In the second half of the night, she remained curled up on the bed in the same position as before, until she heard the sound of someone creeping onto the bed. She didn't know how long it took, but before she completely lost consciousness, she vaguely heard someone's hoarse voice behind her:
"You can do whatever you want with anything else. I have no objection. Only on this matter, I don't agree."
As soon as Wang Yi felt that he had not slept for long, the alarm clock rang on time.
She closed her eyes and lay on the bed. She couldn't tell whose phone it was, and her hands were everywhere groping for the phone that kept ringing.
Before she could find it, the ringing stopped abruptly.
Only then did Wang Yi feel the steady stream of heat coming from her body. She opened her eyelids unhappily and saw Zhou Ze lying on his side with an arm still draped over her body.
When she woke up, she still remembered the current state of the two of them. It was a cold war anyway, so she wrapped herself in a quilt and moved to the side.
When she moved, the people around her also moved, as if it was the most natural physiological reaction. They raised their arms to hug her and said loudly: "No quilt, it's cold."
As soon as Wang Yi sat up, she was about to curse, but was suddenly speechless. It could be said that most of the quilts were piled on her side, and only a solitary one hung pitifully on Zhou Ze.
Wang Yi opened his mouth, then closed it feeling guilty.
Then I thought about it, why would he have to squeeze in here when he has a home? Besides, the constant temperature heating is on in the room, so it won't be cold at all.
Despite this, she felt no sleepiness at all, lifted up the quilt and walked out of bed.
When Zhou Ze saw that she was ready, he stopped and got up. He followed her into the bathroom and leaned against the door frame. After a while, he also crowded in front of the sink. Wang Yiyi was too lazy to argue with him and stepped aside.
Zhou Ze glanced at her and asked, "When are you leaving?"
Wang Yi took out a paper towel, wiped the water drops on his face, wiped the wet areas on the countertop, and asked, "Don't you know?"
"How would I know?" Zhou Ze answered matter-of-factly, then turned around and thought about her unintentional mention of her arrangements for today yesterday, and explained: "I know about the premiere because all the judges will be there."
Zhou Ze was really afraid that someone would be overly sensitive again, so he added: "There is no conflict of interest between the two competition units. Teacher Wang on the judging panel has a good relationship with your director, and they agreed to support it."
Teacher Wang is the most senior member of the judging panel of Zhou Ze’s competition unit.
"Oh", Wang Yi threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can, pushed away the person who was in the way with disgust, and walked out: "You want to go too?"
"I won't go. If I do, I'm afraid some people will jump around again." Zhou Ze followed them step by step. His words didn't last more than two seconds, and he unconsciously began to explain the itinerary: "My flight will leave in a while.
I’m going to shoot a public welfare short film.”
Wang Yiyi is a person with very serious obsessive-compulsive disorder, especially in her field, everything she sees must be sorted and sorted.
As soon as she came out, she saw Zhou Ze's clothes casually thrown on the sofa, the lunch box he finished eating yesterday was not packed away, and there was a chopstick lying on the corner of the table. She knew whose masterpiece was the night at a glance: "Oh, let's go.
Don’t forget to take all your things with you when you arrive.”
Zhou Ze announced that he was going to change the story, and he was immediately angered by her indifferent and indifferent attitude. He snorted angrily: "You can do whatever you want. Throw away whatever you think is useless."
"Okay." Wang Yi felt that this person was simply incomprehensible. He was so crazy early in the morning, so he simply made up for the mistake: "When I come back this time, I will go to your house to pack things. If you are free, pack the express and deliver it here.
can."
Who is afraid of whom? You see, she can also say weird things.
"You may have forgotten what I said last night, or you may have fallen asleep and didn't hear it. I'll say it again, don't even think about it. I don't agree."
Zhou Ze said this as a matter of course, but Wang Yiyi didn't think so.
She picked up the lonely chopstick on the corner of the table, slapped it hard on the marble table, and made a crisp sound, "Why should you have the final say on everything between us?"
Zhou Ze also has dimples, but they are not obvious. They can be seen faintly when he laughs, or when he is angry and unable to speak, because the words are spoken too much, which stretches the muscles on his face. He seems to be smiling but not smiling: "Just
I never joke about marriage."
Wang Yiyi looked at him quietly, closed the lids of the lunch boxes one by one, packed them, stacked them in bags, and threw them into the trash can.
After he completed this series of actions, he went in and changed his clothes. When he came out, he had Wang Yiyi's long-lost storage bag in his hand. Then, he threw all the dirty clothes in.
During this period, Wang Yi noticed that he let the phone screen light up again and again. The last time he picked up the phone, he interrupted the chatter he was about to say and said, "I'll be down in ten minutes."
Zhou Ze walked up to Wang Yiyi. Wang Yiyi saw resentment and unwillingness in his eyes, which eventually turned into helplessness. He sighed without leaving a trace and softened his tone: "Knowing that you came back yesterday, I asked aunt to take care of the house.
After cleaning, if you want to stay in Shanghai for a few more days, just go home and live there. I'm not worried about you staying in the hotel alone."
"That film will take about half a month to shoot. No matter where you are then, I will come find you."
"Also, I made a reservation with the hotel yesterday for today's breakfast. It should be here soon."
"Don't forget to eat and sleep well."
A sudden gentle offensive, and Zhou Ze knows best which one Wang Yiyi likes the most.
Even if it was a one-sided quarrel with her, parting was imminent, and she didn't know when we would see each other again, so she couldn't help but feel reluctant to leave.
She lowered her head to express a temporary truce: "I understand."
Zhou Ze breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly frowned and smiled slyly: "A hug."
Wang Yi was startled when he raised his head, and the next second, he was pulled into his arms.
The familiar, long-lost embrace made Wang Yi relax all of a sudden. The strength he had held up until now and the grievances he had tried to hold back all collapsed at this moment, making him extremely fragile.
Wang Yiyi tightly grasped Zhou Ze's clothes on his back and twisted them into a fist.
Zhou Ze felt her uneasiness, and gently patted Wang Yiyi's back again and again, like coaxing a child, to comfort her.
Wang Yiyi suddenly despised himself. One second he was tense, and the next second he became inseparable because of separation.
But between them, with a slap in the face and a sweet date, the scars healed and the pain was forgotten. This seemed to have always been the case.
Ten minutes passed in a flash, and a new round of phone calls came again.
As soon as Wang Yi let go of him, he straightened his hair unnaturally and said, "I'm not going back. After the premiere tonight, I'll go back to the set."
"Okay, I've asked Yang Bo to investigate the whistleblower. I'll tell you if I have any news."