The Top Couple Is a Bit Sweet

At this time Song Yan was sitting in a daze in the pavilion behind the school hill.

The cameraman and several staff members did not bother him. The cameraman even walked a few steps away and took pictures of the man and the pavilion, as well as the green bushes and small gravel roads beside the pavilion.

The blue sky and fiery red glow in the evening, and the sky presents shades of purple and orange. Professional photographers know how to frame the picture and the language of the lens. Although "You Are in the World" is a variety show, it has been from the beginning of the first season to the present. There are countless beautiful and famous scenes, and even individual pictures have been blown into film quality.

Although the scenes are plain, they are pleasing to the eye. Song Yan rarely participates in variety shows. In addition to face-to-face interviews in the documentaries filmed for him by the movie channel, most of the scenes of him reading the script on the set are so quiet.

In the documentary, Yu Weiguang, the director who is familiar with him, said that Song Yan is a keen-minded child, who is too sensitive on the inside and sometimes too indifferent on the outside. Such people usually do not write great joy and sadness on their faces. It even gives the impression of being upright and arrogant, but in fact, he is good at observing and understanding, so he is born a good seedling for acting.

Including the interview with Song Yan's head teacher yesterday by the Human World Program Group, he also said that he was quiet and reluctant to talk about others, but the teacher and his close friends knew that he was a good boy.

If it weren't for the staff from Teacher Wen to come over, no one would have the heart to disturb Teacher Song's quiet moments alone.

The staff asked him to go to the fireworks square to meet with Teacher Wen. Song Yan frowned when he heard that Wen Li was at the fireworks square.

"What is Teacher Wen doing there?"

The staff played dumb: "The choreographer arranged it temporarily."

Song Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was in a daze when he realized that he was not in the state today.

He stood up, obeyed the instructions of the staff, and prepared to go to the Fireworks Plaza.

The fireworks square is not a good memory for him, because in front of the camera, Song Yan’s bad performance is too obvious, but he is not a person who can hide all his emotions well, so he went to the square. At the time, his face still sank visibly with the naked eye.

The cameraman who was filming was very excited. When he was about to walk there, the surrounding groups of students, especially the girls, grabbed each other's hands, and their legs bounced and became excited.

"Here is coming! Ah ah ah he is coming!"

Song Yan raised his eyes and looked up the square.

He has very slight short-sightedness. The sun is almost set at this time, and the sky is dark blue, and the street lights are lit at the right time, standing around the square like a circular light source with scattered light.

The square was very lively. Looking from Song Yan's perspective, there was a shadow standing among the faint light sources of candles.

The man stopped suddenly.

The cameraman was caught off guard, carrying the camera and quickly turned back: "Ms. Song, why did you stop?"

Song Yan opened his lips in vain and couldn't share his feelings with the cameraman at this moment.

It took a while to walk over, and he finally saw the apricot shadow.

The man was stunned. Ten years later, the main color of Mingfeng's school uniform has not changed. The style and details have been slightly changed, but it still overlaps with the apricot and yellow in his memory.

The school girl learns to dance. Song Yan still remembers that her high school hairstyle most often wears a high ball head, with a tall and round head, like a goose egg with a hair ball on top. Later, the school girl became an entertainer. , Her styling team often combs her long hair into a variety of beautiful hairstyles, and she rarely sees such a hairstyle again.

Today, the school girl put on the ball head again, clean and refreshing, neat and cute, still immature and young.

Wen Li stood in the middle of the heart shape surrounded by candles. The halo of so many candles did not add up to her eyes as bright and moving.

Seeing him coming, she lifted her chin triumphantly and looked at him with a smile.

Wen Li didn't need to say anything, he also understood now.

She pinned her hands behind her, and shook her head a little bit twisted, her legs under her short skirt were tightly closed, her toes involuntarily rubbed back and forth, and the toes of her shoes were almost flattened by her.

Lips buzzed, opened and closed again, for a long time, and finally suffocated a sentence: "I have put these candles for a long time by myself, and I will give them to you."

In an extremely embarrassing situation, I didn't forget to emphasize that it was my own work.

I would drink more if I knew it a long time ago, and it was not drunk enough, and I couldn't tell the belly draft that was printed this afternoon.

"Then what, I also prepared fireworks, I will set them off for you."

A circle of small fireworks was also set up outside the candles. Wen Li asked staff to borrow lighters and lit these fireworks one by one.

Bunches of fireworks, about half a meter high, rose from the ground, and Wen Li pulled Song Yan away.

"Look away, it won't be good if you burn it."

Generally, students play with fireworks in the fireworks square. They don’t buy so many at once. The sizzling fireworks set off the center of the square like daylight like countless stars, attracting many students to stand by and watch. All photographers were attracted by the fireworks at night, and pointed their cameras at them.

Wen Li looked at her achievements with satisfaction, then looked up at Song Yan, quietly observing his reaction, whether he was happy or angry, and whether her self-determined behavior relieved him or made him feel offended.

Wen Li actually had a headache because she didn’t know what to do to protect Song Yan’s 18 years old. After thinking about it for a long time, she asked her sister Zitong to borrow Ming Feng’s school uniform, and called her uncle for confirmation, and finally asked. The reason why Song Yan wrote the three words "She didn't come" in the Youth Magazine came out.

Uncle dead! Waiting for the first month of next year, the first thing she does is to cut her hair!

After recording the show with Wen Yan, she went back to Wen's house and then settled her account. Now she is full of thoughts about how to tell Song Yan.

There is no way. She is an actor and not a screenwriter. She doesn't have many thoughts. After thinking about it, she can only think of this way.

In fact, she was still a little scared, worried that Song Yan would not be able to let go, even if he chose to let go with a good temper, but as long as he was a little unhappy, she couldn't forgive herself.

Wen Li didn't want to let him and Song Yan a little bit more distance, and didn't want to have any memory of Wen Li in a certain corner of his heart in the future.

Song Yan treats her so well, he likes her so much, his love is beautiful and gentle, she is not a person who likes to take advantage of others, she has acted in so many idol dramas, and she understands that the relationship between two people should be equal .

Even if she is not a gentle person, she will learn from now on.

The man stared at her firmly in the dungeon for a moment, and the emotion in his eyes flickered, like a candlelight that was swayed by the summer evening breeze.

After regaining his stunnedness, his handsome eyebrows were always twisted, his lips pressed tightly, his mouth was dry and bitter, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty, trying to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Finally, he sighed slightly, and when he lowered his eyes, he covered the blush at the end of his eyes with his eyelids, but something fell uncontrollably and wet his trembling eyelashes.

Wen Li was so close, she could see clearly, she opened her lips in surprise, and Song Yan was pulled into her arms in the next second.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"They hugged him!!!"

"Wow, kiss! Kiss!"

Amid the screams of the students, the cameraman immediately pointed the camera at them.

This group of young students didn't think it was too much to watch the excitement. They didn't have the consciousness of minors at all. They booed up and were not shy. The decibels and excitement made them wish they would hug each other and kiss each other on the spot.

The staff are all grown-ups, and they are relatively calm. Several people look at each other, with a smile and helpless expression.

Director Yan still miscalculated. Before in the group, he kept complaining about Teacher Wen's tricks, but in the end, Teacher Song really took it.

So the trick is not new or old, it just works.

Song Yan pursed his lips, bent down, and buried his head in her neck with some difficulty.

He pressed Mai, and amid the screams of the students around him and the burst of fireworks, he said in a dull tone with a little nasal sound: "Don't let me be photographed."

Wen Li hugged him back, feeling silly, and hurriedly pinched Mai, comforting him like a kid: "Goodbye, stop crying."

Song Yan chuckled softly, and the breath hit her neck, itchy, causing Wen Li to move unconsciously.

Fearing that he would be dispatched like this, he hugged him a little bit more quickly, with an obscure tone, and dryly blamed: "What, you... the culprit."

"Senior." Wen Li laughed, relying on the noisy surroundings, no one could hear him, and finally said in his ear except for what he most wanted to say to him, "I have a crush on you for a long time, can I be my boyfriend? ?"

Song Yan stared blankly. On the high school campus, surrounded by young students, Wen Li dressed in high school uniforms and returned the confession scene that she missed ten years ago in the same way ten years later.

It was like 16-year-old Wen Li's response to Song Yan.

She didn't say it explicitly, but in such a gentle and concealed way that no one knew, and only the two of them could understand to tell him, and confessed to him that she already knew his secret, but she didn't think it was a burden, on the contrary She was very grateful and was pleasantly surprised.

She decided to give this heart back to him in the same way.

Love him as much as he loves her.

In this way, Song Yan's obsessions and gaps ten years ago, the wounds that she couldn't forget and didn't dare to mention, were finally completely filled with new memories today.

Senior A Yan will never feel sorry for this memory anymore, and he will no longer be afraid to come to the Fireworks Plaza, because Senior A Li has turned the memory here into a bright and warm apricot yellow.

He hugged her tightly, mumbled very deeply, and then replied, "My pleasure."

Holding the person in his arms, that powerful heart is beating violently, like a drum being beaten, vibrating rhythmically.

That heart was thinking, really good, the girl he likes is better than the heroines in the magazine, she is the most gentle girl in the world.

——

At the end of the filming the next day, the group walked back to the hotel.

Wen Li, who was resting in the car, received a call from Director Yan. She didn't have to evade Song Yan on the phone call with Director Yan. She directly pressed the speakerphone.

Director Yan said straightforwardly: "I just watched the recording tonight."

Wen Li's tone was shy: "How's it? Am I doing very well?"

"Not bad." Yan Dao first exaggerated, and then hit her again, "It's just that the trick is too dirty."

Wen Li, who had been happy all night, immediately collapsed and looked at Song Yan with faint eyes.

Say to him with lips: I blame you, I copied you.

Song Yan didn't push the blame, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he replied with his lips: I'm sorry, I was wrong.

Wen Libai glanced at him and then retorted Director Yan: "Where is it? I think it's super romantic. You see how touched Teacher Song is, he is..." She reacted quickly and almost bit her tongue and said, "How touched he is. !"

"Moved? I didn't see it."

"Strictly, you are not the person involved. You will not understand." Wen Li is very confident. "The audience will understand. In short, I will vote for the audience ratings of the eighth issue."

Director Yan joked to Wen Li, and joked: "To be honest, if I were the client and my wife gave me such a romantic show, I would hug her on the spot and kiss her fiercely? That's all of you?"

As soon as these words came out, including Wen Li, the two assistants sitting in front of them also laughed.

Only Song Yan was calmer, with his fingers pressed to his lips, looking at the scenery outside the car window without speaking.

Wen Li said dumbfounded: "Director Yan... I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic to your wife."

"Of course, you think everyone is like Song Yan." Lead Yan said with earnest heart, "I don't know how many variety shows he does, but you are a frequent visitor to variety shows, and you usually take your husband more often. The response is too flat. "

Unexpectedly, it was Song Yan's reaction that Yan Dao was dissatisfied with was too flat.

She was not dissatisfied.

Of course, Wen Li had to defend Song Yan, saying: "There are so many minors around, how bad the influence is, what kind of kiss?"

Director Yan disagrees: "Do you think the minors now know nothing? Do you believe that they know more than you and Song Yan?"

"Then the broadcast has a bad influence. Many children watch our show."

"Do you worry about this? We'll cut it out when it's on the air for fear of bad influence."

"..."

Wen Li was puzzled for a few seconds, and after confirming that Dao Yan himself was calling her, he said helplessly: "Then I have to cut it off anyway, what kind of kiss?"

Just like filming a TV series, some scenes are clearly sensitive and cannot go through trial. They are useless if they are filmed. Is it still necessary to film them? It's easier to cut these plots directly from the script.

Director Yan was silent, and after a few seconds, he said forcefully: "You kissed yours, we cut ours, is there a problem?"

Wen Li looked confused.

"Guide Yan, did you drink alcohol today?"

"I didn't drink it." Yan Dao sighed deeply, "You two know a fart, forget it..."

After that, I didn't talk about today's recording again, and told them that when the eighth episode of the program was broadcast next week, the program team was going to let them open a public welfare live broadcast, and then they would do a feature film reaction with the fans.

After instructing these, Yan Dao hung up the phone.

The car was quiet again, but because of the words of Director Yan, Wen Li thought about it again inexplicably.

Even Director Yan, who is almost fifty years old, is still so enthusiastic about his wife. She and Song Yan are still so young, and he prepared such a big surprise for him. Although he was very moved, his eyes were red and he shed a few beautiful tears. , But the physical feedback to her seemed to be too flat.

Yesterday she knew that Song Yan had a crush on her for so many years. To tell the truth, it was fortunate that Song Yan was not by her side at the time. Otherwise, she would definitely be unable to hold her with the excitement at the time, so she swooped in and gave him a coma directly.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this man is so cold.

He was indifferent when he was in high school. He persuaded the 16-year-old Wen Li to resign. Now that the two of them have grown up, he has acted in so many movies. Why is he still so indifferent? Doesn't this flashy entertainment industry change his character at all?

Wen Li thought about it all the way. Senior Bingshan became Bingshan's husband, thinking that her life in the next few decades would be miserable.

Finally arrived at the hotel and entered the room. She couldn't hold it anymore. As she walked inside, she pretended to say seriously: "Teacher Song, I think what Director Yan said makes sense. Your reaction tonight--ah!"

Before she could finish her words, she exclaimed, and Song Yan stopped her in her arms.

The cold smell of the man's body and his words that he would not allow her to refuse were poured into Wen Li's body, causing her to tremble unconsciously, her heart thumping and thumping wildly, subconsciously clenching his collar tightly.

"I've endured all the way." Song Yan said concisely, "I'll talk about what you have done."