The closed immersive video installation has not yet been installed, the show is in a semi-outdoor state, and the cold wind is blowing in, and the phrase "I will pay you" is also not very clear by the wind.
Ji Mingshu didn't know what to say, and wanted to take half a step back to distance himself from Cen Sen. But as soon as the ankle was lifted, there was a sharp pain from the bottom to the top, and she couldn't help but make a soft hiss.
"Twisted?"
Cen Sen looked down.
Ji Mingshu didn't answer, but his nose and brows were wrinkled.
Cen Sen thought for a moment, then suddenly took off his coat, and went forward again, and put the warm coat on her body, and tightened the skirt, almost covering her whole body in it.
Ji Mingshu shuddered reflexively, trying to pull back the broken hair, but before she could make a move, Cen Sen's hand wrapped in a silk scarf went around her shoulder bone without warning, and his body leaned down slightly. He wrapped his arms around her legs, and with a slight lift, he hugged her whole body horizontally.
If it was said that Ji Mingshu didn't know what to say just now, then at this moment she clearly wanted to question, but she couldn't ask anything.
The distance between the two was very close, she stared at Cen Sen intently, her warm breath sprayed on the edge of his jaw, wet and soft.
Cen Sen occasionally lowered his eyes and looked at her with deep and quiet eyes.
The silk scarf wrapped around his hand was glowing a cold red, and occasionally one or two points of the silk scarf's colorful tail fluttered and fell in the wind, giving it a gorgeous and paradoxical beauty.
Walking all the way to the executive suite on the top floor of the hotel, Cen Sen put Ji Mingshu on the sofa, and sat on the other side slowly, with his hands slightly stretched forward, allowing the doctor who followed him to help treat the wound.
Sitting face to face like this, Ji Mingshu saw that his left hand was still oozing blood, and the wound became even more shocking.
The doctor sterilized and took out the glass shards. Ji Mingshu made a conscious effort to recognize and opened his eyes, and his heart tightened suddenly. I don't know if he was frightened by Cen Sen's wound, or the doctor helped her treat her foot injury because it was too painful.
Cen Sen himself had a calm expression, looking down at the wound, as if he couldn't feel the pain, and he didn't frown at all from the beginning to the end.
After the wound was treated, the two doctors asked a few words respectively, got up together, and packed the medicine box.
Zhou Jiaheng respectfully led the way, occasionally whispering, "This way please."
The group of three left quickly, and with the door "click" and gently closed, only Ji Mingshu and Cen Sen were left in the room.
Calculating carefully, the two haven't seen each other for about a month or two. The imperial capital has already turned from autumn to winter, and the weather forecast also said that the first snow will fall this week.
In the past, the silence between the two was mostly broken by Ji Mingshu's words. This time, Ji Mingshu also subconsciously thought about what topics to talk about to suit the awkward yet polite situation of the two of them.
But at this moment, Cen Sen looked at her frozen red hands, and suddenly said, "It's cold, wear more clothes when you go out."
"...?"
"Oh, got it… "
Ji Mingshu was a little dazed, and didn't understand how Cen Sen's mean mouth could say words of concern.
After Cen Sen finished speaking, he got up and made two cups of Americano with the coffee beans and coffee machine in the room. It's just that after he tasted it, he didn't seem to be satisfied with the taste.
Ji Mingshu tasted it, and also felt that the beans were too bitter. She frowned inconspicuously, put down the cup, and asked out of words, "Why are you here today?"
"I heard that you are designing the show here, and you are free today, so I just came over to take a look." Cen Sen gave her a piece of sugar cube, his voice was calm and low, "Actually, I planned to come here a few days ago, but I am on a business trip abroad , can't go away."
Resisting the urge to cough, Ji Mingshu swallowed the coffee, but his face was still blushing from the suffocation.
In fact, she harbored narcissistic speculations in her heart, but she never thought that Cen Sen really came to see her, and would admit it so frankly.
Cen Sen continued the topic of the show, and brought up another topic, "I just saw your design below, it is very delicate and gorgeous."
"...?"
You didn't say that before.
But in the next second, Cen Sen changed the subject and went back to the previous way, "But your works still have the problem I told you before."
"what is the problem?"
Ji Mingshu couldn't remember for a while.
"Not human enough."
Cen Sen put down his coffee, looked at her and said, "I don't know the style of the designer's work, but since he approves of it, it proves that there is no problem with your main show. From my layman's point of view, I can also see that Your design is very artistic. One thing that I don’t think is human is that your planning of the audience seating seems unreasonable.”
Just as Ji Mingshu was about to speak, he asked back: "You want to arrange the audience to sit in the triangle area and the corridor of the piano ladder, right?"
"..."
It really is.
Cen Sen: "As far as I know, watching a show is a very close experience. The triangle area of the piano ladder and the corridor space are too small, and your existing lighting is completely from the runway, without taking into account the audience area. The comfort level, this kind of brightness and light source dispersion method is easy to cause visual fatigue to the audience. I think you can improve slightly in this regard.”
Ji Mingshu subconsciously followed his train of thought, resting his chin and recalling.
She unexpectedly discovered that what Cen Sen, an outsider, actually said made sense.
In fact, this is not a problem of her alone. Many shows at home and abroad have such a common problem. Everyone sits on small benches, and the experience is quite ordinary. There are even shows where the audience collapsed before the show started. The bench joke.
These general ignorance of the audience area is mostly based on the fact that the show’s attitude is higher than that of the show’s side, as well as financial control, later dismantling, rushing to change shows and other reasons.
But this chrischou's domestic debut is not limited by these objective conditions, and it is not difficult to improve in this respect.
As for the audience perception of lighting, this is indeed a big problem that she did not consider carefully.
Just as she was about to ask Cen Sen if he had any better suggestions, the screen of Cen Sen's phone suddenly lit up. He glanced at the caller ID, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows to talk to someone.
Ji Mingshu paused, looked back at him, and listened carefully by the way,
The other party should be an American, and the two were talking about a cooperation project in Hawaii. Cen Sen speaks English throughout the whole process, his pronunciation is nice, his hoarseness is deep and a little sexy, and he also has a reserved and restrained tone that is different from the exaggerated tone of Europe and the United States.
As Ji Mingshu listened, he was unconsciously lost in thought, and unconsciously fell into sleepiness.
In order to catch up with the design, she has not slept well for many days, and she seems to drink coffee to the point of immunity. Sinking into the soft sofa, drowsiness swept over her unawares, she quickly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When Cen Sen returned to the living room after making the phone call, he saw Ji Mingshu kept turning his head to one side, his eyelashes were thick, and his breathing stopped evenly.
After standing on the edge of the sofa and watching for a while, he gently carried Ji Mingshu to the bed in the bedroom, and then closed the blackout curtains.
It was clearly daytime, but the light in the bedroom was dimmed by the curtains.
Sitting by the bed, Cen Sen helped Ji Mingshu loosen his hair and tucked the corners of the quilt. Just like he did the night before she left home, sitting by the bed.
It's just that after many days, he seems to have thought about a lot of things clearly. Those flickering thoughts turned over and over again in his mind, and finally pointed to a certain fact that he didn't want to think about deeply but subconsciously admitted.
For some reason, he suddenly had the desire to kiss.
He always does what he thinks, he can't be called a gentleman, and he doesn't know how to take advantage of others' dangers.
His Adam's apple was rolling up and down, with one hand resting on Ji Mingshu's ear, leaning over slightly, getting closer, prying open his teeth, licking and biting lightly, and unsatisfied, he went down from his lips to his slender neck, beautiful buttocks. clavicle.
Ji Mingshu was in a deep sleep and was dazed. When he turned sideways, he casually grabbed his gauze-wrapped hand and pillowed it behind his head.
The doctor had just told Cen Sen not to put any more force on his left hand, but now he was caught using it as a pillow, and Cen Sen didn't withdraw his hand. The bandage was slowly dyed red, he just sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over from time to time, kissing his little canary, with some unconscious infatuation,
It was already late when Ji Mingshu woke up, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. She dazedly reached out to turn on the light, and sat up from the bed while rubbing her eyes.
When she woke up, she saw the blood-stained bandages on the nearby table at a glance.
She looked around belatedly, and a question suddenly popped up in her mind: How did she fall asleep? How did you get to bed again
Her mind was blank for three seconds, and her eyes fell on the blood-stained bandage again, and the cause and effect were unconsciously connected in her mind.
There was a pair of flat shoes beside the bed, obviously prepared for her, she slowly put on the shoes, and limped out to explore—
Cen Sen was gone.
The shadow of being locked for two days before was still lingering in his heart, Ji Mingshu subconsciously went to the door and twisted the handle.
The next second, the door opened.
Zhou Jiaheng was still standing outside the door.
Seeing her wake up, Zhou Jiaheng smiled gently, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Hi Ma'am, the visiting delegation from Lausanne College arrived in Beijing tonight. Mr. Cen must be present, and he specifically told me to wait for you here. "
Ji Mingshu said "oh", remembering the bandages, and asked again, "His hand..."
"Boss Cen's wound seemed to have burst open just now, but the medicine has been changed, and there is no serious problem."
Ji Mingshu nodded, leaning on the door frame, wondering what he was thinking, and said after a long while, "Then you send me back."
Unsurprisingly, Zhou Jiaheng replied "Yes".
Ji Mingshu turned around and put on the high-heeled bag, and waited until he got into the car before adding, "Take me back to Xinggang International."
"...?"
The corners of Zhou Jiaheng's lips froze and he forgot to answer.
The night lights and shadows of the imperial capital are flickering, and the lights are rustling.
Like a delay, it took an hour for the Porsche to drive slowly to Xinggang International.
Before getting out of the car, Ji Mingshu received Cen Sen's WeChat.
Cen Sen: [Aren't you going home yet?]
Ji Mingshu ignored him and glanced at Zhou Jiaheng through the rearview mirror.
Zhou Jiaheng had already developed the ability to hob meat, and now he was keeping an eye on his nose, nose, nose, and heart, avoiding her skillfully and not looking at her.
Another message came in.
Cen Sen: [The broken lamp has been re-ordered, and it will arrive in two days.]
Ji Mingshu replied "um" very coldly.
Cen Sen: [The silk scarf will be delivered to you tomorrow.]
Still a high-cold "um".
After a while, Cen Sen finally sent a voice message, asking the most crucial sentence, "My hand is not convenient for typing, Ming Shu, when are you going to go home?"
Ji Mingshu: [I don't know.]
Ji Mingshu: [It is reasonable to suspect that you are selling miserably.]