It's good to be at home for a thousand days, but it's difficult to go out.
Jian Jing stayed at home for three consecutive days. She only gave Kang Mucheng face by going out for dinner once, so that he could see that she was safe and sound and put his heart at ease. The rest of the time, she stayed at home to clean the house.
After going through many hardships, she finally cracked the code of Saint Angel and obtained the memories of "Jane and Quiet", so she unconsciously thought that the information was correct.
However, the difficulties were caused by accidents, and for "Jian Jing", this was not a problem.
She needs to get rid of her stereotypes and look at things from an outsider's perspective.
But she had been busy lately, and her brain hadn't rested properly, so she felt a little irritable. So, she simply put aside everything related to the case, stopped thinking, and worked more.
Mechanical labor can relieve brain fatigue without causing a dull feeling like sleeping.
Moreover, after cleaning the room, my mind felt much clearer, not as chaotic as it was in the past few days.
Jian Jing chilled a bottle of fruit wine, ordered two desserts, and prepared to enjoy half a day of leisure.
School starts? No problem, I'll take a leave.
Classes? The instructor said not to worry, she had already sent the topic to her and she could just finish the paper when she had time.
It was worth choosing the most "open-minded" teacher at that time.
Just as I opened the bottle of wine, the doorbell rang.
She went to answer the door, and it turned out to be Jiang Baiyan. He was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, carrying a cat bag, and looking furtively outside the downstairs door.
"Pudding?" Jian Jing called out.
In the camera, the cat showed a fat, round face.
She laughed, opened the door and let them in.
As soon as Jiang Baiyan entered the room, he let Pudding out first. It twisted its fat body and jumped into Jian Jing's arms with overly sensitive movements, meowing.
"Did you just take a bath? It smells so good." Jian Jing buried her head in the cat and took a deep breath.
"Yes, I'm going to take a bath and trim my claws today." Jiang Baiyan said, "Don't be fooled by it. It wants to trick you into eating. The doctor said you must control your weight."
Jian Jing picked it up, weighed it, and sighed, "It's heavy again."
"Alas." The owner frowned, "I'm going to film a movie, so I'll send it to a pet school. They can help it lose weight."
Jian Jing: “…”
Born a cat and still have to go to school, how miserable.
Who would have thought that she would be the next one to suffer
Jiang Baiyan saw the succulent plants on the balcony and gasped: "Teacher Jingjing! Succulent plants!"
Jian Jing: "Uh..." She turned sideways and stopped him lightly: "Sit down, would you like a drink?"
Jiang Baiyan was blocked by her, so he stopped walking wisely, but he didn't stop looking. He poked his head out and looked at her with a sad heart: "Even her claws are gone."
Jian Jing had no choice but to admit her mistake: "I was out for a few days, and Auntie watered the plants for me. It seemed like she watered them too much. Did the roots rot?"
Jiang Baiyan said: "It needs plenty of sunlight, but not too much exposure to the sun, and it can't be deprived of water, nor can it be watered too much."
She: “You’re wrong.”
"Don't say that." He rolled up his sleeves and comforted her, "Succulents are difficult to grow. I killed them many times at the beginning, but you will learn slowly. I'll help you trim them."
He took the pruning shears and carefully trimmed off the unhealthy parts, looking as serious as a surgeon.
Jian Jing came over with pudding in her hands to watch the fun.
Pudding came over curiously, sniffing here and there, and was extremely curious about the thick and meaty plants.
"Be good and don't bite." Jiang Baiyan held its head with one hand and used a small hoe in the other to loosen the soil in the compact flowerpot.
Jian Jing asked: "What to drink? What can I drink?"
"Sugar-free drinks are fine." He said, "I've already signed the contract. Director Mei said that I don't need to control my body shape too much this time. Just be at a normal level. But I need to build some muscle. I've been drinking protein powder every day recently. I have to drink until I vomit."
Jian Jing was very sympathetic: "It's so hard."
"It's hard to build muscle," he complained. "If I eat a little, I won't have abdominal muscles. It's really hard to eat protein every day."
Jian Jing poured him a glass of iced American coffee and took away the snacks on the table.
Jiang Baiyan: "Teacher Jingjing!"
she:"?"
"I thought you would be polite." He was devastated, "Then I could say that the teacher asked me to eat more, and I just ate one more bite because the teacher told me to."
Jian Jing: "Puff."
"I want to eat cake too." He was extremely melancholy. "Pudding wants to eat snacks too, right?"
Pudding: "Meow!"
"But we can't eat it," he said cruelly.
Pudding: “…”
Jian Jing couldn't help laughing.
Jiang Baiyan made a face and got back to the point: "I came here today to ask Teacher Jingjing about the script. I got the entire script and read it roughly twice."
Jian Jing had a headache: "Don't ask me, I get a headache just by looking at the script."
"That's not the topic." He said with a smile, "I want to ask Teacher Jingjing if you have any requirements for the role? Do you want me to look more vicissitudes, a little more indifferent, or a little more handsome?"
This is a good question. The script is just words. Different people interpret it with completely different temperaments.
She thought carefully for a while before saying, "I hope you can be more beautiful and not too manly."
In fact, there are quite a few actors competing for the role of killer this time. Jiang Baiyan is the youngest, and the others range from 25 to 35 years old, each with their own charm.
But Jian Jing doesn't want the killer to be too manly.
The more obvious his masculine traits are and the stronger his hormones are, the easier it is for people to realize that he is a man.
The definition of men and girls will spoil the story, and the ambiguity between genders will ruin the original feeling.
"Be more beautiful, like a tree, a bird, a white cloud," she said.
Jiang Baiyan thought thoughtfully: "So, the relationship between them is love but not sex?" He scratched his head, "This is a bit difficult to express."
"Young people should have the courage to accept challenges." Jian Jing gave him chicken soup without any sincerity.
Jiang Baiyan pursed his lips, but didn't say anything. He opened the script and started to ponder. He was focused and serious when working, and didn't look forced at all.
Jian Jing couldn't help but ask: "Do you like acting?"
Jiang Baiyan raised his head, thought for a while and said, "It's okay to fail in acting, and it doesn't matter if you make mistakes. I feel it's much simpler than life. Breaking away from my original identity and playing another person will also give me a feeling of taking a vacation."
"You say," she asked hesitantly, "that being yourself is tiring?"
"Being a celebrity is exhausting." Jiang Baiyan leaned on the back of the chair, resting his head on his arm, and murmured, "You have to keep in shape, manage your expression, maintain your network, and you don't have many friends."
Jian Jing reached out and touched his head.
He didn't dodge, but moved closer, half acting like a spoiled child, half begging: "Don't feel hypocritical, you're complaining about being tired, but you still have to do it."
She scratched Pudding's chin and said with a smile, "You didn't say that."
Jiang Baiyan was satisfied and gossiped quietly: "Our line of work looks glamorous, but it is easy to get into trouble. The clinic where you do psychological consultation has at least seven or eight colleagues."
Jian Jing was surprised: "Are you seeing a doctor?"
"That's what Sister Lin meant." He waved his hand. "It proves that I have always had mental problems, an unfortunate family background, and suffered from cold violence. If the Jiang family gets into trouble one day, I won't be so passive."
She: "Your agent is quite... thoughtful."
"Sister Lin is very capable. Most problems are no longer a problem in her hands." People who know how to behave will say good things about others behind their backs. After Jiang Baiyan praised his agent, he quietly expressed his loyalty, "Teacher Jingjing is also very capable. In my heart, she is the most capable."
Normally, you just listen to flattery and laugh it off.
At this moment, Jian Jing's heart was touched, and she couldn't help but be serious: "Don't overestimate me. I'm not as powerful as you think."
She felt that Jiang Baiyan always saw her through the filter of a white cat, righteous, kind, and invincible. But the white cat was a fictional character, and the characters in his works were invincible as long as the author wanted.
The reality is otherwise.
Everyone fails and everyone makes mistakes.
"I'm just an ordinary person like you." She looked into his eyes and said earnestly, "I will fail, I will be afraid, and I will make mistakes."
"Oh—" He blinked, a bit of cunning in his dark pupils, "Then, what is Teacher Jingjing afraid of?"
she:
This little fox, is he trying to trick her? Her previous emotions disappeared completely, and Jian Jing said unhappily, "Afraid of death."
"Are you angry?" He moved his butt and squeezed in to sit next to her, resting his head on her shoulder. "Don't be angry, talk to me. I've told you everything."
Jian Jing raised the pudding and threw it all over his face: "Stay away from me."
"No." He snatched Pudding away, grabbed the skin behind its neck, and threw it aside. "You look very stressed. Why? Can I help you? Anything is fine. I will do it."
Jian Jing denied: "No."
"You do, but you're worried." Jiang Baiyan said, "Your face doesn't even glow, and you have dark circles under your eyes."
She was startled and subconsciously touched her cheek: "Is it true or false?"
He nodded vigorously.
"But I don't understand. There are no new books to be published recently, and the film and TV series are progressing smoothly." Jiang Baiyan was genuinely confused. "What are you worried about? The nomination award?"
Having said that, Jian Jing couldn't fool him anymore, so she said vaguely, "It's something else."
He asked, "Can I help you?"
She shook her head.
"Do you want to tell Mr. Kang?" Jiang Baiyan asked again.
Jian Jing smiled and said, "It has nothing to do with your work. Mr. Kang can't help you either."
"Eh." He made a meaningless sound and suddenly became quiet, but his eyes remained on her face.
Jian Jing felt uncomfortable being stared at by him and could not help asking, "Do you look really that bad?" As she spoke, she took out her cell phone and prepared to make an appointment for a beauty treatment.
"It's fine." He said, "It's just that Teacher Jingjing should relax for a while. Should we let Pudding stay?"
She said, "No, I have to go out in a few days. Otherwise, you can take the succulent back with you. I hope I can take good care of it." Her tone was full of apology.
"Don't think like that." Jiang Baiyan said seriously, "If there is nothing waiting for you at home, it will be so lonely. Even plants are better than nothing."
Jian Jing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's right."
Home in this world is indeed too lonely. There are no parents and no pets. Sometimes when you push the door open, the first thing you feel is not warmth. Instead, you have to be alert to see if everything is normal at home.
It's also absurd.
"It's almost time for your appointment." Jiang Baiyan looked at his watch, quickly got up and packed up, and recommended to her, "You can also adopt a cat, so you can play with it together."
Jian Jing was slightly moved, but she restrained herself and said, "Let's talk about it later."
He did not force her: "Then I will go back first, Pudding, please stay for a while, the assistant will come to pick you up in the evening."
This couldn't be better, she readily agreed: "Okay."
Before leaving, Jiang Baiyan repeatedly reminded: "Don't be soft-hearted and feed it snacks."
Jian Jing: “…I know.”
When Jiang Baiyan arrived at the Xinxin clinic, more than five minutes had passed.
"Thank you for the red envelope." The elegant and handsome psychiatrist pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled, "You have 55 minutes left."
Jiang Baiyan didn't care about the money, he found a comfortable position in the chair and leaned his head to look at his doctor. If Jian Jing had any external plug-in to see this scene at this moment, she would definitely be very surprised.
Because Jiang Baiyan now looked completely different from how he looked half an hour ago in his home. He didn't act like a spoiled child at all, but rather looked a little cold and indifferent.
The psychiatrist was not surprised and calmly asked, "How was your sleep this week? How long did you sleep?"
"Five or six hours," he said. "The sleeping pills are very effective."
"You don't have congenital insomnia, so try not to take medicine if you can," said the doctor.
Jiang Baiyan said: "I think it's pretty good."
"You can't sleep because you're worried." The doctor didn't argue with him and asked softly, "Would you like to talk about your worries?"
"I'm worried... I'm thinking about a question." He actually answered cooperatively, "What kind of man would a woman like?"
The doctor looked up in surprise, then a faint smile appeared on his lips and he said gently, "Good question."