Bonfires are lit on the beach, and visitors sit around them. Lovers laugh and whisper, friends sing and sing, and the warm breeze flows in the night, laughing and laughing.

With the chatter of Mai Yonghao and Jia Yulin, coupled with the fiery Jia Yulin's girlfriend Ajuan, the atmosphere will never be dull and boring. Although Ajuan is a babbling girl, she has a straightforward and scheming surname under her youthful and beautiful appearance, and she easily won the favor of everyone. On the contrary, Mai Yonghao's girlfriend named Lina, although she looks very indifferent and easy-going, makes people never able to get close, and faintly rejects people thousands of miles away.

Lena sat quietly on the side, holding the guitar and playing a classical guitar song "Kavatina". Yang Lin can't play other musical instruments, and he can still play the guitar, and he still knows this famous song. He lay on the beach, looking at the twinkling stars in the night sky and the waning moon.

"The ancients did not see the present time and the moon, but the present month once looked like the ancients." Life is short, the moon is eternal, the times change, and the stars and the moon do not change. His life has been repeated, his fate has changed, is this starry sky still the one that lasts forever?

Changed his position, something on his waist shook, reached out and touched it, the tentacles were soft and slippery, and it turned out to be small feet. As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw Jia Yuyao, who was sitting beside him, with her upper body straight, and her long legs pressed under her couldn't stop straining, wanting to pull her feet out and get out of Yang Lin's clutches.

How could Yang Lin let her get her wish? Hold on tightly to that delicate foot. Jia Yuyao couldn't break free, so she grabbed it with him, but under the reflection of the bonfire, the crystal ear beads and the white back of her neck were crimson.

Jia Yuyao's feet are very small, very delicate, but they have a soft and soft fleshy feel, which is smooth and soft to the touch. Yang Lin played with it wantonly, gradually not satisfied with this show foot, his big hand slowly crossed the ankle, slid on the slender and round calf, and gently swayed. I could obviously feel Jia Yuyao's calves trembling slightly, but she didn't break free, letting him be light.

A shallow ambiguity, secretly breeding in the soft guitar sound, slowly wrapped and tied the two young people tightly

"Hey, brother-in-law, you're so good at writing songs, sing a song for everyone?" Ajuanjiao snorted, and everyone's eyes looked over. Jia Yuyao suddenly withdrew her legs and changed her position.

Yang Lin was secretly annoyed, this girl is really a bad scenery. Sitting up unwillingly, he shook his hand subconsciously, feeling the smooth and smooth feel of the fading spring, and said angrily: "I write songs, not sing." ”

Ajuan's girl is a big grinning surname, and she didn't hear Yang Lin's dissatisfaction at all, and said coquettishly: "Where is there a songwriter who can't sing?" Sister Yaoyao, you let your brother-in-law sing one, he listens to you the most. ”

Jia Yulin echoed: "Yes, yes, I'll call you Sister Sheng, give an order to my brother-in-law!" ”

"What does it matter if he sings or not?" Jia Yuyao said in annoyance, but her eyes were on Yang Lin, and the meaning was understandable.

Yang Lin scratched his head and said to Lina, "Lend me the guitar." Lena immediately smiled and handed over the guitar.

After trying the tone, Yang Lin frowned and thought about it, and said with a smile: "Then sing a Chinese song from my hometown to everyone." Fingers slid quickly over the strings, and a string of melodies wafted out.

"I want you to stay with me

Watch the turtle swim in the water

Slowly climb on the beach

Count the waves

Don't be afraid

You won't be lonely

I will always be by your side

Makes you happy

It is said that the child is passing day by day

We will grow up slowly

I don't care if you understand what I'm singing or not

I know one day

You're going to fall in love with me

Because I think I'm really good."

Yang Lin sang while looking at Jia Yuyao, and the warm affection in his eyes was undisguised. Jia Yuyao blushed, but the corners of her lips were smiling, and a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Yang Lin, shining brightly.

"Time flies by

And there is no turning back

A beautiful woman becomes an old woman

Ouch that time

I, I, I, I, too

Already a bad old man

......"

The song is relaxed and cheerful, the lyrics are simple, Yang Lin sang it for the second time, and Lina and Ajuan were already humming along with the rhythm. By the time the third time they sang it, everyone was able to sing along.

Light melodies, joyful singing, wafting throughout the beach. Although most foreigners do not understand the Chinese language, the beautiful melody has no borders, causing countless tourists to listen to each other, and from time to time there is a sound of applause.

I went crazy until late before I packed up and went back to my room. Along the way, Jia Yuyao blushed, letting Yang Lin hold her little hand, ignoring Jia Yulin's deliberate ridicule. It wasn't until the door of the room that I was reluctant to break up.

Yang Lin took a bath without a trace of sleepiness. I took out the script of "The True Color of Heroes" from my backpack, opened the door, and came to the outside of this reading villa. There is a stone table in the garden, and a street lamp that is not too bright. Yang Lin walked over and sat on the stone bench, tried the light to be good, and spread out the script. Light a cigarette, close your eyes and listen to the sound of the sea breeze and waves, smile slightly, and pick up a pen to write.

Jia Yuyao didn't feel sleepy after taking a bath, poured a glass of water and stood in front of the window, and through the wide floor-to-ceiling window, she saw the figure in the garden.

The back looks slightly thin, but the waist is straight. The white stone table, the faint light shining on his side face, with a sense of perseverance that is not usually seen in the delicate, is it because of work? The cigarette was clipped to the tip of the finger, and the pale blue smoke drifted away with the breeze.

This man is handsome, excellent, and full of an amiable and sunny charm all over his body, which makes Jia Yuyao's heart throb involuntarily. Remembering that he had just been playing with his feet and calves at the beach, the numbness that had disappeared seemed to rise again, gradually spreading from his calves to her whole body, making her feel feverish. Jia Yuyao bit her tender lip, pushed open the door and walked out.

Every detail of the movie "The True Color of Heroes", Yang Lin is clearly reflected in his mind, he has seen it too many times, and he is too impressed. As he wrote, he pondered what could be improved. But after thinking about it for a long time, I found that except for the special effects, in fact, other places are not allowed to be changed at all. The reason why a classic has become a classic is the taste of his characteristics, and other movies Yang Lin will change slightly according to his own ideas or the technology displayed, but he doesn't want to change this "The True Color of Heroes". He wants to put this classic in history on the screen in its entirety. It's not about respecting history, "The Assembly" has been changed too much by him. It's just a faint wish in his heart, to pass on the classics perfectly.

A delicate white porcelain water cup was gently placed on the table, and a familiar aroma came from the disadvantages. Yang Lin looked up with a smile and saw Jia Yuyao, who was wearing a snow-white nightgown, standing in front of him.

"Why don't you sleep?" Yang Lin picked up the water cup and took a sip, and asked with a smile.

Jia Yuyao sat across from him and pouted: "Can't sleep, don't you sleep either?" Her crystal eyes looked at the script in front of Yang Lin: "New script? What is your name? ”

""The True Color of Heroes", I haven't finished writing yet, do you want to see it?"

Jia Yuyao shook her head: "I don't want to, it's better to wait for you to shoot it and watch the movie." She put her arms on the stone table, supported her chin with both hands, and blinked her eyes: "Don't speak, I'll watch you write." ”

Yang Lin nodded and continued to write. The reason why the word "hard writing" is used is because this guy is not writing a script at all, but describing it according to memory, perhaps to some extent it can be said to be "the memoir of a certain movie", and the speed is naturally amazing.

It is said that men are the most handsome when they work, and Jia Yuyao feels a little like this now. Silently looking at Yang Lin's face, he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, just looking at it like this, he seemed to feel infinitely satisfied.

It wasn't until he felt that his wrist was sore that Yang Lin put down his pen, shook his hand, and glanced at the watch on his wrist that Jia Yuyao had given him, it was already half past one in the morning. Looking up, Jia Yuyao, who was staring at herself, was staring at herself, but her eyes seemed to be out of focus, and she said strangely: "Hey, what do you want?" ”

"Huh?" Jia Yuyao came back to her senses, and pulled the hair on her sideburns a little embarrassed: "It's nothing, I'll go back to sleep." She just stood up, and Yang Lin also stood up, took her little hand, and smiled: "Let's go together." Jia Yuyao nodded silently.

The two walked slowly hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, along the gravel paved path. Silent, but as if everything is silent, this silent feeling is the best way to communicate at this moment.

"Good night." Jia Yuyao walked to the door of the room and smiled sweetly at Yang Lin.

"Good night." Yang Lin returned a smile.

The hands that were clasped together did not let go, but clenched each other harder. I don't care about how long it lasts, I only care about what I once had. At this moment, it seems that the two of them have an indescribable tacit understanding, and they refuse to let go, wanting to feel this warmth as much as possible.

Yang Lin looked at Jia Yuyao's bright eyes, pushed open the door with one hand, pulled Jia Yuyao into the room with the other, and closed the door with his backhand.

Before Jia Yuyao understood the situation, her slender waist had been tightly clamped by Yang Lin's arm, pulling her body down into her generous and warm arms. Before her exclamation could be seen in her throat, she was blocked by a fiery lip, and her taut delicate body instantly softened.

Jia Yuyao only felt that she was picked up by Yang Lin and put on the big bed, her fiery lips kissed him breathlessly, and then fell to her smooth forehead, pink ear beads, along the white slender neck, sliding onto her full chest. The placket of the nightgown had been opened, and the scorching breath roamed freely, until the sensitive tips of the bamboo shoots at the top of the peak were choked tightly, and the soul seemed to be sucked out, and then let out a feeble moan.

Yang Lin turned into a monster, moving his mouth and hands in unison, greedy enjoyment, and wanton teasing. The beauty under her body is already delicate and sour and short of breath. He parted a pair of snow-white slender **, and when he leaned over, the hideous unicorn had already touched the slippery petals. Looking at Jia Yuyao's pretty face soaked in red glow, and her beautiful eyes flickering in confusion, she took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Ahh

Yang Lin felt the obstacle, and immediately used gentle means to slowly dissipate the girl's pain, and a pleasant moan sounded in the room, and between the shallow chanting and low singing, a sweet and greasy taste gradually diffused in the air (to be continued. )