At about eight o'clock in the evening, Lee Ji-eun ended filming.

Ansheng carried the camera to capture the surroundings of the studio, and most of the staff here had a relaxed look on their faces at this time, because after the shooting, they had no work after that, and Ansheng guessed that they would go for a drink after work.

Li Zhien went into the locker room to change clothes, and the sound of packing up equipment around him was a little noisy. Ansheng pushed open the studio door and breathed in the fresh air.

The rain was still falling, from the previous pouring rain to the current drizzle, through the street lamp overhead, An Sheng saw the raindrops as thin as needles falling slowly; Looking up at the sky, there was some light in the sky, and the dark clouds appeared speckled in front of these lights.

The surroundings are quiet, there is no summer cicada call, and even the breeze is extra gentle.

"Do you think it goes well with ramen on a rainy day?"

Li Zhien didn't know when he was already standing behind An Sheng.

"Do you want to eat ramen?"

The two stood side by side, and Li Zhien stretched out his hand and a little raindrop fell into his hand: "I haven't eaten for a long time." ”

An Sheng thought for a while: "Your album has already been released, but you still have to control it in order to cooperate with the singing stage." ”

"But I don't want to control it."

People are willful, and Li Zhien is no exception.

"You have to have some excuse to eat."

Li Zhien withdrew his hands and attached his hands behind his back, and the heel of his right foot gently looked down at the surface of his feet, "Quick, you can help me think of an excuse, you should have a lot of excuses if you are a screenwriter." ”

An Sheng couldn't complain about her, and the screenwriter became an excuse to make excuses at any time.

A breeze blew, and the smell of rain was in the air, An Sheng looked at Xiao Yuan, who was carrying a bag behind him, and said, "Today is my second uncle's birthday, are you going to eat ramen?" ”

Li Zhien: "That's really too coincidental, should I bring any gifts?" ”

An Sheng: "My second uncle likes to eat cheese, and you can bring some cheese." ”

"Okay, that's it." After Li Zhien finished saying this, he turned around and said to Xiao Yuan: "The second uncle of An Photography has a birthday, please invite me to eat ramen, you go back with the driver first." ”

An Sheng held an umbrella and left with Li Zhien, Xiao Yuan was still carrying a bag, and looked at the back of the two leaving. The sentence in my mouth whether I could go or not was still unsaid in the end.

After walking out for a while, An Sheng said: "Wouldn't it be bad for you to do this, although Pei Youzheng didn't come with him today, he should know." ”

"What if you got it? Let's celebrate your second uncle's birthday. ”

An Sheng didn't expect her to be quite deep in the play, and it was difficult for her to say anything.

"And where do you want to eat?"

The location of the studio is close to the shopping street, and there are many small shops around it, and although it rains, it does not affect the movement of young people in the slightest.

Li Zhien thought for a while: "I can go anywhere, I just don't want to go home to eat." ”

An Sheng touched his chin, "There is a boxcar behind my school that sells snacks, do you want to give it a try?" ”

"Yes."

Ansheng took out his mobile phone and started to take a taxi, because it was raining at night, the car was not so good.

"I knew that I would leave the driver behind, and I called the car for a long time and no one took the order."

Li Zhien stood behind An Sheng, opened his backpack, took out the thermos cup from it, and said, "If you want to blame, blame your second uncle." ”

An Sheng smiled, thinking that it was him, the "second uncle", who was responsible for what he did anyway.

Li Zhien took a sip of the honey lemonade in the thermos cup, and said to An Sheng in front of him: "Don't put so many lemons next time, it's too sour, you can put a little more honey." ”

Maybe it started when he first made a fat loss meal for Li Zhien, and every day he would make Li Zhien a cup of tea, sometimes like today's honey grapefruit water, and sometimes he would squeeze a little fresh fruit juice for her.

"The sour spot is good."

An Sheng lowered his head and continued to take the car.

Li Zhien pursed his lips and closed the lid of the thermos flask, "I think it's better to be sweet." ”

"Ding-dong."

The sound of the mobile phone taking orders rang, which also means that there is already a car to take orders, and An Sheng put the mobile phone away.

"Sure enough, we can't get along, I think it's better to be sour, although I'm not jealous."

Black fans and idols feel incompatible just by hearing these two words, let alone the two working together; But Ansheng and Li Zhien were an accident.

"It really doesn't get along." Li Zhien didn't say much.

The time of waiting for the bus always passed very slowly, and the two stood on the side of the road with umbrellas, An Sheng felt that a long time had passed, but when he looked at it again, only two minutes had passed.

With nothing to do, An Sheng said: "By the way, I saw you reading the bird collection last time, but I didn't expect you to be interested in the poetry collection." ”

"No, that's Pei Youzheng's book, it just happened to fall on me last time, I flipped through it casually, I don't like to read those books."

An Sheng smacked his lips, and originally wanted to talk to her about literature, but she said this An Sheng took it and said: "Indeed, I sometimes don't like to read that kind of traditional literature, let me give you a suggestion, you might as well read that kind of love novel, although you can't learn anything, but it's still fragrant." ”

In an instant, Li Zhien looked at him with a strange look, "Do you often read those novels?" ”

"Of course not, it's just a few pages by chance, and it's still a bit interesting to pass the time in my spare time, and you know that I'm a screenwriter, so I have to read books to find inspiration." Ansheng explained.

"Speaking of scripts, did you write them?" Li Zhien asked him, after all, it had been almost two weeks since the last time he told himself to write a script.

"Not yet, but I'm ready to write."

At this time, a car stopped in front of the two of them, it was the car called by An Sheng, and after An Sheng confirmed it, he opened the back door.

He said to Li Zhien, "Come in." ”

Li Zhien sat in, An Sheng just wanted to close the car door and prepare to sit in the co-pilot, Li Zhien grabbed his arm.

"Sit back."

An Sheng looked at the driver, and then sat next to Li Zhien without saying anything, and the car started slowly.

Because Li Zhien was not wearing a mask, he lowered his head and tried his best to make the driver in front of him unable to see him.

"Why aren't you wearing a mask?" Ansheng asked her.

"I don't want to wear it."

Okay, Li Zhien was a little willful when I talked before, but I don't blame her, after all, no one wants to wear a mask to go out every day.

The car was driving on the road, the street lights were retreating little by little, the car was very quiet, An Sheng looked out the window, and Li Zhien looked at An Sheng.

Occasionally, the light of a few street lamps would shine on Ansheng's face, flickering on and off. His chin is as handsome as a knife, and his Adam's apple is extremely sexy.

Xu is Li Zhien has been staring at it for too long, An Sheng noticed it, and turned his head to look at Li Zhien.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

Li Zhien was a little weak-hearted, his eyes were withdrawn, and he was not looking at him.

Suddenly a sudden brake......