why didn't anyone ask?" Sang Wanci asked.
Lu Zhiwei touched his fingers, looked at his palm, embarrassed and honest: "You may not believe it, I have a low sense of existence, everyone..."
Her wording was subtle: "I don't really remember me."
Sang Wanci suddenly froze and didn't answer, but just looked at her motionless.
I don't know what to think.
I don't know if I believed her or thought she was ridiculous.
Lu Zhi smiled twice: "Teacher Sang, just treat me as nonsense, don't take it to heart."
Then he changed the subject and asked curiously, "Why did Teacher Sang ask about this suddenly?"
Sang Wanci slowly came back to her senses, and said calmly, "It's nothing, but when Director Li joked that no one gave you a birthday, I think you reacted a bit wrong."
At that moment, Lu Zhiwei was stiff and unnatural, as if his embarrassing thoughts were suddenly released, and his naked body was exposed to the public.
Recalling her crying scene again, it seems to empathize with her, she is Xiao He, and Xiao He is her, which makes people feel distressed.
Coupled with Lu Zhiwei's gentle encouragement to her just now, she wanted to ask.
I just didn't expect the result to be worse.
Not only was no one celebrating her birthday, but no one even took the initiative to ask her about her birthday...
Lu Zhiwei didn't feel miserable, and even bent his eyes happily and said with a smile: "Wow, Teacher Sang, you are really careful. Thank you, I am very happy!"
Seeing her smiling optimistically, Sang Wanci didn't know what to say for a while.
Not being remembered, no one even asked about her birthday, when these things were brought up, she wouldn't feel wronged, didn't want to cry, didn't she want to vomit bitterness
"Aren't you sad?" Sang Wanci asked puzzled.
Lu Zhi smiled, his eyes were crooked, and his tone was ordinary: "It's nothing to be sad about.
"Now that technology is advanced, as long as you set it up, everything will be remembered by the system, just like the mobile phone calendar, it will pop up to remind me when the time is up, isn't it good.
"No matter how bad it is, there is still me."
She nodded her temple: "I will remember, always remember."
Sang Wanci looked at her, recalling the moment when she was in a daze on the set.
Maybe deep down in her heart she would still be sad about this matter, but she didn't show it on the surface.
But since she didn't take the initiative to reveal it, then forget it.
They are just a cooperative relationship, not friends who talk about everything, and she doesn't need to open her heart to her unconditionally.
And she seems to have a thousand ways to please herself, making negativity useless.
Thinking of this, Sang Wanci curled up her lips as if infected by the smile on her face, and agreed, "You are very optimistic."
Lu Zhiwei did not deny this evaluation and readily accepted it.
"It's good to be optimistic. Only by being optimistic can we live better and live happily."
The transparent physique will let God know that it will not admit defeat, and then make her dim.
She will also let the transparent physique know that she does not admit defeat, and that she wants to live for herself.
- Other people's eyes are not important.
Sang Wanci stared at her, as if looking at a cluster of blooming flowers, each petal exuded exuberant vitality, so delicate and charming that other people's eyes couldn't help but stay for her.
"Tell me," Sang Wanci smiled, "your birthday."
…
When Lu Zhiwei went back, his steps were brisk.
Lao Wu felt that if she had some music, she might be able to perform a live musical on the spot.
[She just asked about your birthday, are you so happy?]
Lu Zhiwei folded his hands behind his back, with a cheerful expression: "That's right."
People who live in their own world are easily satisfied once they touch the warmth of another world.
Contentment is always happy, this is also her principle of life.
Old Wu hesitated and said: [Aren't you afraid that she will forget after asking?]
He is not Sang Wanci, I don't know if Sang Wanci can remember Lu Zhiwei's birthday.
From the old mother's point of view, he still wants his daughter to be more sober, so as not to be forgotten on her birthday and hurt her heart.
Lu Zhiwei's expression remained unchanged, still optimistic, as if he had thought of this possibility long ago.
"Don't be afraid. I never thought she would remember. For me, being forgotten is a daily routine. I've been used to it for a long time. It's not a problem."
[Then you are still so happy?]Old Wu was deeply puzzled.
"Happy, why aren't you happy?" Lu Zhi asked with a smile, "This is the first time someone asks me about my birthday, something is better than nothing, why aren't you happy?"
Lao Wu was stopped by the question.
He discovered that Lu Zhiwei is an optimistic person who can think of the best in everything and never makes himself uncomfortable.
If you say no, she will be able to dig out the shining points by herself, and then she will have fun for most of the day.
That's... actually pretty good.
Lao Wu took off his glasses and wiped them clean, with a smile in his eyes: [You're right, it's something to be happy about.]
Then reminded: [Don't forget that there is someone waiting for you.]
Lu Zhiwei raised his hand as an "OK" gesture.
It is impossible for Sand Sculpture's younger brother to forget, she still has to talk to him about his current emotional state, and help him stay away from the path of being a tool person in the original plot, and continue to be himself as Sand Sculpture.
Of course, there is one more thing that cannot be forgotten—
"Fix him quickly!"
She didn't want to be dragged by Ying Xize to the men's bathroom anymore! !
…
"Where have you been?"
Zhang Xianrui went up to the person who was walking slowly.
"I chatted with Miss Lu for a while." Sang Wanci said while lifting up the hem of her skirt.
Zhang Xianrui held her arm and helped her into the nanny's car.
"Lu Zhiwei? Oh, I remember her.
"I heard that she is very close to Ying Xize? What's the matter, does she like Ying Xize?"
Sang Wanci: "She doesn't like Ying Xize, she likes me."
Ying Xize is no match for her.
Lu Zhiwei also praised her for her beautiful smile.
Ying Xize must have never been praised so much by Lu Zhiwei.
For some reason, she suddenly liked Lu Zhiwei's compliment to her, it sounded very comfortable and powerful.
Zhang Xianrui: "???"
She said that her family's artists and men kill both men and women!
But it was unexpected for Lu Zhiwei to directly confess to Sang Wanci.
"... She actually confessed to you directly? She has the courage to come out."
Sang Wanci: "?"
Only then did she understand what kind of liking Zhang Xianrui was talking about, and she couldn't help laughing: "No, Sister Zhang, what I'm talking about is fans' liking for idols. She and Ying Xize are just ordinary friends, and have nothing to do with love."
Rumors stop at wise men, she needs to clarify for true fans.
Zhang Xianrui leaned against the car door, with his hands on his hips, raised his thin eyebrows, and said with a sassy smile: "That would be the best, I think that kid Ying Xize likes you, if Lu Zhiwei likes him, he will probably suffer hurt."
She has seen a lot of things like this kind of love that arises from drama and ends without a disease.
There are both men and women who have been injured, and it is embarrassing to see.
Injuried…
Sang Wanci thought of Lu Zhiwei's smile, and unconsciously cast her gaze in the direction she came back from.
She didn't want such a vigorous person to get hurt.
Before she could speak, a sharp pain like a needle prick suddenly hit her mind.
She held her forehead and frowned.
Seeing this, Zhang Xianrui stretched out his hand to support her: "Are you having a headache again?"
Sang Wanci didn't answer, but quietly endured, the headache soon passed.
Her complexion gradually returned to normal, and she did not forget to appease Zhang Xianrui: "Sister Zhang, don't worry, I'm fine."
Zhang Xianrui sighed deeply, there was nothing he could do about her.
Sang Wanci's headache was very strange. When she went to the hospital, the doctor said that she was fine and didn't need to take medicine. The most important thing was to let her rest well and not be too tired.
Zhang Xianrui had no choice but to reach out and press her shoulder: "Rest more, don't tire yourself too much."
Sang Wanci smiled slightly, but said nothing.
Only she knows that this headache cannot be cured by rest.
But there will always be a good day.
Zhang Xianrui handed her a cup of hot coffee: "You still have to pay more attention to your health, if your family members find out, they will inevitably worry about you."
Hearing the word "family", Sang Wanci's eyelashes trembled slightly in the hot coffee.
"He won't worry about me.
"He's just worried that I won't be able to become a world-class pianist like my mother."
Obviously, his fears came true.
She became an actress.
Zhang Xianrui really wanted to say which parent in the world doesn't care about their children, but seeing Sang Wanci's expression that she didn't want to talk anymore, she sighed and didn't say any more.
…
After Lu Zhiwei took off her makeup and changed her clothes, she went to find Ying Xize with her bag on her back.
Ying Xize was sitting by the small pond near the film crew, lonely and distracted, no different from a lovelorn boy.
Lu Zhiwei: "..."
It's a good time to have a child, and you haven't fallen in love yet, so why did you fall in love first
When Ying Xize was sad and lonely, someone suddenly patted his shoulder lightly, and in the next second there was someone else beside him.
"Brother, you are here."
"Ok."
After a brief conversation, there was another silence.
The silence was suffocating.
Lu Zhiwei took the initiative to open the topic: "You can tell me now, what do you like about Teacher Sang?"
Ying Xize didn't speak.
Lu Zhiwei was not in a hurry, and waited slowly.
After waiting for a long time, she knew that Ying Xize would not speak so quickly, so she opened the canvas bag and started to rummage through things, planning to use the time reasonably while waiting to prepare her winter clothes.
Ying Xize didn't know what to say about this matter, and didn't know how to tell others that he didn't like Sang Wanci, but the woman who resembled her and had already flown to a foreign country.
He knows where his love for Sang Wanci comes from, but even so, he still feels sad and frustrated because Sang Wanci is attracted to others.
Even he couldn't figure out what was going on in his heart.
He felt that it was time for him to find someone to have a good chat with, and this person was by his side now.
Let him take a good look at his thoughts and think about what to say.
As long as he thought about it, Lu Zhiwei sat next to him for a long time.
Until he is no longer autistic and has the desire to talk.
"elder brother."
He started with this sound, turned his head to look at Lu Zhiwei, and when he saw the thing in her hand, he suddenly choked in his throat.
"..."
I saw that Lu Zhiwei was holding two stick needles in his hand and two balls of wool in his bag. Seeing that he finally wanted to talk, he put down his work in relief, looked at him and encouraged him kindly: "Say, I'm listening."
Ying Xize suddenly looked confused: "?"
Why does this guy still carry balls of wool and needles with him
No, I'm sad here, but you're knitting beside me? ?