Wang Yi confirmed again and again. In her eyes, Zhou Ze's calmness completely shattered her illusions.
Wang Yiyi flinched and said tentatively: "How about I order you a takeaway?"
Zhou Ze narrowed his eyes and looked at her troubled look, suddenly curious. If he hadn't appeared in time to interrupt them just now, would Wang Yiyi be standing in front of him now, or...
Once this idea came up, he couldn't stop the car. Fortunately, Zhou Ze still had some sense and didn't want to destroy this hard-won harmonious time together.
"Let's go", Zhou Ze stood up and tried his best to persuade himself not to think about it anymore.
Wang Yi glared at him: "Hey, can you stop doing this all the time?"
Whatever you always think about is what you think.
But as soon as Wang Yi turned around and saw Zhou Ze's face, he couldn't say the rest.
It seemed that he had not done any styling today. His thick black hair hung down his forehead. Under the curled eyelashes, his round almond eyes reflected her face, with a pointed nose and slightly open lips.
Never tire of it.
Wang Yiyi also lamented the Creator's preference for him. How could there be someone with such a perfect appearance?
"What's this?" Zhou Ze came to his senses and waited for a long time without hearing the second part of the sentence.
She shook her head: "Nothing."
While he was talking, Wang Yiyi had already followed Zhou Ze into the elevator. Looking at the numbers above his head that continued to go down, he couldn't help but raise his forehead. All bottom lines and rationality were suddenly wiped out.
Well, she admits that she is such a superficial person, greedy for beauty and unable to extricate herself, so she will be defeated again and again.
After getting off the elevator, Wang Yiyi just looked down at his phone, keeping a safe distance from Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze originally thought that she was just dealing with things, so he stopped several times and waited for Wang Yi to catch up. Not long after, he found that she was lagging far behind again.
There was no way, so Zhou Ze simply turned around and saw that the screen of her mobile phone was still on Weibo, and he understood instantly.
Simply grab her hand and pull her forward together.
"What are you doing!" Wang Yi exclaimed, trying to shake off his hand.
Zhou Ze said helplessly: "You are walking too slowly."
"." Unable to shake it off, Wang Yi put down the phone and used his free hand to push the hat down further.
Compared with Wang Yiyi who looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, Zhou Ze was much more casual, with his peaked cap turned upside down on his forehead, sunglasses clamped on the white T-shirt in front of him, and his mask hung loosely on his chin.
He hesitated several times, wanting to say it was nothing.
In the end, under someone's coercion and inducement, the equipment was placed where it should be.
This is a resort city and a city that never sleeps.
It was already early in the morning and the streets were still very busy.
The two of them randomly found a local shop and ate and drank. When they came out of the restaurant, Wang Yiyi took Zhou Ze's arm out of habit and pointed not far away. He was very surprised: "Look, there is a bonfire party over there.
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Zhou Ze followed her line of sight and saw a few simple tents set up on the beach, a bonfire lit, a stereo and a barbecue grill nearby.
A group of young people sat together, holding guitars, clapping tambourines, holding microphones, singing and dancing around the campfire.
Zhou Ze put on his mask and did not forget to hold Wang Yiyi's hand and walk in that direction: "Go over and have a look."
Wang Yiyi took off his sunglasses to see more clearly.
She was in a good mood and sang slowly along with their melody. At the end of the song, she said: "The last time I saw the campfire party, I was on the set. We were filming a farewell scene that day. Every line I spoke was
I said it while crying, and next to the camera were tourists having a bonfire party, dancing and singing, and the whole atmosphere was so incongruous."
Zhou Ze listened silently, silently imagining Wang Yiyi in that scene in his mind, and then asked: "What next?"
Wang Yi pouted. Even though it had been a long time, when he thought about it again, he was still full of regrets: "Then I called it a day, went back, changed my clothes, and rushed over. No one was there."
They rarely talk about each other's lives. Most of the time, they rely on their understanding of each other, imagining what the other person is like at work and what they do in their free time.
Zhou Ze lowered his head to look at Wang Yiyi and couldn't help but chuckle.
The girl in front of her was wearing the most ordinary clothes, a gray pullover sweatshirt, shorts of the same color, and a pair of white cloth shoes. When she talked about excitement, her eyes flashed, and the wind blew the hair on her forehead into a mess.
Gradually, the little girl from ten years ago appeared in Zhou Ze's mind. At least for a moment, he felt that her girl was no different from ten years ago, just as lively and agile.
And he also confidently believed that they were still them, just like before.
It's a pity that they were not. At that time, they were still unknown and did not use masks or sunglasses.
Wang Yiyi would definitely drag him and go deep into the busiest places as he pleased, asking him of course: "Zhou Ze, I want to play this."
Even he himself didn't notice that the corner of his mouth was already stained with a deep smile, and he raised it slightly: "Beibei."
"Huh?" Wang Yi responded to him while humming.
Zhou Ze stopped and said seriously: "After we finish this work, let's find a place to go out for a walk."
Only then did Wang Yiyi realize that Zhou Ze called her by her nickname. Wang Yiyi's original name was Wang Yibei. At that time, the agency thought that her name was lively and cute when she was eighteen years old.
, even at fifty years old, just pretending to be cute.
She also felt that the name had an invisible pressure on her at that time, so she went with the flow and changed it. Now it is both her stage name and her real name.
Between lovers, when they are deeply in love, they will always give each other some special names to show their difference from others.
Except for her family, few people around her know her real name.
Zhou Ze, on the other hand, kept calling her happily, but she couldn't remember when he started calling her by her first and last name.
At about the same time, they went from being close lovers who talked about everything to becoming cautious.
Perhaps it was this night that was so beautiful that it was almost unreal, or maybe hearing this long-lost name again reminded her of the happy times in the past.
As if by chance, there was a special magic driving her. Wang Yiyi really thought about the future work arrangements and nodded in agreement: "Okay, but some work needs to be finished."
Nearly thirty years old, during the few minutes he was waiting for the answer, Zhou Ze was still like a young boy, expecting and nervous at the same time.
It wasn't until he got the exact answer that he felt as if he had taken a reassurance and settled down. He raised his eyebrows, with a wanton smile between his beautiful eyebrows and a proud look on his face: "There's no rush."