I Miss You

Although she said she didn't care, Qingcheng was tossed in bed that night and couldn't sleep. She carefully recalled what had happened since she reunited with Super. He was very friendly to her, and his occasional behavior was even "friendly" a bit abruptly-like putting clothes on her, waiting for her in the parking lot the evening before National Day, hugging her...

He shouldn't remember her, but he might like her a little bit now?

It seems that he really doesn't remember that he dumped her before.

At the end Qing Orange thought of it a little bit dumbfounded.

Looking at the time, it turned out that it was already more than two in the morning. She quickly stopped thinking about her and got up early tomorrow.

Before falling asleep, she wondered in a daze: Why did you dump me in the first place? I was so cute and obedient.

When Qingcheng arrived in the garden that day, she came in with Director Xu back and forth a little later than usual.

As soon as Director Xu saw her, he said, "Orange, come, come to my office."

Qingcheng carried his breakfast into Xu's temporary office.

Director Xu said while making tea: "The five major Kunqu Opera troupes across the country will once again jointly produce a new version of Kunqu Opera "Dream of Red Mansions". This time it is to promote newcomers and also to promote Kunqu Opera culture, so all actors will be cast publicly through online videos. It depends on the way."

""Dream of Red Mansions"? This is a big drama." Although Qingcheng didn't understand, when he heard the words "Dream of Red Mansions", he felt that it would not be a trivial mess. And it was done by several major theater companies, and it sounds like a luxury version.

"Well, I have actually made a version before. This time it's a re-sharpened book, and another audition cast. The main committee invited me to be a judge."

Qingcheng listened to her second uncle with troubles all the time: "What are you worried about?"

"Originally, I didn't want to go. After all, I was only a renunciation halfway through, and I didn't have the confidence to be a judge, that is, people give face. But I read the book and found that this adaptation focuses on the'play in play'. You know. Kunqu Opera was mentioned several times in "Dream of Red Mansions". This time the book is a very interesting combination of these plays and the main storyline. I am very interested, so she agreed to be a judge. "Director Xu sat on the official hat chair, took a sip of tea, and then said again, "But the key question is not whether I will be a judge, because I only need to pick out the cast for the past few days, but Super and Tong Anzhi If they go to participate in the casting, it will take some time to prepare, and the progress of "The Story of the Hosta" will definitely be affected. But this time the book is good and the leadership pays attention to it. I really don't want them to miss such a good opportunity. So, I I plan to move the performance time of "The Story of the Hosta" to mid-to-late November, or even December. In short, it will be staged after the selection of the "Red Mansion Preliminary"."

"At that time, the autumn colors were still there, so the arrangement is not a big problem." It was the best of both worlds.

Director Xu nodded, looked at his niece, and said, "I told you about this. The main reason is that I have to borrow your home for a while. On your dad's side, I reported with him earlier. I will use this garden until mid-November at most, but it will be postponed."

Seeing that his second uncle's face was insufferable, Qing Cheng smiled and comforted: "It's not too bad for a few days. You are also thinking about the younger generation of actors."

Director Xu felt a lot more comfortable, and said, "You kid, you really can talk." Director Xu paused, and then said jokingly, "Orange, taking your dowry for so long, my second uncle is still ashamed. Yes, when you get married, your second uncle will wrap you a big red envelope."

marry? The year of the monkey has happened.

After putting on a special plaster and resting at home for half a day and a night, Super felt that his condition was generally okay, so he went to the garden the next morning. On the path leading to the dressing room in the backyard, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

The sound came from the back of the rockery——

"That is indeed me, but we are not boyfriends and girlfriends...handling is an unintentional act...our classmates have been more than three years or four years, don't you believe me?"

"Aren't you out of town right now... Can I say no? I suddenly ran over and said to him that it would be rude to ask me to take a close-up high-definition photo of your front face? No, there are celebrities on your side... Oh He, he is not handsome too...Alright, don't say anything, let me take a sneak shot of him..."

"Who are you going to sneak a photo of?"

Super's voice suddenly appeared in his ears, and Qing Orange was really taken aback.

She hung up the phone hurriedly: "Are you all right?"

"It's almost there," Super said, taking a deep look at her phone.

Qingcheng really felt embarrassed, no one wanted to sneak a photo and was heard by the person involved, and he didn't know how much he heard or if he heard anything.

But I saw a hand stretched out in front of her, with a pair of lively kunqu opera dolls in the palms of her hands. Once in her life, she looks like Pan Sheng and Chen Gu in "The Story of the Jade Hairpin". They are very delicate and lovely, vivid and popular. In the words of "so cute and cute".

She heard Supere say again: "I still feel sorry for what happened yesterday, so I found a pair of gadgets to give you as compensation."

Qingcheng wanted to refuse, but she really liked it in her heart, and he hesitated for a while. Super did not urge her, but stood in front of her and waited quietly.

After a while, a drop of water fell on Qingcheng's face and it rained.

Super smiled suddenly and said, "God is urging you to accept it."

The place where they stood was some distance from the eaves of the corridor, and within a few seconds, the rain was heavy. Super stretched out his hand, put Green Orange in his arms, and ran to the nearest veranda with her.

When he entered the veranda, Super let go. He took the opportunity to put the pair of dolls into her hands, smiled at her, turned and left.

Qingcheng saw people walking far away, she took two deep breaths to calm her mind, but in her breath there seemed to be the breath of when he held her just now, she looked down at the pair of little dolls, and finally put them into her clothes bag .

The rain became smaller after a while, but it kept falling with a slanting wind and drizzle. Towards the evening, Qingcheng was ordered to rush to the Baizhou Kunqu Opera Troupe to hand in some materials for Xu Ershu. As soon as he came out of the leadership office, he rubbed shoulders with Zhao Nan at the corner.

Qingcheng was a little embarrassed to see that it was Zhao Nan. He hasn't contacted her since she expressed her attitude last time. However, based on politeness, she nodded at him.

"Green Orange." He also seemed a little unnatural, but he still called her.

Qingcheng didn't know what to talk to him, she said everything that should be said.

Seeing that she seemed to want to leave, Zhao Nan spoke again: "Do you know about the'Red Mansion Casting'?"

"know."

"If I also participate in casting, what do you think?"

"What?" Qing Orange was a little startled. Zhao Nan is a painted actor. The audition is compared to the three roles of Bao, Dai, and Chai, none of them can match his career.

"If I sign up for the niche group..."

Qingcheng was really surprised: "Kunqu Opera is difficult to change, right?" She heard her second uncle mentioned.

"It's difficult. But if you don't try, how do you know?" Zhao Nan seemed to be answering her, but also as if talking to himself.

Qing Orange was right to think about it, and said, "Well", "I wish you success." After that, she walked forward again.

Zhao Nan stood there, was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "If I fail, will you laugh at me?"

She stopped again and turned around: "How come?" No one's efforts should be made fun of.

"That's good." Zhao Nan didn't leave her again this time, and said "goodbye" with a genuine smile.

Qingcheng went all the way to the door of the Kunming Theater, still thinking: Why did Zhao Nan tell him this?

When I went back, the green orange kept driving very slowly because of the rain. As a result, when he was approaching the intersection where the garden was, the car in front suddenly braked, causing Qingcheng to rear-end. The swift impulse caused her to knock on the steering wheel. When the incident happened suddenly, she only felt dizzy for a while. Just at this moment, she heard the phone ring, and Qing Orange weakly pressed the answer button on the steering wheel.

"Hey?"

The other party fed three or four times before Qing Orange could hear Su Po's voice.

"Sorry, I, I crashed." Up to this moment, she was still a little confused.

"where is it?"

"The three forks outside the garden..."

After she finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The driver of the car in front came over and asked her a few words and asked her if she was okay. Qingcheng replied that it was okay, and the man called the traffic police. When she remembered that she wanted to call someone from the insurance company, she went too. Find the phone.

It was still raining outside. After she finished the phone call, she simply sat motionless in the car and waited, while also calming herself down.

Soon someone knocked on the glass of her car, Qing Orange turned her head and found that it was Super, and she hurriedly opened the car door.

Super leaned in with a damp body, and asked at the beginning, "How is it? Where is it hurt?"

Qing Cheng looked at the person in front of her, his expression looked worried...At this moment, she was still a little dizzy, and the lingering fears were still there. She rarely showed a soft emotion in front of him, and whispered: "My forehead hurts."

Super only felt as if his heart was pierced by a fine needle: "I will let Lin Yi come over and wait for the traffic police. You follow me to the hospital now.

"No, I'm fine, it's just that my forehead is hurt a bit."

"Really all right?"

"Really, I was driving very slowly and the collision was not serious. I was just shocked."

Super frowned and reached out his hand to touch the redness of her forehead. Qingcheng shrank subconsciously, but the warmth remaining on her forehead seemed to be alive, all the way down, reaching her heart. . Then it seemed to turn into a white butterfly on the apex of my heart, flapping its wings slightly.

Recently, this kind of emotion has come up from time to time, and Green Orange is now uncertain whether it has been dormant for a long time, resurgence, or a new bud. She rubbed her temples and waited until she calmed down before raising her eyes to look at him.

I saw him still in the rain, although it was drizzling, his shirt was already wet.

"Do you want to come in the car? The traffic police may take a while. In fact, I can just wait for myself...you can go back and work."

"My part is arranged."

After Super finished speaking, he circled to the other side of the car and got in the co-pilot.

In the confined space of the car, the breathing of the two is clearly audible. Qingcheng turned on the car music, otherwise it would be too quiet.

She had written a lot of famous Kunqu operas in it before, so she could do her homework. However, at this moment, what floated out was Su Po's "Mountain Peach Red": "For you, like a flower, like a river..."

When Super heard his own song, the corners of his mouth moved slightly and turned to look at her.

Qingcheng wanted to explain, and felt that if she said too much, she wanted to cover it up. In the end, she just smiled and said, "What a coincidence."

Super knew what she meant, and it was a coincidence that he randomly put his own among the many songs.

One song is over, and another song comes, this time it is "Lazy Thrush" by Zhang Wenyao, a former famous artist.

"Very diligent."

Qing Cheng lightly said "Um", "Um" and felt that her mentality was wrong, and she felt like she was pleased with the praise from the "teacher".

After that, the two of them stopped talking, only Qingyou singing in the carriage, and Qing Orange looked out the window, a little confused.

At the end of "Lazy Thrush", the police car of the traffic police arrived. Qingcheng was about to get out of the car, and Super stopped her, let her stay in the car, and he went to help deal with it.

Qingcheng was embarrassed, and finally got off the car with the umbrella, she opened the umbrella and stood beside him. When the other person is tall, she raises the umbrella high above his head.

The sky is getting darker, a bit colder.

She flinched, and Super saw this, took the umbrella and said, "I'll come on, you can get warmer in the car."

The traffic policeman glanced at them and said, "The boyfriend is very sweet, so let's go to the car and wait for the beauty."

"Not a boyfriend."

"Listen to the policeman."

The two spoke at the same time.

Qingcheng glanced at the traffic policeman with raised eyebrows, weighed it, and went to the car.

At this time, it was getting darker. The street lights on both sides turned on ahead of time. The light passed through the rain curtain and projected down, shining half-bright on the face.

Qingcheng looked at Super who was holding an umbrella alone in the rain.

Looking at it, she couldn't help but think about it again: He seems to really like herself? Otherwise, why would you help her like this?

But what if he is just helpful?

Just like him before, he would hold an umbrella for her when he saw her in the rain.

Qingcheng felt a headache again.

After everything was processed, Qingcheng simply parked the car nearby and followed Super back to the garden. Because there was only one umbrella, the two had to walk side by side.

Super sighed and said, "Don't go to the side anymore. If you go again, both of you will get wet."

"……Oh."

She really... doesn't like being close to him, Super thought.

After returning to the garden, Director Xu, who was informed of the situation, stared at Wu Qing on the forehead of her niece for a long time, and ordered her to rest at home tomorrow.

Qingcheng wanted to say no, but Xu Ershu stared and said, "Listen to what the leader says."

Miss Xu, who has always respected her teacher, had no choice but to agree.

After Super came back with her, she went to pack things. She thought about it, and sent him a message before leaving: "Thank you for your help today."

The other party came back: "Raise your hand."

Super put down the phone, holding a dead leaf in the other hand. It was taken from her hair on the way back to the garden. The leaf was wet with rain, but he kept squeezing it in the palm of his hand. He hasn't thrown it yet. .