MTL - I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before-Chapter 162 Table knife

Wen Yu has been insisting on interviews for many years, whether new or old.

"My family lives far away and I can't make it today."

"Then you have time to come over."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yu looked at the special guest across the table.

Technology is developed, there is a mobile phone and a computer, and people's voices and images can be passed over thousands of miles away, but he still likes to talk face to face, because when face to face, small body movements and micro expressions will speak for people.

Those inexplicable words.

In ten minutes, Ningning had already drank three glasses of water, and Wenyu asked the waiter to take down the empty teapot and replace it with a pot of scented tea, and refilled her while laughing: "Are you thirsty? ? "

"Ah ... a bit." Ning Ning raised the tea cup a little embarrassed.

She wasn't thirsty, she just wanted to ask him something.

"Have you been upset recently?" Wen Yu asked actively, lest she had been hesitant to stop talking.

She glanced quickly to her side, this glance did not escape the eyes of Wen Yu, he looked at her: "Brother, wouldn't you drink something?"

"... He didn't come today." Ningning whispered, "I have something to tell you alone."

Wen Yu immediately understood that what she was about to say had something to do with her brother.

"You two are okay these days?" He tempted.

"It's okay." Ning Ning's expression was tangled, and she suddenly asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"of course."

"What do you think of the two of us?"

"which aspect?"

"Every aspect." Ning Ning hesitated for a long time, and then asked a little bumpy, "For example, if ... we want to be together?"

The tail finger resting on the thigh trembled slightly, and Wenyu quickly said to herself, "Two are my favorite people in this world, and of course I hope they are together."

As much as he is good at seeing through the feelings of others, he is also good at restraining his feelings, leaning his back on the sofa behind him, bringing his eyebrows closer to the center of his eyebrows, he murmured, "Your situation is a little special ..."

Ning Ning stared at him calmly.

"My brother may not be able to give you a formal wedding." He suddenly looked up at Ning Ning, and asked with a serious expression, "Do you mind this?"

Ning Ning froze for a moment, then smiled.

This smile is full of nostalgia, Wen Yu thought, my brother Bacheng asked her the same question.

"I don't care about this." Sure enough, she gave a positive answer without thinking about it.

"There are worldly eyes." Wen Yu turned his head and looked out the window. There were a few reporter-like people ambushing downstairs. "If you are still the bad queen of the past, it's nothing, but you are now red, and later It will become more and more red, and everything will be dug out by the media and put in front of the public, especially your emotional problems. "

"I know." Ning Ning held up the tea cup, the rose petals floating on the cup surface, and the white tea smoke, smiling, "At first they would say that I am an old virgin, and then I would suspect that I had a mental problem, Imagine having a boyfriend. "

"Can you afford it?"

"do not know."

"Can you give up?"

"..." This time Ningning thought for a long time before putting down the tea cup, "No."

She looked at Wen Yu helplessly, her eyes full of longing, longing for him to talk to her again, but Wen Yu didn't say a word, there were some things he could help her to clarify, and some things could only be decided by herself.

"... I don't know if I can bear it. I asked myself how strong I am." Ning Ning sighed, leaned his back on the sofa, closed his eyes for a long time, and then slowly opened his eyes. "But I ... Willing to try. "

She finally made up her mind.

Thanks to one person.

"Thank you, light rain." Ning Ning reached out and covered the back of Wen Yu's hand, looking at him tenderly and intimately.

Wen Yu tried her best to control herself, so as not to let her hands tremble, and smiled at her as usual: "You're welcome ... Aunt Xiaoning."

The phone ringing, Ning Ning retracted his hand, picked up the phone and glanced: "I should go back to the crew, thank you, I invite you to dinner next time."

She left in a hurry, leaving two teacups with rose petals.

Wen Yu sat alone at the table. This is a cafe full of retro flavors. The waiters and waitresses are dressed as British servants and maids. Behind him is a cuckoo wall clock. A work of art.

A small carved wooden theater, starring female, male, etc. Wooden puppets, standing quietly outside the theater, seem to be waiting for the clock to point at twelve, three seconds, three ...

Wen Yu sighed.

two……

Wen Yu stretched her hand to the tea cup in front of her.

One……

Wen Yu's finger touched the handle of the cup.

Time is up, Ding Dong!

The cuckoo bell made a cheerful sound, and the wooden figure, which was still still, seemed to come alive with the sound of music, spinning and dancing.

"Ding-dong!" Instead of picking up the tea cup, the fingers that stretched out pushed it out along the table. The tea cup fell to the ground and was broken into pieces.

Wen Yu flung herself on the table, her cheeks facing down, motionless, and she seemed to stop breathing.

A waiter with a steak knocked on the door, shouted a few words, then carefully pushed the door open a gap, and then screamed inward, "What happened to you, sir?"

Wen Yu was still facing down, lying on the table without moving, but holding the table knife in his right hand all at once, the moment the waiter approached, the knife reached the opponent's throat.

"Sorry." After a moment, Wen Yu smiled apologetically. "Conditions."

The waiter dropped his eyes, staring at the knife in front of his throat, for fear of irritating him, slowly showing a cowardly smile: "No, it doesn't matter ..."

Wen Yu retracted the knife, then counted a few banknotes from the wallet to the other party, thought about it, added another banknote, and put the table knife in his own bag.

"Can you?" He asked the other person politely after doing these things.

Holding the banknote stiffly, the waiter nodded in a hurry.

Wen Yu smiled at him gently: "Thank you."

He walked past the waiter, and when the waiter finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief, his voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Finally ask you a question."

The waiter immediately became tense, and turned his head slyly: "Please, excuse me!"

"The Phantom of the Cinema." Wen Yu chewed slowly, chewing the four words in his mouth, and then slowly asked him, "Is this film showing now?"

The filming of "Phantom of the Cinema" is over halfway through.

Under the guidance and help of the mysterious phantom, the man played by Chen Shuanghe advanced rapidly. Just when Tai Zhu was unable to enter the stage due to an accidental injury, he replaced Tai Zhu to perform on stage, and then became a hit.

The next thing to do is, after accepting the applause of 10,000 people, Lu Yunhe returned to the theater happily and wanted to share his success and joy with another person.

"A!"

"Teacher!" The door was suddenly pushed away, Chen Shuanghe rushed in with a few snowstorms, exhaled a white breath, and was undressed in a single suit, and shouted excitedly, "Teacher, Did you watch what I played today? Teacher, are you there? Teacher, teacher! "

"I heard it." A lazy voice sounded in the darkness, and at the same time, a lantern.

The night was too dark. He couldn't see the other person's face. He could only see one hand beside the lantern and tickled him gently and charmingly: "Come here."

Chen Shuanghe walked towards each other like a pure and ignorant white lamb.

Before coming to the other side, a hand came out of the darkness like a snake, rolled his arms, and couldn't wait to pull him in front of him.

In the darkness, a pair of shiny eyes stared at him.

"You did a good job." Ning Ning let go of his hand, and gently stroked his cheek with his fingers, tenderly, "very good."

Her movements and voices calmed Chen Shuanghe, and her original nervous expression gradually began to relax.

"I've seen it, those idiots are surrendering to your feet one by one." Ning Ning laughed, with a sense of irony and pride in his voice, **** like a pet, twitching Chen Shuanghe's chin. substitute."

There was a look of injury on Chen Shuanghe's face.

But at this moment Ning Ning was completely indulged in himself, turning a blind eye to his injury, holding a lantern in his hand and pressing the mask on his face with the other hand, laughing more ironically: "I can't let anyone see I, hear me, but now you, you are my stand-in, you can take the place of my song, play for me, and people see you through me! It is me who surrenders! Hahaha! "

With a laugh, she slowly looked back at Chen Shuanghe: "... look up."

As he said, he passed the lantern in his hand.

Chen Shuanghe didn't look up, the lantern illuminated a drop of tears that slipped to his chin, and the light was shining.

"... how did you cry?" Ning Ning froze, and then asked hard.

Chen Shuanghe glanced at her quickly, then lowered his eyes quickly, tears dripping down.

"... I teach you opera, not all for this." With low eyes, a pair of feet slowly walked in front of him, and then hugged him gently with both hands, the most beautiful voice in the world gentle in his ear. "Their eyes are flashy and vain, and only your eyes can change me from a non-existent phantom into an existing person, so ..."

Chen Shuanghe slowly looked up at her.

Ning Ning smiled at him in the dark: "Look at me, sing for me."

Chen Shuanghe looked at her as if bewildered. After a long while, she opened her mouth, like a canary in a cage, and sang for her host: "It's like a beautiful flower for you, like a stream of water."

"Yes, I searched around and pity myself in the maiden."

"Turn around this peony bar, right next to the edge of the lake ..."

Singing to half, a long-haired woman fell from behind Chen Shuanghe, and long-haired seaweed fluttered in the air.

Ning Ning met her with four eyes.

Then, a bang.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.