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The air conditioner was running quietly in sleep mode at 27 degrees, and most of the sunlight was blocked by the curtains. One person in the room was breathing calmly, while the other was breathing more and more rapidly.

Bang!

Zhiyuan on the bed hugged his bare and cold arms with a dazed expression on his face, while Anmin on the ground wrapped up the quilt tightly, and after figuring out the surrounding environment, he shouted: "Why are you crazy?"

Zhiyuan rubbed his white thighs: "It's so cold! No wonder I dreamed of running in the snow. What are you... doing on the ground?"

An Min covered the quilt and climbed onto the bed: "Nonsense! Didn't you kick me off?" He climbed up and lay down on the edge of the bed, then tore a corner of the quilt from under himself, and threw it on the person who caused the accident.

The perpetrator pulled the quilt to cover his stomach, touched the only remaining underwear on his body, and carefully probed: "Well, what happened last night..." Why am I at your house, why am I naked, and how can I sleep with you? Zhang bed, why don't you cover me with a quilt... The questioning army only managed to ask one question, and the rest were all stuck in their heads.

"Damn! Don't remember anything?" An Min's anger that had been extinguished in the middle of the night was instantly ignited by a question, "Don't pretend to have amnesia!"

Zhiyuan was cold all over at first, but after hearing his words, his back seemed to be covered with frost, and he forced his brain to recall the events of last night: eating with colleagues, drinking a little too much, helping Xu Yifei to vomit, and then, he couldn’t remember anything up.

"I should have been drinking some pieces." He looked at An Min with sincerity and innocence.

"Okay, what's the point of competing with the Fragments? I was tortured so badly by you!" An Min said as he turned over and turned his back to Zhi Yuan, looking aggrieved.

Zhiyuan felt more and more uncertain, picked up the mobile phone next to the bed and slipped to the bathroom to make a call with Xu Yifei.

It turned out that I was so exaggeratedly drunk, how did Anmin get me back by himself?We have known each other for a long time, but he has never had such a bad attitude towards himself, "tossed him badly", how did he toss it?Zhiyuan glanced at the naked upper body in the mirror, and his face turned red, not only red, but also with a burning feeling, as if thousands of firecrackers were exploding in his mind, am I a beast...

Zhiyuan picked up a pillow from the head of the bed and put it under Anmin's head: "Why is your head down? Sleep on the pillow."

Anmin moved his head and leaned over, opened his eyes and stared at him for a long time: "You are completely different from last night, how can alcohol create a completely different person? Or is it that you are originally Like that, but usually suppressed and deeply hidden?"

The heat on Zhiyuan's face has not faded: "Then what... Although I don't remember what happened last night, but... I will be responsible."

This person in front of him is obviously a well-behaved brother again, and there is no trace of last night's workmanship left.Anmin didn't want to argue endlessly with the drunk kid, so he said, "Okay, make it up to me, right? You are responsible. Make two popsicles in the refrigerator, and help me buy a set of pancakes, the most luxurious set, North Gate That lady from Tianjin sold it."

So simple?Zhiyuan felt that he must have missed it: "No problem, what else?"

"Others? Nothing else." An Min didn't seem to be joking, "Oh yes! There are more!"

I know it's not that simple.

"Prepare four or five songs and sing them to me when you need them."

"...Okay." Zhiyuan emboldened, "That... Popsicle, what did I do?"

"Oh, what else can I do? Eat it! Eat popsicles and drink warm water! If you don't give it up, you will roll around on the bed, and after eating, you will chase me to the guest room to lie on the bed and ask me to sing, and if you don't sing, you will climb to the upper bunk! It's just me You can still listen to the songs that are not in tune, one after another, I am so tired that I fell asleep here..." An Min, who was determined not to care about it, said that the scene almost reappeared.

Zhiyuan: ... I think too much.

"Sorry, I'm going to buy pancakes first, my clothes..." He wanted to go out and get some fresh air, sober, calm, and refreshed.

Seeing his distressed appearance, Anmin was a little bit cute, and decided to turn this matter over again, riding on the quilt, and regained his brother's tone: "You vomited on your clothes, and you took them off with great difficulty last night. I was too tired and didn't wash them." , wear mine, pick whatever you like from the closet." After speaking, he turned over, without looking at him, and let him choose clothes in a stress-free environment.

Zhiyuan pushed open the first wardrobe door, the upper compartment was full of white shirts, and the lower compartment was full of dark pants.The cabinet door was pushed to the other side, from blue and white checked to gray to black shirts, jeans, and khakis, he silently pulled the door back to its original position.Open the second wardrobe, there are suits, coats, and jackets on the upper layer, watch shakers, belts, ties, and various flashing or non-flashing accessories in the middle grid, and knitwear, sweaters, and scarves are stacked in the lower drawer.Looks like everything I can wear is in the last closet.Sure enough, Polo shirts, long and short-sleeved T-shirts, shorts, vests, socks, all down-to-earth items are here.

Zhiyuan was already stunned by the sophistication of the wardrobe owner, so he only picked the simplest white T and denim shorts.Before going out, shake in front of the mirror, as if.Standing back in front of the mirror and looking at it carefully, I smiled when I saw it, "Not as good-looking as him".

Zhiyuan went to the office to pick up his backpack, bought the top version of pancake fruit, and brought milk. When he got out of the elevator, he hesitated for three seconds and turned to 1602.

"The pancake fruit is back."

Anmin stretched slowly: "Thank you, I'll eat later."

Zhiyuan sat next to him, put his hands on his lap, and inserted the milk straw: "Do you want a drink?"

"Well," An Min came over lazily like a cat, supported his hand holding the milk, and sucked two mouthfuls.

Zhiyuan blushed again, the sky is bright and bright, what images are in your mind!

"Cough, who did you go to City X with?" Ashamed and embarrassed, he could only forcefully talk about other topics.

An Min lay back in his original position, turned over and got down on the ground: "Chris, we're going to meet the screenwriter, Jin Lan, do you understand?"

Mr. Lin's study room has many books by Jinlan writers, Zhiyuan nodded: "Well, Lin is always her loyal reader."

An Min lowered his head and said in a low voice, "That's great. There should be a lot less obstacles in their communication. We took a lot of effort to invite her. It took us several days. We only came back last night. Catch up with you. Drink less in the future, ah, being drunk is a trivial matter, isn’t it uncomfortable? How do you feel?”

What he said was indifferent and ordinary, but Zhiyuan felt a warm current in his heart, and nodded fiercely: "Well, it's not uncomfortable. I'll let you do my spare key, okay?"

The desire to create is like a tsunami. When it comes, it is overwhelming and unstoppable.After Jin Lan arrived in City B, she met with director Zhang Ming, and the two talked for a long time.Wang Yilin respectfully wanted to invite her to dinner, but she refused on the grounds of wasting time, and waited eagerly for Ling Yun to arrange for her to meet the prototype character.

Chris made an appointment to meet at the most expensive western restaurant in the World Trade Hotel. The environment is elegant and quiet. During afternoon tea time, only one table was occupied.Lin Li's personal admiration for Jin Lan made him let go of the burden. The screenwriter was hesitant to dig out many emotions that had been dusty for many years, but he was in a relaxed state.Although I don't know if she's pretending to be relaxed, at least in Jin Lan's view, she's too frank and has no reservations, and she has written many pages in her notebook.When the two had a similar conversation, Lin Li took out a collection of Jin Lan's early published novels and asked the author to sign it.Jin Lan, who had a lot of harvest, signed without saying a word, and even said that he could sign as much as Mr. Lin's family had left.

Chris sat in the air-conditioned hotel lobby and waited for Zhiyuan.Jin Lan meant to seize the time, collect materials early, and start work early, so Ling Yun asked the father and son to make an appointment on the same day.

Although we have never met, according to An Min's description of "tall, handsome, the most handsome in the crowd", when Zhiyuan passed through the revolving door, Chris locked him and quickly greeted him: "Hello! Is it Zhiyuan? I’m Chris from Lingyun.”

Zhiyuan was surprised that the other party recognized him quickly, and he couldn't help but speculate that An Min might have sent the photo, so when did he secretly take it?In a daze, Chris was put aside, and he quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm Zhiyuan, hello!"

Chris didn't seem to mind at all, he was still gentle and polite, he smiled and said it was okay, and he didn't take the traditional etiquette of shaking hands, and led Zhiyuan directly to the western restaurant.

Lin Li and Zhiyuan, who were about to leave, met face to face: "Here you come! Did you come by yourself? Mr. An didn't come?".

"I came here by myself, what do you mean?" Zhiyuan frowned.

Lin Li turned a blind eye to the oncoming aggression, patted his son on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's nothing interesting, just ask. After all, it's their company's business. You see, the boss didn't show up even though the boss didn't show up. Please be concerned."

Zhiyuan looked away and didn't speak.

Jin Lan heard the conversation between the father and son, turned to Chris and asked, "By the way, why didn't I see Xiao An today?"

Chris replied with a smile: "He has a personal matter to attend to today, and he said he will treat you to dinner when you are free."

Jin Lan also smiled: "That's good, I don't know why, but I feel that I have a special affinity with Xiao An. It would be great if I had a daughter."

Both Chris and Lin Li laughed approvingly, and the latter calmly scanned his son from the corner of his eye.Zhiyuan raised his hand and brushed his hair, which was blown by "Xiao An" before going out.

"Talk well. I'll go first. I'll go home for dinner when I have time." Mr. Lin reminded him fatherly, and left without waiting for his son to respond.

Compared with his father, Zhiyuan is the ultimate in quietness and introversion, as if the door of his heart will not be opened for anyone.During the conversation, Jin Lan encountered unconscious resistance, which was expected.She understands what the missing things mean to Zhiyuan, so she doesn't intend to touch his most painful place.For some things, empathy is enough, and she is sure that she has caught what she needs.Even so, the two chatted for a long time, mostly about Zhiyuan's school life, his experience in the workplace, what he likes to eat, his usual hobbies and other trivial topics.Zhiyuan feels that such a chat experience is very relaxing and very rare, because the only female elder in the family is grandma, and she has never been able to talk to him objectively and calmly.

When we parted, it was already the beginning of the night, and Jin Lan’s heart was full of tenderness and maternal love: "I am very happy chatting with you today, please look forward to the movie! In fact, there are many things you don’t know. I can’t tell you now. I hope you can go there in person when the movie is released. look."

Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, and then responded respectfully: "Okay, thank you!"

"Have we finished talking? Wait on the basement floor of the shopping mall next door to the World Trade Center."

Zhiyuan smiled and clicked on the message, and replied: "Why?"

"You'll know when you come!"

The author has something to say:

Simple Xiao Zhiyuan!