Good night, Brother Yin
On the way to the studio, the car was very quiet.
I leaned back in the passenger seat and scrolled through my phone, the screen frozen on a new post on the "Xiyouyin" super topic.
The caption reads, "Who understands! Brother Yin's hands are always protecting Teacher Wenxi."
Just as he was about to click the "like" button, Zhao Yin's voice suddenly rang out from the side: "What are you looking at again?"
I hurriedly exited the chat, and before I could even suppress my smile, I turned around and said, "Nothing, just looking at the pictures fans sent of us trying on dresses."
He glanced at my phone screen, but didn't expose me. He just reached out and turned up the air conditioner temperature by two degrees: "The wind is strong. You just recovered from a cold last week. Don't let it get too cold."
I said "hmm" and secretly starred the post.
In fact, I don’t need fans to dig it out, I also remember how much he helped me adjust my tie when I was trying on the dress yesterday.
When I got downstairs to the studio, Brother Chen was already waiting at the door.
He was holding a folder in his hand. Seeing us coming, he hurried over and said, "The screenwriter is waiting in the conference room. One more thing. The final photos for the school drama have been scheduled for next Thursday. The director said he wants you to shoot a set of school uniforms first, at the middle school we've chosen."
Zhao Yin took the folder and flipped through two pages without stopping. "Got it. Ask the assistant to email me the shooting schedule."
I followed him inside and met a few studio employees in the corridor. When they saw us, they only dared to greet us in a low voice and did not come over to ask for autographs like they did before.
When I entered the conference room, the screenwriter was already sitting there with a thick stack of scripts in front of him.
She saw us come in and smiled as she pushed the script towards us. "I mainly want to check with you on the details of the high school flashback scene. For example, when Protagonist 1 saves a seat for Protagonist 2, should we add a little gesture, like putting a sticky note on the corner of the table saying 'Don't oversleep'?"
I picked up the script and turned to that scene. My fingertips paused on the three words "Post-it Notes." "You can add it. I really always overslept in high school. Every time I went to the library, I had to spend half a day looking for a seat."
Zhao Yin sat next to me and suddenly said, "You're the same now. Last time, you were waiting on the set and fell asleep leaning on the chair. And..."
I elbowed him and said, "No way!"
The screenwriter laughed out loud. "Just add it as you said. It will make it more realistic. Oh, and there's a scene where Protagonist 2 helps Protagonist 1 to stop the rumors. The director wants to add a close-up of Protagonist 1 holding the corner of Protagonist 2's school uniform. What do you think?"
Zhao Yin didn't answer immediately. He turned to look at me and said, "What do you think?" I remembered meeting Shen Jiayan in the supermarket yesterday. "Okay, this way I seem more dependent, which is in line with my high school days."
After discussing the details of the script, it was already noon.
Brother Chen came in and asked if we wanted to eat takeout in the studio. I was about to say "yes" when Zhao Yin stood up and said, "No, take Wenxi out to eat."
He picked up my coat and handed it to me. "Didn't you say you wanted to eat at that wonton shop in the alley?"
Last week, when I was checking the food delivery app, I mentioned, "It seems that the wonton shop I used to eat at when I was in school has opened a branch," and I have already made an appointment to go there.
As I followed him out the door, I couldn't help but ask, "How do you know where that store is?" He pressed the elevator button and glanced at me sideways. "I asked my assistant to check it out. It's not far from here."
The elevator door slowly closed, and I remembered what the fans said about the "heart-protecting side", and I couldn't help but lean towards him. He seemed to notice it and quietly moved towards me, just protecting me in the corner of the elevator.
The wonton shop is in an old alley. It is not big and has only a few tables.
As we entered, the boss looked up and suddenly smiled, saying, "Are you two here for wontons? Do you want the signature shrimp wontons?" I was about to nod when Zhao Yin spoke first, "One bowl with shrimp wontons, one regular wonton, and one fried pork chop, less spicy."
The boss responded and turned to go to the kitchen to work.
I sat by the window and watched Zhao Yin take out his phone to reply to messages. I suddenly remembered the third episode of "Slow House by the Sea". At that time, I was afraid of spicy food, but I was too embarrassed to say it, so I could only stare at the spicy dish.
He sat opposite me, didn't say anything, but just gave me his clear soup base.
At that time I thought he just changed it casually, but now I know that he did it on purpose.
The wontons were served quickly. I picked up a spoon and scooped one. As soon as it touched my lips, I felt burned and couldn’t help but let out a hiss.
Zhao Yin put down his chopsticks, reached out to take my bowl, and gently stirred it with a spoon: "Eat slowly, no one will snatch it from you."
I looked at him blowing the wontons cool seriously, and suddenly recalled the scenes in high school. At that time, I always ate buns secretly during the morning reading class. When I was caught by the teacher, my deskmate would help me hide the buns.
Now it’s Zhao Yin’s turn. He won’t help me hide food, but he will help me cool the wontons. He is more attentive than my deskmate.
After eating wontons, we walked slowly along the old alley.
I looked at him and suddenly said, "Brother Yin, were you also so popular in high school?"
He turned to look at me and asked, "Why do you ask?"
"It seems like you're great at everything you do," I thought of how he rolled out the mille-feuille dough yesterday, "even cooking is better than me."
He chuckled, "I wasn't this good in high school. I even burned the pot the first time I cooked noodles."
I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Really? I thought you knew everything."
"Everyone has their own things they don't know," he looked at me. "For example, I didn't know that mango mille-feuille required so much cream."
I remembered that when we were making mango mille-feuille yesterday, he put too much cream and ended up smearing the excess cream on my face. I couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face: "You put too much cream on purpose, you wanted to smear it on my face."
He didn't refute, but just smiled and said, "I won't put too much next time, so you don't get angry again."
We walked along the alley to the intersection and saw a convenience store.
I remembered that the laundry detergent at home was almost used up, so I pulled his sleeve and said, "Let's go buy a bottle of laundry detergent?" He nodded and said, "Okay."
After entering the convenience store, I went straight to the daily necessities section and picked up a bottle of lavender-scented laundry detergent. Just as I was about to put it in the shopping cart, Zhao Yin reached out and took it away, replacing it with a fragrance-free bottle: "You sneezed when you used the lavender scented one last time."
It took me a moment to remember that I used lavender-scented laundry detergent when washing my shirt last week, and I sneezed several times when I put it on.
After paying, we walked out of the convenience store.
As I reached the door, my cell phone suddenly rang. It was Sister Zhou calling.
I picked up the phone, and Sister Zhou's voice came from the receiver: "Wenxi, we'd like to invite you to sing the theme song of the campus play. Do you want to take it?"
I turned to look at Zhao Yin and he nodded.
I said to the phone, "Answer it. When will the recording be made?"
"The recording studio has been booked for next Friday," Sister Zhou paused, then continued, "By the way, Shen Jiayan's team just contacted me and said they wanted to collaborate on a single with you guys. I turned them down, do you have any objections?"
I looked at Zhao Yin and he shook his head.
I said into the phone, "No problem, we don't have time lately." After hanging up, I couldn't help but ask, "Why do Shen Jiayan's team suddenly want to work with us?" Zhao Yin put the laundry detergent into the car and said in a calm tone, "Maybe they want to ease the relationship. Don't worry about them."
I said "hmm" and got in the passenger seat.
The car slowly drove out of the old alley. It turned out that the feeling of running in both directions was so good. There was no need to guess. As long as you looked back, you would find that he was always by your side.
When I returned to the studio, Brother Chen was already waiting at the door.
He held an envelope in his hand and handed it to Zhao Yin: "This is an invitation to the opening ceremony of the campus drama. The director said you must attend." Zhao Yin took the envelope and flipped through the pages: "Got it, I will go when the time comes."
After entering the studio, the screenwriter checked the lyrics of the theme song with us.
The lyrics are very gentle, with the line "Waiting for you, waiting for you to turn back." I couldn't help but say, "That's so well written. It brings to mind the time we spent together at the beach." Zhao Yin, sitting next to me, suddenly said, "You could put that line in the chorus. It would be more appealing."
The screenwriter nodded and said, "Okay, I'll ask the composer to make some adjustments." After discussing the lyrics, it was already afternoon.
I leaned back in my chair and yawned. Zhao Yin reached out and touched my forehead: "Are you sleepy?" I nodded: "A little. I didn't sleep well last night." He stood up and picked up my coat: "Then let's go back and come back tomorrow."
I followed him out the door, and Brother Chen called out from behind, "There's an interview tomorrow morning at 10:00, don't forget." Zhao Yin turned around and said, "Got it. Have your assistant email the interview outline to me."
After getting in the car, I leaned back in the passenger seat and quickly fell asleep.
I was half asleep when I felt someone put a coat over me and gently adjusted my headrest.
I opened my eyes and saw Zhao Yin looking at me. "Go to sleep. I'll call you when we get there."
I nodded and closed my eyes.
The car was driving smoothly, and I listened to his breathing, feeling safe.
I don't know how long it took before the car stopped. Zhao Yin patted my shoulder gently and said, "We're here."
I opened my eyes and found that we had arrived at the door of the villa. He helped me unbuckle my seat belt and reached out to carry me down.
I leaned into his arms and whispered, "I can walk on my own." He didn't put me down, but just said, "Don't catch a cold."
When I entered the villa, my aunt was already waiting at the door.
She took the laundry detergent from Zhao Yin's hand and said with a smile, "Are you back? I made some pork rib soup. Drink it while it's hot." We walked into the living room and the aunt brought the pork rib soup.
After eating the pork rib soup, I leaned on the sofa and browsed my phone.
Zhao Yin sat next to me, working on his laptop.
I came across the "Rare Silver" super topic.
I couldn't help but hand the phone to Zhao Yin: "Look, fans remember our little things."
He took the phone and looked at it carefully.
After reading it, he handed the phone back to me and held me in his arms: "We will remember it ourselves."
I leaned in his arms, watching his face as he worked, and suddenly said, "Brother Yin, we're going to take the final photos tomorrow. Do you want to practice the movements of taking off the school uniform in advance?" He looked down at me, smiled and said, "Okay, let's practice at home tonight."
In the evening, we practiced our school uniform moves in the living room.
He stood in front of me, wearing a blue and white school uniform. He reached out and straightened my school tie: "Be natural during the shoot, don't be nervous." I nodded: "Got it, you should be natural too, don't always put on such an icy face." He chuckled and reached out to pinch my face: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
We practiced for a long time until our aunt urged us to go to bed.
I leaned in Zhao Yin's arms and walked into the bedroom.
He covered me with the quilt, lay down himself, and held me in his arms.
There was only a bedside lamp on in the bedroom. I leaned in his arms, my fingers hooked on the collar of his pajamas, still thinking about the time when he helped me fix my tie when we were practicing school uniform movements just now.
"Not asleep yet?" He looked down at me. I shrank into his arms, my nose rubbing against his collarbone. "I'm wondering if I'll be nervous about taking the final photos tomorrow." He chuckled, his hand slowly sliding down my back and stopping at my waist. "Why should you be nervous when I'm here?"
I looked up at him and met his eyes.
The light from the bedside lamp fell into his pupils.
I used to think his eyes were cold, but now I realize that when he looks at me, even the corners of his eyes are soft.
I couldn't help but reach out and touch his eyelashes with my fingertips: "Brother Yin, your eyelashes are so long."
He didn't hide, but stretched out his hand to pull me tighter in his arms, resting his chin on the top of my head: "Stop making trouble, or you won't be able to sleep."
I knew he was teasing me, but I took advantage of it and put my arms around his neck, nuzzling my face against his chin. "It's okay if you don't sleep. Let's chat for a while."
He lowered his head and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Let's talk about high school," I thought, remembering what he said about the mushy noodles, and couldn't help laughing. "Did you do anything bad in high school? Like skipping classes to play games?"
He paused, as if recalling something: "Once, I went to an internet cafe with my deskmate and got caught by the teacher. I had to stand for the whole afternoon as punishment."
My eyes lit up: "Then you weren't scolded by your parents?"
"I was scolded, and my mother even made me write a 500-word self-criticism. I later put it between my textbooks, and it's still in my bookcase back home."
I leaned in his arms and laughed non-stop. He didn't stop me, but just looked at me and laughed.
After laughing enough, I looked up at him and found that he was staring at my lips.
I pursed my lips subconsciously.
Before I could react, he lowered his head and kissed me.
It wasn't the kind of superficial kiss we had before. He swallowed up everything I hadn't finished saying.
I was completely limp, and could only grab onto his pajamas and let him lead me down...
His hand slowly slid to the hem of my pajamas, and I couldn't help but shudder.
He looked up at me, questioning, "Are you scared?" I shook my head, put my arms around his waist, and pressed myself completely against him, "No."
He chuckled and kissed me again, this time more urgently than before, sliding from lips to chin, then to the crook of my neck, chest... I couldn't help but groan, and he immediately slowed down his movements, patting my back gently with his palm, as if to comfort me: "Be good, don't be afraid."
His fingers were very skillful, and he unbuttoned my pajamas very gently, without making me feel uncomfortable.
"Brother Yin," I called him softly, and he looked up at me. It turns out that no matter how calm a person is, he will lose control in front of the person he likes.
He turned me over and let me lie in his arms. His palm slowly slid down my spine. Every time it touched a place, I couldn't help but tremble.
He chuckled in my ear: "So sensitive?" I didn't say anything, just buried my face in his arms.
His kiss landed on my back, bringing a little itch. I couldn't help but shrink my neck, but he grabbed my waist and didn't let me move: "Don't move, let me hug you."
I didn't move and let him hold me. When two people were so close, even their heartbeats would be synchronized.
I don’t know how long it took, but he slowly let me go, helped me pull up my pajamas, and covered me with the quilt again.
I leaned in his arms, still panting. He reached out and wiped the sweat from my forehead. "Tired?" I nodded, my voice a little hoarse. "Yeah."
He smiled, pulled me into his arms, and let me rest my head on his arm. "Go to sleep. You have to get up early tomorrow."
I closed my eyes, but didn't fall asleep immediately. My mind was full of the scene just now.
He seemed to notice it, and reached out to pat my back gently, like coaxing a child: "Don't think about it, go to sleep."
I hummed, snuggled into his arms, and quickly fell asleep.
"Awake? Sleep a little longer? The interview is still two hours away."
I sat up and stretched, and found that my pajamas had been changed. He must have changed them for me last night.
I looked at him and couldn't help laughing: "Brother Yin, you last night..." Before I could finish my words, he reached out and covered my mouth, "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and get up and wash up."
I smiled, pushed his hand away, jumped out of bed and went to wash up.
When I looked in the mirror, I saw a faint red mark on my neck, so I quickly covered it with my collar.
After washing up and going downstairs, my aunt had already prepared breakfast, which was my favorite soy milk and fried dough sticks.
Zhao Yin was sitting at the dining table, holding an interview outline in his hand. When he saw me coming down, he handed it to me and said, "Take a look. You might ask these questions later."
I took the outline, flipped through two pages, and found a question: "After working with Teacher Zhao Yin for so long, what do you think is the biggest difference between him in private and in front of the camera?"
I looked up at Zhao Yin and said with a smile, "I know how to answer this question. I'll just say that you're more gentle in private than in front of the camera, and you can even blow wontons for me."
He was stunned for a moment, then chuckled: "Answer whatever you want, just don't tell anyone about my mushy noodles." I nodded: "Got it, I'll save your face."
After breakfast, we packed up and drove to the interview site. On the way, Zhao Yin suddenly said, "After the interview, let's go to the bookstore. I saw a high school workbook and wanted to buy it for you." I was stunned. "Why buy a workbook? We don't have to take the college entrance examination." He smiled and said, "Just keep it as a souvenir. Let's just pretend we took the college entrance examination together."
“…”
When we arrived at the interview site, the staff were already waiting at the door.
After we went in, the makeup artist came over quickly to help us with our makeup.
The makeup artist suddenly said, "Teacher Wenxi, why are there red marks on your neck? Do you want to cover them with concealer?"
My ears instantly turned red. Just as I was about to speak, Zhao Yin said, "No need to cover it up. Just leave it as it is." The makeup artist was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, then I won't cover it up."
I turned to look at Zhao Yin. He just opened his eyes and smiled at me with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
I knew he did it on purpose, but I wasn't angry. Instead, I felt it was very sweet.
Want to share a little secret between two of you and tell it to the whole world quietly.
The interview began soon.
The host first asked us questions about campus dramas. Zhao Yin and I cooperated very well and occasionally joked with each other. The atmosphere was very relaxed.
When it came to the question of "the difference between privately and in front of the camera," I thought for a moment and said, "Teacher Zhao Yin is much gentler in private than in front of the camera. For example, she remembers that I don't like spicy food and will blow the wontons for me to cool down."
The host laughed: "It seems that Teacher Zhao Yin is very attentive. What do you think is lovely about Teacher Wen Xi in private?" Zhao Yin glanced at me and said with a smile: "He always oversleeps. Last time, he fell asleep leaning on a chair while waiting on the set. And..."
The whole place suddenly burst into laughter. I wanted to hit him, but he grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently where the camera couldn't see, as if to comfort me.
I knew he was teasing me on purpose, but I didn't refute him. I just smiled at the camera.
After the interview, we went to the bookstore. There were not many people in the bookstore, so we pushed the shopping cart and browsed around slowly.
Zhao Yinzhen took a high school math exercise book and a notebook.
I looked at the exercise book and couldn't help laughing: "Brother Yin, are you really going to buy this for me? I haven't done math problems in years."
He nodded: "Buy it, as a souvenir." We also bought two comic books, which were my favorites when I was a child. After paying, we walked to the parking lot with the books. Zhao Yin suddenly said: "Let's cook at home tonight. I'll make you noodles. I'm sure they won't be burnt this time."
Me: "Really? Then I want to eat tomato and egg noodles."
He: "Okay, I'll cook tomato and egg noodles for you."
When we got in the car, I flipped through the notebook and suddenly said, "Brother Yin, let's start writing a diary from today. Write a sentence every day and read it when we are old." He turned his head and looked at me, smiled and said, "Okay, then I will write first today."
When we got home, we put the book on the bookshelf in the living room.
Zhao Yin went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. I sat in the living room, opened the notebook, and waited for him to finish writing the first sentence.
After a while, he came out of the kitchen with a pen in his hand and wrote in his notebook, "I bought an exercise book with Wenxi today. I'm very happy."
I took the notebook and wrote behind him, "Brother Yin teased me again during the interview today, but I am very happy."
After finishing it, I put the notebook on the bookshelf and looked at it next to our comic books and scripts, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
In the evening, Zhao Yinzhen cooked tomato and egg noodles for me. It tasted very good and was not burnt at all.
I ate a big bowl full. He sat beside me, looked at me, and said with a smile, "Eat slowly. No one will snatch it from you."
After finishing the noodles, we leaned on the sofa and watched a movie. I whispered, "Brother Yin, it would be nice if we had known each other in high school, right?"
Zhao Yin lowered his head and kissed my forehead: "It's not too late to get to know each other now. We still have a lot of time."
I nodded, snuggled into his arms, and soon fell asleep.
After watching the movie, we washed up and went back to the bedroom. Zhao Yin covered me with the quilt, lay down himself, put his arm around me and said, "Good night, Brother Yin."
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