Zeng Xian has been writing for so long, and no one has ever told him these things. Qiao Sanli talked with him about either the children's affairs, or the parents of the Qiao family, who didn't even ask about the matter.

People just can't compare, and when they compare, everything will come out.

Since the first conversation with Chang Xingyu, Zeng Xian has always looked forward to the next time.

He realized that there was something wrong with this thought, but he just couldn't control it.

Especially at night, when Qiao Sanli slept soundly, but she was suffering.

"This is the world of film and television, why should I take it so seriously?"

Zeng Xian suddenly felt a little ridiculous, for so long, he seemed to ignore a fact.

This is an illusory world, a small piece of the many film and television worlds he has to experience. I didn't plan to stay here for long, so why should I deliberately restrain myself?

Maybe his thoughts are unbearable and ruin the three views, but so what? It's not true. As long as he makes sure to complete the task on time, he can leave when the time is up.

The people here are nice, but he doesn't want to stop there.

Suddenly, it was as if a new world had opened, and the road in front of me suddenly opened up, and my depressed mood suddenly became much more relaxed.

After that night, Zeng Xian had a goal. As soon as I have time, I took the manuscript to Qi's house, saying that I was going to find Uncle Ma, but in fact, I had another purpose.

It's a pity that Chang Xingyu is too busy with work, and sometimes he has to stay up late, so it's good that he can see him five times out of ten. Although the progress was a bit slow, with his charm skills and his own talent, he could feel that Chang Xingyu had made a difference to himself.

"Sister-in-law, how do you think the emotional line between the hero and heroine should be expanded, I always can't write this well, I don't know how to write it to meet the public's taste."

Zeng Xian is looking for topic guidance.

Chang Xingyu thought very seriously,

"I don't have much experience with this, it depends on what kind of character you want to set up for the heroine?"

Zeng Xian pretended to think,

"If it's like you, when you meet a talented and good-looking male protagonist, will you take the initiative to attack or wait for the other party to respond to you?"

Qi Weimin was not at home, so he dared to ask so blatantly, anyway, Wei Shufang didn't understand the meaning of this.

Chang Xingyu is a smart person, and with the eyes of Zeng Xian looking at her, he naturally understands what he means.

"I don't know."

Chang Xingyu evaded his question.

"Sister-in-law, it's up to you to deal with this place, I really don't understand a woman's mind, so you can help me think about it."

"You can find Sanli, why do you have to ask me?"

Chang Xingyu politely refused.

"Sanli wasn't interested in any of that, she hadn't even read my books. The plot here is the key, and if you don't handle it well, you can't write it later, I'll wait for your call. ”

The introduction has been thrown, and it depends on whether the other party is willing to ignite the fire.

The next few days were spent anxiously waiting.

thought that Chang Xingyu's reason had overcome his feelings, but he finally received a call from her on the tenth day of waiting.

"Hey!"

"Can we meet?"

Chang Xingyu sounded crying.

"Okay, see you at the park at eight o'clock in the evening!"

Hanging up the phone, Zeng Xian called Qiao Sanli back, using the excuse that there was a woman waiting to give birth at night, and he had to work overtime.

This is not a lie, there is a woman who is in labor right now, and it is also my job to stay and observe her in the evening, and there is a lot of free time to move around during this time.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zeng Xian arrived at the agreed place on time, but he didn't expect Chang Xingyu to be waiting there.

"How long have you been here?"

Zeng Xian bought her a cup of hot milk tea, it was early autumn, and the night was already very cold.

"It didn't take long."

Chang Xingyu was only wearing a plaid shirt, and she should be a little cold when she looked at her.

"Why don't you go and sit in the car?"

He just saw that Chang Xingyu was a little cold, and his coat was not suitable for being draped on others, so he had absolutely no other meaning.

Zeng Xian opened the back seat door, Chang Xingyu went in, thinking that Zeng Xian would sit in the front, but he didn't expect him to come in with him.

"Why are you sitting here?"

"Or else?"

"You, you'd better sit in the front!"

"How inconvenient that is!"

Well, he just said that it was inconvenient for the two to talk, and he had absolutely nothing else to say.

Chang Xingyu couldn't say anything about him, so he had to deliberately keep his distance from Zeng Xian.

The two were silent for a moment, and Zeng Xiancai took the initiative to speak,

"I heard you crying on the phone, did something happen?"

"It's nothing, it's just that Qiqi didn't do well in the exam this time, Qi Weimin said a few words to me."

"Qiqi didn't do well in the exam, why do you blame it?"

"It's also that I'm usually too busy and don't have time to teach him well, so it's right for the people to blame me."

said so, the tears on the face can't deceive people.

Zeng Xian leaned over to wipe her tears and hugged her.

Chang Xingyu pushed hard,

"Yiding, don't be like this, let me go!"

"Your crying makes me feel distressed, I won't let it go! Qiqi's affairs have nothing to do with you, it's that he doesn't like to read, and no matter how good the teacher is, it's useless to teach him. Why did Qi Weimin do this to you? ”

Chang Xingyu gradually gave up resistance, and simply lay on Zeng Xian's shoulder and cried.

"Why does he blame me every time there is a problem in Qiqiyi? Blame me for my bad grades, and blame me for my withdrawn personality. What am I doing wrong? Qiqi is not a child of his Qi family, and his own brothers and sisters have never cared about him, so why should I be responsible for him? Who do I tell me about my grievances? ”

Zeng Xian hugged her tightly and let her cry a handful of snot and tears on his shoulder.

"Cry, cry and you'll be fine!"

Chang Xingyu cried louder and louder, cried more and more, and leaned his head on Zeng Xian's chest the more he cried.

I don't know how long I cried, Xu was tired of crying, and Chang Xingyu finally stopped talking.

"I'm sorry to get your clothes dirty."

Chang Xingyu broke free from Zeng Xian's arms and wiped all kinds of liquids he had left on Zeng Xian's clothes with a tissue.

"It's okay if you don't wipe it!"

Zeng Xian held Chang Xingyu's hand holding the tissue with one hand, clasped the back of Chang Xingyu's head with the other hand, and kissed her directly on the lips.

Chang Xingyu was startled, and immediately pushed him away, and his backhand was a slap.

Zeng Xian received a slap, but he didn't care, and kissed him again.

Chang Xingyu broke away again, but he didn't succeed, and after several failed attempts to break free, he slowly gave up resistance, and then turned to pandering, and then the two of them were in dire straits······

What husbands, what pregnant wives, what morals, all burned with fire at this moment.

On early autumn nights, the pedestrians in the park are mostly ambiguous, in love, or newly married. I found that something was wrong with a car in the dark night, and I made a very interesting detour.