Love at the Right Time

In short, she managed to escape cooking once again, and she told Fu Anran three or five times that she would change her to cook. But every time she went home after buying food from the supermarket, she always took away the topic in two or two sentences, or had a phone call, and then every time Fu Anran continued to package the food for the evening.

But today, apart from simply escaping the meal, there is one more thing, that is, while Fu Anran is cooking, they also received a report from their parents at the same time, and the two parents are going to return.

In a nutshell, seeing the message just sent from the family group, she realized that she and Fu Anran almost seemed to be living together during this period.

Go to get off work together, eat breakfast, lunch and dinner together, and occasionally watch TV together on weekends. The only thing between them that does not seem to be living together is that Fu Anran still goes to his home to sleep every night.

She patted her face. When did she get along with someone so naturally? If these things are known to her parents, let alone jump into the Yellow River, she will not be able to clean up after jumping into the Huangpu River.

"Senior sister, why are you patting your face?"

Fu Anran's laughing voice suddenly awakened. In short, she hurriedly put away her phone after an "ah", concealing her strangeness, "It's okay, I unconsciously took a picture while watching the news, it's okay..."

"Well, let's have dinner, let's have dinner." Fu Anran didn't care, and walked over to the dining room with a simple wrist.

They each had their rice and sat down face to face, Fu Anran took a spoon and scooped two spoonfuls of fried corn into the bowl for Jianyizhi, and said: "I feel that the fried corn tonight is not bad. It is better than last time. Sister, you can try it. ."

"Um..." In short, I dealt with all the dishes that An Ran picked up, and boasted as I ate: "The ones you made last time were delicious, and everything you cooked was delicious."

Fu Anran generally doesn't have many opportunities to cook at home. Maybe this is the time when she has received the most praise since she learned to cook.

In short, it's not just about eating for yourself. In the beginning, she even praised her cooking several times. So after coming down so many times, she always accustomed to the simplicity, from beginning to end, she tolerantly covered the simplicity of the food problem.

Thinking of this, Fu Anran smiled and said softly: "Eat slowly, eat more, and in a few days, I won't be cooking for you."

Silence gradually filled this space, and the smile on Fu Anran's face turned into reluctance little by little, and the calm on the simple face was not so natural.

"Although parents are coming back, we can still be together. Anyway, we work in the same place. It's just that we can't have dinner together, it's nothing." Jianyi's lips raised a smile, comforting Fu Anran's reluctance. , But also comforted myself.

Fu Anran was silent for a while, eating slowly, and then said for a long time: "In fact, you should think of it, and it will definitely not be the same as now. What parents are thinking, we know very well, if it is the same as now, then I can't tell you anything."

If you maintain this kind of relationship, a hundred mouths can't explain their relationship.

Jian Yizhi suddenly felt bored. With the relationship between parents and parents, any contact between them would be very ambiguous. But by the way, she likes to get along with Fu Anran very much, and she doesn't want to lose this friend.

She grinned, pretending to be indifferent to Fu Anran and imagined: "That's okay, anyway, I'll be together at work. After a while, you'll fall in love, or if I'm in love, then it's okay. We can do what we need to be honest, and we don't need to pay such attention."

Fu Anran bends her lips and clamps a piece of ribs to Jian Yizhi, "Maybe I will be earlier than you. After all, you have to find someone who can teach you to cook. It doesn't seem so easy."

"Um..." Jian Yizhi also relieved his eyebrows, biting his ribs and replied vaguely: "It doesn't need to be like you, you can do it at all. The food is just that way."

"Eating and eating are just that way, then why do you still shout every day for delicious food?"

"Because you have a high cooking skill, of course you have to ask for it."

The atmosphere gradually warmed up, and the two of them started talking while eating. After the meal, Jianyi naturally took care of the dishes, and asked Fu Anran to go to the living room to watch TV and wait, and send her back after she finished washing the dishes.

It was the most common thing during this period of time to send Fu Anran downstairs after dinner, but as the return date of parents approached, this incident became as cherished as having dinner.

It took a few steps and several steps to send it simply, and finally it was sent to the bottom of Fu Anran's house. It really couldn't be sent anymore.

"Go back, see you tomorrow at work." Jian Yizhi put his hands in his pockets, casual and gentle.

Fu Anran smiled lightly, and said jokingly: "Senior sister, I won't be able to eat the food I cooked in a few days, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"What are you talking about? I praise you every day." Jian Yizhi smiled and stroked his hair, after thinking for a while, he said: "Or, you have something to tell me, you have to let me first Speak."

I thought Fu Anran would deny it shyly. I didn’t expect her to be shy, but it was not so obvious, but she responded altogether: “Well, I like being with my senior sister, but it seems like this will make my parents follow me. Uncle and Auntie misunderstood. So, we should not be like this for a long time."

The little sister let go, and she couldn’t hold it anymore in a nutshell. She stretched out a finger to light Fu Anran’s forehead and laughed, “Then it depends on which one of us will take off the order first, and then we will take off the order. When the time comes, we will be able to prove that the relationship between us is extremely innocent, and parents, uncles and aunts will not misunderstand."

"Okay, do you want to compare with me before leaving the order?" Fu Anran blinked.

Just imagine, in a nutshell, you really can’t imagine Fu Anran in a relationship. Now they are so cute. If they fell in love, what would it look like?

She shook her head and laughed, and drove the thought out of her head, and then her palms were facing upwards, her fingers bent and tapped Fu An Ran's forehead: "No, what's the comparison with reckless things? You can't force yourself for a bet. But Li Li Mom and Dad are still a few days away when they come back, why are you eager to tell me so much?"

"Then I'll say it again on the last day. Goodnight, Senior Sister." Fu Anran stretched out his tongue and laughed playfully, concealing his shame, and quickly walked into the corridor.

Simply hooked his lips, sighed, and walked back.

Shi Qingqiu’s last scene is the last scene in "Jiejun Jue". Gu Nian, who had been fighting for several years, returned to the capital. At that time, Xia Ximiao was in the first half of Gu Nian’s return, and her condition worsened due to national affairs. And passed away.

Emperor Xiao Kingdom Xia Mingde gave way to Gu Nian. After several times to reassure herself that Xia Ximiao was just lazy and didn't come to see him, he brought a jar of wine and poison on a day of lightning and thunder and heavy rain. Go to Xia Ximiao's grave and commit suicide by taking poison.

The production team arranged a real scene, constructed a real scene of the cemetery in the shooting base, and artificially created a scene that gradually changed from a little rain to a pouring rain.

Shi Qingqiu spent nearly an hour alone in the corner before the shooting started. There was no one on the set to disturb her, and the atmosphere didn't dare to make a sound. Only Shi Zhaoyi got closer to prepare for her needs.

Li Chengliang looked at Shi Qingqiu, who was wearing a dragon robe and carrying a wine jar. He solemnly said: "Everyone is in place, and the props pay attention to the amount of precipitation." Then he waved his hand gently.

"Action!" Changji hit the board, the last scene of "Yu Jun Jue".

Gu Nian dragged her tired footsteps. When she was on the battlefield, she had sharp eyes that were as sharp as a silver gun in her hand. Her body that was as straight as a loose body seemed to cease to exist. At this moment, it was just a walking dead body that lost its soul.

"Ximiao, I'm here, I'm back."

Her voice was low and hoarse, suppressing sadness, suppressing pain, suppressing longing. She smiled lightly again, staring at the wordless monument in front of her for a moment.

"They told me that you called yourself an unfaithful and unfilial person. As a princess, you imprisoned the emperor in the harem and imprisoned the country on behalf of his father. After death, the monument is not worthy of lettering." She walked to the tombstone. Reached out and touched the smoothly polished edge of the stone tablet, as if stroking the face of his lover, "But, you saved so many people, if you hadn't stopped moving the capital, I'm afraid I would have never returned..."

Gu Nian's eyes were red, two lines of clear tears flowed down with her bitter smile, and a pattering rain fell in the sky. Her body could no longer bear to slid down against the tombstone, uncovering the wine altar's cover cloth, from her bosom. I found a small paper bag inside, and poured the white powder into it without hesitation.

The rain gradually got heavy, wet her clothes, covered her crying, and dripped into her wine jar. She drank the wine one after another and cried and said, "Ximiao, you didn't mean waiting for me to come back. Do you want to marry me? You won't come back, but you are leaving me alone? I still think, when I come back, I will resign and travel around the world with you. I have seen many scenery along the way over the years, you Haven't seen it..."

I cried anxiously, coughed hard, my voice became hoarse, as if I tried my best to shout: "Ximiao, I won, won't you come back to see me? Don't you remember what you said, you are going out of the city Welcome me? I have been waiting for you for so long, why are you still sleeping..."

"Ximiao, get up and look at me..."

Yang Xiao looked worried from afar, and hurriedly picked up his mobile phone to read WeChat. The message had been sent out for so long, why hasn't the big ice block come yet?

Until the end of the last scene, the crew surrounded Shi Qingqiu with laughter and high-five cheers. Yang Xiao was busy putting her in a bath towel to wipe off her body, wiped her tears, and was busy looking out of the crowd.

"This is crying, okay, I feel distressed when I look at it." Shi Zhaoyi smiled and held Shi Qingqiu's shoulder on the other side, and accompanied Yang Xiao to wipe her tears.

"I'm fine, don't stare at me, it will be fine in a while." Shi Qingqiu kept crying, choking while talking, and his eyes were red like a rabbit.

Too much into the scene, especially when the scene is crying, it is possible that the scene is finished, but the actor is still immersed in the scene and cannot escape. From the side, this is also a proof of Shi Qingqiu's acting skills.

"Okay, don't look, let's change clothes and go back to the hotel to rest." Shi Zhaoyi smiled and shook his head. He inadvertently caught a glimpse of Yang Xiao's distraction and said curiously: "A Xiao, what are you looking at?"

"No, no, how can I watch anything..." Yang Xiao explained in a hurry, Yu Guang saw the figure hurriedly approaching, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Hey, here comes, here comes Sister Ice!"

When Shi Qingqiu heard that Wen Qinghan was coming, she was stunned and glared at Yang Xiao: "What did you call her for? It's not a big deal. Later, she thought what happened to me."

This stare made no deterrent, Yang Xiao stuck out his tongue and smiled, Shi Zhaoyi also smiled helplessly.

"What's the matter?" Wen Qinghan's voice was a little worried, walked over to pick up Yang Xiao's job, and hugged Shi Qingqiu closer.

"Xiao Wen is here? Come comfort your wife, don't say we bullied her for a while." Li Chengliang laughed and laughed at the back.

Shi Zhaoyi took two steps back and completely handed Shi Qingqiu to Wen Qinghan. Wen Qinghan wiped Shi Qingqiu's tears and looked at the venue again, and asked softly, "Is it finished?"

"Well, I'm fine, I just haven't finished crying." Shi Qingqiu smiled, whimpering when speaking, his body almost softened, and Wen Qinghan held him honestly.

"Yeah, Sister Shi had been crying for a long time. I was preparing for emotions from the beginning of the filming. I cried as soon as the filming started, and I felt tears from several glasses of water. I was scared when I looked at it."

Shi Zhaoyi laughed "pouch", and he was very convinced by Yang Xiao's courage to fear that the world would not be chaotic.

"Where am I? A Xiao, go away, go and help me get my clothes clean, I want to change it." Shi Qingqiu didn't look at Yang Xiao at first.

Wen Qinghan glanced sideways at Yang Xiao, with a smile on his mouth, and then touched Qingqiu's hair soaked in water, and said in a low voice, "Okay, let's remove makeup and change clothes first, or I'll catch a cold. I'm here. Waiting for you here, we will go back together."

The author has something to say: give a unified reply to the readers who said I was procrastinating.

I never write articles without water, I believe that most people still agree with this.

I don’t need to say more about the character of this article, let me just summarize it directly.

Has the level of intimacy between the characters in Chapter 20 reached in Chapters 1, 2, and 3? No.

Is the degree of intimacy in Chapter 30 placed in Chapter 10 or even Chapter 20? No.

In the last fifty chapters and sixtieth chapters, is there any difference between the emotional depth at this time and the previous part? I believe the difference is big.

I don't deny that there is a step-by-step feeling, but this article has paved the way from the beginning. It is a gradual and orderly process. Every detail of every plot is to pave the way for the next closer degree. If there is no one thing after another, where is the opportunity to cultivate feelings?

I can only say that this kind of slow and hot text is not suitable for people who like fast progress. I want to write with intense emotions. Then the previous person settings can’t be the way it is now. Now I’m not happy when I say that I’m procrastinating. .

Imagine that I create a steady and affectionate old Wen, who has been emotionally hurt, and then the plot is old Wen recklessly, "I love you, I have to confess, I don’t care about anything, I’ll confess first, anyway, I’ll go to bed before getting married. "Or always "you are my wife, I should touch you", but is it right?

Actually, I don’t want to explain a lot of things every time, I’m tired too, alas