Section 3

A mouthful of rice got stuck in her throat, and Si Nian couldn't help but cough violently, tears streaming down her face

His life has always been a blank slate for him since graduating from high school

Shen Zhe is clearly a master cook, able to prepare seven dishes in half an hour

Silence, a moment of silence

The shadow on the glass suddenly moved, but it was just picking up the mineral water nearby and taking a sip

In the blurred vision, Cheng Chen was half-squatting by the bedside: "It's dawn, if you don't want them to see you, come out with me to walk the dog before breakfast." Beside him, there was a pair of bright eyes staring at Si Nian, ... it was Sprite, who was wagging its tail desperately ...

Si Nian's heart bled as she thought, how can you still call yourself a screenwriter when you possess no technical skill whatsoever

She climbed into bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket, yet she could not fall asleep

May I ask you a question

Shen Zhe was on the phone with his agent. After opening the door for them, he only said "Hello" to Si Nian before turning around and walking back into the kitchen. This left Si Nian in a daze, while Cheng Chen skillfully opened the shoe cabinet and took out two pairs of slippers for himself and Si Nian.

Completely ... ... is equivalent to saying nothing

The latter acted as if he had not heard anything, sitting on the sofa and gesturing for Si Nian to come over

Fortunately, that producer seemed to have thought of something and immediately buried himself in food, while a group of people truly appeared to be indulging in exquisite delicacies. Aside from the sounds of eating and drinking, there was no other noise.

Assistant screenwriter Dong Xiao was quite aware, chuckling lightly: "Director Cheng, this soy milk tastes great, really great..."

This is a completely absurd reunion, caught off guard, with no preparation whatsoever, being pushed step by step to reacquaint with someone I liked many years ago... The most absurd part is that, at this very moment, the two of us are sleeping in the same room

Unconsciously, I looked at Cheng Chen again

What? I want to eat, what does getting up have to do with it...

Just five minutes after entering the house, I first used their towel to dry my hair, and then my slippers were stuffed into their comforter. Fortunately, it is his dog; otherwise, one might really think I had planned this...

At the end, as the spicy chicken cubes were served, the handsome man in ancient attire smiled and sat down: "Si Nian, I have wanted to see you for a long time. I apologize for not being attentive, please do not take offense. I find it inconvenient to go out to buy groceries, and the ones my assistant brings back are not to my liking..." He continued speaking, but due to the impact of his first sentence, Si Nian found it hard to keep up.

Based on her own identity, she did not dare to lift his quilt and could only wait anxiously for him to take action

It is no different from what I imagined he said

Shen Zhe laughed lightly, effortlessly shifting the topic, and began to recount his first encounter with Cheng Chen. At that time, both he and Cheng Chen were still students, and they did not know each other in the bar, merely finding each other extremely displeasing... "I didn't say anything at the time; he drank one can, and I drank one can. Later, after drinking to the point of near unconsciousness, I suddenly felt very exhilarated. Just before collapsing, I grabbed his hand, snatched his phone, and called myself."

His voice said: "Ask away"

Cheng Chen nodded and turned off the light casually

Cheng Chen coughed and said, "That's enough."

This sorrowful dog

... ...

Siren is feeling like crying, this is a nemesis, you two never let me sleep in

She followed Cheng Chen inside, glanced at the kitchen, and discovered ... . ... Shen Zhe was personally cooking.

Since his debut, 80% of Shen Zhe's works have been period dramas

Shen Zhe took a sip of beer and gestured for her to eat. "We shouldn't talk about work while eating," he said, smiling at Si Nian for a full three seconds before continuing, "Why did you break up with Director Cheng back then? I have never understood how someone could be so heartless as to abandon such a perfect man."

Si Nian walked in the morning breeze, sadly realizing that he had always been quite reasonable

Si Nian subconsciously tucked his foot behind the other leg, feeling an inexplicable sense of desolation

Seeing how familiar they were, Si Nian felt it was inappropriate to decline further: "I have always written historical dramas, but unfortunately, I have never had the opportunity to collaborate with you."

Cheng Chen is pouring a drink: "He is quite good at cooking. When we used to share a rental house, we often ate the dishes he made."

"Sprite." Cheng Chen patted the dog through the blanket

Fortunately, Cheng Chen timely deterred Shen Zhe. After a few people finished their meal, the immensely popular Shen Zhe was left there to clean up the table by himself. Only after thoroughly tidying up did he pick up the script outline with a serious demeanor and begin to read. Si Nian observed that he had been joking and quite cheerful just moments ago, but now, looking at his expression, she finally regained a sense of the Shen Zhe she recognized from the screen.

She finally understood completely why Cheng Chen hesitated for so long when she mentioned Shen Zhe

After a while, Shen Zhe glanced at Cheng Chen and asked, "You are the one who decided on the characters, right? Why do you have such a fondness for childhood sweethearts?"

With two crisp sounds, Cheng Chen swiftly opened two cans of beer and pushed one towards him

The topic is too silly, and no one is engaging in the conversation

... ...

"I drink beer," Shen Zhe replied with a smile, "What do you mean by 'not bad'? Every time you get drunk, it's always me who makes you congee. And you only eat it if it's a different flavor each time."

Si Nian felt like crying, turned his head, and looked at the victim who had been rejected

The entire bedroom is eerily quiet, with no light other than the faint glow by the window

She was silent for a while before asking, "So did I sleep?"

So natural, as if it were taken for granted

In the stillness of the deep night, he casually sat before her once again, and she suddenly seemed to be stirred by something

Cheng Chen went to Shen Zhe's house with Si Nian to facilitate the discussion of the script

But what he said also makes sense

Power that shakes the world, wealth that rivals nations, a tragic fate that befalls the world, and a handsome figure that incites collective anger, yet in the end, he dies far from home, all for the sake of fulfilling a childhood promise? Shen Zhe was thoroughly amused, "Cheng Chen, my good brother, have you finally thought of me for such a destined-to-be-popular role?"

Si Nian couldn't help but want to laugh; if it weren't for knowing that Cheng Chen's sexual orientation was heterosexual, one might think that these two were deeply in love.

Si Nian wanted to laugh but did not dare to, still leisurely drying her hair.

What was thought to be a flawless arrangement, however, just as everyone was selecting their breakfast, that female producer stepped out and casually asked, "Why didn't you come back to sleep all night?"

Fortunately, Cheng Chen had no reservations and quickly drove the dog away, retrieving the slipper from its mouth and placing it in front of her feet: "It didn't have this habit before; it must be excited to see you after such a long time."

Si Nian was momentarily taken aback and turned to look at Cheng Chen

It seemed that someone had gently tapped her face, the cool sensation finally bringing her to full awareness

Then, I heard Shen Zhe's voice asking, "When will you two make up?"

Although they have never collaborated, he has already taken shape in Si Nian's mind as an ancient costume beauty with long flowing hair. At this moment, the ancient costume beauty is wearing a full set of sportswear, standing in front of the stove, skillfully stir-frying while saying without turning his head: "Sit down, make yourself comfortable, I know Si Nian is coming, so I specially cooked."

She struggled to sleep for half an hour, not daring to even turn over, yet remained wide awake

Cheng Chen was right in front of her. She felt embarrassed to openly extend her foot, so she had to bend down to pick up her slippers. Unexpectedly, he also reached out his hand at the same time and pushed the shoes forward.

As a result, after a long time, she drowsily fell into a dream. In the dream, a group of people gathered together for a meal. Just as the dishes were served and before she could take a single bite, Cheng Chen looked at her seriously and said, "It is time to get up"

When the two people were talking, Xuebi was merely sticking out its tongue in a pleasing manner, occasionally looking at Si Nian and then at Cheng Chen.

Little did she know that before she could finish her gloating, Xuebi had already bitten down on her own slipper and smugly burrowed under Cheng Chen's comforter

Si Nian remained silent, lowering his head to look at the tea leaves in the cup

Si Nian nodded and lowered his head to take a bite of rice

Only the sound of drinking milk and soy milk

She let out a sound, somewhat at a loss for words, and ultimately chose not to respond at all

Si Nian continuously brushed his hair while glancing at Cheng Chen, who began to make the bed. His movements were swift; just as he finished everything, the dog leaped up first, rolling over and creating a layer of wrinkles on the bedding.

The Sprite remained completely still

Two people strolled around the nearby green space, had some breakfast, and packed a few portions of both Western and Chinese styles to take back to his home. By the time they arrived, none of the others were awake yet. Si Nianyi, fearing the food would get cold and unwilling to endure such torment alone, called each of them awake, cheerfully saying, "Breakfast is about to get cold."

Cheng Chen glanced at Si Nian and said, "The screenwriter must use you."

She stood barefoot, staring at the bulging quilt, completely dumbfounded

Si Nian listened with great interest, and at this moment, could not help but sigh inwardly, "So corrupt..." Later, when I sobered up from drinking, I forgot to contact him until my roommate graduated, and only then did I remember that such a person existed, who seemed quite suitable to be my roommate. Shen Zhe served Si Nian a full bowl of red bean rice, saying, "He asked me, 'Why do you want to rent with me?' I replied, 'I can cook,' and then the two of us hit it off and lived together for three years.

"When you first saw me," she continued to gaze at the floor-to-ceiling window, where his shadow was cast, "was it disappointing to see the real me? I mean no harm, I am just curious."