mc-med Chapter 26 Once
Chapter 26 Once
The screen was opened, and Meng Yanchi was about to read the content inside, but he heard a voice, "Xiao Meng."
Meng Yanchi thought badly, and sure enough, he saw Feng Yeshu's black eyes staring at him, Meng Yanchi quickly held the phone in his hand, and said to Feng Yeshu, "Arm... is it alright? "
Feng Yeshu leaned on the pillow and smiled, "It's already bandaged. What are you carrying?"
Only then did Meng Yanchi realize that he was fascinated by Feng Yeshu, and then looked at his mobile phone, and completely forgot to put down the bone soup and noodles in his hands. He quickly put down the thermos and covered it with his body. Keeping Feng Yeshu's gaze, he also put his mobile phone on the table.
"Would you like some soup?"
Meng Yanchi reluctantly changed the topic, but he was still thinking about the phone password, why is it this number?He was thinking about something in his head, but his hands didn't stop. He took out the chopsticks and spoons from the outside of the thermos, and ran them through boiling water. This was a habit he had developed when he was Feng Yeshu's assistant for a long time.
When Feng Yeshu heard him say that, he smiled childishly, and said, "So you know how to cook?"
"It's just done casually. Since I'm here to see people, I'm sorry if I don't bring anything." Meng Yanchi smiled a little shyly, opened the thermos, and opened the dried noodles in the lunch box on the other side, " Do you want noodles?"
Feng Yeshu was stunned for a moment when he saw this method, and he was absent-minded for a few seconds, and asked, "This method... Did you learn it from others?"
Meng Yanchi's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately thought of the mobile phone password. He shook his head and said, "This is the way of crossing the bridge rice noodles. It's also shown on TV. I think it will be warmer if you eat it this way. It won't hurt your stomach. "
Feng Yeshu said jokingly, "You're the only one, why do you have so many things?"
Meng Yanchi naturally wouldn't answer him directly, but just narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I haven't cooked for a long time, if you don't think it tastes good, don't force it."
Feng Yeshu sniffed the thick pork bone soup, Meng Yanchi heard his stomach growl, even Feng Yeshu's iceberg face showed a bit of embarrassment, he saw Feng Yeshu like this, but felt familiar Well, when he was Feng Yeshu's assistant back then, Feng Yeshu was too hungry, and the way he ate was the same.
Meng Yanchi skillfully put the noodles into the soup, stirred them, tasted the taste with chopsticks naturally, and handed it over, "The taste should be similar. I heard that you don't like too strong soup, so I didn't put it in." Lots of salt."
Feng Yeshu took a deep breath of the aroma of the noodles, showing nostalgia, "It's been a long time since anyone gave me something like this."
Although Meng Yanchi thought that Feng Yeshu had no one to take care of him after he left, he was still a little surprised when it was confirmed. Ji Donglai is not a negligent manager. Could it be that he didn't hire a good assistant? "Mr. Ji should have hired an assistant, don't the assistants even cook?"
Feng Yeshu laughed, "Donglai is just a manager, not my personal nanny. His free time is also reserved for his wife and children."
Feng Yeshu choked up a little when he said this, and his eyelids drooped, but he was not a talkative person by nature, so he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat noodles with a grunt.
Seeing him like this, Meng Yanchi felt quite uncomfortable, and for a while he didn't bother with the mobile phone password, he sat on the chair and remained silent for a while, then said, "The newly invited assistants, I see... That's pretty good too...Let Mr. Ji tell you more...?"
Feng Yeshu just shook his head, "I don't like too many people."
This is indeed his habit, Meng Yanchi sighed in his heart, but he didn't know what to say to answer him, so he just picked up the crystal grapes on the table, "There are grapes, let me wash some for you?"
After eating half a bowl, Feng Yeshu was already a little full, and asked, "How is the studio doing now?"
Feng Yeshu lived in a single room. Meng Yanchi happened to hear this when he came back from washing the grapes, so he said, "Director Yue is coming soon, so it should be clearer to ask him. Anyway, I will definitely not be able to make films for these two days."
Feng Yeshu looked at him busy, and said with emotion, "Xiao Meng, you always surprise me. You were the one who almost had an accident, and you have no fear at all?"
How could Meng Yanchi say that he was actually afraid, but when he saw Feng Yeshu's dislocation, his fear turned into worry.He hesitated for a moment, put down the grapes, his eyes sank, and said, "People who have died once are always less afraid."
Feng Yeshu's jet-black eyes fixedly looked at him, "Sometimes I really don't think you look like you."
Meng Yanchi was secretly surprised, so he could only pretend to smile a little, showing two dimples, "Oh? Then how old should I be?"
Feng Yeshu looked at him, "It always feels like... a soul about my age lived in your body."
Meng Yanchi was surprised by Feng Yeshu's keenness, even though he knew Feng Yeshu's sensitivity in his previous life, but he didn't show it on his face, "I'm young and old, can't I?"
But those black eyes did not move away, but looked at him more deeply: "A young and mature person will not commit suicide easily."
Stared at by Feng Yeshu's eyes, he smiled wryly, and had to say, "When I committed suicide, I woke up and felt that I was too stupid to commit suicide. I have to reform myself. This is called a prodigal son who will never change his money. This answer is finally okay, right?"
Meng Yanchi felt that if Feng Yeshu continued to ask, he would have nothing to say, and the possibility of rebirth was indeed lower than the possibility of winning the jackpot. Even if he told Feng Yeshu, he would not believe it, no matter what. Also try my best to hide the fact that I am a 27-year-old soul in an 18-year-old body.
Feng Yeshu was not satisfied with this answer, but continued to ask, "Do you think I have a bad personality and never associate with others, so I don't understand others?"
"No, I didn't think so!" This sentence blurted out. Meng Yanchi knew what kind of person Feng Yeshu was. He was not good at talking or getting along with people by nature, but his insight was first-class. As for the sensitivity that he has just realized his real age, it is not something ordinary people can do.
"When I was young, I lived in an orphanage, and this kind of character was probably developed at that time."
These words hit Meng Yanchi like a thunderbolt. As the part of people who knew Feng Yeshu's information best, Meng Yanchi didn't even know that Feng Yeshu had stayed in the orphanage when he was his assistant in his previous life!
Feng Yeshu smiled mischievously, with a little smug look in his eyes, "This news will probably sell for hundreds of thousands, right? Of course my public file is partially packaged..."
"Is this... Mr. An Ling's idea?"
"It's also a doctor's recommendation."
"Doctor?!" Meng Yanchi was completely frightened by this news. The news that he didn't know back then, it can be seen that it was so thoroughly concealed!
"Psychiatrist. According to her, the experience in the orphanage when I was a child caused me psychological barriers in interpersonal communication and communication..." Feng Yeshu stated calmly.
"Actually... Actually, this is not your problem. And..." Meng Yanchi looked at his expression, and felt that he could no longer say anything with his originally clever tongue, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to inquire about……"
"At that time, I was young, so I didn't think so. After I became an adult, I went to a faraway place to go to university alone. Later, because of my own problems, I didn't get a diploma. At that time, I didn't know how to ask my adoptive parents for help. I wandered around by myself. I almost starved to death on the street, but I didn’t expect to meet Mr. An Ling before I entered this industry. During the training... I also encountered many difficulties. The obstacle in communication is one of them.”
Listening to his plain voice slowly talking about himself, Meng Yanchi felt his eyes warm, and wanted to reach out to hug him, but felt distressed for him.
Feng Yeshu put the empty bowl aside, there was deep tenderness in his pure black eyes, "Even a person with my personality can become an actor, I believe you can do better."
"I will try my best...but..." Meng Yanchi wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, but felt his fingertips tremble. Who would be unhappy to be encouraged by the one he loves?But for some reason, when he saw the tenderness in Feng Yeshu's eyes, he felt that his secret love was even more desperate. Who took over such tenderness?
Feng Yeshu's voice was gentle and nostalgic, like the waves spreading in the sea, "I'm very sorry if I have caused you more trouble by saying this. It's just that when I saw this bowl of noodles today, I thought of someone who had left me. I have been with you for a long time, so I talked too much unconsciously."
Meng Yanchi wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and smiled with pain, "That person... must be very important to you. I think it's the one who sang Eternal Sleep?"
"He's the only person who can be this close to me and make me feel at ease."
The voice was firm and clear, clear and bright. Meng Yanchi was so sad that he was almost writhing in pain. He was afraid that he would cry in front of Feng Yeshu, so he turned his head and said, "That person is so lucky." .”
That person is so lucky, no matter how hard he tries, he will never be able to hold a single star in Feng Yeshu's heart, and for this obsession, he has to work harder.
For Feng Yeshu whom he had met before.
When he saw Feng Yeshu for the first time, he only felt that the bright moon and the stars, if it was just a superficial appearance, they would not be able to confuse him for so long.He remembered that Feng Yeshu worked hard until late at night; he remembered that Feng Yeshu had honed himself to practice a role and almost went to the hospital; Feng Yeshu turned his face and called his name countless times, "Cheng Xu."; he remembered the only time Feng Yeshu leaned on his shoulder because of a fever, weak and helpless, making people want to hug.
That is my Feng Yeshu.Feng Yeshu, which is unique to me.
A god that belongs only to me.
The door was pushed open at this moment, and twenty or ten minutes had passed. Young Master Mo came in with Yue Guanlan in his arms, holding packed food in his hands.Looking at Meng Yanchi and Feng Yeshu, Young Master Mo said haha: "Hey, Yeshu is so lucky, someone has already made food, so let's forget about my packing."
Feng Yeshu replied, "Thank you, Young Master Mo, I'm sorry. Have you found any clues about the hookup incident?"
Mo Shao glanced at Meng Yanchi, then at Feng Yeshu, and said with a half smile, "Yeshu, it's not good that you are too attractive, someone has regarded Xiao Meng as a rival in love."
A gleam of light flickered in Feng Yeshu's eyes, "Xiao Meng, can you help me get my ipad? It's in the room next to Donglai."
Meng Yanchi put away his sadness, nodded and agreed, in his state, it's not good to stay here, it's always good to go out for a walk.
Feng Yeshu saw Meng Yanchi go out, so he asked An Lingmo, "Is it really her?"
Young Master Mo didn't say anything, just nodded his head with a slightly troubled expression on his face.
"Director Yue, Young Master Mo, what are you going to do with this matter?"
Mo Shao didn't express his opinion, but said, "It's not easy, so I'll see Lan'er."
Yue Guanlan's eyes darkened, "I have already reported this matter to Mr. An Ling, let him deal with it."