Xu Yan didn't understand: "What why?" ”

Zhao Muyang had something to say: "You don't seem to like anything, and you don't hate anything." ”

It's too Buddhist.

Except for the joy, anger and sorrow that she would show when she interpreted the characters in the play during filming, in private, Zhao Muyang almost didn't notice that she had any big emotional expression.

But it was obviously not like this when I first met her.

Although that scene is not very beautiful.

But at least, she was like a living person.

A person who can cry, who can be sad, who can vent his emotions.

Unlike now, even if you feel a stomachache during the menstrual period, you only frown slightly, stereotypical like a delicate porcelain doll.

Thinking about it carefully, the most direct care she showed seemed to be the only woman named Chen Aiqing.

Zhao Muyang curled his lips a little helplessly.

I didn't expect that one day, he would eat a woman's vinegar.

"Like? Dislike? Xu Yan's voice was a little erratic, "Are those important?" ”

It's good to be able to live, so what's the dislike and preference?

Zhao Muyang's eyebrows softened suddenly: "Why doesn't it matter, you are a person, not a doll, many times it is very uncomfortable to hold back and endure, if you can, you might as well try ......"

Xu Yan raised his eyes and looked at him: "What about you?" ”

Zhao Muyang was stunned: "Me? ”

Xu Yan nodded slightly: "What you are exposing is your true emotions?" ”

Zhao Muyang was silent.

Also, how many people like them, who are exposed to the camera all day long, can be real?

Even if you are uncomfortable and wronged, you can only force a smile, complain a little, or vent in private, once it is revealed, someone will soon interpret it maliciously, and then infinitely magnify and magnify again.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Muyang said: "I can't say all of them, but at least when facing you, yes." ”

"Face ......"

Xu Yangang wanted to ask what "when facing me" me, but before a syllable was uttered, Zhao Muyang turned around and went into the kitchen.

Soon, his voice came out from inside: "Xu Yan, where did you put the brown sugar ginger tea you said?" ”

Just as he was about to stand up, Xu Yan looked at the slippers.

The corners of her lips twitched, and after putting it on, she endured the pain and walked into the kitchen.

"In ......"

With a word, she stopped.

A picture comes to mind.

Just like now, the burly man stood in the kitchen with a cabinet in front of him.

"Wife, where did you put the mung beans for me yesterday? It's hot, I'll make mung bean soup for you and smoke. ”

Behind the man, is a slender woman.

"It's in the first cabinet on the top of the kitchen, where I put it, it's clear that you put it yourself after you bought it home yesterday."

The man was stunned, and then laughed: "Yes, yes, look at my brain." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and said to the little girl at the door of the kitchen: "Yanyan, will Dad cook you mung bean soup in a while?" ”

The little girl called "Yanyan" raised her eyebrows: "I want ice!" ”

The woman next to her raised her hand and touched her head: "It's not good for girls to drink so much ice, be careful that your good friend has a stomachache when he comes!" ”

"It hurts, it hurts, isn't it okay to drink it now?"

"You, you......"

The man interjected: "Oh, forget it, the child likes it, besides, it's too hot this day, once or twice, it's fine." ”