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Listening to the song and looking at the memories, Xiaochi¡¯s crying in the studio could not be concealed at all.
As the earliest witnesses of the "Workplace Couple" journey, everyone in Xiaochi watched with their own eyes how two strange souls went through confrontation, testing, and acceptance, then cautiously approached, and finally became infected with each other's color bit by bit.
The beauty shown on the screen at this time has comforted them in countless lonely days and nights, and given them confidence when they were disappointed in love. However, when they think about never seeing the two of them talk about "heartbeat" again, The cocoon was displayed to everyone, and everyone couldn't help but feel extremely sad, and their eyes became wet.
"Huh~~" Xiaoxia raised her head and took a deep breath, crumpled the soaked paper towel into a ball and threw it into the lunch box with only the residue, then turned around to pack her backpack.
"No, don't watch anymore, anymore?" Xiaochi cried so hard that he couldn't even breathe.
"I'll watch it after a few days." Xiao Xia said this, but she knew in her heart that she might not watch the last issue for a long time in the future. She would read the "Working Couple" part five or ten times, but she would skip the last issue every time. It seemed that as long as she didn't watch the last issue, Han Jue and Zhang Yiman would not be separated in her heart. She couldn't bear to separate them.
Xiaochi did not retain Xiaoxia. On the one hand, he had a very runny nose and could not let others see him in such a mess, otherwise he would lose the majesty of his boss. On the other hand, he could understand the reason why Xiaoxia ran away halfway, which was nothing but reluctance. The last episode finally returned to Da Tian, ??Da Tian, ??and he was actually very reluctant to watch it again. However, watching the program was not only his hobby, but also his job. He had to edit it as soon as possible after the program ended. To bring out the best, we also need to make heart-warming collections that look back on past issues, tearful collectionsall kinds of collections to spread the effect of getting off the train. While crying profusely, Xiaochi wrote down that the song "When You Get Old" should be cut out and distributed first.
Xiaoxia¡¯s departure did not disturb everyone who was immersed in sadness.
On the screen, Han Jue sang a song, and the camera broke away from memories and returned to reality.
What surprised everyone was that although Zhang Yiman¡¯s eyes were red and tears were falling in the close-up shot, his expression did not show much sadness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, filled with happiness.
"How is it?" Han Jue asked.
"It sounds good." Zhang Yiman wiped her tears.
"Looking at your expression, it sounds really nice?"
"It sounds great!" Zhang Yiman turned his head, rubbed his face against Han Jue's shoulder, and muttered: "I'm just sad."
Han Jue didn¡¯t ask why he was sad. Instead, he kissed Zhang Yiman¡¯s forehead and asked, ¡°What about now?¡±
"Still sad!" Zhang Yiman raised his head and pursed his lips.
Han Jue said: "Then give it back to me."
What else?
Zhang Yiman hugged Han Jue's neck with a smile and kissed him hard on the face.
"We're settled," Han Jue said.
"No, no, no! I haven't kissed you yet!" Zhang Yiman pressed Han Jue's hand, pulled his face away, and gave another mouthful on the other side.
¡¡¡¡Small dark room¡¡¡¡
¡¾I was only twenty years old when I came to participate in the show. I had a lot of expectations before I came. I thought that if I had a boyfriend, I would want him to do this and that for me. It would move me, just like in books and TV. However, my uncle told me very early on that he couldn't be romantic, he couldn't talk about love, he couldn't do things that moved me, and he asked me not to have any expectations in this regard. Of course I felt regretful at first, but there was nothing I could do about it. After all, I couldn¡¯t change my boyfriend, so I had to continue filming the show, right? ¡¿
¡¾Later, I matured a little, and I began to be glad that my uncle was not good at creating romance. Because if I meet someone who is good at creating romance, let alone whether I can tell whether the other person is good at tricks or is a natural romantic, it will give me the illusion that this is what real love is like. In this way, I will inevitably take many detours in my future love and life. Because true love is not sweet to the end. Love is the communication between two people's souls, with collisions and running-in. A cake with only cream is not a cake. People must know the bitterness and sweetness of life in order to mature. The same is true for love. People who only know sweetness are not attractive. ¡¿
[Throughout the days I spent with my uncle, I learned that true love is not only about simple giving, but also includes appropriate rejection, timely praise, decent criticism, appropriate debate, necessary encouragement, gentle comfort and effective urge. Although the uncle is clumsy and not good at romance, he occasionallyHe lowered his head, then raised it, imitating an airplane with his hands, staggering around Zhang Yiman to clear an open space.
Zhang Yiman didn't know how to dance, but he danced with great interest. After a while, he took Han Jue's hand and said "jump up" and started jumping on the spot. Zhangfa, completely immersed in his own world.
Han Jue was also happy to go crazy with her.
After playing Han Jue¡¯s song a few times, the bar¡¯s DJ came to work early - he couldn¡¯t miss the promotion. The DJ was very capable, and Zhang Yiman started a new round of dancing.
Zhang Yiman felt hot while dancing, so Han Jue helped her take her coat to the booth.
Zhang Yiman swayed slightly while waiting, looking at the men and women dancing enthusiastically around him, smiling brightly, feeling that the trip was worthwhile.
From the overhead camera, Xiaochi and the others saw Han Jue put down his coat and returned to the dance floor. However, Han Jue sneaked around behind Zhang Yiman, as if he had an ulterior secret, as if he was trying to play a prank.
Zhang Yiman in front of the camera still didn¡¯t know what was about to happen, and was still humming and swaying.
Han Jue came out from behind Zhang Yiman, closer, closer.
Everyone around looked at Zhang Yiman as if they were watching a show.
Under the nervous, expectant and curious eyes of everyone, Han Jue walked behind Zhang Yiman and took out something.
It¡¯s headphones.
Han Jue put an earphone on Zhang Yiman¡¯s ear.
In the ears of Xiaochi and others, the originally intense electronic music suddenly changed, and Han Jue¡¯s gentle singing voice suddenly sounded:
¡¾
Dreamsaremyreality
Dreams are my reality
theonlykindofrealfantasy
The only real dream
illusionsareacommonthing
Fantasy has become commonplace
Itrytoliveindreams
I try to live in a dream
Itseemsasifit'smeanttobe
It seems like it is destined to be this way
¡¡
] ("reality" - vladimircosma, the episode of the movie "First Kiss")
The moment Zhang Yiman was put on the headphones, her body was a little stiff and her eyes were wide open. But after hearing Han Jue's singing, she instantly put down all her guard.
She slowly turned around amid the dreamy music and looked at Han Jue, her eyes as gentle as water.
Han Jue grabbed her waist and took Zhang Yiman into his arms.
Zhang Yiman smiled without any resistance and reached out to hook Han Jue's neck. With a satisfied and happy smile, she closed her eyes and leaned her face on Han Jue's shoulder.
Han Jue smiled and hugged her gently, moving slowly and step by step according to the rhythm of her heart.
On the dance floor where the demons were dancing and the lights were flashing, they were the only ones standing hugging each other.
Forget the world, forget time.
It¡¯s like there are only two of them left in this world. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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