shirt
In fact, Zhou Ji'an also felt that he was quite pathetic. In just half a month, he had already put all his worries and concerns behind him and spent his days holding his phone waiting for Deng Yi's messages or calls, or mustering up the courage to send messages or make phone calls to Deng Yi.
She even developed a feeling of being in a passionate relationship with Deng Yi because of their frequent contact, and completely forgot that she and Deng Yi had a verbal agreement to have a fake marriage.
"Can you come back?" Zhou Ji'an carried the things he had brought back from Lu Jiani to the living room, put his phone on the floor, and asked in a louder voice while tidying up the old things.
"I don't know yet. You've asked me so many times. Do you really want me to come back?" Deng Yi grabbed a handful of snow and played with it. The outdoor temperature was very low, and the warmth of his palm couldn't melt the snow. He made a tight ball of soft snow and threw it into the white world.
Zhou Ji'an couldn't admit that he missed Deng Yi.
Over the years, she had missed him terribly, but he never suddenly appeared because of her longing.
Zhou Ji'an opened a white shoebox, ran his fingertips over the shoelaces, and quickly closed it again. He picked up his phone and said, "If it's inconvenient for you to come back, I can go by myself."
A cough came through the receiver, followed by Deng Yi's calm voice: "Okay."
See? Missing someone is useless, at least not for Zhou Ji'an.
Zhou Ji'an asked, "Do you have a cold?"
Deng Yi replied, "No, the outdoor temperature is too low at night, and I'm not used to it."
"Oh, then you should go back inside quickly, don't catch a cold and it will affect your work," Zhou Ji'an said urgently. "I'm hanging up now."
In the depths of winter in the north, everything is frozen.
Song Yufeng pushed open the door and called out, "Director Deng, aren't you cold? Hurry up and go back inside!"
The heating was on full blast inside, and many people were sitting in the spacious living room, chatting casually.
A newly established actress in the film and television industry said, "Director, I've watched your film 'Xi Dongcao' so many times, and I like it more and more each time I watch it."
Deng Yi politely said, "Thank you."
The actress had long forgotten about maintaining her image, lounging on the sofa, holding a can of beer in one hand and sipping it slowly.
Deng Yi sat down about a meter away from her, his gaze sweeping over the people on the sofa and the floor, some familiar and some unfamiliar.
The actress's red and white striped slippers had fallen off. She curled up her legs and breathed out a faint smell of alcohol as she said, "To be honest, I feel that the movies you made later, although they were very successful and well-received, were not as good in quality and sincerity as your movie 'Xi Dong Cao'."
Then, nodding, she added, "It's not even a third of your novel, 'Xidongcao'."
“Hey, you’ve had too much to drink.” The actress’s friend slapped her thigh. “That’s just how she is; she starts talking nonsense as soon as she drinks.”
Deng Yi smiled nonchalantly: "She's right, that's indeed the case, I've noticed it myself."
Others who overheard the conversation began to join in.
"I'd heard other actors say that you have a good temper, Director Deng, but I didn't expect you to be this good. You didn't even flinch when you heard such blunt words."
“I had heard Yu Xi say before that Director Deng never loses his temper on set,” Song Yufeng said. “He can be described as a breath of fresh air in the directing world.”
The chill in his palm evaporated, and Deng Yi glanced at Song Yufeng's expression before quickly looking back down, laughing, "I lose my temper a lot, it's just that no one sees it."
Deng Yi has a lot of film and television resources at his disposal. The people participating in this reality show are either actors who were originally actors or stars who intend to enter the film and television industry. At this moment, almost all of them have gathered around him.
Deng Yi wanted to go out and call Zhou Ji'an again. With that thought, his hand naturally reached for his phone and opened their chat window.
A new message popped up.
Zhou Ji'an: I moved all my things from Lu Jiani's house here.
Deng Yi was able to catch his breath and typed on the keyboard with one hand: Wait for my call.
"Is the female lead in 'Xidongcao' based on a real person?" actress Zhang Shuyi asked, still sipping her beer.
Several actors who liked movies and had read reviews of Deng Yi's other works all turned serious.
A few industry insiders and viewers, like Zhang Shuyi, criticized Deng Yi for lacking sincerity in all his works after "Xi Dong Cao," and also felt that Deng Yi's recent film "Zhi Ji" was made by someone with no life experience.
Zhang Shuyi's question implied that he wanted to point out specific problems with some of Deng Yi's works in front of Deng Yi.
"Is it true that once people are away from the lives of ordinary people for too long, they can no longer create stories about ordinary people?" Zhang Shuyi felt like she was really drunk, otherwise she wouldn't have had the courage to say what she really thought.
My phone vibrated slightly.
Deng Yi received another message from Zhou Ji'an: Stop fighting, get some rest, and be careful not to catch a cold.
"Xi Dongcao has a prototype, and other works also have prototypes. The reason why other works are not as good as Xi Dongcao is simply because my level is only so high." Deng Yi's expression remained gentle, and his faint smile was like a blurry light, making it impossible for people to see or discern his true emotions at this moment.
"How could that be?" Zhang Shuyi let out a half-silent hiccup. "It must be because you've made too much money and your attention is no longer on ordinary people."
Song Yufeng suddenly thought of Zhou Ji'an, the name Yu Xi had repeatedly mentioned, and Yu Xi's guess.
He observed Deng Yi's expression, then glanced at the others, his lips moving repeatedly, but he couldn't voice his thoughts.
Fearing that Qin Shuyi would continue to offend Deng Yi, her friend quickly covered her mouth and changed the subject: "Director Deng, I remember you said before that you were against marriage, so why did you suddenly get married this year?"
Someone laughed and chimed in, "Yeah, that's a really fast change. There are even rumors that you got married for the sake of the child."
Song Yufeng focused his attention on Deng Yi, not missing a single subtle expression or movement.
Yu Xi said that Deng Yi and Zhou Ji'an's marriage was fake, so she told him to wait a little longer.
Song Yufeng knew what he was waiting for, but he didn't know what Yu Xi was waiting for. Now, however, he seemed to know what Yu Xi was waiting for.
Yu Xi wanted to wait until Deng Yi admitted that his choice of Zhou Ji'an was merely to gain access to Zhou Ji'an's vivid life experiences as an ordinary person.
"My wife is my first love. I married her so that we could continue our romance," Deng Yi said with a frank and open smile, his features deep and cold, showing no sign of helplessness or frustration.
Song Yufeng suddenly felt that Deng Yi seemed to have been waiting for someone to ask him a similar question.
"Really?" someone exclaimed.
Zhang Shuyi sat up straight and questioned, "Director, haven't you always claimed to be single? You even said you'd never been in a relationship when you first started out?"
Deng Yi explained nonchalantly, "Those were just angry words, because our breakup was very unpleasant. She said I was too artistic and she preferred athletic types."
Song Yufeng thought Yu Xi's guess was correct, and he asked, "So it means you two didn't actually get back together before you got married?"
Deng Yi's gaze lingered briefly on Song Yufeng's face, his eyelids twitched, and he answered his question: "I've always had her contact information. One day I saw her post on her WeChat Moments saying she was going to marry someone else, and in my haste, I proposed to her first."
"Then didn't you steal someone else's girlfriend?" Song Yufeng and Zhang Shuyi said in unison, expressing what everyone else was thinking.
Deng Yi laughed out loud, and everyone could hear the sarcasm in his laughter.
Song Yufeng felt that Deng Yi deliberately let his mockery be conveyed through laughter, as if he hoped that his mockery would truly reach someone's ears.
“I’m not that bad,” Deng Yi said calmly. “What Ji’an said on her WeChat Moments was just to get rid of that person’s long-term harassment. But I didn’t know that at the time, so I proposed to her hastily out of jealousy and insecurity.”
The reality show "Xiao Ye" adopted a filming and broadcasting model.
When Zhou Ji'an saw Deng Yi's words on the show, there was only one day left before Wei Jinglin's wedding.
She was so frightened that she wanted to apologize to Wei Jinglin immediately, but before she did, she made a phone call to Deng Yi.
"What if Wei Jinglin retaliates against you?" Zhou Ji'an asked worriedly. "Why did you say those things on the show!"
Deng Yi seemed unconcerned about her worries, only muttering plaintively, "You still don't miss me."
Zhou Ji'an stared angrily at the calm face on the screen. "I've already agreed to attend Wei Jinglin's wedding. What if he brings up what you said on the show?"
Deng Yi said, "He won't bring it up again, and he won't admit that he harassed you."
But Wei Jinglin will find other ways to destroy their marriage.
After thinking it over calmly, Zhou Ji'an roughly understood Deng Yi's purpose in bringing up that matter.
Was he trying to strike first to prevent Wei Jinglin from using her past statements to slander her?
Perhaps Wei Jinglin used their chat history on WeChat Moments to threaten Deng Yi into attending the wedding?
Zhou Ji'an released his aching lip and asked in a soft voice, "Are you tired?"
"Hmm?" Deng Yi raised his hand and touched his chin. "Why do you ask that? Do I look haggard?"
He was not haggard at all; on the contrary, he was radiant.
Zhou Ji'an shifted his gaze slightly, but his eyes involuntarily fell on his pale chest.
Who would wear a black shirt with several buttons undone in the heavy snow of the North?
Oh, by the way, the indoor heating in the north is very strong.
"Didn't you eat dinner properly?" Deng Yi asked, his fingers twirling the front of his shirt.
The area of white becomes larger, and the shaded areas become even more intriguing.
Zhou Ji'an's eyes darted around uncontrollably as he replied, "I'm done eating."
"Why are you still drooling after you've finished eating?" Deng Yi's lips curled slightly.
Zhou Ji'an quickly realized that Deng Yi was teasing her again, and her face turned red as she said, "That's because I'm thirsty."
"Dry mouth and throat?" Deng Yi raised his eyebrows slightly.
Zhou Ji'an didn't know if it was because his words were getting more and more suggestive, or if his thoughts were getting more and more suggestive, but he suppressed his embarrassment and said, "It's easy to get a dry mouth in winter."
Deng Yi smiled and said, "I'll be going home in five days."
"Who cares how long it will take you to get home?" Zhou Ji'an said angrily, turning his face to the side and looking at the large leaves of the Monstera deliciosa to calm his breathing.
"Once I get home, you shouldn't be so thirsty you'll be drooling." Deng Yi unbuttoned the remaining buttons on his shirt with one hand.
Zhou Ji'an was driven crazy by Deng Yi's words, but the person speaking to her was very serious, making it seem like her feelings were just her imagination.
Deng Yi's deep, powerful, and passionate voice reached Zhou Ji'an's ears.
"Jian, I'm at the hotel."
Zhou Ji'an was bewitched, and his gaze returned to him.
He had already taken off his shirt.
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