Chapter 1822 Their World

"Yes."

"Then why hasn't anyone come to open the door for me even though I've been ringing the doorbell for so long?"

Shen Pianpian: ...

She silently looked at Mr. Cheng, who was pouring plum juice with his head down as if nothing had happened. After a moment, Cheng Zhiyuan looked up at her as if he had sensed something, and raised his eyebrows, probably to mean "what's the matter?"

...pretending really well

Shen Pianxian silently turned her head back and walked towards the door while talking to the phone,

"I was upstairs just now so I didn't hear it. I'll come down to open the door for you. Wait a minute."

Cheng Zhiyuan: ...

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Su Yu still looks like a teenager.

When he walked into the room wearing a simple white shirt, with neat black short hair and carrying something, Shen Pianpian always felt that this person was actually no different from when they first met.

Strangely enough, things that hadn't impressed her before now became clearer to her.

It was as if she remembered what Su Yu had said about their first meeting.

It was not at the candidate interview at Diying University, but on an ordinary and sunny afternoon at Wanxiang College.

Under a whole patch of lush green shade.

The young man was also wearing a white shirt. He suddenly appeared in her sight when she was unaware of it, leaving behind such a clear shadow.

Just like all her later impressions of him, no matter how things changed, no matter how strange and difficult his circumstances were, no matter how others saw him being demoted from a prince to a commoner, nothing seemed to change for him.

He is still that clean, freedom-loving and inexplicably rebellious boy.

He is a very good junior and a very outstanding and likable friend.

And this friend was now stretching out his arms in front of her, making a hugging gesture, with his usual smile.

She then smiled slightly, opened her arms and walked forward,

"Oh, I'm actually fine now—"

Before the words were finished and the hug was completed, someone suddenly walked through them.

The man, holding a glass, inserted himself into the small space between the two of them with an expressionless face. Then, holding the glass, he turned to Su Yu and gave him a smile that said, "I don't really want to smile at you and I hope you can get out of here." He greeted the guest in a cold voice.

"Would you like some sour plum juice?"

Shen Pianpian: ...

Shen Pianxian's hand froze there, and for a moment she had the helpless thought of hoping that she didn't know this person. But Su Yu naturally put down his arm the next second, took the glass of sour plum juice with a faint smile, and took a sip.

"Yes, thank you."

After saying that, he bypassed the obstacle Mr. Cheng and looked directly at Shen Pianpian and asked,

"How is your injury? Does it still hurt?"

"Didn't I just answer it? It doesn't hurt anymore~"

Seeing that Su Yu was willing to ignore what had just happened, Miss Shen was happy to pretend to have lost her memory. She smiled and took Su Yu to the living room, and asked excitedly as they walked,

"What delicious food did you bring me?"

Mr. Cheng, who was forgotten by the two, stood there for a long time with his hands hanging down and an expressionless face before turning back to the kitchen to continue preparing today's meal.

The two of them sat down in the living room and started chatting. The topic had shifted from Shen Pianxian's injury to the crew's life, what the director had said, their research on the script, their understanding of the characters, their discussions on the next plot line, and what interesting things had happened on the crew...

That is Shen Pianpian's world.

But these are worlds that he doesn't know and can't fit into.

At some point, the kitchen knife suddenly deviated. The man, whose hands never shook even when holding a gun, watched helplessly as the sharp blade cut his skin and blood gushed out.

The girl beside my ear was still talking to Su Yu.

Mr. Cheng looked down at the wound on his hand in the kitchen and suddenly smiled.