under the rose

Chapter 38 Happy Birthday

Wen Shichuan's next wave of announcements is the announcement of the movie's theme song.

Fu Xingyun heard it immediately, and was a little surprised.He originally thought that such a lonely and melancholy movie should have a quiet piece of music to match it, but the melody of the theme song is unexpectedly restless. It is obvious from the singer's voice that he is not very old, and there are some Youthful, serious and dazed, resentful and lonely.

The restless melody finally returned to silence, and the last line of lyrics was almost hummed in silence.The lyrics were written by Yu Xiangwan, and the last sentence was used, so Fu Xingyun went to check it out.

"There is a fire in everyone's heart, and people passing by can only see the smoke."*

The humming male voice was really like smoke in the end, light and ethereal.Fu Xingyun looked at the singer's name, it was called Tan Ziming, he didn't know him, he was very strange, and his name was also very strange.Out of curiosity, Fu Xingyun searched the Internet casually, and found that the company that Tan Ziming belonged to was actually the same as himself.

Fu Xingyun stared wide-eyed, sat up from the sofa, and looked carefully. There was very little information on Tan Ziming on the Internet, and he didn't even find a photo, but he indeed belonged to the same company as himself.This company is just a name, but it was just created by Meng Qing when he was preparing for Fu Xingyun. The direct person in charge of the company is Meng Qing, that is to say, this Tan Ziming was signed by Meng Qing, and Wen Shi Chuan and Meng Qing got on the line again.

Fu Xingyun couldn't figure it out, thinking that he would ask Meng Qing another day, but he didn't know who this Tan Ziming was.

His action power is far inferior to the majority of netizens, who quickly dug up this photo of Tan Ziming.It's not a still photo or a poster advertisement, it's just a photo of life, with long legs bent, sitting on a basketball, lowering his head and pressing his eyebrows, looking up at the camera inadvertently, his face covered with sweat.

Netizens relished that the handsome guy sang well, which undoubtedly gave Wen Shichuan's movie a talking point.

During this period of time, Fu Xingyun and Wen Shichuan had no contact with each other.But Fu Xingyun is not anxious or in a hurry, this kind of disconnection seems to be part of the tacit understanding, their relationship seems to be walking on a new road, and all the changes in the middle make Fu Xingyun feel novel and happy .

He hasn't felt this kind of pure happiness for a long time. This kind of happiness does not come from a specific thing, but a state. He is happy eating breakfast, drinking water, sitting on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, even if he does nothing. It's fun to say nothing, do nothing, or look at it.

Fu Xingyun suspected that something was wrong with him. Autumn was supposed to be a bleak season, but he felt full of vitality. The autumn rain turned into spring rain, causing the big tree to sprout new branches.At the beginning, there were some announcements looking for him one after another, most of them wanted to find out the bottom line of the movie through him, but Fu Xingyun didn't agree, and An Anxin created a new image of himself at home until he received Invitation card for premiere.

His invitation card was delivered by Xiao He, Wen Shichuan's assistant. There was no fancy design, just the title, time and place of the film.In the blank space is a poem written by Wen Shichuan and his own name.

"In the evening, the bell rings to go to the garden, and the rain passes through the city of spring."

Wen Shichuan's handwriting is extremely beautiful. He has practiced willow style since he was a child, and his bones are strong and resolute.The ink was dry, and when Fu Xingyun touched it, the places where the strokes passed were uneven, piercing through the back of the paper.Fu Xingyun took a photo of the invitation card, sent it to the social platform, and then pressed it squarely under the glass of the study table.

Lidong was Wen Shichuan's birthday, so Fu Xingyun sent him a message.

"Come and eat."

After sending the message, he didn't look at his phone anymore, and threw it aside, not paying attention to the reply.Fu Xingyun hasn't cooked seriously for a long time.What kind of kitchen is it? When you are busy, day and night are reversed. Even if you have spare time, you are resting and sleeping. The kitchen has never turned on the fire a few times.

Wen Shichuan's cooking skills are very bad, not just bad, but completely bad, he can treat salt like sugar.On the contrary, Fu Xingyun's cooking skills are not bad, he slowly spent most of the day cooking a meal.The doorbell rang just as the fish soup in the pot was bubbling.

Fu Xingyun was about to cook, he didn't have time to take off his apron, he hurried to open the door, Wen Shichuan was standing outside, and arrived as promised.

He hasn't cooked for a long time, and he feels a little flustered.Wen Shichuan came so early, he was a little nervous and anxious, scratching his head irritably, and rushed back into the kitchen with the door open.It was already dark outside, and the lights in the house were not turned on. The vinyl record player was playing jazz, the lights in the kitchen were yellow, and the sound of "sizzling" from the frying pan filled the room.

Wen Shichuan stood in the entrance for a long time before walking in. He took off his shoes, did not put on slippers, and walked in barefoot.

Fu Xingyun took the vegetables out of the pot, turned the heat of the soup to the minimum, and hurriedly took the vegetables out, almost bumping into Wen Shichuan who was standing by the kitchen door.

He said, ''Oh, jang, jang--'

The dishes are all placed on the dining table, which is next to the large French windows.After Fu Xingyun set up the dishes, Shi Chuan followed him to the table, and said, "I'll wash it up, it smells all over, eat first when you're hungry."

Fu Xingyun hurriedly took a shower, and when he came out, his slightly long hair was still wet.When he came out, the dishes on the table hadn't moved yet, Wen Shichuan sat quietly by the table, looked out the window, and turned his head when he heard footsteps.

"Aren't you hungry?" Fu Xingyun asked.

Wen Shichuan said the first sentence of the night, he said: "Waiting for you."

Fu Xingyun avoided his gaze, lowered his head and blinked, sniffed and went to the kitchen to bring out the stewed soup. The milky white fish soup was poured into a bowl.When they sat and ate, Fu Xingyun felt as if they had passed away while eating. The last time they ate face to face like this was not known how many years ago.

"Is the premiere the day after tomorrow?" Fu Xingyun was the first to open the topic.

Wen Shichuan nodded and buried his head in eating. Fu Xingyun didn't eat much, but Wen Shichuan was like a bottomless pit, and he ate a lot in one go.

Fu Xingyun asked: "Who did you invite?"

Wen Shichuan counted them one by one: "The media, film critics, and some directors."

"Will you be nervous?"

Wen Shichuan asked him back: "Are you nervous?"

"It's okay." Fu Xingyun lowered his head and stirred the soup in the bowl with a spoon, "What does the poem on the invitation card mean?"

Wen Shichuan backed up and said: "In the evening, the bell rings to go to the garden, and the rain passes through the spring city. If you don't care about yourself, you will return to love when you are in the hall."*

Fu Xingyun waited for the next sentence, but Wen Shichuan closed his mouth again, and he urged with some embarrassment: "I don't understand. What do you mean?"

"It's waiting." Wen Shichuan lowered his head and smiled, "The evening bell rang, and it was raining again. I don't know if those who are waiting will come up, but I am very eager to meet you."

Fu Xingyun also lowered his head and whispered, "Is every card handwritten?"

Wen Shichuan said, "I only wrote one."

Only one is written, which one is self-explanatory.

At the end of the meal, most of it was eaten by Wen Shichuan, like a starved ghost reincarnated.In the end, Fu Xingyun was afraid that he would be full, and consciously stood up to clean up the dishes.Wen Shichuan quickly said, "I'll come and digest it."

The headlights were not turned on in the room, only a faint yellow chandelier was turned on on the dining table. Fu Xingyun has always disliked an environment that was too bright.Wen Shichuan was washing dishes in the kitchen, Fu Xingyun opened a bottle of white wine, poured half a glass, sat on the bay window, hugging the pillow in a daze.

It seems to be dreaming.

My career is developing in a good place, love seems to be back again, what is there to be dissatisfied with, I just hope that the dream can be longer.

Wen Shichuan came out of the kitchen wiping his hands, only then did Fu Xingyun notice that he seemed to have dressed up on purpose today, instead of wearing the usual t-shirt and jeans, he was wearing a navy blue casual shirt, with his hair combed back back.Fu Xingyun touched the gift box hidden behind his buttocks, and said, "Guess, is there a gift today?"

Wen Shichuan sat cross-legged on the other side of the bay window, and said, "I guess there is."

Fu Xingyun curled his lips and said, "I guessed wrong, no."

"there must be."

Fu Xingyun sang against him: "Definitely not."

"I've seen it all." Wen Shichuan's eyes were full of smiles, there were lights from Wanjia lights outside the window, and the light from Wanjia lights was hidden in his eyes.

Fu Xingyun said, "I read it wrong."

Wen Shichuan leaned forward to get the gift that Fu Xingyun hid behind him, Fu Xingyun hid behind him, and the two fought back and forth genuinely and falsely.Fu Xingyun was ticklish, Wen Shichuan deliberately scratched his waist, Fu Xingyun half-lyed on the bay window, laughing until tears came out, twisting and turning to avoid Wen Shichuan's mischievous hand.

Fu Xingyun lay lower and lower, Wen Shichuan was on top of him, caught off guard and bit the tip of Fu Xingyun's nose.Fu Xingyun gritted his teeth, showing his flaws, and Wen Shichuan got the gift box hidden behind him.

"Can it be opened?" he asked.

Fu Xingyun rubbed his nose and said angrily, "No."

Wen Shichuan didn't listen to him.The velvet gift box in his hand was black, and after gently opening it was a watch. The dark blue dial like the night sky was full of stars and moons inlaid with diamonds, shining brightly.

"I saw that you didn't bring a watch, so you chose this one." Fu Xingyun sat back against the wall again, and said a little nervously, "I don't know if you like it or not."

Wen Shichuan was still watching seriously.

Fu Xingyun muttered: "I've thought about it for a long time. Sending a watch is the best. You said your name represents time, so I don't know if you like it or not. It's precious if you don't like it. up"

Wen Shichuan raised his head and said seriously, "I like it."

When he seldom smiled like this, when he smiled, even the sharp facial features softened, and his eyes were slightly squinted, like a big cat that was satisfied.He said, "Help me wear it."

Fu Xingyun blushed, avoided his gaze, and whispered, "Happy birthday."

The author says:

*by Van Gogh, a sentence I love very much. Last summer, I went to the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam. It was very shocking. I am planning a plot to let them participate in a variety show to go to Amsterdam, the red light district or something. It must be very exciting (hee hee

*by Wang Wei, the ancient poems in this article basically come from Wang Wei, and several names are also thought of from Wang Wei's poetry collection. I like Wang Wei's poems very much recently.

The next few sweet chapters, everyone eats candy~