With a goal in mind, Zhang Hong wrote the script more diligently.
But that was all after he fell asleep. What he wanted to do now was to have a good rest.
At least cover up the dark circles under your eyes.
Otherwise, it would not be a good idea to meet relatives or father-in-law.
But when he woke up, he had to think about how to write a second part if the script pleased his father-in-law.
Then here comes the problem.
In the second part, is it better to avenge a dog, or to draw a sword to help when the road is rough?
Forget it, let's talk about it then.
Zhang Hongma slipped back into the house and went to sleep.
After he entered the house, another ten minutes passed.
Lin Muqing went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer, then returned to the living room and sat down on the sofa. He casually clicked on the video website on his computer, opened "Blood Youth", and selected the episode in which Zhang Hong appeared.
After giving up, she hugged her legs and sat on the sofa, opened the beer, held it in one hand, and took a sip from time to time.
Eyes blurred.
"Zhang Hong"
Zhang Hong had a dream.
He dreamed that he would follow Lin Muqing and meet her parents.
Then the father-in-law and mother-in-law cried and begged him to marry their daughter, and offered him a 10 million dowry, a 300-square-meter villa and a Bentley.
Zhang Hong is so happy!
I woke up from the dream.
I grabbed the phone on the bedside table and took a look.
It's half past seven in the afternoon.
It gets dark early outside in winter, and there is no light at this point.
And I don’t know when it started raining.
Lying on the bed, smelling the fragrance of the latex pillow beside his ears that was different from the shampoo he used, Zhang Hong sat up.
When I opened the door, the lights in the living room were not turned on.
However, Zhang Hong still walked over following the faint fluorescent light.
He saw Lin Muqing leaning on the sofa, her long legs curled up and spread out, forming a triangle with arced corners.
She also held a glass of orange juice in her hand and a beer can on the table.
Next to the can is a laptop, and my own voice is coming from the computer.
Is it "Blood Youth"?
Zhang Hong was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Why are you interested in watching this movie?"
It's not like Lin Muqing had never seen this movie before.
"It's okay, I'm just taking a look." Lin Muqing put down the glass, curled up his legs, put his arms across his knees, and looked at Zhang Hong with his face pressed against his arms, "Go to bed early tonight, I'm going to attend a wedding at noon tomorrow."
"Well, you should go to bed early too."
Nurturing conversation.
Neither of them made a sound.
There was only the sound of rain hitting the leaves outside, the sound of the air conditioner's outdoor unit, and the ending song "The Wind Rises" playing on the computer.
Zhang Hong stood in the darkness for a moment and then planned to turn around and go back, "Then I'll go back to sleep and you should go to bed early."
"etc."
Zhang Hong stopped.
Lin Muqing tugged her hair and said, "Would you like to chat?"
"What to talk about?"
"Whatever."
Zhang Hong hesitated for a moment, then sat back in the living room.
"Then what do you want to talk about? Movies? TV series? Variety shows? Songs?"
In his opinion, this girl would probably only talk to him about this.
Why didn't I see that she liked these things in her previous life?
Are parallel worlds producing different results?
Or did he not understand her in his previous life?
By the way, I really didn’t know her in my previous life.
Except for the two of them who have lived opposite each other for more than 20 years, it seems that no one else knows her.
It seems that after graduating from college in her previous life, she never returned to Los Angeles.
After traveling for more than a year, Zhang Hong can no longer remember many things in his previous life.
Moreover, his parents in this life were similar to those in his previous life, and his memory of his previous life was really blurry in details.
However, he remembered clearly that he died in a car accident while riding in a V-car.
I will never buy v again in this life.
"Well, I don't want to talk about that." Lin Muqing didn't mention turning on the lights.
Looking at the face looming in the darkness reflected by the lights outside the room and the backlight of the screen, her eyes were a little hollow, "Let's talk about the past."
Zhang Hong sighed: "There was nothing to talk about before."
The two of them didn't have much interaction in the previous life, he just watched her from a distance and had unrequited love.
Commonly known as: Move yourself by yourself.
later
Later he understood the difference between reality and ideals.
Ideals are too illusory and will eventually return to reality.
The reality is that there are all kinds of troubles.
Life is to survive in all kinds of troubles.
Everyone wants to go back to the past and make up for their past regrets.
But no one can do it.
This is probably the fairest thing for human beings.
No matter you are a poor person or have a fortune, there is no way to go back and make up for those regrets.
Or those who missed it all those years.
Or the things I did wrong in those years.
Or those exams where the scores have changed over the years.
Or experiences that have never been experienced before.
Or a family relationship that was once ignored but regretted in the future.
Life is about living in all kinds of melancholy.
So there was nothing much to say in the past.
At most, when eating and drinking with friends, I would say something useless like "I wish I had done this back then" in the excitement of drinking.
"Is there nothing to talk about?" Lin Muqing tilted her head slightly. Her ponytail had already returned to long, straight black hair hanging down her shoulders. Her slightly red smile made Zhang Hong want to look away.
"Then do you still remember Zhang Luyao?"
Zhang Hong's eyes widened slightly, "Ah?"
Zhang Luyao.
A name I mentioned to my mother some time ago.
That was a period of youth that Zhang Hong could not bear to look back on.
In fact, there are three stages of youth that are equally unbearable to look back on.
Zhang Luyao.
Dynasty Eve.
And Lin Muqing.
This represents Zhang Hong's three painful pasts.
Even now, every time he thinks about it, he still feels a sense of shame.
Zhang Luyao said it before.
I met him in high school, both from the broadcasting department, and he was a rich second generation.
After graduating from high school, I went to study abroad and found a boyfriend who was also a wealthy second-generation student studying abroad. After graduating from college, I broke up and returned to China to marry a second-generation official.
Needless to say, Lin Muqing was the white moonlight in Zhang Hong's heart.
Wang Chaoxi is the White Moonlight before that.
For this person, it is normal for him to have a few more white moonlights.
That was in junior high school.
At that time, Zhang Hong had a crush on the girl in the next class. Because of his mental problems, he even wrote it in his diary.
Just one sentence:
[Zhang Hong likes Dynasty Xi].
Stupid.
Although the diary had a password, it was cracked by a classmate and the whole grade knew about it.
If Zhang Hong hadn't been so arrogant at the time, given the situation of social death, he would have either stabbed his classmate to death and then committed suicide, or he would have jumped off the building.
However, he has a big heart.
Didn't take this seriously at all.
I even bought a diary later and deliberately wrote a fake diary, such as writing "Zhang Hong likes xxx" more than ten times.
I wrote down the names of all the girls in my class who were worthy of me.
Oh, no Lin Muqing.
She is a school girl.
Then when the diary fell into the hands of someone else during another lunch break, the rumor was naturally broken.
But at that time, a few kids from Wang Zhaoxi's class were showing off and came over to make a fight.
Just behind the teaching building, Zhang Hong was fighting one against five.
Then there were a lot of footprints on my body.
But he won.
Because he was holding a mop stick and beating the leader on the opposite side.
Although that was the first time he called his parents, no one bothered him again for two years after junior high school.
Naturally, there is nothing to say to Wang Chaoxi.
I don’t know which school she went to after graduating from junior high school.
But the girl was indeed pretty and youthful, the kind Zhang Hong liked.
How did this white moonlight break?
In his senior year of high school, Zhang Hong and several classmates went to an Internet cafe to play World of Warcraft all night long. After the dungeon event ended, four people formed a team to clear Path of Survival and World of Warcraft 2.
Just after finishing a level, I looked up inadvertently.
He found the girl sitting opposite him.
Wearing a small black leather jacket, I don’t know if it’s the dark circles under the eyes or the smoky makeup, but the face is heavily made up.
Then she yawned and persuaded the little yellow guy with the tattoo next to her to stop staying up all night. The little yellow guy slapped her and went to play games by himself.
She covered her face and looked at the monitor in front of Xiao Huangmao next to her with a dull expression.
Under the fluorescent light reflected by the monitor, her eyes were vacant and lifeless.
Zhang Hong did not come forward.
This is her own choice. Two strangers who have never spoken a word to each other, what else can they say?
But this white moonlight was shattered just like that.
Memories will make people perfect.
But when she appeared again and the contrast was too big
Just don’t mention it.
What we are talking about now is Zhang Luyao.
Looking at the long, straight black eyes in front of him that looked like a smile but not a smile, Zhang Hongruo said nonchalantly: "There seems to be such a person in high school, what's wrong?"
"Have you forgotten?" Lin Muqing said in surprise, "She had a crush on you back then. I remember she confessed her love to you on Chinese Valentine's Day in the senior year of high school, which caused a sensation in the whole school. As a result, you rejected her and she went abroad directly.
."
Zhang Hong: "Ah?!"
Is there such a thing?
Rejected yourself?
Could it be that just like what my mother said, I am actually sick?
I like high-class girls, but I feel that high-class girls look down on me.
What if once a girl falls in love with you, you will feel that she is of a lower class and will not like her?
I'm not a dog brother!
Or is he really too artistic in this parallel world? Is he focused entirely on artistic creation?
But the key is based on the script written by the original body that I learned after traveling through time.
He is just like Director Bi in his previous life, he is a pure theorist! The script he writes is complete garbage!
"No way, I rejected her? Could it be that she rejected me? Are you sure you are right?"
"Of course." Hei Changzhi smiled even happier.
She even laughed to tears.
Wiping the tears from laughter at the corners of her eyes, she finally regained her breath:
"As expected of you, Zhang Hong."
Zhang Hong waved his hands with a dark face, "I fell asleep!"
Bang!
Hearing the sound of him slamming the door, Lin Muqing, who was still sitting in the living room, lay down on the sofa.
She raised her left hand, and the untied cuff slid down, revealing half of her white arm.