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Zhao Yimian also couldn't tell how things turned out like this.

"I saw a speech before, saying that many people always complain that they are living a life they don't want, and they don't have the time and energy to pursue what they like. The speaker said that liking is something to pay for. It’s meaningless to like something, if you really like something, you should do it without hesitation, instead of being pushed away by others, and complaining after you miss it, saying that you haven’t lived your life well.”

"I used to really like writing. For a long time, writing has been my spiritual support. I like to communicate with people on the Internet. I like the world without face-to-face. I like readers to praise my writing and others to discuss me. I have a dream of becoming popular one day, becoming a great writer, and being admired by all, and I am full of expectations for tomorrow every day..."

"But, but."

"I don't know when, I started to be afraid of code words. I was afraid that what I wrote would not be appreciated by readers. I was afraid that someone would point fingers at my writing and tell me that what I wrote was a pile of rubbish. I began to disbelieve the things I wrote less and less, obviously in the preparation stage, I was full of confidence and high spirits, but once I started to create, my self-confidence would drop rapidly until it fell to nothing..."

"I no longer believe that I will be popular, and my works will be published and turned into movies and TV shows. I dare not reply to readers' comments, because I am afraid of seeing bad content. I wrote a lot of things, but put them on the I dare not publish it in the hard drive, as if as long as it is not posted on the Internet for a day, they are perfect words that satisfy me.”

"Honey, do you think I'm useless!"

Zhao Yimian was extremely depressed.

She usually looks like a girl full of vigor, if she doesn't show a moment of fragility, it's hard to see the delicateness of her heart, but Shen Mingchu knows that her little girl has a heart that is more gentle and sensitive than many people.

Perhaps because she lost her father since she was a child and lived with her mother alone, Zhao Yimian learned to take care of other people's emotions early on—although they both grew up in single-parent families, their mothers were two completely different people, It also brought about the exact opposite living environment.

Zhao Yimian's father, Ms. Song's husband, died in a car accident in his early years. When he was born, Zhao Yimian was less than two years old. His memory of his father was only a thin image in the photo, and there was almost no impression left in his memory. Ms. Song After that, she did not remarry, took the compensation, opened a flower shop, and lived a single-parent life with a single daughter.

Perhaps it was because of her husband's death that she was unwilling to start a stable married life, so Ms. Song's lovers changed one after another, but none of them remained and became Zhao Yimian's father.

Children without fathers have to suffer some grievances at school. Zhao Yimian has a big heart, and Ms. Song is not so delicate. Two noisy little sisters, Zhao Yimian has developed a temperament of putting others first...

Even in the face of such a particularly independent matter as writing and creating, she couldn't say the words "I love my writing or not" like those very individual authors.

She wants the characters she creates to be flawless and to be liked by everyone.

Instead, it turned out to be a tasteless tasteless rib.

Zhao Yimian was too aware of her crux, but she couldn't correct it.

"Mianmian, you are amazing."

She needs someone to affirm her, to affirm her over and over again, again and again.

Shen Mingchu took her out of his arms, put nose to nose with her, forehead to forehead, looked directly into her eyes, seriously, and said over and over again: "Mianmian, you are really amazing, Super super powerful, all the people in the world combined are not as powerful as you alone, think about it, no matter how good other people write, if they marry a wife, is your wife as good-looking? You are [-]% in this point, there is no doubt Life is a winner!"

"Narcissist..." Saying this, Zhao Yimian laughed uncontrollably.

She muttered, "I don't even know what you like about me!"

"Why do I have to like a certain point of you, but not the whole of you?"

"There must be a reason for a person to like another person!" Zhao Yimian said anxiously.

"Mianmian, there's no reason to like someone." Shen Mingchu touched the tip of her nose, "Some people will fall in love with another person crazily and for no reason at the first sight. Attraction has no reason or reason, it can easily drive a sane man crazy and a wise man stupid. This is the charm of love and why it has always been Artists are always singing the praises of love, because it is full of uncertainty, and it is this uncertainty that makes it full of charm."

"If a person likes another person just because of certain qualities in the other person, such as kindness, such as filial piety, that is not true liking, at least this kind of liking has nothing to do with love, because kind people may love to take advantage , A filial person may have domestic violence. While you like his good side, you must also face his bad side. If what you fall in love with is not the whole, but only a certain part, one day, you will love The liking on the good side is wiped out, leaving only dislike."

"Now everyone pays attention to the right family. What is the real right? It doesn't mean that your family has 1000 million, and my family has 1000 million, so we should be together. It doesn't just refer to the same values ​​and consumption concept, but more importantly Yes, if two people can see each other's charm and attract each other, this kind of love and marriage can last forever."

"I don't have any charm..." Zhao Yimian's ears felt hot.

"Mianmian, do you know what attracts you to me?"

"What is it?" Zhao Yimian was very curious.

"It was the first time we met. There was a voice in my heart telling me that this person is yours, and it must be yours. No matter what method you use, how shameless it is, you must tie her by your side , let her be your person."

"Mianmian, you have a rich fragrance that you don't even know about."

"I am a butterfly bound by fate, struggling to find my own flower, and you are the only one."

"Mianmian, I like you."

"Why, why are you saying such nasty things all of a sudden! I'm getting goosebumps!"

No. 1 in demolition atmosphere, Zhao Yimian is comparable to Huskies.

Shen Mingchu didn't care about her awkwardness and arrogance.

In the past, she was unwilling to say these words out of her mouth, always feeling that there were some things buried in her heart, which only needed to be done, not to be said.

Now she already understood——

If you don't take the time to say something, maybe when you really want to say it, you will never have a chance to talk about it.

I love you, Mianmian.

She will say this sentence many, many times.

So much so that Zhao Yimian's ears get calloused, and she will never stop.

……

Zhao Yimian sat in front of the computer today and didn't write a single word.

But when she went to bed at night, she fell asleep quickly for the first time without taking melatonin.

It was as if someone broke the layers of shackles on her body and told her, "Mianmian, you can do it."

Shen Mingchu hugged the girl and lovingly kissed her forehead.

After the daily decadence, Zhao Yimian was a salted fish full of vitality the next day.

Shen Mingchu always wakes up earlier than her, she has the habit of getting up early to exercise, often Zhao Yimian wakes up smelling the smell of breakfast, Shen Mingchu has already gone for a run, and bought fresh vegetables by the way.

Today it was rare for her to wake up earlier than Shen Mingchu.

The woman was still asleep, her expression stable.

Zhao Yimian observed the details on the woman's face.

Her eyebrows are the kind of wild eyebrows that look good and natural without much refinement. The contours of the eyebrows, the peaks, and the tails of the eyebrows are quite clear, and the concentration is consistent. They will not be too dark like Crayon Shin-chan, nor too light to lose their flavor. Her roots are taller than ordinary people, and she looks a bit mixed, but her overall facial features have the appearance of a very oriental beauty——

No wonder she can take all Chinese and foreign fans.

Such a face, whoever it grows on, will make people sigh, it is the preference of the Creator.

Zhao Yimian sneaked up and kissed the corner of her soft lips.

He left quickly again, bubbles of joy popping up in his heart.

What she didn't notice was that the corners of the lips of someone she had kissed were secretly upturned.

……

Zhao Yimi stretched out his hand, and the life of opening his mouth was over.

There is no other reason, Shen Mingchu is going to join the filming group.

The filming location is in Shangdan City, which is not far from Donghai City, and it only takes a few minutes more than two hours by high-speed train.

Before leaving, Shen Mingchu thought about taking Zhao Yimian away together, but the latter hesitated for a moment, crossed his hands and said no.

"I won't go, you are going to work, I will definitely distract you..."

Zhao Yimian walked up to Shen Mingchu, hugged her coyly, "You miss me."

Shen Mingchu hugged his considerate little wife, "It's a little inconvenient to be on the set, people come and go, sometimes my work and rest will be very unstable, it may affect your creation, you can stay at home, But remember to eat, send me a message when you go out, you are not allowed to stay out overnight, you must be home before ten o'clock, and you have to make video calls with me every night..."

Zhao Yimian: "..."

She was still a little reluctant to let go, and she blew up, "Honey, why are you stricter than my mother!"

When she was at home, her mother never cared about her so strictly!

If you don't come home at night, at most, you can call her and tell her to go home. Be gentle and don't disturb her!

Shen Mingchu narrowed his eyes: "You disagree?"

Zhao Yimian's desire to survive suddenly ignited like a torch: "Of course I...agree! How could I not agree! I agree [-]% with my wife's rules. One-ten-thousand cooperation, don't worry, I will be obedient at home, honest, and never run around!"

Only then did Shen Mingchu place a rewarding kiss on her forehead, "Be good, be obedient."

Regarding the matter of keeping Zhao Yimian at home, Shen Mingchu was quite at ease.

Zhao Yimian's house property, even her, has to say a word of service in capital letters. This is a person who can really say that if she doesn't go out for a month, she will never take a step forward. In this little nest she prepared for her, she lived well.

At first, Zhao Yimian didn't really realize what it meant for Shen Mingchu to film.

Her nerves are really slow as hell. When she helped pack the luggage, she was just a little reluctant to part. What's more, she felt that there would be nowhere to eat in the future, so she could only order takeaway by herself. Until Shen Mingchu got into the elevator, her eyes fell on the red on the number keys, staring blankly at the number on it getting smaller and smaller, until it became 1, suddenly rushed into the room like crazy, lying on the window facing the community, watching the black nanny car pass by The boulevards in the community are gradually leaving.

Suddenly, it was as if a piece of her heart had been dug out with a spoon.

Chest tightness, shortness of breath, and throughout the next afternoon, she felt that her breathing was not smooth and her body was not very comfortable.

No matter what she did, she felt irritable. She had always been a buddha-style gamer, and she scolded her teammates when she played the game for the first time.

"What's the matter with Zhong Kui, did you let the hook go only after you saw it? Are you hooking loneliness?"

"What is Daji doing in a daze? You're dizzy! Turn up the power! Are you dizzy yourself?"

"Can Hou Yi zoom in faster? Are you suffering from kidney deficiency after shooting the sun?"

Defect!

Snapped--

Zhao Yimian threw the phone on the bed, furious.

"Ahhh, I'm so pissed off, I want to hug my wife, what kind of teammate, I can't move at all!"

She turned her head and realized that there was no one beside her pillow.