Outrageous

Sang Wanci didn't understand why Lu Zhiwei's expression was so bluntly asked, "I shouldn't ask?"

Lu Zhiwei was a little embarrassed suddenly, and touched the back of his head: "No, it's the first time I was asked about my birthday. I was a little surprised."

Seeing this, Sang Wanci looked her up and down unconsciously.

Lu Zhiwei looks gentle and speaks nicely. It doesn't seem to be a contradiction and crowding out.

"Why no one asked?" Sang Wanci asked.

Lu Zhiwei touched his finger and looked at the palm of his hand, embarrassed and frank: "You may not believe it, I have a relatively low sense of existence. Everyone..."

Her words are very subtle: "Do not remember me."

Suddenly, Sang Wanci was stunned, and did not answer, but just looked at her motionlessly.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

I don't know if I believe it, or think she is absurd.

Lu Zhi smiled twice: "Teacher Sang, just treat me as gibberish, don't take it to your heart."

Then he changed the subject and said with curiosity: "Why did Mr. Sang suddenly ask about this?"

Sang Wanci slowly recovered and said calmly, "It's nothing, but when Director Li joked that no one would give you your birthday, I think your reaction was a little wrong."

At that moment, Lu Zhi was slightly stiff and unnatural, as if embarrassment was suddenly thrown away, and his nakedness was exposed to the public.

Thinking back to her crying scene again, it seemed to empathize, she was Xiaohe, and Xiaohe was her, which made people feel distressed.

In addition, Lu Zhiwei just encouraged her so gently, she wanted to ask.

I just didn't expect the result to be worse.

Not only did no one celebrate her birthday, but there was no one who took the initiative to ask her birthday...

Lu Zhiwei didn't think he was miserable, and even happily bent his eyes and smiled: "Wow, Teacher Sang, you are so careful. Thank you, I'm very happy!"

Sang Wanci looked at her with an optimistic smile, for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Not remembered, no one even asks about birthdays. When these things are mentioned, she will not feel wronged in her heart, she does not want to cry, she does not want to vomit bitterness?

"Aren't you sad?" Sang Wan asked kindly.

Luzhi smiled and curled his eyes, his tone of voice was ordinary: "It's nothing to be sad.

"Now that the technology is advanced, as long as you set it up, everything will be remembered by the system, just like a mobile phone calendar. When it's time, it will pop out with a sense of ritual to remind me. Isn't it good?

"No matter how bad it is, there is still me."

She clicked on her temple: "I will remember, always remember."

Sang Wanci looked at her, recalling the moment she was stunned on the set.

Maybe in the bottom of her heart, she would still be sad for this, but she didn’t show it on the face.

But since she didn't take the initiative to reveal it, then forget it.

They are just a cooperative relationship, not friends who talk about everything, and she doesn't need to open her heart unconditionally.

And she seems to have thousands of ways to please herself, making her negative emotions useless.

Thinking of this, Sang Wanci curled her lips as if infected by the smile on her face, agreeing: "You are very optimistic."

Lu Zhiwei did not deny this evaluation, and readily accepted it.

"Optimism is good, optimism can be better and live happily."

Transparent physique will let God know that it will not admit defeat, and then make her dull.

She will also let the transparent physique know that she does not admit defeat, she wants to live for herself.

——The eyes of others are not important.

Sang Wanci stared at her, as if looking at a cluster of blooming flowers, each petal exuding vigorous vitality, charming and moving, making others' eyes could not help but stop for her.

"Tell me," Sangwan smiled, "your birthday."

…

When Lu Zhiwei returned, his steps were brisk.

Lao Wu felt that if she gave her some music, she was afraid that she would be able to perform a live song and dance drama on the spot.

[She just asked about your birthday, are you so happy? 】

Lu Zhiwei held his hands behind his back, with a cheerful expression: "Yes."

People living in their own world are easily satisfied once they touch the warmth of another world.

Contentment and Changle, this is also her principle of life.

Lao Wu hesitated and said: [Are you not afraid that she will forget after asking? 】

He is not Sang Wanci, I don't know if Sang Wanci can remember Lu Zhiwei's birthday.

From the perspective of the old mother, he still wants his daughter to be more awake so as not to be forgotten and heartbroken on her birthday.

Lu Zhiwei's expression changed the same, still optimistic, as if he had thought of this possibility a long time ago.

"I'm not afraid. I never thought she would remember. For me, being forgotten is a daily life. I've long been used to it. It's not a matter."

[Then you are so happy? ] Lao Wu was puzzled.

"Happy, why not happy?" Luzhi asked with a smile, "This is the first time someone has asked me about my birthday. What is better than nothing, why not be happy?"

Lao Wu was asked.

He discovered that Lu Zhiwei is optimistic, he can think for the good in everything, and never finds himself uncomfortable.

If you don't say it well, she can dig out the sparkling spots on her own, and then enjoy herself for most of the day.

This way... actually pretty good.

Lao Wu took off his glasses and wiped them clean, with a smile in his eyes: [You are right, it is worthy of happiness. 】

Then reminded: [Don't forget that there is still someone waiting for you. 】

Lu Zhiwei raised his hand and made an "OK" gesture.

Brother Sand Sculpture is impossible to forget. She has to tell him about his current emotional state, help him stay away from the road of the original plot tool, and continue to be Sand Sculpture's herself.

Of course, there is one more thing that cannot be forgotten-

"Hurry up and fix him!"

She doesn't want to be dragged by Ying Xize to the men's bathroom anymore! !

…

"Where have you been?"

Zhang Xianrui greeted the people who came slowly.

"Talk to Miss Lu for a while." Sang Wan said, lifting the skirt.

Zhang Xianrui supported her arm and helped her get into the nanny car.

"Lu Zhiwei? Oh, I remember her.

"I heard that she is very close to Ying Xize? What's the matter, does she like Ying Xize?"

Sang Wanci: "She doesn't like Ying Xize, she likes me."

Ying Xize can't compare to her.

Lu Zhiwei also praised her for her beautiful smile.

Ying Xize must have never been so exaggerated by Lu Zhi.

Without knowing why, she suddenly liked Lu Zhiwei's compliment to her. It sounded very comfortable and powerful.

Zhang Xianrui: "???"

She said that her celebrities would kill both men and women!

But Lu Zhiwei would directly confess to Sang Wanci that she did not expect.

"...She actually confessed to you directly? She has the courage to come out."

Sang Wanci: "?"

Only then did she understand what kind of like Zhang Xianrui was talking about, and couldn't help but laugh: "No, Sister Zhang, I'm talking about fans' liking for idols. She and Ying Xize are just ordinary friends, not love."

The rumors stop at the wise man, she needs to clarify for the true love fan.

Zhang Xianrui leaned against the car door, with one hand on hips, her eyebrows raised, and she smiled sullily: "That's the best thing. I think that boy Ying Xize likes you. If Lu Zhiwei likes him, 80% will be affected. hurt."

She can see this kind of love and death due to drama.

There are injured men and women, and it makes people embarrassed to see it.

Injuried……

Sang Wanci thought of Lu Zhiwei's smile, and unconsciously cast his gaze in the direction he came back.

She didn't want such a vigorous person to get hurt.

Without waiting for her to speak, a pinch-like pain suddenly struck her mind.

She held her forehead and frowned.

Seeing this, Zhang Xianrui stretched out her hand to support her: "Have a headache again?"

Sang Wanci didn't respond, but patiently endured it, and the headache passed quickly.

Her complexion gradually returned to normal, and she did not forget to comfort Zhang Xianrui: "Sister Zhang, don't worry, I'm fine."

Zhang Xianrui sighed deeply, she couldn't do anything about it.

Sang Wanci's headache was very strange. When she went to the hospital, the doctors said that she was fine and that she didn't need to take medicine. The best thing was to let her rest well and not be too tired.

Zhang Xianrui had no choice but to stretch out her hand and press her shoulders: "Get more rest, don't be too tired."

Sang Wanci smiled slightly and said nothing.

Only she knows that this headache can not be cured by rest.

But there will always be a good day.

Zhang Xianrui handed her a cup of hot coffee: "You still have to pay more attention to your body. If you let your family know, you will inevitably worry about you."

Sang Wanci's eyelashes quivered slightly in the hot coffee when he heard the words "family".

"He won't worry about me.

"He will only worry that I will not be able to become a world-class pianist like my mother."

Obviously, his worries have come true.

She became an actor.

Zhang Xianrui wanted to say which parents in the world didn't care about their children, but seeing Sang Wanci's expression that he didn't want to talk anymore, he sighed and said nothing.

…

After Lu Zhiwei removed her makeup and changed clothes, she carried her bag to find Ying Xize.

Ying Xize is sitting lonely and distracted by a small pond near the crew, no different from a broken-hearted boy.

Lu Zhiwei: "..."

A child who hasn't been in love yet, why did he lose it first?

When Ying Xize was sad and lonely alone, he was patted on his shoulder suddenly, and there was another person next to him in the next second.

"Brother, you are here."

"Ok."

After a brief conversation, there was another silence.

The silence was suffocating.

Lu Zhiwei took the initiative to open the topic: "You can tell me now, do you like Teacher Sang?"

Ying Xize did not speak.

Lu Zhiwei was not in a hurry and waited slowly.

After waiting for a long time, she knew that Ying Xize wouldn't speak so quickly, so she opened the canvas bag and started flipping through things, planning to use the time reasonably while waiting to prepare her winter clothes.

Ying Xize didn't know what to say about this, or how to tell others that he didn't like Sang Wanci, but the woman who was like her and had already flown to a foreign country.

He knows where his liking for Sang Wanci comes from, but even so, he still feels sad and frustrated for Sang Wanci's affection for others.

Even he couldn't figure out what his heart was thinking.

He feels that he should find someone to have a good chat, and this person is by his side now.

Let him take a good look at his thoughts, think about what to say.

How long he thought about it, Lu Zhiwei sat next to him for how long.

Until he is no longer autistic and has the desire to talk.

"elder brother."

He started with this sound and turned his head to look at Lu Zhiwei. When he saw what was in her hand, he suddenly choked in his throat.

"..."

I saw Lu Zhiwei holding two sticks in his hand and two **** of yarn in his bag. Seeing that he finally wanted to talk, he put down the work in his hand with satisfaction and watched him kindly encourage him: "You said, I'm listening."

Ying Xize suddenly looked confused: "?"

Why does this brother carry the ball of yarn and the needle with him?

No, I am sad here, but you are knitting a sweater next to me? ? ?