Crossover Actors - Chapter 71

[Chapter 71]

Qu Yanting didn’t sleep a night.

When he was young, he was haunted by nightmares, recorded dreams, dazed under the vines, and spent countless nights with his eyes open, so he has quite a lot of experience dealing with insomnia.

I watched a movie in the first half of the night, played Lego in the second half of the night, and then sat on the bed listening to the wind outside the window. As dawn approached, the dark clouds were all blown away, and Qu Yanting finally closed his eyes drowsily.

He rested for about half an hour, got up to take a shower, changed his clothes, and packed his work as usual. I had no appetite for breakfast, so I only made a bowl of cat rice for Commander Huang.

Qu Yanting squatted in front of the rice bowl, bent his index finger to scrape Commander Huang’s head, and asked, “Is it fragrant?”

Commander Huang usually only cared about eating and ignored him at all, but today’s voice was so hoarse, Commander Huang looked at him strangely. At a glance, “meow” uttered.

Qu Yanting asked a cat for help: “What should I do?”

Commander Huang didn’t respond. He stroked the back of the cat’s neck and said, “He has a schedule during the day. I will probably go to him at night and come back later.”

Qu Yanting Standing up: “I wish me good luck.” The

street is not too crowded. Qu Yanting usually likes to drive quietly. Today, he turned on the music single “Heart is Too Soft”. Whenever he sings the part that Lu Wen sent to him, his palms will restlessly Friction on the steering wheel.

He stopped within the white line of the intersection, his eyestrained, and the red light dangled a burr in his sight, like a spiderweb of blood on his white eyeballs.

He lowered his head, unlocked his phone, and dialed Lu Wen’s number.

Qu Yanting thought this way, in the short interval of waiting for the red light, even if he couldn’t get through, he would not be too disappointed. As he expected, a familiar female voice said, “The user you dialed is turned off.”

With a thud, Lu Wen put his phone on the placemat and sat down with his back to the window, the sun shining on his shoulders from behind. He raised his hands and rubbed it from the bottom to the top from the corner of his jaw to his forehead.

The dark circles under her eyes are quite striking, and Sister Lingling exclaimed, “Are you staying up late again?”

Lu Wen didn’t sleep at all. After chatting with the little writer last night, not only did his emotional problems not resolve, but he was also very worried about the other party, which made him even more depressed.

After playing games all night, he was hungry, glanced at the freshly baked buns, and said critically, “I don’t want to eat this, let’s have a bowl of shrimp wontons.”

Sister Lingling went to the kitchen to instruct the kitchen to prepare, and said, “Eat two mouthfuls first. Mat.”

Lu Wen picked a piece at random and was eating when Lu Zhanqing dressed neatly and sat down on the other side of the table. The father and son have been in zero communication recently, taking each other as air.

Lu Wen slowed down his chewing speed, and suddenly remembered the words from a small writer of social fear, parents, family affection, things he likes can’t be grasped… He has but doesn’t cherish it, he seems to be a bit of an asshole.

There were hot lemon water and milk on the table, Lu Wen broke the deadlock: “Dad, what are you drinking?” Lu

Zhanqing froze for a while, and replied: “Water.”

Lu Wen poured a glass and handed it over, and took the bread His hand left fingerprints on the glass, but Lu Zhanqing didn’t dislike it. He drank half of the glass and said, “Didn’t sleep well last night?”

“…Well.” Lu Wen said, “I’m playing a game.” Lu Zhanqing said

: “After eating Let’s take a nap.”

“It’s okay, I’m sleeping in the car, and I have an audition today.”

Lu Wen knew that yesterday’s incident could not be hidden, and Lao Yan must have reported it to Lu Zhanqing. And Lu Zhanqing really knew it, but didn’t mention a word, as if nothing had happened.

The shrimp wontons were cooked, and the two tacitly ate breakfast. Lu Wen said, “The nanny car will pick me up in a while, and I don’t need Uncle Yan to send it.” Lu Zhanqing said, ”

Just tell Lao Yan, don’t tell me. ”

This is a precursor to the lifting of the ban, but Lu Wen couldn’t be happy. He had just quarreled with Qu Yanting and had a deadlock. He said in no mood: “I’m too lazy to toss, so I won’t move back to Zishan.”

After eating the wontons, Lu Wen estimated that the nanny car was coming soon. He would turn on the phone after turning it off overnight, unlock the screen, and pop up a series of missed calls and unread messages.

He counted, and Qu Yanting called him thirty-seven calls in total.

The car turned off when the car was in the garage, and Qu Yanting walked into the side hall of the studio.

He nodded and flipped through the call records, hesitating whether to try it again. In fact, every time he made another call, he became pessimistic, and the longer the psychological construction time before the next call was made.

He also sent Wechat to Lu Wen, sorry, answer my call, let’s talk, there are only these few words over and over. The slightly longer content is cut and deleted, lest I say something wrong and add misunderstanding.

After passing the tea room, Qiao Bian greeted him in a good mood, “Morning, Qu Bian.” Qu

Yanting didn’t lift his head: “Morning.”

Qiao Bian said, “I bought coffee, would you like a cup of Qu Bian?”

Qu Yanting slipped I didn’t hear it on my phone, so I went straight up the stairs. Qiao Bian and Yu Nan looked at each other, lowered their voices and asked, “What’s the matter with your boss?”

Yu Nan shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Qiao Bian gave him a cup of coffee and said, “Send it up, by the way.”

Yu Nan didn’t have the courage. After being with Qu Yanting for all these years, he knew how much the other party didn’t like to talk about his own private affairs. From family and friends to growing up, he almost never heard Qu Yanting take the initiative to mention it.

Going upstairs and knocking on the door, Yu Nan entered the room: “Boss,

Qiaobian gave you the coffee.” Qu Yanting stood in front of the printer, out of ink, was replacing new ink cartridges, and said, “Put it on the table.”

Yu Nan Putting it away, he walked over and said, “Boss, let me come.”

Qu Yanting handed it to him, returned to the table and picked up the hot coffee. Yu Nan quickly replaced it, took away the empty box, and said, “The boss will call me if you have anything, and I’ll go down.”

“Go.” When the other party came to the door, Qu Yanting suddenly stopped, “Wait a minute.”

Yu Nan stood and asked, “What’s the matter, boss?”

As the boss of the studio, Qu Yanting never paid attention to the private lives of employees and colleagues. At this moment, he was not used to asking, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Yu Nan was a little confused: “My girlfriend and I have been talking for four years…” I thought, everyone in the studio knows that you don’t really care, boss.

Qu Yanting was suddenly enlightened, and asked again: “Then you will quarrel?”

“Of course.” Yu Nan replied, “Couples all over the world will quarrel, it’s the monks who don’t quarrel, it’s Buddhist.”

Qu Yanting took a sip of coffee, bitter Spreading on the tip of his tongue: “After the quarrel…” He tried his best to be generous, but he was actually embarrassed, “How to make up?”

Yu Nan Zhinan said, “Just coax.”

Qu Yanting doubted: “Just coaxing will do?”

“Anyway, if I make a mistake, I will admit my mistake and coax her and buy a small gift.” Yu Nan concluded, “If she makes a mistake, alas, act like a spoiled child and I will be relieved.”

Qu Yanting added Said: “It was a very serious quarrel.”

Yu Nan thought for a moment: “If it is serious, we will break up. If we can reconcile, it means that it is not serious.”

Qu Yanting felt quite reasonable, and asked shamelessly: “If the other party has been ignoring you and not listening to you. What about the phone?”

“This kind of situation is generally divided into two categories.” Yu Nan said, “one is punishment, you are left to reflect, remember the lesson, and then reconcile. It’s over.”

Qu Yanting felt a sigh in his heart, the coffee was too bitter to swallow, and he didn’t know what else he wanted to ask.

Yu Nan didn’t dare to ask random questions, but after being cared for by Qu Yanting, he couldn’t help but gossip boldly: “Boss, are you in love?”

Qu Yanting frowned: “What’s the matter, is it strange?”

Yu Nan was shocked: “Really?!” He was even more shocked that Qu Yanting was willing to admit, “You have been single for so many years, we all thought you were going to be a single noble.”

Qu Yanting said: “I will grow up this year. Good luck.” The

door closed, and Qu Yanting turned on the computer to write the script, paying attention to the work of inspiration, and stumbled a little by the way. He barely held on for a while and opened the search engine.

The slender ten fingers became awkward on the keyboard for the first time, and Qu Yanting typed: How to coax someone?

After browsing the answer, Qu Yanting was not satisfied and re-entered: How to coax a boyfriend?

And then developed into a sentence expansion exercise – how to coax an angry boyfriend? How to coax an angry boyfriend

I have found similar answers several times, suggesting that I act like a spoiled brat to my boyfriend. It seems that Yu Nan summed it up correctly. Qu Yanting fell into a new blind spot, and immediately searched: How to act coquetry to her boyfriend?

Petite tips.

A hundred words are often used for coquettishness.

How to act coquettish naturally?

After searching for five or six articles, Qu Yanting picked up her mobile phone in a heartbeat, opened Lu Wen’s WeChat, and typed in “husband.”

After I finished playing, I almost threw my phone out of the window, and was so scared that I quickly deleted it.

He held his forehead calmly for a few minutes, then removed the title and re-edited: Just take care of me, take care of your little idiot!

Qu Yanting got goosebumps, and the coffee he drank even wanted to vomit. He deleted it again, for fear that Lu Wen would dump him directly.

After some tossing, Qu Yanting felt that it was still simple to write the script. Cut back to the story, he started the first revision after the completion of the first draft of “Hiding”.

Until it got dark, the chatting downstairs was hot, and Yu Nan knocked on the door and asked, “Boss, aren’t you off work?”

Qu Yanting said, “Go off work, I’ll leave later.”

Yu Nan hesitated slightly, and said, “Boss, “First Night” will be broadcast this Thursday. Everyone wants to celebrate that night. If you’re OK, I’ll reserve a seat in advance.”

The hand on the keyboard stopped, and Qu Yanting expected Thursday. In the situation, Lu Wen is relieved. They may wait for the premiere together. Lu Wen is not relieved, so he is not in the mood to celebrate.

“Forget it now.” He prevaricates a reason, “If the results are good after the broadcast, I will treat everyone to an expensive meal.” The

night fell completely, and Qu Yanting went to the famous building in Zishan after work, and organized a draft-like organization along the way. language. When he arrived at the destination, the white villa was lit in black and the door was locked, and the words he had brewed were futilely clutched in his chest.

Qu Yanting sat in the car and waited for a while, holding the phone, flipping three or four times to press the call button, and worrying about hearing a mechanical female voice for the thirty-eighth time.

I changed my mind to encourage myself. Anyway, I have listened to it so many times, and it is okay to have one more time?

He dialed the number nervously, waited for the sound to echo in the carriage, and got through!

Qu Yanting pinched the sides of the fuselage, making three, five, seven or eight… In the end, no one answered and hung up automatically. He was a little stunned, and slowly lay down on the steering wheel.

For the next three days, Qu Yanting never contacted Lu Wen again.

The emotions accumulated from dozens of phone calls smashed down that night, and the loss turned into fear, and he didn’t dare to extend his hand.

On Thursday, when “First Night” was broadcast, Qu Yanting could guess the atmosphere of the studio, so he didn’t want to force a smile or spoil everyone’s happiness, so he stayed at home and didn’t go to work.

Lu Wen dried him for four days, which was like a century, and he suspected that he had dried out.

When Qu Yanting was in a bad mood, he cleaned up, and cleaned it all at once until the afternoon. As spring warmed up, he tidyed up his wardrobe, and when he turned to the smoky purple sweater, he collapsed in an instant.

He was holding the sweater in a daze.

Did Lu Wen really ignore him? Are you still punishing him?

Whether being with him is more tired than happy.

Will they break up?

Qu Yanting rubbed his hair anxiously, his phone rang, he opened WeChat in a panic, and the work group of the production crew promoted and distributed some links to the publicity drafts of various media.

The artist’s Weibo is in it, Qu Yanting clicks it, the page jumps, and Lu Wen just posted one five minutes ago-no work will start today, waiting for the broadcast of “First Night”.

Maybe… Qu Yanting summoned up the courage and called Lu Wen with the smoke purple sweater in his arms.

After three rings, Lu Wen suddenly answered.

Qu Yanting took away his mobile phone at a loss, and confirmed it before he believed it. However, he forgot all the words, and he let it go: “Lu Wen…it’s me.”

“I know.” Lu Wen replied in a low voice.

Qu Yanting tried his best to hide his grievance: “You are finally willing to listen to my call.”

Lu Wen asked, “What’s the matter?”

Qu Yanting wanted to see him, thinking every day: “Are you free? Let’s meet and talk.”

Lu Wen said “I don’t have time.”

“I read your Weibo,” Qu Yanting struggled, “You said you won’t start work today, can you see me?”

Lu Wen replied, “I have private affairs.”

Qu Yanting was accused of “private affairs” two The words were stimulating, and when he understood the feeling, he panicked: “Are you still angry with me?”

Lu Wen’s tone was warm and unfamiliar: “Didn’t you say it’s too late to regret, so I Tian has been thinking about it.”

“Don’t…” Qu Yanting buried her face in the sweater, “I said nonsense that day, can you forgive me once?”

“Give me another chance and try with me again.”

” I’ll never lie to you again.”

“I’m sorry, I was wrong…”

瞿燕庭的声音那么闷，又轻，有点像哭，他一句句堵住陆文的话，到此演变为乞求：“宝贝……不要和我分手。”

手机里寂静无声。

半晌，陆文说：“给我开门。”

瞿燕庭怔愣地抬起头，攥着手机冲出卧室，惊得黄司令在窝里昂起了脑袋。他没看猫眼，停在玄关将门一把拧开。

陆文站在门外，衬衫松着两粒纽扣，若隐若现的胸膛静静起伏着。

瞿燕庭恍惚地望着他。

“我想给你个教训。”陆文说，“你可以训我，骂我也行，但是不可以乱说话。”

他看了眼瞿燕庭怀里的毛衣：“我喜欢你才会追你，没追到手就迫不及待在我妈墓前透了个底儿掉，恋爱第二天就忍不住告诉朋友，甚至差点向我爸承认。我给你的喜欢是心甘情愿，你不该用’止损’来形容。”

“即便我和你在一起真有什么损失，我自己会承担。”

“我刚才没有吓唬你，也没骗你，这些天我一直在思考。”

“我容易冲动，不成熟，经常做事不过脑子。今后我会改，但需要一点时间。”

“你愿意等我改正么？”陆文滚动喉结，用原话说，“如果不愿意，现在后悔还来得及。”

瞿燕庭混沌得说不出话。

陆文一步迈到他面前，拿出这辈子最大的定力忍了四天，本想坚持到晚上，结果因两个字前功尽弃。

他问：“要跟我和好吗？”

瞿燕庭眼眶微红，不住地点头。

“再喊一次宝贝。”陆文低声说，“以后换成我叫你。”

[End of This Chapter]