Presumptuous [entertainment Circle]

W city is 1,200 kilometers away from the capital, and the flight time is about two and a half hours. Tang Ruoyao took off on time at eleven o'clock, had lunch on the plane, and arrived in W City at 1:30 in the afternoon. He walked in a low-key VIP channel and joined the crew sent by the crew.

The crew arranged very thoughtfully, knowing that most of the meals on the plane are not very accessible, so they ordered a restaurant to entertain her specially.

Tang Ruoyao's appetite is weak, and as a female artist, she has strict requirements on her figure. In addition, she also wanted to go back to the hotel as soon as possible. She could call or watch Qin Yinong, so she declined.

The producer who accompanied her in life was a girl who looked very sweet and had two dimples when she laughed. Hearing her refusal, the pleasing life producer put his hands together, and said pitifully to Tang Ruoyao: "Teacher Tang, please agree. The restaurants are all set and the budget has been reported. If you don't go, I will not I'll explain it to the top."

Tang Ruoyao hesitated again and again, but still agreed.

She thought: After eating this meal, I just stopped going out in the evening. It's tomorrow to go to the crew.

The life producer was sitting in the co-pilot. Tang Ruoyao took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent a text message to Qin Yinong to report: [I'm going to have lunch]

After typing a line into the dialog box, Tang Ruoyao thought for a while, and changed the mood word at the end from "了" to "La", ah, it looks a little more lively.

Qin Yinong replied to her in seconds: [It's okay, I'm in a meeting]

Tang Ruoyao's lips hooked slightly: [Then tell me when you are finished]

Qin Yinong: [Good]

Tang Ruoyao: [I'll talk to you later]

Qin Yinong: [Hmm]

There were others in the car, and Tang Ruoyao put away his mobile phone.

Qin Yinong put down his phone and stared at the document in front of him for a while.

For a moment, she woke up from a trance, signed a name at the end of the file that had been read, put it aside together, and continued to stare at the phone in a daze.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Ruoyao arrived at the hotel arranged for her by the crew to stay. The funding of the crew is different, and the living conditions are not as good as those of the first two films she made, which can only be regarded as ordinary.

Most of the scenic spots are in W city, which means that Tang Ruoyao will live here for a long time.

Tang Ruoyao took out his mobile phone and glanced at it. Qin Yinong hadn't responded to her message yet, it might be that the meeting hadn't ended. She settled her mind, and first packed her luggage with Xin Qian, changed the sheets, put on a new quilt cover and pillowcase, and turned on the small humidifier.

Sending away Xin Qian, Tang Ruoyao sat on the single sofa in front of the window, and the sky outside the window began to dim.

Tang Ruoyao: [I'm finished, haven't the meeting finished yet? 】

One minute later, Qin Yinong replied to her: [Just came out of the meeting room]

Tang Ruoyao: [Wow, are we inspiring? 】

Qin Yinong returned her with a smile.

Tang Ruoyao: [Is it convenient to call? 】

Qin Yinong: [Not very convenient, right at night]

Tang Ruoyao was slightly lost: [Okay [Cry]]

Qin Yinong: [Touch and Touch]

Tang Ruoyao: [What are you doing? 】

Qin Yinong: [Ready to leave work]

Tang Ruoyao: [I will read the script for a while, you can tell me when you are free at night]

Qin Yinong: [Hmm]

Tang Ruoyao took out the script from his bag and spread it on his knees, while the phone was locked and placed aside. Just after reading a few lines on the first page of the script, Tang Ruoyao took the phone again and flipped through the chat history with Qin Yinong from start to finish, frowning slightly.

She sent a message to Guan Han: [Has Ms. Qin got off work? 】

Guan Han who received the message: "???"

Just ask Qin Yinong directly? What is she doing?

As a keen assistant, she noticed that the matter was unusual and reported it directly.

Qin Yinong stayed silent for a long time, and said, "Just say I just got off work." After a pause, she added, "What she will tell you in the future, you will read it to me before replying."

Guan Han: "Yes."

Both sides got unanimous replies, Tang Ruoyao temporarily suppressed the vague anxiety, and focused on reading the script.

Xiao Hong is a representative figure of women in the new era. The script mainly tells her splendid life of unyielding creative flowers amidst the poverty and poverty of several wanderings. Brilliant refers to literary. From the perspective of outsiders decades later, her suffering is nothing more than the narration in the memoirs of her friends, the cold words written on paper, which cannot be empathized with.

But Tang Ruoyao is different. She is the person who is going to interpret Xiao Hong. She cannot stand in the perspective of God. She is a person who has lived a real life. A woman like a flower suffered heavy blows from her destiny one after another at a beautiful age. She slowly lost hope of happiness in life. At the age of 31, she died of illness in Hong Kong and was buried in Hong Kong with regret. Repulse Bay. She once held her big belly and cried bitterly in the dark and damp attic in the dead of night. She also fought hard when love came. She used to live hard, so nostalgia for the world, and finally everything went out.

People die like a lamp, and the evaluation of future generations is only for future generations. For Xiao Hong or Tang Ruoyao, she would not consider it. She plunged into the torrent of history and tried her best to live only this short 31-year life.

Tang Ruoyao has read the script many times, immersed in it every time. Each re-reading is not a mechanical memory for her lines, but to let her soul go to the 1930s, following a person named Xiao Hong, reading the books she has read, walking the path she has traveled, and feeling the characters. What I feel, what the mourning person is mourning, and then write the flashing words with a pen, such as "Outcast", "Life and Death Field", "Hulan River Biography".

When the phone rang, Tang Ruoyao was in the summer of 1932. The rain was continuous and the water surface soared. She was full of floods and people fleeing in a hurry. She had a big belly, waiting anxiously and desperately for Xiao Jun's arrival. .

Tang Ruoyao was in a daze for a while, pulled away from the world of the script, and gently wiped the corner of his eye with a tissue.

When the video was connected, Ning Ning's face appeared on the screen first, calling her cheerfully:

"Mummy! I miss you so much!"

Tang Ruoyao smiled at her and said, "I miss you too."

She looked at every corner of the camera, but did not find Qin Yinong's figure, and actively asked, "Where's mother?"

Ningning turned the camera, Qin Yinong crouched in front of the TV cabinet, as if rummaging for something.

Tang Ruoyao dropped the big stone in his mind, and finished talking with Ning Ning first, Qin Yinong took the phone upstairs, closed the study door, and talked to her.

"Are you still used to it?" Qin Yinong asked.

W City is located in the middle of China. Winter is humid and cold and there is no heating. Spring has not yet begun. You can imagine what it will be like.

Tang Ruoyao learned her mantra and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I didn't go out today."

"Are you going to the crew tomorrow?"

"right."

"How are the conditions on the crew side?"

"I only found out when I went to see it tomorrow."

"..."

Qin Yinong is not good at greetings, Tang Ruoyao is actually not good at it, but in order not to be cold, she took the initiative to pick up the topic: "Is it tired at the company today? I will listen to you and Guan Han in the morning."

"It's all done."

Tang Ruoyao hummed, there was no more text.

The time when the two of them communicated most frequently by means of communication was the period after the completion of "True Colors" and before the two were together. Even if there was nothing to say at that time, listening to each other's breathing on the phone and looking at each other's faces in the video, I felt that it was great happiness.

But after being together, it was different. You really felt that person's body temperature, tasted the softness and warmth of her lips, and hugged each other to sleep every night. How can the intimacy be replaced by words and images? On the contrary, the more so, the more eager for true warmth.

Therefore, after they formally confirmed their relationship, even if Tang Ruoyao occasionally announced to go out, the two of them rarely made videos. At most, Tang Ruoyao would take a small video to share with her. They would occasionally call, but would never talk on the phone. One is because there are not so many words to talk about, and the other is because they feel so far apart. They would rather face each other, holding them all afternoon without talking, and don't want to talk about lovesickness on the phone through the thousands of mountains and rivers.

They are the same kind of people, so when facing the difference and seeing each other so far away, they felt the same at a loss.

Qin Yinong found a tablet support, set it up, and placed it on the desk in the study.

Tang Ruoyao did what he learned, and fixed the tablet, aiming at the area where he was moving.

After that, each did its own thing.

Qin Yinong practices calligraphy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tang Ruoyao delves into scripts.

On the surface, Qin Yinong was okay, with a focused expression, holding a pen and writing on the paper stroke by stroke against the copybook. Tang Ruoyao was a little absent-minded. She couldn't concentrate, partly because she wanted to see what Qin Yinong was doing from time to time, and partly because she was afraid that she would be too immersed in the script and cry later, so that Qin Yinong would see it.

When he raised his head once, Tang Ruoyao saw Qin Yinong's knuckles holding the pen so hard that they turned white, and his always gentle brows were dark, vaguely hostile. She blinked, and when she looked over, the haze on her face was gone.

Is it her illusion?

It took longer than usual to finish practicing a word. If Qin Yinong picked up the piece of paper, Tang Ruoyao would find that the woman was writing extremely heavy, the ink not only penetrated to the back, but also the tip of the pen had scratched the paper.

Qin Yinong put down the pen, clapped briskly, raised his head, and said with a smile on the screen, "Today's task is complete."

Tang Ruoyao praised her: "Awesome."

Qin Yinong pursed his lips, the loss in his eyes flashed.

In the past, Tang Ruoyao would take the initiative to give her a hug at this time and give her a rewarding kiss. After that, there was a half chance that she would wipe out her gun and become angry.

She looked at Tang Ruoyao from the screen without speaking, but the temperature in her eyes became eager.

Tang Ruoyao swallowed quietly, obviously thinking of the same thing with her.

"Baby." Tang Ruoyao's voice lowered, a little hoarse.

"Huh?" Qin Yinong glanced at her lazily.

Tang Ruoyao slid his throat and licked his lips: "I think..."

Qin Yinong said ruthlessly: "No, you don't want to."

Tang Ruoyao laughed and said, "Then I will go back and think about it, okay?"

Qin Yinong: "Okay." The tone was similar to Tang Ruoyao, with the same smile.

"In another month, no, I'll be back in twenty-nine days." Tang Ruoyao pretended to be brisk and coaxed her softly.

"I'm waiting for you."

The woman bowed her head and put away the pen and paper on the desk, her lips curled away with a smile, her eyes drooping, and her eyes cold.

She thought: Do you know that I can't live without you? Why can't you come back now? Why do you have to leave me? Obviously you miss me too, don't you?

Tang Ruoyao glanced at the time displayed on the phone. It was already ten o'clock in the evening.

"Should the baby take a bath and sleep?" The young woman's unique cool and gentle voice came from the Ipad speaker.

Qin Yinong raised his eyelids, the corners of his lips curled up, and said, "Yes."

"Is the video still running?"

"Close it first." Qin Yinong didn't want to endure the torture that was visible and intangible. She would rather not hear her voice or see her face, and wait quietly.

One month, thirty days, seven hundred and twenty hours, two hundred and fifty-nine thousand seconds.

It's over after a while.

"But... I want to see you more." Tang Ruoyao is obviously not the same as her. If you can’t touch it, it’s good to take a second look.

"Then it's okay." Qin Yinong's smile added a hint of reluctance. Her heart was full of negative emotions, and she still chose to follow Tang Ruoyao's wishes.

Qin Yinong took the tablet back to the bedroom, placed it on the bedside table, and changed it to face the bathroom. Tang Ruoyao watched her stand in front of the opened closet. After a slender and graceful figure, she stood up for a while. Quickly took the pajamas and hugged them in his arms.

"Guess who of us will finish washing first."

"Me." Qin Yinong didn't hesitate.

"why?"

Qin Yinong's lips twitched slightly, and slowed down his speech, saying meaningfully, "Because you wash carefully every time you take a bath, especially..."

Her words suddenly became ambiguous, and Tang Ruoyao understood her implication and rushed into the bathroom flushed.

Qin Yinong stood there and laughed for a while. After laughing, she felt dull again. She sighed softly, looked at the empty room opposite, and stepped into the bathroom.

Tang Ruoyao is going to the crew tomorrow to see the main creators, so it's not easy to be late, so he took a bath and talked a few words before going to bed.

Tang Ruoyao: [Good night, if you have a nightmare at night, please call me, no matter how late]

They switched back to typing.

【Good night】

Qin Yinong returned to her.

Tang Ruoyao checked the alarm clock, turned off the light, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth, and happily closed his eyes and fell asleep with the expectation of Qin Yinong's dream.

Qin Yinong clicked into Tang Ruoyao’s super words, browsed the essence of posts, read the fans’ confession to her, opened an app, watched Tang Ruoyao’s film and television clips, then put down the phone, and struggled. Brewing sleepiness.

In the past, Tang Ruoyao temporarily left for one day, and went to the field to inform her that it was the same, saying good night early, and then she faced the silent late night alone, and it took a long time to fall asleep.

But today is more difficult than ever. It seems that the brain is soberly aware that she will not come back tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. Those emotions that were temporarily suppressed by Tang Ruoyao's ubiquitous warm love got a respite and made a comeback.

Qin Yinong didn't know how many times he turned over, and opened his eyes to look at the digital clock on the bedside table.

Three o'clock in the morning.

She sat up, pulled her slippers downstairs, and walked to the wine cabinet in the restaurant on the first floor.

Since the last time she was hospitalized, she rarely drank alcohol, and the only few times she attended evening parties in the circle, she touched her lower lip lightly. Go out and talk to customers about cooperation. Try to make an appointment in a teahouse.

Tang Ruoyao was very strict with her body, and Qin Yinong didn't want her to worry. Together they will live a hundred years old and grow old together.

Qin Yinong opened the wine cabinet and held the cold bottle with his bare hands.

The moonlight was shining in front of the window, shining on people as cold as water.

Qin Yinong's eyes flashed struggling, fingers pointed out, and took a bottle of whiskey and a glass to go upstairs.

There was originally a small bar in her room, which was useless after drinking. Now it comes in handy. The amber liquor slowly poured into the glass, and the slightly shaking liquor reflected in Qin Yinong's pupils.

As the wine entered his throat, Qin Yinong put down the glass and lay back on the bed.

She finally fell asleep.

She slept very heavily, and she was awakened by a rapid knock on the door early in the morning.

咚咚咚——

咚咚咚——

Accompanied by a loud voice: "Mom! Mom! Are you awake?"

Qin Yinong rubbed her sore temples, Xu Shi drank alcohol at night, top-heavy, and when she stood up, she shook it fiercely. After she stabilized her figure, she dragged her heavy steps to open the door, her voice hoarse. :"What's wrong?"

Qin Jianing said: "Mom, Mommy is back!"

Qin Yinong reacted, short of breath: "Where is she?"

Qin Jianing pointed backwards, and replied gruffly: "It's downstairs, sitting in the living room."

Qin Yinong didn't think about why Tang Ruoyao didn't go upstairs directly. Instead, he asked Ning Ning to call her. She immediately rushed downstairs, and stepped on the last step of the stairs. She staggered forward and fell forward with her arms. Holding her in time, she fell into a warm and familiar embrace.

It seemed that the floating soul had found a place to rely on. In this embrace, she had an urge to weep spontaneously.

"Why are you..." The woman lowered her head and restrained her excitement for a while, raised her eyes, her eyes were slightly red, and said, "Why are you back suddenly?"

Tang Ruoyao looked at her with the usual gentleness between his eyebrows and eyes.

"I'm afraid you miss me too much, so you came back." Her voice was soft, with a smile.

"Who missed you?" Qin Yinong was overjoyed in his heart, but said awkwardly.

"I miss you." Tang Ruoyao changed his mouth with a smile.

Qin Yinong snuggled into her arms, holding her waist firmly with both hands.

In this posture, Tang Ruoyao led her into the sofa with half a hand and half a hug.

After hugging quietly for a while, Qin Yinong remembered and asked: "You come back suddenly, is it okay with the crew?"

Tang Ruoyao paused for a few seconds and said, "I won't make this movie."

Qin Yinong frowned: "Why?"

Tang Ruoyao tightened her arms around the woman, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to be separated from you."

Qin Yinong opened his mouth: "But..."

Tang Ruoyao interrupted her: "Do you want me to leave you for a few months to film?"

Qin Yinong thought it was weird, but couldn't tell where it was.

Qin Yinong: "I..."

Tang Ruoyao continued: "Is it important to film, or is it important that we are together?" There was a trace of sadness in her eyes, and said, "Do you not like me?"

Qin Yinong said hurriedly: "I didn't mean that, I also..." She said that, "I don't want to be separated from you."

Tang Ruoyao held her hand, his eyes were gentle and said: "Then we will be together forever."

Qin Yinong shook her back, his eyes firm: "I won't be separated all day."

She rubbed Tang Ruoyao into her arms.

Indulge absurdly on the sofa.

Feeling hot, Qin Yinong whispered her name in her ear, Tang Ruoyao responded honestly to her, but the voice seemed to be very far away, coming from another time and space.

The eyeballs under the woman's eyelids turned rapidly, and Qin Yinong opened his eyes abruptly.

"distant!"

She sat up, looked around, her pupils shrank suddenly.

It's a dream.

Is it a dream? She noticed the strange environment around her, wall clocks, TV sets, coffee tables, dining rooms. This was the living room on the first floor. Didn't she sleep in the room last night?

At this moment, a slender and beautiful figure appeared in the kitchen.

Tang Ruoyao poured two glasses of water and put it on the coffee table.

Qin Yinong looked startled.

She looked at Tang Ruoyao, unable to distinguish reality from dreams.

Tang Ruoyao had powder on her cheeks, a touch of charming after joy, angrily said: "It's still broad daylight, you...Fortunately, your mother and Ning Ning are not at home."

Qin Yi became confused.

"Didn't Ningning go and wake me up in the morning?"

Tang Ruoyao laughed: "That was in the morning. It's now afternoon. You fell asleep after you did it. Did you forget?"

Qin Yinong looked at the setting sun from the horizon, hesitated: "...Is it?"

"Yes." Tang Ruoyao plunged into her arms, bit the woman's chin, and said, "You don't believe me?"

Qin Yinong rubbed her head and smiled: "How come?"

She confirmed to Tang Ruoyao what she had heard in the morning: "Are you really not making that movie?"

Tang Ruoyao nodded.

Qin Yinong indulged: "Then don't shoot, I'll pay the penalty for you."

Tang Ruoyao shook his head: "I will pay by myself. I have some savings and can afford it."

Qin Yinong didn't insist, and said, "Well then."

Tang Ruoyao's attitude made Qin Yinong more subconsciously believe in this truth.

Tang Ruoyao shook her hand and said, "We have all been downstairs for a day. I want to go back to the room."

Qin Yinong agreed. She got up and took Tang Ruoyao's hand upstairs. When she walked to the bedroom door, her expression changed slightly and said, "Wait for me outside first."

There was still the wine opened last night in her room. If Tang Ruoyao found out, she would have to be angry and distressed.

Tang Ruoyao: "What?"

Qin Yinong stepped in and quickly closed the door.

The wine was at the bar, and Qin Yinong went straight to the bar, but did not see the opened bottle of whiskey.

The bar is empty.

Qin Yinong was confused again.

Where's her wine? Was it received by Tang Ruoyao in advance?

Tang Ruoyao knocked on the door outside: "Qin Yinong?"

Qin Yinong searched all the places he could see, including the wardrobe, and the bottle of wine including the glass disappeared.

Qin Yinong opened the door.

Tang Ruoyao walked in and saw her pale, and asked worriedly: "What's the matter with you?"

Qin Yinong raised his hand to cover the back of her hand touching her cheek, and said with dry lips: "It's okay." She asked, "Have you ever entered my room?"

Tang Ruoyao said, "No, I haven't been upstairs since I came back."

Qin Yinong's palms began to sweat.

"When did my mother go out?"

"Morning."

"Did you see anyone entering my room?" Qin Yinong glanced at the bar behind him again, the bottle of wine appeared again, his pupils trembling slightly.

She stood in front of Tang Ruoyao, blocking her sight.

Tang Ruoyao felt nothing, shook his head and said, "No."

Qin Yinong held her shoulders with both hands, turned her back to the bar, and led her to the edge of the bed step by step, staring at the bottle of wine. At this moment, something stranger happened, and the bottle of wine disappeared under her gaze again.

Qin Yinong was sweating behind his back.

Her face was pale, Tang Ruoyao could no longer listen to her "it's okay" and looked in the direction of her sight.

Qin Yinong forgot to breathe.

What will she see?

It seemed like a second, and it seemed like a lifetime.

Tang Ruoyao turned his head back, wondering: "There is nothing, what are you looking at?"

Qin Yinong breathed a sigh of relief for a while, and smiled reluctantly: "It's nothing, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Then you have a good rest." Tang Ruoyao helped her lie down, Qin Yinong took her hand and said eagerly: "Aren't you with me?"

"Of course I will accompany you." Tang Ruoyao lay down side by side beside her, Qin Yinong turned sideways, hugged her tightly, and greedily sniffed the fragrance that belonged to the other party.

"Did you have insomnia last night?" Tang Ruoyao asked insight.

Qin Yi's thick lips pressed slightly and nodded.

"It won't be anymore." Tang Ruoyao gently patted her back, her voice was gentle and beautiful like a sea monster in the deep sea, a bewitching spell, "I will always...be with you."

Qin Yinong gradually fell asleep in a familiar embrace.

I don't know how long she slept, she woke up, closed her eyes, and hummed twice like an immature cub, instinctively looking for the body temperature she relied on.

"Wow," a sound of metal collision evoked Qin Yinong's mind.

Qin Yinong opened her eyes, Tang Ruoyao's limbs were all tied with cold iron chains, and her long hair that was always pliable was messy at this time, covering half of her face. She stared sullenly with one of her exposed eyes. Holding her.

"Yaoyao." Qin Yinong's heart shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly unblocked the chains that held her, furiously saying, "Who tied you up?!"

Tang Ruoyao's eyes were gloomy, and Jiejie laughed.

Qin Yidong's hair was horrified.

"It's you, have you forgotten?" She said softly, leaning forward, driving the chain behind her, and there was another "crash" sound, "I went to make a movie that year, and you tricked me back. And then never let me out again."

Qin Yinong shook his head: "I don't have one."

"You have." Tang Ruoyao's eyes flashed a faint self-deprecation, "You said you love me, but you shut me up in your room and declared that I had retired from the circle, not letting me act, not letting me go. I'm going to make money, not let me see my friends, and just be your disgrace."

She smiled, but her smile was full of irony, and said quietly: "Is this what you call love?"

Qin Yidong murmured: "No, it's not like this." She suddenly awakened, lifted the messy hair on Tang Ruoyao's face, and gently held the young woman's cheeks with her hands, touching her forehead almost incoherently. "You listen to me, I thought about it, but I would never do it, I won't hurt you, you believe me."

"Look at the picture in front of me, how do you make me believe you?!" Tang Ruoyao struggled to free her, suddenly raised her voice, so sharp that it almost pierced people's eardrums, "It's you, you ruined me-- "

Tang Ruoyao hated the sky, and shouted hoarse: "I hate you!"

...

Qin Yi's long eyelashes trembled violently, his fingertips sinking deeply into his flesh.

She opened her eyes suddenly and gasped for breath.

The bedroom was so quiet that only her violent heartbeat and turbulent breathing could be heard.

The wine at the bar is still there, and the glass is there.

Qin Yinong raised his hand and touched his cheek, feeling the coldness of his face.

She opened the curtains, and the sky was bright.

It turned out to be just a dream.

The author has something to say:

I hope you are not scared by the nightmare. Whether you are scared or not, Sister Qin is scared. ﹁_﹁ Everyone is leaving a message. If you leave a message tomorrow, I promise you!

ps: I don’t like people playing with mental illness/psychopathy. I think this is a very serious word, not a stalk that can be used as a joke. In addition, I think the mental state of each of my characters is set based on her own experience, and she has not forced her mental illness. Besides, Sister Qin is not mentally ill. It is just that the paranoia and sense of security caused by the experience in the first half of her life are extremely lacking, which will be good. ,above