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He lay beside me, his arm around my waist, his breath softly on the top of my head: "It's time to go to bed. You have to get up early for the final photo shoot tomorrow. Don't wake up like last time on the set, only to be called by the makeup artist."
Me: "That's because I stayed up too late memorizing the script the night before."
"I'll carry you this time and make sure you can go to bed early."
I looked up and couldn't help but reach out and touch his face. "Brother Yin, have you decided a long time ago that you want to film a campus drama with me?"
He lowered his head and said, "Yes, I thought about it since the director first approached me to discuss the script."
"Why?" I blinked. "Didn't you say before that you didn't like filming campus-themed films?"
"Because I knew you would answer, I wanted to wear the school uniform with you. It would make up for the regret of not going to high school with you."
"Then for tomorrow's makeup photoshoot, you can't have that icy face. Smile a little, or the fans will start editing 'Brother Yin's cold face compilation on the set' again."
He chuckled softly, "Got it. I'll listen to you and not put on an icy face."
The next morning, when I opened my eyes, there was no one beside me, only a little of his warmth remained on the pillow.
I went downstairs in my slippers and saw him standing at the kitchen door, wearing a gray home suit, holding an apron in his hand, and talking to my aunt.
Auntie saw me first and said with a smile, "Wenxi, are you awake? Mr. Zhao said you're going to take your final photos today, so he asked me to make your favorite pumpkin porridge. It's still warming in the pot."
Zhao Yin turned to look at me, reached out to take off her apron, and came over to help me straighten my wrinkled collar. "Why don't you sleep a little longer? We still have an hour before departure."
"Now that you're awake, I can't sleep either." I reached out and hooked my arm around his wrist, shaking it. "What were you talking about with Auntie just now? You looked so happy."
"Nothing. I told Auntie to put half a spoonful less sugar in the pumpkin porridge next time. You said it was a bit too sweet last time."
I couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and kiss him on the chin, but I quickly pulled back as soon as it touched him. "Brother Yin, how come you remember everything?"
He looked down at me, his eyes filled with helplessness and a tenderness that could not be concealed: "Of course I remember your story."
My aunt smiled and went to the kitchen to get some porridge. I quickly pulled him to sit at the dining table and pretended to read the newspaper on the table, but in fact, my eyes were always on him.
He felt uncomfortable with my gaze, so he reached out and took the interview outline from the table and handed it to me: "Take a look at this again. Those questions I told you yesterday, don't forget the words again."
"I won't forget the words," I took the outline and turned to the question I saw yesterday. "Look, I've already thought of the answer to 'the biggest difference between private and in front of the camera.' I'll say that you're more gentle in private than in front of the camera, and you can help me blow wontons, cook tomato and egg noodles for me, and..."
"That's enough," he said, covering my mouth with his hand, a look of uncertainty in his eyes. "Stop talking. If you continue, tomorrow's trending search will become 'Wen Xi reveals details of Zhao Yin's private life.'"
I pulled his hand away and said with a smile, "What are you afraid of? We've already made it official, so what's wrong with saying this? Our fans are still waiting to see our daily lives."
He didn't argue, but just reached out and pushed the pumpkin porridge in front of me: "Drink it quickly, the porridge is getting cold."
I picked up the spoon and scooped a mouthful of pumpkin porridge. While drinking, I secretly looked at him. He was holding his mobile phone, and I didn't know what he was looking at.
"Are you looking at fan pictures again?" I put down the spoon and asked him.
He looked up at me and handed me his phone. On the screen was a candid photo of us in the bookstore yesterday. A fan captioned it: "Who understands! The way Brother Yin looks at Wenxi is so melting!"
"Look, the fans can tell you like me," I pointed at the caption on the screen and said with a smile, "You always denied it before, saying it was just a senior looking out for the junior."
He put the phone away and pinched my face: "Don't you admit it now? What else do you want?"
"I don't want to do anything," I leaned on his shoulder, "I just feel very happy. I used to think secret crushes were a solitary thing, hidden in my heart, afraid of being discovered, and afraid that you would hate me if you knew. But now, I can openly eat with you, watch movies with you, go to bookstores with you, and even share our daily lives with our fans. This feeling is really good."
He put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him: "You'll be happier in the future. We still have a lot of time and can do more things together."
After breakfast, we packed up and drove to the location for the final photo shoot.
On the way, he suddenly said: "When we take the final photos later, the director may ask us to take a group photo together. If you feel tired, tell me and we will take a break first."
"I'm not tired," I shook my head. "I've wanted to take a photo with you in school uniform for a long time. When I saw other people taking photos for school dramas, I thought, it would be great if I could take a photo with you one day. I didn't expect it to be possible now."
He glanced at me sideways, then reached out and turned up the air conditioner temperature by two degrees: "The wind is a bit strong, don't let it get too cold, you just recovered from a cold last week."
I hummed, leaning back in the passenger seat.
"What are you thinking about?" His voice suddenly came, interrupting my thoughts.
"I'm thinking about high school," I turned to look at him. "I always overslept in high school. I always had to walk into the classroom right before the bell. My deskmate would always save a seat for me and even secretly bring me breakfast. Thinking back, life was so simple back then."
"You're the same now," he chuckled. "Last time, while waiting on set, you fell asleep leaning against your chair. I called you, but you thought it was my assistant and almost pushed my hand away."
"No way!" I quickly retorted, "Don't talk nonsense!"
He didn't say anything, just took out a photo from his phone and handed it to me.
"You actually took a picture of it!" I quickly deleted the photo. "Zhao Yin, you're going too far. You actually took a picture of me sleeping!"
"It wasn't a sneak shot, it was taken openly," he said with a smile. "I wanted to keep it as a souvenir. When we're old, we can take it out and look at it. It's quite interesting."
"Who wants to leave this kind of souvenir with you?" I turned my head to the window and pretended to be angry. "I will never talk to you again."
He didn't say anything, just reached out and gently pinched my face.
When we arrived at the location for the final photo shoot, the staff were already waiting at the door.
The director came over and patted Zhao Yin on the shoulder with a smile: "Teacher Zhao, Teacher Wenxi, you are here. The school uniforms are ready. Let's go to the changing room quickly."
Our official announcement has spread throughout the entire entertainment industry, and everyone is no longer surprised.
In the changing room, the staff handed us the school uniforms. I took the uniform and was about to change, "Wenxi, do you need help? The zipper of your uniform seems to be at the back, and it's not easy to zip it up by yourself."
"No, I can do it myself," I said quickly, "Just change yours first and leave me alone."
Actually, it is difficult for me to zip up the back by myself, but I am also embarrassed to ask him for help. After all, the space in the changing room is not big, and it will inevitably be a bit awkward for two people to stay together.
I took my school uniform and tried several times to zip it up, but I couldn't get it to zip up, and instead I wrinkled the clothes.
Just when I was getting anxious, the door of the changing room was gently pushed open, and Zhao Yin walked in. He looked at the wrinkled school uniform in my hand and sighed helplessly: "Why are you so stupid? You can't even zip it up properly."
"I'm not stupid," I said stubbornly, "It's just that the zipper is too slippery and difficult to pull."
He didn't say anything, but walked over and took the zipper from my hand from behind. After zipping it up, he helped me straighten my collar and said, "Okay, don't move. The makeup artist will come over later to help you with your hair."
I turned around and looked at him, and suddenly it felt a little unreal.
He was standing in front of me, wearing the same school uniform as me, with a look of helplessness in his eyes. I had only seen this kind of scene in my dreams before, but I didn't expect it to actually happen now.
"What are you looking at?" He reached out and pinched my face. "Do you think I look really handsome in my school uniform?"
"No," I quickly turned my head away. "I just thought you looked different in your school uniform. You looked a bit like... a bit like the school idol from high school."
He chuckled, "What about you? You look good in your school uniform, too. Just like the sleepy little kid who always overslept in high school."
"I'm not a little confused," I retorted, "I had good grades in high school and was in the top ten in my grade on every test."
"Really?" He raised his eyebrows. "Then, can you teach me how to do that high school math workbook we bought last time? I was terrible at math in high school and failed every test."
"Okay," I said with a smile, "I'll teach you then. If you can't learn it, I'll make you wash dishes for me for a month."
"No problem," he nodded, "as long as you're willing to teach me, you can punish me for as long as it takes."
As we were talking, the makeup artist knocked on the door and came in, smiling and saying, "Have the two teachers changed into their school uniforms? They look really good, especially Teacher Zhao, who looks so handsome even in her uniform. Teacher Wenxi is also very cute, like a high school student."
I felt a little embarrassed, so I quickly sat down and asked the makeup artist to help me fix my hair.
Zhao Yin sat on the chair next to me, looking at me with a smile in his eyes.
When the makeup artist was doing my hair, he suddenly said, "Don't make it too complicated, just keep it simple. He doesn't usually do my hair and he's afraid it will make me uncomfortable."
The makeup artist was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, listen to Teacher Zhao, I will help Teacher Wenxi make a simple one, so that it will look good and won't be uncomfortable."
After getting our hair done, we followed the director to the filming area, where the crew had already set up the scene, including classrooms, a library, and a playground, exactly like a real high school campus.
The director asked us to shoot a set of classroom scenes first, and asked us to sit at the desks to simulate attending class.
I sat at my desk, looking at the textbook in front of me, and suddenly remembered my high school classes. At that time, I always felt that classes were boring and always wanted to play with my mobile phone secretly. But now, sitting in this simulated classroom, I feel nostalgic.
Zhao Yin sat next to me, reached out to help me straighten my textbook, and whispered, "Don't be nervous, just act like usual."
"I'm not nervous," I turned to look at him, "I just feel a little nostalgic, as if I'm really back in high school."
He didn't say anything, just reached out and gently held my hand under the table.
The classroom scene went smoothly. As soon as the photographer called out, I couldn't help but laugh on my desk. "Just now, you were pretending to take notes, just like you were really listening to the class. I almost thought you were going to give me a math lesson."
Zhao Yin reached out and ruffled my hair at the back of my head. "What else can I do? I can't let the camera film me staring at you blankly, can I? It's time for fans to start making 'Brother Yin's distracted class collection' again."
"What's wrong with you being distracted?" I sat up straight and reached out to tug at the corner of his school uniform. "We're taking the final photos now, not actually attending class. It's okay if you're distracted."
He didn't argue, but simply smoothed my bangs, which had been messed up by the wind. "The next scene is the library. The director said we're going to have a scene where Protagonist 1 saves a seat for Protagonist 2. Remember those sticky notes we talked about yesterday? The props team's ready."
I nodded and followed him towards the library scene. As we passed the corridor, Brother Chen came over with two bottles of ice water and handed one to me: "Teacher Wenxi, I just took it out of the refrigerator. Drink it slowly."
As soon as I unscrewed the bottle cap, Zhao Yin reached out to take it, poured the water on the back of his hand to test the temperature, and then handed it back: "It's cold, let it sit for a while before drinking. You have a bad stomach."
Brother Chen laughed out loud beside him: "Teacher Zhao is now more careful than us assistants. In the past, when we were filming other dramas, you were too lazy to even wring out your own water."
Zhao Yin didn't respond. "The corridor is windy, don't catch a cold."
The library scene was set up very realistically, with the bookshelves filled with old books. The props team staff handed Zhao Yin a yellow sticky note with the words "Don't oversleep" written on it.
"Teacher Zhao, please put the sticky note on the corner of the desk later. When Teacher Wenxi comes over, just look up and smile. Don't be too deliberate." The director said while holding the walkie-talkie.
Zhao Yin took the sticky note and suddenly turned to me, "Do you want to change it? For example, write 'remember to eat breakfast'? You didn't eat breakfast last time on set and you almost had hypoglycemia."
Then I remembered that when I was shooting a commercial last week, I woke up late and didn’t have breakfast, so I felt dizzy while waiting for the scene. It was he who handed me his chocolate.
I smiled and shook my head. "No need to change it. 'Don't oversleep' is fine. It's exactly the same as when I was in high school. My deskmate put sticky notes on my desk every day with the same words on them."
He didn't say anything else, but just carefully stuck the sticky note on the corner of the table and pressed it down with his fingers, for fear that it would fall off during the filming later.
I stood by and looked at him, and suddenly felt a little dazed, as if I had really returned to high school. He was the classmate who saved a seat for me and put sticky notes on me every day, not the top star standing in the spotlight.
After the filming started, I followed the director's request and slowly walked into the library from the door, pretending to find a seat.
When I saw the sticky note on the corner of the table, I deliberately froze for a moment, then looked up at Zhao Yin.
He was sitting in a chair with a book in his hand, and looked up at me when he heard the noise.
"Great! That's exactly how it feels!" the director's voice came over the intercom. "Teacher Wenxi, please be a little more surprised, and Teacher Zhao, please smile a little softer. That's it!"
The photographer took several pictures in a row before shouting "Stop".
I was just about to go over and talk to Zhao Yin when a member of the props team came over with a high school math workbook. They smiled and said, "Teacher Zhao, Teacher Wenxi, the director wanted to add a detail. Let's have the protagonist place the workbook on the desk. It would make him look more like a top student. What do you think?"
Zhao Yin took the exercise book, flipped through two pages, and turned to look at me: "What do you think?"
"Sure," I nodded. "We just happened to buy a workbook yesterday, so it's perfect to put it here. It also ties in with our daily routine."
He didn't say anything, but just put the exercise book on the corner of the table, side by side with the sticky notes, and adjusted the angle to ensure that the camera could capture it clearly.
Seeing how serious he was, I couldn't help but reach out and touch the back of his hand: "Brother Yin, do you really like taking pictures of campus scenes like this?"
"It's not that I like filming campus scenes," he turned to look at me, "I like filming with you."
I quickly turned my head and pretended to look at the books on the shelf: "Who wants to take a photo with you? I just think the makeup photos went smoothly."
He chuckled, "One thing you say is another thing you mean."
The next scene was the playground, and the director asked us to shoot a scene where protagonist 1 pulled protagonist 2 to run.
I stood on the track, feeling a little nervous: "When we run later, you have to hold on to me. I'm afraid I might fall."
"Don't worry," he reached out and held my wrist, "I won't let you fall."
The moment the photographer shouted "start", he took my hand and ran forward.
"Stop!" the photographer shouted. "The two teachers were running very naturally, especially Teacher Zhao. When she held Teacher Wenxi's hand, the worry in her eyes was so real."
I panted and leaned on Zhao Yin: "You ran too fast just now. I almost couldn't keep up with you."
He reached out to help me calm down, and patted my back gently: "Drive slower next time, don't rush."
During the break, I sat on the stands in the playground and flipped through the photos on my phone.
During the shoot just now, the assistant secretly took a few photos for us. In the photos, Zhao Yin was holding my hand and running forward. I couldn't help but send the photos to my second account with the caption "Taking campus makeup photos with Brother Yin, it feels like I'm really back in high school." As soon as I posted it, I received a lot of comments from fans.
[Ahhh! What a magical scene! ]
When Yin Ge held Teacher Wen Xi's hand, his fingers were exerting force. How sweet!
[The sticky notes and exercise books are so detailed! Is this a two-way love?]
I smiled and replied to a few fans' comments. When I looked up, I found Zhao Yin looking at me with a hint of curiosity in his eyes: "Interacting with fans again?"
"Yeah," I handed him the phone, "Look, our fans all said our photos looked very real, like a real high school couple."
He took the phone and scrolled through the comments carefully. I smiled and responded, "They are right. We were originally a couple, but now we are partners."
He didn't refute, but just reached out and pinched my face: "Okay, partner, then do you want to go to lunch together? I know there's a good restaurant nearby that makes delicious sweet and sour pork ribs. You said you wanted to eat it last time."
"Okay, let's go now."
He stood up with a smile and reached out to pull me up: "Slow down, don't be anxious, the restaurant won't run away."
We followed Brother Chen to the parking lot and met a few actors from the crew on the way. They saw us and said with a smile, "You two teachers have such a good chemistry when taking photos. We will definitely share them when the final photos come out."
I felt a little embarrassed and quickly said, "Thank you, you took great photos too."
Zhao Yin smiled and said, "Let's go have lunch together later. It's my treat."
The actors were stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, thank you, Teacher Zhao."
On the way to the restaurant, I sat in the passenger seat and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you suddenly want to treat them to a meal? We could have gone just the two of us."
He glanced at me sideways and said with a smile, "We'll be filming with them for a long time in the future. Building a good relationship in advance will make filming smoother, and..."
"And what?"
“You won’t feel bored if you eat with them.”
My heart warmed, "Brother Yin, why do you always think of me?"
"Because you are someone I care about, if I don't think about you, who should I think about?"
When we arrived, the waiter had already prepared the private room.
Zhao Yin handed me the menu: "Take a look at what you want to eat. In addition to the sweet and sour pork ribs, order a few more dishes you like."
I was flipping through the menu and was about to order scrambled eggs with tomatoes when I remembered how he cooked tomato and egg noodles last time. I couldn't help but laugh: "I want to have scrambled eggs with tomatoes and see if it tastes as good as yours."
He chuckled softly, "Okay, order one. If it doesn't taste good, I'll cook it for you tonight."
Other actors also ordered dishes one after another, and the atmosphere in the box was very lively.
During dinner, a young actor asked me, "Teacher Wenxi, how did you and Teacher Zhao get to know each other? It seems like you have a very good relationship."
I was about to answer when Zhao Yin spoke first: "At the awards ceremony five years ago, he had just debuted at that time, and I've known him since then."
"So you've known each other for so long," the young actor said with a smile, "So now you're filming a school drama together, isn't it fate?"
"It's fate," Zhao Yin looked at me, "I'm lucky to be able to film a campus drama with him."
I lowered my head and took a bite of sweet and sour pork ribs to hide my embarrassment.
Zhao Yin looked at me and reached out to help me pick up a piece of pork ribs: "Eat slowly, don't choke."
After dinner, we returned to the filming location to continue filming the afternoon scenes. The afternoon scene was a couple's photo on the playground. The director asked us to sit in the stands. Zhao Yin put his arm around my shoulders, and I leaned in his arms, pretending to look at the scenery in the distance.
As soon as the photographer pressed the shutter, I couldn't help laughing: "When you hugged my shoulders just now, your hands were shaking. Were you nervous?"
"No," he reached out and pinched my face, "You were too close, and I was afraid of touching your hair."
I looked up at him and couldn't help laughing, "You're just nervous, and you won't admit it."
He didn't refute me, but just reached out and pulled me into his arms, whispering in my ear: "When I'm with you, I always get nervous, afraid that I won't do well and make you unhappy."
I put my arms around his waist and said, "You did a great job. I'm really happy."
The afternoon shoot went smoothly and ended quickly.
We packed up and prepared to drive home.
On the way, Zhao Yin suddenly said, "We have nothing to do tomorrow, so let's go to the supermarket. The seasonings at home are almost gone, and it's time to buy some fruits and vegetables."
"Okay," I nodded, "We also need to buy the 'Lotus Pure Demon' comic book we saw last time. I didn't buy it last time, and I'm still thinking about it."
He smiled and said, "Okay, buy them all, as long as you like them."
I leaned back in the passenger seat, looking at his profile, and suddenly said, "Brother Yin, I always thought that a top star like you wouldn't like an actor like me who's only been in the industry for a few years. But now, you're by my side, taking makeup photos with me, having lunch with me, and shopping with me. This feeling is really unreal."
He glanced at me sideways and said, "Silly girl, liking someone has nothing to do with whether he's a top star or not. I like you simply because you're Wenxi, not because of anything else."
"Brother Yin, thank you, thank you for liking me."
"You're welcome. I'm lucky to like you, isn't it?"
When the car arrived at the gate of the villa, my aunt was already waiting there, holding a thermos bucket in her hand: "Are you back? I made some Tremella soup, drink it while it's hot."
We walked into the living room and my aunt brought the Tremella soup. I picked up the spoon and took a sip. It was sweet but not greasy, just the taste I like.
Zhao Yin sat next to me, watching me drink, and suddenly said, "Let's go to the supermarket tomorrow and buy some lotus seeds. Next time, let Auntie make lotus seed and white fungus soup. You said lotus seeds are delicious last time."
"Yes, I like lotus seeds."
He smiled and said, "Well, okay, I'll buy it tomorrow."
After drinking the Tremella soup, I leaned on the sofa and read a comic book, while Zhao Yin sat next to me and handled work.
The living room was very quiet, with only the sounds of turning pages and typing on the keyboard. I looked at his profile as he worked diligently and suddenly said, "Brother Yin, how about we do this every day from now on? Take makeup photos together, have lunch together, go to the supermarket together, go home together, and read comic books together."
He looked up at me, smiled and said, "As long as you want, we can do this every day... no, forever."
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