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

Chapter Thirty Nine

As soon as the bus stopped, the crowd first got up and got out of the bus.

Xie Ning got up from Zhuang Yan's arms and followed the crowd out.

After two steps, the sleeve of the suit was caught.

"Slow down," Zhuang Yan said slowly. "There are too many people. Be careful of falling."

Xie Ning was speechless for a while: "How do I feel...you treat me like a child."

Zhuang Yan got up and naturally held Xie Ning's hand along the sleeve.

Wang Jianjian happened to walk by the two of them. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but vomit: "Which is a child, he clearly protects you like a porcelain doll."

Zhao Yang felt the same: "Isn't it, holding it in your hand for fear of falling, holding it in your mouth for fear of turning..."

Xie Ning was teased by them, and his red face was completely blown up.

When he got out of the car, he walked forward with his head sullenly ignoring Zhuang Yan behind him.

Zhuang Yan helplessly spread his hands: "I am provking someone."

Turning around and reprimanding Zhao Yang and Wang Jianjian: "You two can't say a few words less."

Xie Ning is thin-skinned and soft-hearted. No matter how shy, it is hard to shake Zhuang Yan's face in front of so many people.

When I walked to the entrance of a song and dance hall, the embarrassment in my heart gradually disappeared, and he quietly held Zhuang Yan's hand.

Zhuang Yan curled his lips slowly.

The song and dance hall can be regarded as one of the necessary scenes for the filming of the Republic of China drama. The famous Paramount in old Shanghai is not only an entertainment venue, but also has inextricable relationships with all classes of society.

Even after a hundred years, this "Far East No. 1 Yuefu" still frequently appeared in various dramas of the Republic of China.

It seems that there are not many scenes of sensuality and graceful dance in the song and dance hall, and there is a little less romantic charm of the Republic of China.

Wang Jianjian, the dandy, looked around with interest: "Shall we go and see?"

Zhao Yang complained: "Don't say this is just a shooting scene. It is not certain whether there is anything in it. It is still in broad daylight. Do you still expect to get to know some red roses and white lilies?"

Wang Jianjian said solemnly: "I just go to feel the atmosphere!"

There are indeed a few scenes in the dance hall in the script. Xie Ning hesitated to follow up and see, so Zhuang Yan dragged him forward.

"Those shots are not important. Let Wang gradually take a look at them." Zhuang Yan said, "Let's get rid of them and go to the opera house in front."

Xie Ning hesitated: "Will it be so good?"

Zhuang Yan calmly said, "What's wrong."

Xie Ning looked back at the dance hall, and everyone else entered, but he ran away.

Others noticed the direction they were going and hesitated for a moment, but no one followed.

Zhuang Yan stubbornly pulled his arm forward: "Don't look, there are some tables and chairs inside, and there is a small stage, nothing to look at."

Xie Ning: "I'm not curious about this."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Are you curious about what red rose and white lily?"

He stopped, Xie Ning didn't stop, bumped into him, and he grabbed his waist: "Baby, I am not handsome enough or talented enough, which makes you interested in the wild flowers and weeds outside. "

Xie Ning was taken aback by him, and half of her body was softened by the cry of "Baby": "..."

Zhuang Yan had never called him so frivolously before. Maybe he had been spending more time with Wang in the past two days.

Wang Jian gradually teased them with babies all day long. Zhuang Yan was infected unconsciously and somehow blurted out today.

But looking at Xie Ning's expression, he felt that it was not bad to shout so.

"What's the matter, baby?"

This sound seemed deliberate, Xie Ning blushed and glared at him: "You're a baby!"

"Also..." He turned his head to explain, "I'm not interested in red roses and white lilies, I just think it would be bad to leave them there."

Zhuang Yan touched his chin and thought: "It's not so good. I didn't even say a word to them. I feel like running away."

Xie Ning was completely powerless: "...I didn't mean that."

Zhuang Yan chuckled, but did not let go of the hand on his waist: "I told you earlier, just treat the scenery as a tour, don't be so nervous. Today is only the next day, taking advantage of our The interest hasn't dissipated yet, so naturally I will find an opportunity to sneak out on a date."

Xie Ning's ears were red, and she whispered, "Who said I want to date you."

Zhuang Yan pondered: "Then...change the word, elope?"

Xie Ning: "..." Forget it, go on a date.

There was the opera house in front. The gate was open, and an old-style poster was standing at the door. Xie Ning glanced at it, and before he could see what was painted on it, Zhuang Yan pulled into the theatre.

The entrance hall is magnificent and magnificent. There are a few wooden chairs on the railings that line up, which look a bit like public chairs in the park.

A graceful woman wearing a cheongsam was probably the task of a receptionist, standing behind the ticket booth and smiling at them.

"Welcome to Broadway."

Zhuang Yan introduced to Xie Ning: "This is a Broadway theater modeled on old Shanghai from the 1920s to the 1940s."

The Broadway name Xie Ning is still heard, and in a sense, it has become synonymous with musicals.

The cheongsam woman led them into the hall: "Although there is no opera performance now, there is a holographic scene experience theater on the second floor, which will show you the romantic love of the Republic of China."

Solemnly frowned: "Holographic...what theater?"

"Holographic scene experience theater, we have posters outside."

Oh, it seems that I didn't pay attention when I came in.

Zhuang Yan was not interested at all.

What romantic love.

Are there scripts and movies he made romantic?

Is there a romantic story between him and Mr. Rabbit?

After visiting the performance hall, Zhuang Yan and Xie Ning decided on a few available shots, then lifted their legs and walked out.

The reception staff are still promoting their new theater: "...is based on a well-known movie."

Hearing the words of the movie, Zhuang Yan's steps stopped, the reception staff saw the opportunity, and immediately boasted about how advanced, novel and real their 4D brand new experience is, which makes people immerse themselves in it.

Zhuang Yan turned his head and asked Xie Ning: "Go and see?"

Although Xie Ning didn't know why he suddenly changed his mind, it didn't matter: "I am free."

The two were taken to the small hall on the second floor, and first listened to a babble from an old-fashioned record, saying that this was a background plot specially designed to give tourists a sense of substitution.

The voice was faint and dim, as if coming from far away.

Zhuang Yan commented: "It sounds good, but it's too hazy to hear what she sang."

Xie Ning blinked, remembering the poster he glanced at the door, and felt that the voice was inexplicably quiet.

He asked Zhuang Yan: "What movie is this adapted from? It should be related to the opera?"

After Zhuang Yan stayed abroad for a long time, he subconsciously remembered a name: "The Phantom of the Opera?"

Xie Ning was silent for a few seconds: "There is also a movie born out of "The Phantom of the Opera" in China, which is still in the background of the Republic of China..."

""Midnight Sing"." Zhuang Yan second replied.

Xie Ning glanced at him silently.

Whether it is "The Phantom of the Opera" or "Midnight Singing", while telling the romantic love story, they are mixed with a bit of horror.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyes, clasped Xie Ning's wrist, and asked in a low voice, "Afraid?"

Xie Ning shook his head: "Not afraid."

Zhuang Yan sneered: "If you're afraid, just say it. It's not a shame."

Xie Ning still shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

Zhuang Yan raised his brows when he heard this, and his face was surprised: "Looking at your usual shy and blushing appearance, I didn't expect to be so courageous."

"..."

Xie Ning looked down, and then whispered for a long time: "Actually...My empathy ability is very poor. In many cases, I can't understand other people's emotions."

Zhuang Yan was stunned.

The joys and sorrows in the world are not connected.

Some people can see tears in their eyes when reading, as if they have experienced the joys and sorrows of the characters in the book, while some people only feel pretentious, or sigh with emotion when they mention it, turn around and forget.

Xie Ning is the latter.

He knows that others are sad, but he doesn't know why and why he is sad.

Zhuang Yan's heart moved with regret: "Then I can't see how scared you are."

Xie Ning: "..."

Zhuang Yan added, "I thought that when you were trembling with fright, you might shrink into my arms and hold me."

Xie Ning looked at him speechlessly: "What are you thinking about every day..."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and answered without hesitation: "I miss you."

Xie Ning had nothing to say.

Zhuang Yan is still a bit pity: "Since you can't feel it, playing this is not a waste of time."

Xie Ning pursed her lips: "Also... it's not that I can't feel it at all."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyes: "Oh?"

"It's just... very light." Xie Ning organized his words with difficulty.

Zhuang Yan pondered for a moment, and asked, "Is this a better analogy. If someone adds a lump of sugar to a glass of water and it tastes sweet after dilution, you are like throwing sugar into the sea?"

Xie Ning said: "There is no sea...it is so serious, right?"

Zhuang Yan asked: "How much water is that?"

Xie Ning thought for a while, then hesitated: "A bucket?"

Zhuang Yan raised his hand and gently touched Xie Ning's face, with an inexplicable smell.

Xie Ning moved nervously.

He didn't say something.

Not only is empathy, but his perception of his own emotions is also very weak.

It was as light as a thread that was still connected after the lotus root was broken. It was still connected, but it would be completely disconnected one day.

Zhuang Yan asked in a low voice, "Are you still playing?"

Xie Ning looked at him: "What?"

Zhuang Yan said: "It's this holographic...what emotional experience."

"...It's a situational experience." Xie Ning blinked. "Aren't you interested in the content of this film adaptation?"

Zhuang Yan shrugged and said, "I was just curious about which movie it was before. Whether it's "The Phantom of the Opera" or "Midnight Sing", I have seen it. It doesn't matter whether it is played or not.

Xie Ning glanced sideways at the old record and hesitated.

Zhuang Yan added: "Actually, it is still too late to leave."

As soon as this sentence landed, the singing of the old record stopped abruptly, and then a staff member took them to the next room.

Zhuang Yan stood up, but did not follow, and asked Xie Ning: "I listen to you."

"Let's go." Xie Ning hesitated for a long time before making a decision. "...It's not always good for the staff to prepare one for nothing, and it's not necessarily the two movies we guessed."

Zhuang Yan laughed unclearly.

...

If Xie Ning had seen the poster downstairs when he entered the theater, he wouldn't have said such words.

The facts proved that the two people's guess was not wrong. This holographic scene was adapted from "Midnight Sing", and even the name did not change.

The lights in the room were all dimmed.

Xie Ning was sitting on a chair with a vanity mirror shining white in front of him.

Before leaving, the staff specifically explained that once they entered the plot, they must not leave this chair, so Xie Ning straightened his back and did not dare to move.

This so-called 4d hologram is more of a sensory stimulation.

For example, the flickering lights, the misty singing in the ears, and the faint noise of something passing by behind, make people feel numb involuntarily.

The chair would occasionally tremble twice, causing the person's body to tremble.

Xie Ning shook subconsciously when his hand was held by something.

Then I found out that it was Zhuang who was next door extending his hand and grabbing him.

Xie Ning turned her head and muttered in a low voice, "Why are you still holding it now."

Zhuang Yan's voice was faintly smiling: "Anyway, the light is dim, no one can see it."

In addition to them, there is a tour group with about a dozen people participating in the scene experience.

There were occasional chats around and two screams in response to the scene.

The two of them were talking together in this weird atmosphere, like a couple who couldn't help but whisper while watching a movie.

There seemed to be some plot going on on the stage, but Xie Ning saw nothing but Zhuang Yan's attention attracted the past.

Then he heard the woman's laughter.

The sound transmission device was probably installed on the back of the chair, and it sounded directly in Xie Ning's ear, just like the sound made by the woman in his ear.

Xie Ning's scalp numb for a moment.

Zhuang Yan clasped Xie Ning's hands in his hands seemingly bored, and said casually, "I'm not afraid, my hands are shaking."

Xie Ning: "...It's okay."

The mirror in front of me suddenly lit up, and a face full of hair slowly appeared.

There were screams one after another all around.

Xie Ning was not scared by the face in the mirror, but by the scream.

In fact, if you look carefully, you can see that the back of the head is slowly turning around in the mirror.

Xie Ning saw the face of the positive woman.

"It looks average." Zhuang Yan commented.

Xie Ning took a look, then nodded: "...It's okay."

Zhuang Yan turned his head and smiled at him in the dark: "It looks good without you."

Xie Ning: "..."

It feels weird to compare him and the female ghost together.

Zhuang Yan asked, "Are you really afraid?"

Xie Ning thought for a while: "It's not completely fearless, the effect of horror is there. That is... this kind of sensory stimulation, as long as you close your eyes and cover your ears, the sense of terror will be much reduced."

Zhuang Yan chuckled lightly.

As the plot developed, the lights suddenly dimmed.

All the light suddenly disappeared, including the mirror that used to shine with white light, and returned to dead silence again.

There seemed to be white shadows drifting across the room.

"Xie Ning."

Zhuang Yan yelled softly.

Xie Ning turned his head subconsciously.

He touched his face with both hands, and then his jaw seemed to be supported.

"How..." Xie Ning just said two words, and her voice suddenly disappeared.

Zhuang Yan leaned his head in the darkness and kissed him gently.

At that moment, it was in stark contrast to the thin fear.

It was his feelings for Zhuang Yan that seemed to overflow his chest.

The feelings were too turbulent, beyond his previous knowledge of his own feelings, but made him feel at a loss.

But today, in the darkness and screams, he and Zhuang Yan exchanged a kiss lingeringly.

He put his hand on his heart, feeling the violent heartbeat that seemed to be ringing in his ears.

So strong and obvious.

Everything around me receded like a tide.

The only thing he could feel was the beating heart in his chest like Zhuang Yan beside him.

...

The schedule for the next few days was full.

Xie Ning finally understood why Zhuang Yan had to sneak him out for a date two days ago.

Because there is no such time and energy behind.

Most of the scenes in the Republic of China are actually half a catty, and I can't feel the novelty at the end.

But I still have to go all the way, sometimes after visiting one place in the morning, I will take the car to another place in the afternoon.

Back to the hotel every night, physically and mentally exhausted, Xie Ning fell on the bed, just thinking about a good night's sleep after the shower.

There is no longer time to think about all kinds of mess.

Zhuang Yan looked at Xie Ning, who fell on the bed and didn't want to move, walked up to him, and chuckled, "Go take a shower first?"

Xie Ning murmured: "Yeah."

"I will go back tomorrow." Zhuang Yanyan pulled him up, "I will give you a few days off at that time, so you can have a good rest."

Xie Ning breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help yawning again.

It's too tired.

The things of the two of them are spread out on the bed in a mess. If it was in the past, they would definitely have to clean up first, but today they really don't have the energy.

When Xie Ning went to take a bath, Zhuang Yan sat on the edge of the bed with a laptop spread out on his lap. He hurriedly looked through the photos taken these days and occasionally made a few marks and notes.

The phone rang on the bed.

Zhuang Yan touched it subconsciously, only to find that it was Xie Ning's when he got it in his hand.

It is a text message.

Zhuang Yan had no intention of investigating Xie Ning's sex, he just glanced at it and planned to put it back.

But his eyes stopped.

On the sender's column, these seven words are especially eye-catching.

Zhuang Yan subconsciously looked towards the bathroom, his eyes darkened.

Xie Ning never mentioned the psychologist to him.

He threw the phone back to the bed, but quietly remembered the name Ji Wenbin in his heart.

Psychologist……

When Xie Ning came out of the shower, he found Zhuang Yan standing in front of the only small window in the room with a fast-burning smoke in his hand.

He glanced sideways at Xie Ning, pinched the cigarette, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Sorry, I couldn't hold back, I smoked a cigarette."

Although smiling, Xie Ning somehow felt that there was no smile in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Xie Ning was puzzled. He always felt that there was something wrong with Zhuang Yan at this moment.

Is it a smoker?

Zhuang Yan took a deep breath: "It's okay, I guess I'm tired in these two days."

Xie Ning does not doubt that he has him: "Oh."

Zhuang Yan glanced at him, picked up the clothes on the chair, and strode into the bathroom: "I'm going to take a shower."

Xie Ning nodded, and just after taking a shower, he climbed onto the bed with a refreshing suit.

There is a new text message on the phone. It was the last appointment made by him and Ji Wenbin. Both parties have free time.

Xie Ning looked at the text message coldly and replied.

[This Saturday at 2 pm, I will be there on time. 】

The author has something to say: 　　 wrote about the plot that Xie Ning was afraid of at first, but after thinking about it, I deleted it and wrote this edition.

Still feel that something is wrong, I guess this chapter will be revised later.

thank!

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