Li Zhi didn't hold the lunch box firmly, and was shocked by his two unfamiliar words.

The rice grains on the ground were messy, and Li Zhi quickly squatted down to clean up. Fortunately, his long hair covered his side face, and no one could see her panic.

Song Yancheng put his pocket in one hand, rubbed his cuffs a little, revealing half of the platinum dial on his wrist. He turned sideways, and the smile on the corner of his mouth has not dissipated for a long time. Meng Weixi glanced at the expression of his close friend while greeting others. Tsk, there is no more.

The recording at night was on a farmhouse rooftop, and it was a scene of chatting after dinner.

The program team carefully arranged the rooftop, with streaming lanterns, wooden swings, rattan chairs and green plants hanging, which enriched the beauty and elegance of the Jiangnan water town. Five minutes before the recording, Meng Weixi arrived at the scene accompanied by the producer, and after greeting the director, the staff brought the chairs.

Meng Weixi sat in front of the display screen and patted the stool next to him, "Come on, see our stars."

The words are mediocre, and only Song Yancheng can understand the deep meaning.

Song Yancheng had trouble having sex in front of him, but he still sat down calmly. Two men with high spirits sat together, and the scenery was no worse than these real stars. Meng Weixi was low-key and did not show up in front of the camera. Except for a few people in charge, no one knew his identity.

The director gestured on the screen with his finger, "This is Huang Ze, Xu Niao Niao."

"The one who sings?"

"Yes, I debuted in the talent show last year." Director: "This is Teacher Jiang, Zhiruo, and Li Zhi. These three people just finished "Moonlight between Fingers". When it was released, the program was broadcast and they cooperated with each other to promote it."

This is why the program team invited Li Zhi. This movie is for the awards. Maybe Shi Zhiruo can be shortlisted for the best actress this year. At that time, the reputation and box office wins will naturally help this show.

Song Yancheng was not interested in these things, and his eyes left the screen and looked at Li Zhi.

Li Zhi sat next to her, and Mao Feiyu was putting on her makeup. They were in a dark place, and compared to other guests, they had a lower presence. Meng Weixi was half-smiling and half-serious: "Similar to heart-to-heart talks, do you have anything to know? I asked them to arrange a question, such as what kind of thing she likes."

He spoke in a low voice, and Song Yancheng heard it just enough.

Song Yancheng's expression clearly stated that he was sure to win, and he said in a low voice, "Is there any more to ask?"

Recording begins.

The lights suddenly turned on, and everyone was in their place. Fresh winter dates were placed on the rattan table, and the aroma of hot tea was filled with fragrance. Xu Niao Niao and Huang Ze walked in together. Xu Niao Niao was talking and laughing. Looking at the golden boy and jade girl, when she sat down, she originally wanted to go next to Huang Ze, and probably wanted to cook a CP or something. But Huang Ze walked straight towards Li Zhi, "Are there any delicious snacks recommended today?"

Li Zhihu rang, "You are a little brother, and fans are watching."

Huang Zeman is natural, "My fans often recommend snacks to me, and I will give you a little next time."

He ignored Xu Niaoniao and sat in the same row with Li Zhi.

Shi Zhiruo sat on the swing like a fairy girl, swaying comfortably, perfect in front of the camera. Jiang Qikun came a little late, holding a purple clay pot, and was very old cadre. The chat topic was originally scripted, but Teacher Jiang Qikun was quite a person who could control the scene and abandoned the rules and freely played. From traveling to eating to supernatural experiences, it would never let anyone get upset.

Xu Niaoniao is very tempted to show off. Huang Ze is moderate and polite in advance and retreat, and Shi Zhiruo will never make any mistakes. When talking about campus life, Huang Ze talked about his experience as a trainee in the United States. Xu Niaoniao is similar, talking endlessly and with both emotions.

Jiang Qikun asked Li Zhi: "Where did Xiaozhi go to high school?"

Li Zhi, who was quiet and quiet, smiled, "A small county town."

Huang Zezhi asked, "I have never known where your hometown is?"

Li Zhi said truthfully: "I don't know either."

Surprised at everyone's reaction, she pursed her lips, "Actually, I grew up in the welfare dean."

Even Jiang Qikun was shocked now.

"My life is quite simple. Both high school and college are funded by kind people to complete their studies, and do some part-time jobs to earn living expenses. There is nothing to say." Li Zhi's eyes were calm and calm, "Just come here."

This topic is somewhat scary, Huang Ze interrupted considerately, "Then have you ever had a boy you like?"... and just shifted the topic away.

The camera is still aimed at Li Zhi.

In front of the screen, Song Yancheng's breathing gradually slowed down.

Li Zhi's lips were always smiling, and the camera was still calm and composed. However, the two-second silence still revealed the emotions in his heart. No one knows, but Song Yancheng is so sensitive.

She smiled loudly and admitted generously, "A boy in college was very good."

After two hours of recording, Meng Weixi and Song Yancheng left half an hour earlier.

The warm wind blew on the spring night, and the two drove to the bar. The reason why they became friends was that they had similar smells. The two brothers had no other hobbies, but they liked to taste some wine. Meng Weixi arranged the driver to wait in the car, and the name of the bar was very exciting - Pansidong.

After clinking glasses and taking the first sip, Meng Weixi said: "Zhang Jiufu's recipes are better than it."

Song Yancheng asked: "Who is Zhang Jiufu?"

“My driver.”

Song Yancheng was speechless for a moment and sighed: "You are so able to say that, why can't you coax Xiao Zhao back?"

Meng Weixi took a deep breath, "I am your ancestor."

Song Yancheng nodded, "How much inheritance has he left for me? I'll ask the lawyer to come and count it."

"Can you be an individual? I'm useless to take you to visit my girlfriend for public service." Meng Weixi looked at everything and understood everything, "So, she knows whether you want to?"

Song Yancheng answered truthfully: "No."

"You two started to be very damn good at it, and I always think you have special hobbies."

"It's better than you, I can't even get my first love back."

Meng Weixi's voice was calm, "But I can only love one person in my life."

Song Yancheng: "Life is so long, don't move yourself with this."

He dared to tell the truth to Young Master Meng like this, and he could see through it himself, "I don't promise forever, at least at this moment, I will be responsible for my feelings."

Meng Weixi condemned, "You didn't even dare to let her know."

Song Yancheng smiled confidently, took a sip of wine, and whispered in a low voice, "Li Zhi has long been in love with me."

Meng Weixi was shocked, "Ah?"

Song Yancheng remembers all the details, which is also the support for his peace of mind. He is also considerate and considers others. "Girls want face, and her career has also improved. I don't want to surprise her, take it slowly," he said.

Meng Weixi sighed, "I'm a little bit."

Song Yancheng made a sound, "I know it in my heart, you don't understand."

Meng Weixi quickly thought, "Last time I heard from my cousin, I released an out-of-print bracelet in a Paris studio last month. Did you really buy it?"

Song Yancheng did not deny it, "Yes."

Meng Weixi was a little aggravated now, "Save the siege, compete for resources, visit the set, spend a lot of money to give jewelry, Song Yancheng, you are becoming more and more like a qualified financial backer."

Song Yancheng: "My financial boss only serves one person, don't use guns and sticks to mock him."

Meng Weixi smiled so romantic and gently clinked his glass, "Li Zhi is not bad, he is a good actor."

Song Yancheng raised his head and drank into his throat, his expression clearly showed a three-point insincere pride, "Of course."

Meng Weixi was so sad, but it was a good thing, and he was still happy for his buddy. "I will go back to Beijing for a meeting tomorrow. If you want to stay here for a few more days, you should pay attention to your degree."

Song Yancheng knew that this was a kind reminder, and he was afraid that it would have an impact on Li Zhi, so he could avoid right and wrong.

After drinking the last cup, Song Yancheng stood up, "I will also have a plane tomorrow, and your driver will lend me yours."

Meng Weixi sat in a high chair, supported the ground with his left leg on the ground, swung it half a circle and looked at the door, "Why do you want to go?"

Song Yancheng didn't answer, looked down at his phone, and the dialog box was the WeChat message he sent to Li Zhigang:

- Come out to see me.

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Li Zhi was still on the rooftop, and only a few staff members were left to clean up the equipment. Mao Feiyu told her about the company’s recent arrangements and talked about it now.

"Sister Feng is concerned about you, so she called me five times today, all of which were pretty loud nonsense." Mao Feiyu said while looking through the information, "I may go to Xinjiang next time I record... No, what do you always look down at?"

Li Zhi suddenly covered his phone, "Nothing."

Mao Feiyu's eyes became suspicious, and Li Zhi scratched the tip of his nose and pretended to be calm.

After talking about it, Mao Feiyu had some work to deal with and left. Li Zhi stayed on the rooftop until eleven o'clock, and then rushed to the agreed place, a small hill about a hundred meters away.

It is said to be a small hill, but it is actually a mound of soil, which is part of the renovation of the ancient town. A ancestral hall is built here.

The night is boundless, with only the wind and moon left. Li Zhi wrapped her coat and her head was as low as a turtle. Every time she took a step, her heart would tremble. She turned around and saw the faint light and shadow, the outline of Song Yancheng's long body standing.

His heartbeats faster, Li Zhi took a deep breath, ran over, and looked at him with a gaze.

Song Yancheng pursed his lips and was looked at by her and smiled.

Li Zhi: "I'm asking me to come here just to show me a smile?"

Song Yancheng: "..."

Li Zhi looked left and right, his expression still nervous.

"Why are you like a thief?" Song Yancheng asked.

"I'm still recording a show," said Li Zhi.

"Afraid of being photographed?"

"I have fans too." Li Zhi fisted, "100,000!"

"Jiang Qikun's 20 million fans are getting married and having children."

Li Zhi was confused by him, as if something was reasonable, "No, what's wrong with you asking me for?"

Song Yancheng had a heart attack for half a second, "I have to have something to come to you?"
To be continued...