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Xu Bai knew nothing about what was happening next door, he was still concentrating on filming. The scene being filmed now is his personal scene.
The play is on the third day when the story takes place. Shen Qingshu, who is troubled by many mysteries, falls into great confusion. He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't know who to talk to. He didn't even know whether the people who came to visit his home were really living in the long river of time, or were just upstream swimmers like him.
He walked alone in the deserted garden, and then looked at the wall full of ivy, stunned.
This scene is three minutes long. Although various empty spaces, distant views and even memories will be added during post-editing, Xu Bai is the only one standing there now. There are no lines or even any big actions.
This should have been a difficult scene to act, but he suddenly thought of Fu Xitang again. When Xu Bai saw him for the first time that day, he walked to this position and stood there, looking up at the small building in trance, as if he was missing something.
Yes, I miss you.
Shen Qingshu must also miss the past. His relatives once lived in this building, and he has many beautiful memories. However, the building was empty at the moment, as if it was not the same building he had lived in before.
He was still looking at the small building in the distance, but slowly closed his eyes, seeming to outline its past appearance in his mind. Then, his eyes slowly became a little moist, and the fingers hanging by his side moved slightly, as if he was remembering a certain nursery rhyme, gently beating the beat.
What was it like in the past?
Which nursery rhyme is it?
No one knows, but everyone seems to feel it.
In front of the camera, Yao Zhang and everyone on the crew couldn't help lowering their voices, and then slowly, slowly, looking at the rotating camera, Shen Qingshu, played by Xu Bai, suddenly opened his hands and fell back on the soft grass.
He opened his eyes again, looked at the blue sky above his head, and let out a long sigh of relief.
Finally, he remembered the situation when he died that day, so he couldn't help but reach out to the sky, trying to catch the plane flying over his head.
The sun was shining through his fingers, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the small building in the yard next door. There is a small terrace on the second floor of the small building, and there seems to be a figure there.
Um? Who was standing there watching him?
Xu Bai subconsciously acted out, but at this moment Yao Zhang shouted loudly: "Pass!"
Xu Bai sat up quickly. Before he could savor the joy of passing, he turned to look next door, but there was no one on the terrace. As he picked the blades of grass on his body, he thought - could it be the big boss?
Forget it, what do you want to do with so many thoughts?
Xu Bai shook his head, quickly put this episode behind him, and turned to discuss the performance with Yao Zhang.
On the other side, Fu Xitang walked into the room from the terrace with coffee, and walked down the stairs in a hurry. When he walked to the kitchen, he turned and glanced at the clock on the wall - three o'clock exactly, the time was just right.
So he walked into the kitchen and opened the lid of the pot, and a burst of fragrance hit his nostrils.
Gently stirring the ladle, he picked up the wooden tray next to him, and the white flowers on the tray unfolded automatically, turning into a square towel and spreading it on the tray.
Then he put down the tray and spread his hands. The ivy that poked its head out of the window seemed to be alive and obediently rolled up the dishes and handed them to him.
But he looked at the dishes, his brows furrowed into a subtle wrinkle, and asked, "Have you washed your hands?"
The ivy suddenly stood up straight nervously, all the leaves were standing up, and it seemed that they had not been washed.
"Wash." Fu Xitang said.
The ivy rolled the dishes back obediently, pushed away the water, and gave himself and the dishes a splashing shower. After rinsing, he cleverly wiped it with a towel before handing it to Fu Xitang again.
Fu Xitang touched the tip of its bud, and it shyly hid back out of the window and quietly poked its head out.
In the kitchen, Fu Xitang put the Tremella and Lotus Seed soup in a white delicate porcelain bowl. His sleeves were rolled up slightly, revealing a fair wrist.
The most amazing thing is that his fingers just lightly brushed over the bowl, and a few petals fell from his fingers and dotted on the surface.
Ayan poked her head out from the kitchen door and asked, "Sir, what are you doing? It smells so good!"
Fu Xitang turned around, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Have you finished weeding?"
Ayan: "No"
Fu Xitangsp; Xu Bai is equivalent to a third-level disability in the culinary world and can only make coffee and fried eggs.
A Yan was the one who opened the door for him. Xu Bai handed the thing to him and said, "Please tell Mr. Fu that the Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup is delicious. Thank you."
Ayan wrinkled her nose and said, "I know, but my husband never eats anything made by outsiders, and the same goes for coffee. He is very picky."
Xu Bai smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. The things have been delivered. I'll leave first."
A Yan shrugged, it didn¡¯t matter, it didn¡¯t matter, so he went in with the thermos cup. He ran all the way to the study, knocked on the door and entered.
"Sir, Xu Bai from next door gave you a gift in return." Ayan put the thermos cup on the table.
"You accepted it again?" Fu Xitang was reading a book and did not look up.
Ayan quickly explained: "It's just a cup of coffee, sir. I saw him making himself a cup."
Fu Xitang didn't say anything. After a while, he said again: "Let it go, don't go there again today."
"Oh" Ayan walked away tiredly. He actually liked Xu Bai quite a lot, and it was fun to watch them filming. But when his husband said so, he had no choice but to obey.
Soon, only Fu Xitang was left alone in the study room, just like in the past many years. After a long time, he put down the book and rubbed his eyebrows, and his eyes casually glanced at the thermos cup on the table.
It was a very ordinary metal thermos cup with no fancy decorations. There was a name engraved on the cup - Xu Bai. Obviously, this was a mark specially engraved by its owner so as not to lose it.
Fu Xitang looked at the name and quickly recalled the little snake demon lying in the grass that he saw on the terrace yesterday. At that time, his hair was a little messy and his body was still stained with grass clippings, but the way he was lying there and his expression suddenly reminded Fu Xitang of the past.
Fu Xitang knew he was acting. The story had nothing to do with No. 10 North Street, and the time in the play did not overlap with his memories.
But Xu Bai didn¡¯t bother him.
This made him a little relieved, because the unreliable Ye family finally did something reliable and did not recruit some weird people into his house.
Thinking of this, Fu Xitang unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup and took a look.
There are latte art on top of the coffee, which Xu Bai specially made to match his status as the big boss. He felt that although the etiquette was light but the affection was heavy, he did not try to get close to the big boss, but the other party was the big boss after all, and a bowl of lotus seed soup was made so delicately, so he was embarrassed to be too sloppy.
So he made a latte art and pulled out a begonia flower.
??Fu Xitang, Xifu Begonia?
¡°But Fu Xitang couldn¡¯t tell what it was at all. He could sum it up in two words¡ªit¡¯s really ugly.
Outside the house, the ivy sneaked around the window, glanced at Fu Xitang in the study, then turned around and climbed up the wall to call the brother next door. When the brother next door woke up, two ivy plants were lying on the wall and communicating with each other by making gestures with their leaves.
Brother: Brother, is it fun to film there?
Brother: It¡¯s not fun. They especially like to point at me and say, ¡°Look how good this ivy looks.¡± Your ivy has not looked like this for hundreds of years. It has never seen the world.
Brother: Yes.
Brother: Brother, have you spoken to that little monster that ate Mr. Lotus Seed Soup? He also sent coffee to Mr. today.
Brother: He is so courageous.
Brother: Yes, yes.
Brother: Even if he is disliked by his husband, we should not discriminate against him.
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