Journey To the World of Film and Television

"What time is it?"

"It's almost noon." Zhou Ji sat by the bed, handed the clear porridge to Si Teng, and said in a gentle voice, "You've been asleep all night, so you must be hungry too. This is the porridge I cooked all morning. Would you like it?" drink?"

"Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden? Conscience found out?"

Si Teng, who just woke up, looked much better, at least he had the strength to argue with Zhou Ji. With the help of Zhou Ji, she sat up, took two sips from the spoon, and moved gracefully and slowly. When drinking the porridge, she did not forget to brush the hair hanging by her ears, as if the temperament of this body had been engraved into her in the bones.

As the warm gruel lingered between his lips and teeth with a faint fragrance, Zhou Ji saw Si Teng drinking the porridge from slow to fast, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth subconsciously.

Seeing Zhou Ji's snigger from the corner of his eyes, Si Teng shuddered subconsciously, leaned back, as if he wanted to stay away from this guy, "Stop, stop! Don't laugh, look at your expression." It gave me goosebumps."

The smile on Zhou Ji's face froze, he gently held the bowl in Si Teng's hand, and slowly drew it back.

Si Teng felt the strength of Zhou Ji's pulling the bowl, and looked down at the bowl that was gradually being taken away by Zhou Ji, and most of the bowl of porridge in the bowl. Not only did he not let go, but he followed hard, pulling the bowl back to his side.

"Miss Si Teng~ You don't want to eat it, you don't have to. It just so happens that I don't want to feed my kindness to the dog."

"Mr. Zhou Ji~ I just suddenly feel a little uncomfortable with you being so kind to me. Why is the dignified Pirate Saint so stingy?"

Zhou Ji often calls himself a "thief saint" on weekdays. Si Teng has lived for more than a hundred years and has never heard of such a title, so he often uses the name of thief saint to tease Zhou Ji. Now this sentence "robber What Sheng' said can be said to come from the heart, without the slightest yin and yang.

In fact, after seeing Si Teng's subconscious behavior of protecting food, Zhou Ji was no longer angry. She was far more real than the arrogant and confident Queen Faner who put on airs all day long.

Although he still looks like a petty bourgeoisie, has a bit of a big lady temper, has a poisonous tongue, willful, conceited, and has a strong desire to control, but he is also willing to put down his airs in front of him, showing the truth and cuteness like a little girl.

This kind of reality makes her no longer resemble her, but it is the most real her hidden deep in the protective shell.

Zhou Ji let go of his hand and watched her drinking the porridge change from fast to slow, and the porridge in the bowl gradually bottomed out. Although she didn't show the gratifying "aunt smile" anymore, her eyes were still as soft as before, and she still didn't forget to hand her the porridge. Wipe your mouth with a tissue.

"Have you changed your sex today? Why did you suddenly become so strange?" Si Teng leaned on the bed, looked at Zhou Ji's "kind" eyes, and frowned slightly. After realizing it, he laughed at himself, "Are you pitying me?"

Zhou Ji was silent.

To be honest, he really felt sorry for Si Teng, but there were thousands of poor people in the world, and countless families were broken up and their wives were scattered every day. Zhou Ji would also feel sorry for those people, but he would never do these things for them.

"It's not pity, it's good intentions." Zhou Ji didn't avoid Si Teng's sharp gaze like a blade, remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke. "It's normal for friends to take care of each other. It's out of concern for friends, not pity."

"Friend." Si Teng laughed, like a hedgehog, wrapped the soft side under the spikes again, and said sarcastically, "I, Si Teng, don't need to take care of me, and I don't need friends."

Then the porridge you just drank was delicious.

Zhou Ji was not angry with Si Teng either, and opened his palm, a silk thread that was invisible to the naked eye but both of them could feel was connected from Si Teng's heart to Zhou Ji's palm, and the heartbeats of the two gradually synchronized, as if they could Feel each other's loneliness and pain. "You can deny your friends, but you can't deny your companions, right?"

The resonance of the heart stabilized Sito's emotions, and his eyes returned to their former coldness and confidence.

The slender and slender fingertips lightly touched Zhou Ji's palm, and then slowly covered and joined together.

Lonely people attract each other, and wounded people comfort each other.

After calming down, Si Teng gently held that generous and warm big hand, and Zhou Ji's incomprehensible light flashed in his eyes, "Hello, companion."

After all, Yunxi village is not a place to stay for a long time.

After Si Teng's body recovered a little, Zhou Ji took her out of the village, intending to go to Yuhang ahead of time to wait for the news of Xuanmen.

The mountain road was bumpy, and there were few tourists in the village. Zhou Ji searched around and only found a Wuling. In desperation, he had to hire a Land Rover from the provincial capital and take them to the airport.

Si Teng's evil spirit is disordered, and if he is not careful, he will be backlashed by the power of the red umbrella.

Even though the Land Rover ran on the mountain road much more smoothly than a van, Si Teng still felt a little unwell, huddled in the back seat, frowning, and his face was sickly pale.

"Master, please drive slowly." Zhou Ji sat in the co-pilot and repeatedly urged.

The driver's ears were almost calloused.

Zhou Ji has explained this journey to him countless times, and he drove as smoothly as possible. Through the rear mirror, he saw the cold and slender appearance of the girl in the back seat, and glanced at the back seat from time to time, wishing to turn his head. Turn around a hundred and eighty degrees of silence.

The mouth responded, 'Okay. '

He said disdainfully in his heart: "Lick the dog." '

At the airport, Zhou Ji carefully helped Si Teng to the lobby to sit down, checked the luggage of the two in advance, went to the supermarket, and squatted down with a bag.

"Eat something?"

Si Teng closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a moment, his face recovered a little, and he looked at the bag in Zhou Ji's hand, which were full of duck pears and Sydney.

She doesn't eat much at ordinary times, and at most she drinks some tea. The fruits Zhou Ji picked for her are all pears with plenty of water, which can be regarded as careful.

But she really didn't want to eat at this time.

The endlessly surging red umbrella demon power impacted her spiritual platform from time to time, and her eyes were also flickering. If she didn't have a strong will, she would pass out at any time.

Seeing that Si Teng was still looking weak, Zhou Ji had no choice but to sit beside her and take out a pear, and touched his pocket, only to remember that the short knife, guns and ammunition were hidden in Miaojiang before going out. In the deep mountains, there is not even a small peeling knife on the whole body at the moment.

Si Teng squinted his eyes and listened to the rattling sounds coming from around him, only to realize that Zhou Ji was gnawing on the skin of Sydney like a hamster, his eyelids twitched, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Go buy it for me!" A cup of coffee?"

Zhou Ji had already gnawed off the outer skin, killed more than half of the Sydney pear, turned his head and said, "Do you add sugar and milk?"

Can I stop drinking?

It was only then that Si Teng realized that he had made a mistake, and said helplessly and a little funny: "No sugar, no milk."