Spring in Hangzhou comes gently and lingeringly.
The bleakness of winter was quietly washed away, and the weeping willows by the lake sprouted tender yellow buds, swaying gently in the cool evening breeze.
Taking a breath of air, it feels slightly cool but no longer bitingly cold.
The movie that Lin Feng had collaborated with the Li family on was also filmed in the cinema.
"Fengfeng, what kind of clothes should I wear?" Mengqing walked out of the bedroom.
Her hair was tied up, leaving only a few strands of hair, and her fair neck revealed a bit of maturity.
The eyes that were originally cold and narrow are now very tender.
"I think you are suitable for the one on the left." Lin Feng pretended to be thoughtful for a moment before speaking.
Meng Qing nodded with satisfaction and said, "I think so too."
Then she changed her clothes, picked up her bag, and went to the cinema with Lin Feng.
Lin Feng and Mu Mu were already waiting in the car for Meng Qing to come down.
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In the evening, Lin Feng and Meng Qing brought Mu Mu out of the cinema.
Lin Feng was thinking about it, and he didn't expect that Director Chen really had some skills, and the filming was almost the same as in his previous life.
Just now in the cinema, Meng Qing was quiet the whole time. Sometimes she clenched his hand because of the tense plot, and sometimes she was touched by a delicate shot and a glimmer appeared in her eyes.
When the lights came on after the show, she turned her head and gave him a silent smile of pride and appreciation.
"Let's go home." Lin Feng took Mu Mu from Meng Qing's arms.
The little guy immediately and skillfully climbed up his arm to his shoulder, found a comfortable position and lay down, with its tail hanging down and sweeping his back.
"Yeah." Meng Qing naturally took Lin Feng's arm, and the two walked side by side into the streets of Hangzhou lit by warm yellow street lights.
The early spring evening breeze brought just the right amount of coolness, brushing across my cheeks, refreshing and pleasant, blowing away the remaining stuffiness in the cinema.
"Fengfeng, let's go back." Mengqing suddenly said.
"Okay." Lin Feng nodded with a smile.
"What's good about that? You don't want the car anymore?" Meng Qing said with a smile.
"Come back and open it tomorrow. It won't be lost." Lin Feng joked.
"Parking fee?" Meng Qing asked.
"After all, your husband is worth over 100 million yuan, so that's not a big deal." Lin Feng waved his hand like a rich man.
This made Meng Qing laugh.
On both sides of the street, the new leaves of the sycamore trees glowed with a soft, green luster under the street lights.
There were not many pedestrians, and occasionally the crisp sound of bicycle bells could be heard passing by.
Lin Feng put Mu Mu down, not because he was tired, but because he wanted to hold his wife's hand.
The two held hands, walking neither fast nor slow, enjoying their time of walking alone.
"The ending just now..." Meng Qing suddenly spoke, her voice soft and carrying the lingering sound of the movie.
"Was your original script more... miserable? I remember the ending of your novel seemed... "
"Shh!"
Lin Feng immediately interrupted her and looked around vigilantly, although no one around was paying attention to them.
"No spoilers allowed! Be careful not to be heard by others coming out behind!" He deliberately put on a stern face, but there was a smile in his eyes.
Meng Qing burst out laughing and gently pinched his arm:
"Pretending! Who would listen to just the two of us and Mu Mu? Besides, I'm the screenwriter's wife and I have the right to know the inside story!"
"Not even the screenwriter's wife!"
Lin Feng shook his head seriously: "Art creation needs to maintain a sense of mystery, especially the ending! Besides,
He changed the subject, with a hint of sarcasm: "If I really filmed it according to the original script, someone would have used up a whole pack of tissues in the cinema just now, right?"
Meng Qing remembered that she had indeed quietly wiped away tears at a touching moment just now, her face slightly heated up, but she said:
"Humph, who used it all? I just wiped it twice! Besides, that's called touching! It shows that Lin Da is a very skilled screenwriter, and his writing is very moving! Unlike some people, when they watch a movie, they only stare at the heroine!"
"How could I? I was just examining the actors' performances with a professional eye to see if they strayed from the essence of my script! Besides."
He imitated Meng Qing's tone and drew out his words: "How can the heroine be as pretty as the one next to me?"
"You're so smooth-talking!" Meng Qing was amused by him and glared at him in reproach, but she tightened her hold on him.
The halo of the street lamp danced in her smiling eyes, like tiny stars falling into them.
Mu Mu walked in front and yawned lazily, revealing her pink little tongue.
"This is called true feelings!" Lin Feng raised his chin proudly, then remembered something and looked down at Meng Qing:
"But seriously, does the kiss scene at the end with the male lead in the movie look familiar to you?"
Meng Qing was stunned for a moment, then she remembered something, her face turned even redder, and she punched him lightly: "Don't give me that! How can it be the same? That was a separation of life and death!"
"Then we're in Maple Grove...?" Lin Feng answered for her, with a teasing smile on his face: "That's right, it's much more subtle than in the movie."
"You still say that!" Meng Qing pretended to be angry and reached out to twist the soft flesh on his waist.
Lin Feng dodged with a smile.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything!" Lin Feng begged for mercy quickly, and took Meng Qing's "offending" hand and held it tightly in his palm.
Mu Mu deliberately stopped and almost tripped Lin Feng.
Meng Qing looked at this scene and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Feeling warm in her heart, she held Lin Feng's hand back, interlocking their fingers.
"The courtyard in the movie." She changed the subject, her voice soft:
"It's a beautiful shot, antique and full of flavor."
"Well, the filming location is in a remote ancient village in Huizhou. The Li family spent a lot of money to renovate and rent it." Lin Feng nodded in agreement:
"That kind of heavy feeling that has been accumulated for hundreds of years cannot be imitated by newly built antique buildings. Which style do you like?"
"I like it." Meng Qing tilted her head and thought for a while:
"But I always feel that... it lacks a bit of the atmosphere of life. It's too quiet, suitable for filming movies. If I really live here, I might be scared at night."
"The smell of fireworks?" Lin Feng raised his eyebrows and teased her deliberately, "Are you referring to the smell of fireworks that almost set the kitchen on fire?"
"Lin Feng!" Meng Qing was furious and pulled out her hand to hit him:
"That was so long ago! And the pan was too thin that time! The fire was too high!"
"Yes, yes, it's the pot's fault, it's the fire's fault, it's definitely not a problem with our chef Meng's skills."
Lin Feng smiled and dodged, then pulled her back and hugged her shoulders, lowered his head and kissed her on the top of her head, his tone full of pampering:
"But it doesn't matter. If it burns, we can just buy a new one. As long as you make it, I'll eat it even if it burns."
"Who asked you to eat the burnt food..." Meng Qing leaned in his arms, muttering softly, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.
The evening breeze blew up the loose hair on her cheeks and brushed Lin Feng's neck, making it itchy.
The two of them snuggled together, bickered, and walked slowly along the familiar street.
The street lights lengthened and shortened their shadows, making them overlap.
The topic jumped from a detail in the movie to the time to water the roses in the yard tomorrow.
Then he jumped to the complaint email that Shen Yunche sent in the afternoon.
Then jump to which breakfast shop has the best pan-fried buns...
Trivial and jumpy, yet full of the reality of life and the sweet burden.
It floats vaguely in the cool evening breeze.
The neon lights of the city in the distance cast blurry shadows on the lake.
"We're almost home." Lin Feng said softly.
"Yeah." Meng Qing responded, leaning her head closer against his shoulder, feeling his steady heartbeat and the warm body temperature coming through his clothes.
Whether it's quarreling, bickering, or laughing, all the sounds and actions leave behind only layers of warm and happy ripples.
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