"Forget it, you just don't know how to appreciate what you have. You want this and that. I don't know how many people envy your life." Song Shengsheng handed him the juice in her hand: "I want to try yours."
…
Jiang Yiyu stayed in Nancheng bored for three days, and finally waited until Song Shengsheng finished the seminar.
In the evening, Song Shengsheng came back and watched him eat while enthusiastically telling him which academic masters he had met this time and what academic sharing they had made. Finally, he inevitably mentioned Shang Heyu again, and Jiang Yiyu immediately lost his appetite.
He put down his chopsticks and listened to Song Shengsheng excitedly talking about how great Shang Heyu was. She said that some of his academic ideas this time were even praised by industry leaders, and she admired him very much.
Song Shengsheng hadn't finished speaking when she saw Jiang Yiyu's expression change. She quickly took out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth: "Don't be jealous. I told you everything because I'm honest with him."
Jiang Yiyu leaned against the sofa, looked at the ceiling, and said exaggeratedly: "Alas, you are all gentlemen, only I am a villain, and I am the one who is measuring your belly."
"Is it not over yet?" Song Shengsheng casually picked up the bag of disposable chopsticks and threw it to him with a smile: "Is it not over yet?"
Jiang Yiyu feigned grievance, clutching his chest. He groaned and fell to the side, his tone even more exaggerated: "Ah... you hit me! You actually hit me for another man, Song Shengsheng, you scumbag, you really don't cherish what you have. It's pitiful that I gave up my career and everything in my prime years just for your sincerity, but in the end, I was treated so miserably. It's really sad and lamentable!"
"You're still acting!"
"Oh! My heart aches! Hurry up and bring me my heart pills."
Song Shengsheng was amused by him: "How childish! With your acting skills, how did you become the best actor?"
Jiang Yiyu raised a hand and slapped it on the coffee table: "You can question my sincerity, but you can't question my acting skills and honor! This is my pride!"
Song Shengsheng suppressed a laugh: "That's almost it, let's eat quickly, aren't you going out to play later?"
"go!"
Jiang Yiyu sat up and looked at her aggrievedly: "As the old saying goes, you can't be a canary no matter what you do. Living entirely on the love of others is too humble."
"Can't you even shut up while eating? If you keep talking, I'll have a fight! Anyway, I haven't practiced boxing in a long time. It's your choice, fight or go out and play."
Jiang Yiyu sighed again and silently picked up his chopsticks. "I've discovered that whenever you're unhappy, you'll just consider violence. If you can solve a problem with your hands, you're not willing to talk at all. I think if you weren't concerned about Jiang Yuan's age, you would have beaten him eight hundred times for me by now."
"I won't do that. If I beat him up and he comes back to blame me, my parents will be so embarrassed."
"That's right. You might not know this, but those girls who had a fight with you in the winter came out and started spreading rumors, saying I married a violent dominatrix. Some unscrupulous marketing accounts spread all sorts of nonsense. Wen Jing and I dealt with a lot of these posts, but some people still believed them. I had a rather explicit role in that movie that came out not long ago, and then I saw someone online saying they hoped I would go home and confess my mistakes, not to make you angry, and try to get leniency and spend fewer days in the hospital."
"That's not funny at all. How can I have this kind of reputation? Are there many comments like this? I'm going to block and report them!"
"So, what you care about is just my reputation, not the standards of my filming?"
Song Shengsheng frowned. "You forgot, I saw that movie too. There's nothing much to say about it. You're an actor. Once you're in the role, you're the character. The character isn't you. I have nothing to be jealous of. It's only when you're out of the role that you're truly you. As long as you're completely mine outside of the role, that's enough."
"that's all?"
"Yes, since I like you, I have to respect and accept your profession, just like you respect me and my future. That's why you didn't complain about not being able to accompany you during the three boring days you spent in the hotel, right?"
Jiang Yiyu raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction. "If someone who only knows how to pray to gods and Buddhas to pursue his wife heard this, I wonder how envious he would be. But, do you think that temple that Jin Beisheng went to, was there any use in praying there?"
"What do you want?"
"I... don't know what to ask for. Donating some incense and lighting a lamp for my mother would be nice. If you have nothing to do tomorrow, let's go and pray."
"Sure, I have no objection."
…
The next morning, the two took a car to Qingquan Temple, the most popular temple in the south city. They walked into the temple step by step. After donating incense, worshiping the gods and Buddhas, and setting a date for lighting the lamps with the monks, the two followed the tourists and strolled around the temple. They also had a vegetarian meal at noon.
It was not until dusk that they slowly descended the mountain.
When they reached the foot of the mountain and were waiting for the bus, Jiang Yiyu was recognized by several tourists, so his mask was naturally transferred to Song Shengsheng's face. Song Shengsheng served as a tool throughout the whole process, helping him take photos with fans. However, what made her happiest was that even though her face could not be seen, she was still praised for her beauty and temperament.
After returning to the hotel and washing up at night, Jiang Yiyu reluctantly got on the bed, held her in his arms, and took the book from her hand: "Dear, do you miss me?"
Song Shengsheng didn't understand what he meant for a moment: "Aren't you lying next to me? Why should I miss you?"
Jiang Yiyu leaned towards her again, blinked, and tried his best to hint to her. Song Shengsheng suddenly understood and blushed: "You are almost there. There is nothing here."
Jiang Yiyu turned over, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out the small box inside, and smiled slyly: "I have prepared it a long time ago."
Song Shengsheng was helpless. She sighed and held his face with a smile: "Did you say you had planned this for a long time? Or did you plan this for a long time?"
Jiang Yiyu turned his face and kissed her palm: "Do you agree? Or do you agree?"
"What do you think?"
"I agree." He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then gently placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, and finally kissed her lips lovingly, as well as the butterfly in her heart...
Then, we went to happiness together again and again...
On the last day of the holiday, Song Shengsheng and Jiang Yiyu boarded a plane back to Beijing. As soon as they landed, Jiang Yiyu received a call from Wen Jing. With a bitter face, he handed the phone to Song Shengsheng and whispered, "Just say I'm going to the bathroom and call her back later."
"Why do you feel so guilty?"
"What else could it be? I told her before that I would only go to South City to stay with you for a day or two and then come back. But I stayed a little longer this time and I haven't been in touch with her. She must be angry, and I don't want to listen to her nagging."
"I would scold you too if I were you."
"Come on, I'm just here to keep you company, okay? How dare you say you're unhappy."
"It's okay."
Jiang Yiyu shook his head: "You scumbag, you don't recognize me once you put on your pants."
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