Zhutian Film and Television: Happiness starts from childhood

Chapter 124
Zhao Hao returned home humming a song. He immediately walked to the record player in the corner and played a relatively soothing classical music record. He listened to the music while waiting for Tong Wenjie.

The two of them didn't chat very frequently in the recent period, but they would chat a few words every day, occasionally teasing each other and sometimes having heart-to-heart conversations. The feeling never subsided, but became stronger.

In the living room, Zhao Hao placed some fresh fruits, some beef jerky, and two glasses of whiskey with ice cubes on the table, waiting for Tong Wenjie's arrival.

Maybe she was too well prepared, but she didn't come for half an hour. Zhao Hao couldn't wait any longer, so he ate a slice of lemon and took a sip of whiskey alone.

The sourness of lemon and the refreshingness of whiskey poured into Zhao Hao's Tianling Gai, and he who was still feeling a little lost was instantly resurrected with full blood.

"Dangdang"

Finally, there was a pleasant knock on the door. Zhao Hao smiled and sat up from the sofa, and calmly walked forward to open the door for the guest.

Tong Wenjie, who was outside the door, wore the same baggy gray sweater and denim wide-leg pants that she had worn when they met downstairs, but she changed her high heels to something better.

"Does it look good? Does it make your eyes light up?" Tong Wenjie saw the slight disappointment in Zhao Hao's eyes and asked with a smile.

Her outfit obviously hasn't changed at all from before, right?
No sincerity at all!

Zhao Hao looked at her for three seconds, then made way for her to enter the house. At the same time, he smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly and said:

"Maybe it's my poor eyesight, but I really don't see any changes between you now and when we met downstairs, except that your high heels have been changed to a more fashionable style."

Tong Wenjie raised her head proudly and walked into the house. She did not choose to change her shoes, but walked to the living room of Zhao Hao's house on high heels.

The stiletto heels she wore walked on the wooden floor, making a crisp sound of "ta da da da da". The sound was very charming, but what she was wearing was not charming.

"Is it possible that there is a universe inside?" Zhao Hao looked at the woman who was already sitting on the sofa and asked in a tentative tone.

"Have you prepared wine?" Tong Wenjie did not answer his question, but picked up the glass of wine that Zhao Hao had drunk, lowered her head and took a sip.

Seeing that she refused to say anything, Zhao Hao simply stopped asking questions. Instead, he smiled and sat next to her, picked up a piece of lemon, put it into his mouth, chewed it, and then immediately took a sip of whiskey.

"How do you drink this?" Tong Wenjie asked with a smile.

"Made by myself, refreshing!" Zhao Hao opened his closed eyes and said to her with a smile.

Tong Wenjie smiled and said nothing, picked up the wine glass and tried his method. As a result, the originally smiling face instantly put on a mask of pain.

She spat out the lemon slices with a look of astonishment on her face, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and turned her head aggrievedly to look at Zhao Hao, who was sitting aside and snickering.

"you are so bad!"

"You saw it yourself just now. I drink like this too. I'm not trying to do you any harm." Zhao Hao handed her a piece of cantaloupe with a smile on his face.

Faced with Zhao Hao's overture, Tong Wenjie raised her eyebrows lightly and asked, "Is this how I should feed me fruits?"

How can we still feed this way if we don’t feed this way? It can’t be...
After being prompted, Zhao Hao smiled "hehe", quickly adjusted his strategy, and began to feed Tong Wenjie fruits in a way that she loved.

The distance between the two people narrowed, and Tong Wenjie also opened her heart to show him the careful preparations she had just made upstairs.

Sure enough...there is a universe within.

According to Song Qian's understanding, the best outfit to wear when welcoming a boyfriend is something that can still be worn out of the house, something that will be looked at twice when you wear it;
But Tong Wenjie, who is of a higher rank than her, knows that the best outfit to wear to welcome her boyfriend is actually something that can only be seen by her boyfriend and must not be worn outside.

And it’s the kind that you can’t even wear at comic shows.

"Is this a pearl? This is the first time I've seen it." Zhao Hao was stunned by what he saw. He could only pick up the wine glass and pretend to smile calmly.

"Does it look good?" Tong Wenjie did the classic pose seen on the cover of a fashion magazine, looking at the man in front of her charmingly.Zhao Hao looked at it for a long time and then slowly said:

"This is true art!"

"Bah, showing off!" Tong Wenjie blushed and rolled her eyes at him, then deliberately took two steps closer to him.

She was already so sincere, so naturally Zhao Hao couldn't do anything.Putting down the wine glass in his hand, he reached out generously and gently hugged her slender waist, pulling her into his arms.

Zhao Hao knew that she had prepared carefully for half an hour today and she definitely had something in mind, but he could not give in easily and must firmly grasp the initiative.

Only by taking the initiative can she listen to herself in the future and devote herself wholeheartedly to herself.

Just as the music in the record player stopped, Zhao Hao smiled and patted Tong Wenjie's smooth shoulder and said with a smile:
"Play one more song so that we can live up to such a good time."

"What do you want to hear?" The sides of Tong Wenjie's cheeks were like a layer of sugar-coated hawthorns, shiny and red.

"It depends on your preferences. I believe you understand art." Zhao Hao leaned on the sofa and looked at her with love in his eyes.

She smiled charmingly, turned towards the record player, carefully selected among the records, and finally chose "On the Wings of Song" written by Heine.

Zhao Hao had never heard this song before he bought it, but when the melody sounded, he smiled, and his eyes towards the woman in front of him became much softer.

Tong Wenjie does understand art. There is actually an innocent little girl hidden in her heart, who dares to love, hate and face her heart bravely.

Sitting back on the sofa, Tong Wenjie hugged Zhao Hao's shoulders with her hands, closed her eyes and listened to the song quietly, with a sweet smile on her lips that made her forget all her troubles.

The artistic lyrics, accompanied by the melodious singing, echoed in the living room and fell into the ears of a man and a woman in the living room.

Tong Wenjie was no longer anxious, and Zhao Hao was not anxious either. The two of them listened to the song together, humming their favorite passages along with the lyrics from time to time.

When the singing slowly fell silent, Tong Wenjie slowly opened her eyes, looking deeply at the man in front of her. The two looked at each other and smiled, and they could enter each other's heart without any more words.

After the kiss, Tong Wenjie shyly whispered:

"I want to hear it again."

"That's what I meant." Zhao Hao looked at her gently.

"Then I'll go play the record again." Tong Wenjie smiled and was about to get up and go to the record player, but was stopped by Zhao Hao beside her.

He lowered his head and looked into her eyes, confessing affectionately: "I don't want you to go alone, I want to run towards beauty with you, Wenjie, are you willing?"

When Tong Wenjie heard what he said, a raging fire seemed to ignite in her eyes, almost engulfing her sanity.

"I've been waiting for your words for a long time..."

After receiving her response, Zhao Hao smiled and hugged her tighter. The two walked to the record player together and played the song again that made people feel that life is beautiful:
On the wings of that song,

Dear, please come with me.

Go to the bank of the Ganges,

The most beautiful place.

The garden is full of red flowers,
The moon is showing its brilliance...

(End of this chapter)