After My Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Chapter Thirty Six

Xie Ning has no habit of recognizing the bed.

But the first time he spent the night at Zhuang Yan's house, he rolled on the pillow for a long time, but he failed to develop sleepiness.

Although he knew that the mattresses and pillows were new, lying on them, he still felt the smell of Zhuang Yan everywhere.

Zhuang Yan occasionally uses men's perfumes, not many times, most of them are sweetened with moss, giving people a wild and tough feeling, but they are gentle and steady.

It is difficult for ordinary people to control, but it is extremely suitable for Zhuang Yan.

I don't know if it is a psychological effect, Xie Ning now feels the smell lingering on the tip of his nose.

He was wrapped in the quilt for a while, his face became hotter and redder, and finally he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

There is a thick carpet on the floor, so you don’t feel cold when you step on it barefoot.

The room Zhuang Yan arranged for him was very large, and the bedside lamp was dimly yellow, hitting a person's face, illuminating the warmth like a warm sun.

The balcony and room were separated by sliding glass doors, and Xie Ning pulled the heavy curtain aside.

Moonlight poured in, outlining the faint, fluorescent contours of his body.

Xie Ning didn't know how the soundproofing was here, and he dared not make too much movement for fear of making noise to Zhuang Yan next door.

But I guess I haven't heard anything next door all night, the sound insulation effect should be very good.

He sat on the edge of the bed, facing the moonlight for a while.

What happened at night was so sudden that he was completely dumbfounded, almost he should do whatever Zhuang Yan said.

At this time, he had a real sense of being brought to his home by Zhuang Yan.

He picked up the phone on the bedside table and slowly turned to Doctor Ji's contact information.

You can always send a message without calling, right?

He clicked on the text message and poked it letter by letter.

[Hello, Dr. Ji, my name is Xie Ning. I have some psychological problems to consult with you. When should I schedule an appointment? 】

After typing, he slowly checked it word by word to confirm that there was nothing wrong.

But the send button can't be pressed anyhow.

The fingers hovered above the screen and began to tremble unconsciously.

Shainin bit her lip and tried to restrain the troubling fear.

Suddenly there was a soft knock at the door.

The sound is very soft, but still clearly audible in the quiet night.

Xie Ning was startled, his hands trembled and the phone slammed to the ground.

He quickly bent over to pick up the phone and turned it over.

I don’t know if I pressed something in a panic just now, the three words "Sent" are displayed on the phone screen.

Shaining:...

Xie Ning:! ! !

He clicked on the sending history and confirmed it several times, and he did accidentally send that paragraph to Doctor Ji's phone just now.

SMS is not WeChat and cannot be withdrawn.

The dust settled and finally no longer had to struggle, Xie Ning didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief.

He wanted to settle this matter before the film was officially launched.

Zhuang Yan and Zhuang Yan are such good people, Xie Ning doesn't want to keep him waiting.

For so many years, he has trapped himself in a closed castle. All love and hate, right and wrong outside have nothing to do with him.

And now, such a person finally appeared, so that he could touch the existence of emotion, and made him willing to take the initiative to walk out of this castle.

Let him realize that he can still love someone like an ordinary person.

He tried to get out of the shadows of the past and stepped over the thorns.

Because he doesn't want to miss the tenderness that is only once in his life.

At the door, Zhuang Yan probably heard a little movement, knocked on the door again, and asked softly, "Ningning, are you asleep?"

"No." Xie Ning retracted his mind, and after a while, he arranged his clothes and demeanor a little before ran to open the door for Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan didn't enter the house and leaned on the door: "I just need to talk to you at the door."

Xie Ning asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep." Zhuang Yan smiled lowly, and magically took out something from behind, "This is for you."

Xie Ning was taken aback.

It is a blue whale doll.

The lights in the corridor were not turned on. In the darkness, Zhuang Yan's eyes were gentle: "With it accompanying you, I should be able to have a good dream."

Shainin felt the soft cloth at his fingertips.

Somewhere in the bottom of my heart, it seemed to be filled with this softness.

With the company of the blue whale doll, Xie Ning really slept peacefully until the next morning.

When he went downstairs, Zhuang Yan had already prepared breakfast and was waiting for him.

"I wanted to fry you an egg, but when I think of it, you don't like this, just forget it." Zhuang Yan said.

Xie Ning has a mediocre feeling about eggs, not annoying, but he will not take the initiative to eat them.

On Xie Ning's table is a bowl of tofu, salty, with mustard and green onion.

There is a cup of hot milk he likes beside it, still steaming.

Xie Ning: "You can feel my taste quite well."

Zhuang Yan smiled: "Usually observe a few more times to find out, it's not difficult."

The tofu was tender and delicious, and Xie Ning ate most of it in a short while.

Zhuang Yan asked him casually: "Eggs are quite nutritious, why don't you like them?"

"It's because it's too nutritious." Xie Ning smiled and recalled the past. "In the third year of high school, the school issued a boiled egg every day, saying it was to supplement us with nutrition, and the teacher must watch us eat up. ."

No matter how delicious things are, if someone is forced to eat them for a year, they will become dull.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "This is what you reminded me. It seems that I will change your taste every day in the future, so as to save you from getting tired of eating one day."

Xie Ning: "...I didn't mean that."

Zhuang Yan said to himself: "That's it. I will contract your breakfast every day."

... How can anyone rush to cook breakfast for someone.

A bowl of tofu brain quickly reached the bottom. Xie Ning stared at the exposed white porcelain jade bib for a long time, and didn't want to figure out whether he was taking advantage of it or Zhuang Yanzhan was taking advantage of it.

...

Not long after Xie Ning's studio in Zhuang Yan's house was sorted out, it was time to go out to collect scenery.

Not many people went there. In addition to Zhuang Yan, Zhao Yang and Wang Jianjian, there were also deputy directors, photographers and several assistants, who touched about 10 people in total.

"Hengdian has a Shanghai beach film and television tourism shooting base, most of the scenes should be found, and then the Chedun film and television base in Shanghai is going to go around. I remember there is a Baidu Bridge there? There are several shots that are more suitable, Chongqing There is also a Minguo Street, you may have to go and see..."

Zhuang Yan also circled several locations that might need to be shot: "The scenery in the Republic of China is not easy to take. It is estimated that a few special scenes need to be built from scratch. I am almost finished writing the shots, and the art team will give the drawings as soon as possible. Sort the shots according to the scene... Anyway, I have been busy these days."

"Which are only these days." Zhao Yang said with experience. "This is only the preliminary preparations. Not to mention the casting and setting, the shooting will take half a year, plus post-production and screening to participate in the award..."

He finally sighed and came to a conclusion: "It will take a year to talk less."

Xie Ning: "..."

"Alarming talk." Zhuang Yan glanced at him with a sneer, "It's like I'm exploiting you all year round like Zhou Pepi, and it's not that I didn't give you time to rest."

Wang Jian gradually raised his eyelids, and then hurt him: "That's not the case, you are much more exploitative than Zhou Pepi."

Zhuang Yan: "... Billow, I'm much more handsome than him."

The crowd had been making trouble for a while, but they still had to work hard. Who made Zhuang Yan not only a director, but also a half-financial father.

Jinzhu's father is wealthy, and a group of people go to Shanghai by plane. They set foot on the airport in the morning and arrived in Chedun Town in the afternoon.

The Waibaidu Bridge is a landmark building in old Shanghai. It has been built for three generations and is the "totem of Shanghainese".

To this day, the Waibaidu Bridge still connects Pudong and the central city, spanning the Suzhou River, and is an important transportation hub in Shanghai.

The real Baidu Bridge naturally cannot take the scenery of the Republic of China. Fortunately, there is a "cottage" in the Chedun Film and Television Base. Most of the film and television crews of the Republic of China filmed on this cottage bridge.

The price of things in the film and television base is several times more expensive than outside, and a bottle of mineral water for 1 yuan may rise to 5 yuan here.

Zhuang Yan bought two bottles, unscrewed the caps and handed them to Xie Ning: "Drinks? After a day's walk, your lips are dry."

Xie Ning licked her lips subconsciously, and she was really thirsty.

He took the mineral water and smiled: "Thank you."

Zhao Yang muttered, "Why did you buy two bottles, ours?"

Zhuang Yan sneered: "I only have two hands, of course I can only hold two bottles."

Zhao Yang was speechless for a while before saying, "Then why don't you ask the store to get a bag."

"Do you expect me to come here with a bag of drinks?" Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows, "What gives you the illusion that I don't want image and face?"

Zhao Yang: "...I shouldn't have hope for you."

Xie Ning took two sips of water in his hand, looking a little embarrassed.

But he has already drunk it, and it is hard to give it to others.

Wang gradually came out to complete the game: "It's OK, it's just a few bottles of water, just let people go and buy it. You didn't remember to buy water when you passed by just now."

He turned his head and ordered his assistant to buy a bag of mineral water. Zhao Yang snorted softly.

The weather today is quite good, the winter sun is not intense, and the warmth is shining on everyone, making people unavoidably squinting their eyes slightly and feeling drowsy.

Although it is a copycat version of the Baidu Bridge, when you step on it, the lake is shining, and the willows on both sides of the bank have just emerged with buds. Looking into the distance, it is a mottled shop in the Republic of China. With good eyesight, you can still see the plaque. Traditional calligraphy.

My heart could not help but give birth to time and space changes, in the trance of old Shanghai.

The photographer was probably infected and excitedly pulled Zhuang Yan to discuss from which angle he can shoot here and what kind of lens effect would be great.

Zhuang Yan followed Yinghe twice at first, but gradually stopped talking.

The photographer was an American, and everyone called him George, and he followed Zhuang Yan's crew when he was abroad. He didn't speak Chinese very well, so he talked a lot with Zhuang Yan in English.

Xie Ning's English is good, but he doesn't have any pressure to listen.

It's just that Zhuang Yan is getting quieter and quieter, and his brows are slowly frowning.

Xie Ning thought it was because of what George had said, and when he leaned over to listen carefully, his body suddenly stopped.

Zhuang Yan's hand quietly hooked him, and his fingertips casually stroked his palm.

Xie Ning was afraid of itching as if a feather flicked, and her hand retracted, but Zhuang Yan grasped it tighter.

Now Xie Ning couldn't understand what George said later. He resisted the urge to shake off Zhuang Yan, and feared that others would discover their small movements in private, and his body slowly stiffened.

However, Zhuang Yan raised the corners of his mouth, and a little excitement appeared in his heart for this secret action.

His fingers were slender and strong, with well-defined joints, and his fingertips had a cold winter, and he wrote the words "Xie Ning" stroke by stroke.

Then drew a love heart.

The author has something to say: 　　 Zhuang Zhuang means: Xie Ning is the person I put on my heart.

New Year's Day, send some sweets~ I feel that I can write a lot of words in their daily lives!

Happy New Year's Eve everyone~

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