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

Chapter Four

"what did you say?"

The voice on the other end of the phone rose instantly: "Why aren't you here? How long have you been back to China? Why have you got together with my brothers!"

Zhuang Yan held the phone away from his ears.

He walked alone on the path by the Tyumen Lake. The shores of the Tyumen Lake are planted with evergreen trees. Even in autumn, they are green and the scenery is very bright. Some people say that it is called the Tyumen Lake.

It is also said that Tyumen means the moon in autumn because the lake is half-moon-shaped. Later, the tip of the half-moon was excavated and introduced into the lakeside villa. The artificial lake introduced was called Neihu, and the original Tyumen Lake was called Waihu.

"I'm not free tonight." Zhuang Yan said.

Qi Rui hesitated, "You said the same yesterday, you said the same the day before yesterday, and you did the same the day before yesterday..."

Zhuang Yan interrupted him: "Yes, I'm not free this week."

Qi Rui: "..."

"Then you are free someday, just say something."

Zhuang Yan said impatiently, "Look at my mood."

The lakeside in winter is not as cold as usual. The wind blows from the surface of the lake, as if it can penetrate through the collar, making people tremble with cold.

Zhuang Yan put one hand in his overcoat pocket, and the hand holding the phone was unconscious, frozen into a reddish purple.

He didn't want to call in this situation at all.

Zhuang Yan: "I'll hang up with nothing else."

"Wait!" Qi Rui failed to get his wish. "I heard a gossip about you in the past two days, do you want to listen?"

Zhuang Yan wanted to say no. Qi Rui probably guessed that he was going to refuse and went on straightforward: "Do you know that you broke up a good marriage by breaking up a loving couple?"

"???"

Zhuang Yan: "Speaking of people."

Qi Rui asked: "Do you know Xie Ning?"

Zhuang Yan answered as he walked: "I don't know. Who is he?"

"The boyfriend from Xuqing University."

Zhuang Yan was expressionless: "I don't know who Xu Qing is."

Qi Rui: "Don't talk about it, just the schoolboy who chased you before you went abroad. He cried and said disgustingly that he would wait for you to return home. He didn't expect to see the new one when he turned his head. aims."

Zhuang Yan: "Very good, save him from bothering me."

Qi Rui said again: "But they broke up not long ago."

Zhuang Yan wanted to hang up the phone directly.

Qi Rui continued: "I heard that the reason for breaking up is related to you."

Zhuang Yan twitched his mouth: "I just returned to China, Xu Qing and that thank..."

"Xie Ning." Qi Rui reminded.

"I haven't seen Xu Qing and I don't know Xie Ning, what is my business?"

Qi Rui said, "I heard that it was because you returned to China that Xu Qing couldn't let go of your white moonlight, and cruelly abandoned her boyfriend."

Zhuang Yan sneered: "Let him go!"

"I also heard that Xu Qing and Xie Ning are dating because he thinks Xie Ning is very similar to you and treats people as your substitute."

Zhuang Yan frowned slightly and said nothing.

Qi Rui: "To be honest, I think Xu Qing has done such a disgusting thing as a stand-in. Xie Ning and him may share a good event. But I am quite curious about how Xie Ning is like you. , Looks similar or similar in personality?"

Zhuang Yan said: "I don't care how much Xie Ning resembles me, there is one thing he is definitely not like."

Qi Rui curiously asked, "Which point?"

"Vision." Zhuang Yan vomited, "Xie Ning must have a very poor vision, otherwise how could I be attracted to Xu Qing as a fool."

His hands were so cold that he couldn't stand it. Zhuang Yan didn't give Qi Rui a chance to speak. After speaking, he hung up the phone and put his cell phone in his pocket.

It took a while before the hands recovered slightly.

Solemnly thought, if Qi Rui hadn't been playing since childhood, he would have died a few minutes earlier, so much nonsense.

Lake Tyumen in winter and Lake Tyumen in summer are completely different. There was a heavy snowfall last night, and the evergreen trees on both sides also changed from green to white. Looking far away from the vast expanse of white, it is also a beautiful scenery.

But no one appreciates this beauty.

There was no one but him on the trail. It was a big winter, and only a idiot could not think of not staying in a warm room and running to the lake to be frozen.

The end of the trail suddenly opened up, and it was a clearing. The clearing was in an excellent location and could overlook most of the scenery of Tyumen Lake. It is a place that many people love to visit.

Of course, there are no people now.

and many more.

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at the drawing board support on the open space.

Actually, some idiots came to sketch in the winter.

...

"You painted the curtain call of "Monologue"?"

After finishing the last stroke, Xie Ning was startled by the sudden sound behind him and turned his head.

The first entry is a black trench coat.

Yan Xi once said to him that the windbreaker is a man's weapon, even the bad street style gives people a sharp sense.

However, there are only a few people who can really put on the windbreaker, and most people just take advantage of the clothes.

Xie Ning raised his head and looked up. When he saw the man's face, he let out a "fuck" in his heart.

This is the most attractive man he has ever seen.

The man's haircut is clean and neat, his face is well-defined, as if he is painted with a layer of light and shadow, his sharp eyebrows are slightly raised, his eyes are burning and energetic, and he stares at the painting behind him...

His appearance is not what a "handsome" character can describe. The unique charm is not only because of his handsome appearance.

It was the temperament that was inadvertently revealed between gestures, and every change in his expression seemed to have a style.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen it.

But this windbreaker fits him perfectly, and after just one glance, there is a sharp blade-like oncoming.

More importantly, the clothes are expensive at first glance.

Not an amount that ordinary people can afford.

When the man saw him, his eyes flashed, and a surprised expression appeared on his face: "So it's you."

Xie Ning is even more puzzled, do they know?

"I didn't expect to meet again." The man curled up his mouth and smiled meaningfully, "Mr. Rabbit."

Xie Ning: "..."

It turned out to be him.

The last time I saw him next to the claw machine, the man covered his face with a scarf. Xie Ning didn't see his appearance. This time he saw it clearly.

"What a coincidence." Xie Ning was silent for a few seconds, stood up, and said politely, "I didn't expect to meet again, Mr. Blue Whale."

"..." This time it was Zhuang Yan's turn to be silent.

Zhuang Yan just stopped by to see what idiot came to sketch in the winter, but he didn't expect to see a very interesting painting.

What's more, he didn't expect that the idiot who was painting was the one who once had a relationship, which made him feel very close to his eyes.

He was dressed a little bit more than last time. He wore a cute plush hat on his head, and his ear tips were wrapped under the hat, which made Zhuang Yan a pity.

I can't see the redness of his ear tips.

The white neck was also wrapped in a thick scarf, and the exposed face was soft, with a little cold flush, which made people want to reach out and rub it.

This look looks so good that Zhuang Yan couldn't help but want to tease.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Zhuang Yan suddenly looked at him and smiled, and then asked the question at the beginning: "Did you draw the scene of "Monologue"?"

Xie Ning came back to his senses and was surprised: "Have you seen "The Monologue" too?"

Because it has not been screened in China, "Monologue" is a very, very niche movie.

Unexpectedly, this Mr. Blue Whale had actually seen it and could recognize his paintings.

In the last scene of "Monologue", the gray-haired protagonist is also on the road by the lake, recalling his life, and staggering away on crutches.

But the camera always falls on the lake, not giving the old man any nostalgia and tenderness.

Until the curtain call.

Xie Ning originally only wanted to paint the Tyumen Lake in winter, but his thoughts fell on the plot of "Monologue".

In the movie, this lake appeared several times.

When he recovered, an old man with a cane jumped onto the paper.

The protagonist of "Monologue".

Xie Ning simply began to paint scenes in the movie with the appearance of Tyumen Lake.

However, in the eyes of ordinary people, what he painted is just an old man walking by the lake. Only those who have seen "Monologue" and studied "Monologue" can understand.

The composition and perspective of his painting are exactly the same as the last scene of "Monologue."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "I have seen it, a very interesting movie."

Xie Ning said: "It is not well received by the audience."

Zhuang Yan nodded: "Not many people can really understand this movie. Most people find it boring and boring."

Xie Ning turned his gaze back to the drawing board: "It's too tiring to understand it. Even judges with a high level of appreciation will find it difficult and difficult to understand, so he was nominated for Cannes, but ultimately failed to win the prize."

Zhuang Yan was noncommittal about this and asked, "Do you understand?"

Xie Ning thought for a moment and shook his head: "I don't know. What I see is only what I feel, but I am not sure what the director wants to express."

Zhuang Yan's meaningful gaze fell on him: "The director has set the threshold for viewing movies too high, causing most people to be stopped outside the threshold. If he can learn to lower the threshold, he might be more successful."

"But I think," Xie Ning said, "he set the threshold so high on purpose."

"Oh?" Zhuang Yan's eyes flashed, and he put on an expression willing to hear the details, "how do you say?"

Xie Ning said: "I have seen his other works, he is a very professional director."

Zhuang Yan stared at him with an exploratory look in his eyes: "Professionalism does not necessarily mean that he understands the tastes of the public."

"He understands!" Xie Ning said decisively, "but he doesn't like the taste of the public, so he refuses to bow his head."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows: "As long as you are a director, you have to bow your head to the public."

Xie Ning: "The directors of literary and artistic films generally have a kind of nobleness, and feel that their works are the sorrow of the high and the widow."

Zhuang Yan was trying to ridicule, and heard Xie Ning say: "But this director gave me a different feeling."

"Where is it different?"

Xie Ning: "He's like putting the work out, it looks like you love it but don't love it."

Zhuang Yan: "It sounds like it's undeniable."

Xie Ning nodded: "It's pretty awful. He thinks it's your problem that you don't understand, and he has no problem at all."

If Qi Rui heard these words, he would definitely exclaim: Fuck! This is your soulmate!

Zhuang Yan himself heard it but didn't know what it was like in his heart.

His teacher once commented on him, saying that he is "highly tuned and widowed, pretending to be innocent".

But he really didn't want to bow to the public.

Why?

Then he thought about it. Most directors are not bowing to the public, but to money.

Zhuang Yan was even more disdainful.

He is not short of money.

Zhuang Yan looked at Xie Ning for a while: "I didn't expect you to say that."

Xie Ning said: "In fact, he can tell stories vividly and tortuously, full of drama and conflict. He has this ability, but he doesn't want to do it."

Zhuang Yan asked: "Why not?"

Xie Ning scratched his face: "In fact, this is just my guess."

"It's okay, just say it."

Xie Ning glanced at his expression, always feeling that the way he raised his eyebrows had no meaning.

"He deliberately made this story difficult to understand, and deliberately set the threshold so high. He didn't want most people to cross the threshold. He only accepts people who can understand...He is arrogant."

After saying this, Xie Ning looked up and found that the man on the opposite side looked at him with a deep gaze that made him creepy.

He took a small step back to stabilize his body, and the cold hair on his back stood up.

"You, why are you staring at me?"

Could it be that what I said just now was wrong and angered him?

That's right, he should be a fan of Zhuang Yan, and he may not be able to accept his comment just now.

But he just talked casually.

"Um..." Xie Ning quickly whispered, "I'm just talking about my own opinions, not necessarily right."

Zhuang Yan said, "I think you are very interesting."

Xie Ning didn't know whether he was speaking right or wrong, and decided to remain silent.

Zhuang Yan looked at him meaningfully for a few seconds, then turned his gaze back when Xie Ning was uncomfortable, and asked, "You like this director very much?"

Xie Ning stammered: "It's okay."

Zhuang Yan asked again: "Then you like "Monologue"?"

Xie Ning thought for a while: "I like the picture very much."

Zhuang Yan's finger drawing board: "You can draw another picture. Just draw the scene where the protagonist was kicked out of the theater and dragged his lame leg across the lake."

Xie Ning was stunned.

The face of the person who took it for granted, as if he should have painted him in the first place, Xie Ning couldn't react.

After a pause, Xie Ning whispered, "I don't paint."

Zhuang Yan raised his brows: "Why?"

Xie Ning said: "It's freezing to death when I paint this one on such a cold day. I'm afraid I will die here if I paint another one."

Zhuang Yan then remembered that the two of them were still blowing a cold wind by the lake like a fool.

Chatting with this Mr. Rabbit was so enjoyable that he couldn't help forgetting how cold he was.

Zhuang Yan's eyes swept over Xie Ning's hands shrunk in his arms. His face was even redder from the cold last time, and a mist floated from his mouth when he spoke.

Finally, looking regretfully at the ear tips covered by the plush hat, Zhuang Yan said, "Then I will paint later when I go back."

Xie Ning was shocked: "I... why should I paint for you?"

Zhuang Yan didn't seem to have thought about this problem, frowning deeply, as if thinking.

Then he put his hand on Xie Ning’s shoulder, lowered his head, leaned to Xie Ning’s ear, and whispered: “I have all the movies of Zhuang Yan. If you are willing to draw one for me, I will take you to my house to see if it is good?"

A deep voice rang in my ears.

Xie Ning's ears were red because of the shyness of the two being too close, or the heat of the man talking.

The man speaks with a sharp and strong momentum.

He, he seems to be a bit weak.