"What's that?"
Zheng Xiujing hooked Yang Mo's neck, her face was charming, and her voice trembled slightly, but it was even more attractive.
"The secret of the little black room."
Zheng Xiujing's eyes widened, and she looked at Yang Mo in surprise: "Aren't you angry?"
” Yang Mo put one hand around her shoulder, and the other hand held her leg, and gave her a princess hug, and in the face of Zheng Xiujing's question, he smiled: "I'll show you, it's okay, and you may be disappointed, it's not so mysterious." ” Zheng Xiujing looked up at him, didn't say a word, and was obediently carried into the house by Yang Mo.
When Yang Mo stood in the hallway to change her shoes, she shook her feet, rubbed off her high heels, and never left Yang Mo's arms.
In front of the elevator, bedroom, and small black house, Yang Mo put Zheng Xiujing down, took out the key and opened the door, pushed it gently, turned on the light, and the contents were unobstructed.
"This is ......"
Zheng Xiujing looked at the things inside in surprise, and put several shelves on top of each other.
She walked in and circled the shelf twice, and looked back at Yang Mo, "When are these?"
” "The accumulation of all along."
Yang Mo smiled indifferently.
"I don't know."
"These are all my emotions, I have integrated my emotions into these wood carvings, these are my best works, and it is also because of my emotions that I don't want others to see them."
Yang Mo inspected the wood carvings in the room, recording his mood, his mentality, and the things he didn't want others to see, such as "Hell" and "The Nightmare of the Hand and Eye", which were full of malice towards the two of them, and "Hell" was still stained with his blood.
"When was this engraved?
So many eyes, so disgusting!
Zheng Xiujing is talking about "The Nightmare of the Hand and Eye", she carefully pinched the wood carving base, for fear of touching the eyes above, because it was too disgusting, and it would be terrible to look at, let alone touch.
Yang Mo's face stiffened for a moment, and then he smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, if you don't like it, just put it down." ” Zheng Xiujing seemed to get rid of something particularly annoying, quickly put the wood carving on the shelf, and then turned to look at "Hell" next to her, and her brows immediately shrugged into the figure "eight".
She didn't know the story and origin of the two wood carvings, but this did not prevent her from feeling the deep malice inside, she thought, Yang Mo must have been very painful at that time.
There is no story to be seen from pain, only a story can be told.
Zheng Xiujing continued to walk around the room, and she found that each wood carving seemed to carry a mood, and some of the wood carvings placed in the middle even carried more complex emotions, and were more exquisite and detailed.
"Yang Mo, how did you do it?
I feel like I can feel emotions when I see every wood carving.
Zheng Xiujing finally turned to Yang Mo for help.
Yang Mo came to her side, glanced at the wood carving on it, and smiled lightly: "It's like punching when you're angry; Every knife carries emotions, and they all control their emotions. ” Bursting, depressing.
Depressed, bursting!
Zheng Xiujing didn't know what to say at this time, and she didn't say anything to deliberately maintain amazement and praise in order to maintain Yang Mo's face, she was now completely shocked, not only shocked, but also all kinds of emotions when watching the wood carving.
Amazing!
She felt distressed, most of the wood carvings here were negative emotions, judging from such strong emotions, Yang Mo felt how uncomfortable she was at that time.
If these things are placed here, they will always evoke painful memories in Yang Mo's heart, but these works he is reluctant to throw away or burn, they all represent his past, he fell into this circle and couldn't get out, and he didn't think about coming out at present.
"Yang Mo-" Zheng Xiujing threw herself into his arms, wrapped her arms around him, and already wanted to cry.
"I'm going to show you these things that don't make you cry, or dispel your scruples, there's nothing strange in this, these are my wood carvings, you don't have to knock on this door all the time, you don't have to endure not to suspect that there's anything bad in it, just put your mind at ease, because there's really nothing in it."
Yang Mo hugged Zheng Xiujing and comforted him softly, these past that he couldn't let go of brought him pain that he couldn't let go, and he was masochistic and unwilling to give up.
"Didn't you also experience it like this, you became famous at a young age, how much pain you have experienced, I can see the scars on your heart, you see that I also have so many scars, I accompany you, you also accompany me, how about it?"
Yang Mo's arms tightened, as if he wanted to squeeze Zheng Xiujing into his body.
Zheng Xiujing's tears that she could still hold back instantly gushed out with a shout of "wow", her hands tightly grasped Yang Mo's clothes, her little face was close to Yang Mo's chest, tears quickly wet his clothes, from top to bottom, a large area was wet.
"Woo woo, Xiujing has become a baby, she just loves to cry, and I am with you."
Yang Mo comforted softly.
"Woo, I'll cry, woo, what's wrong, woo......"
Zheng Xiujing raised her head and looked at him with a frowning face, quickly lowered her head and continued to cry.
Yang Mo smiled and shook his body gently, his arms were like the cradle of a little baby, where peace and warmth were used as bedding.
Not long after crying, Zheng Xiujing was comforted by Yang Mo and stopped crying.
"I'm sorry," Zheng Xiujing whispered, "I was jealous again last night because you and Yun'er Oni were so close." ” "I understand, because I'd be jealous if you were that close to other men."
"But you're teaching Ernie how to cook."
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"Maybe it would be better for me to stand farther away?"
"No, I'm being vexatious."
"No, you care about me."
"But you vomited, did I vomit?"
"That's because I used my brain too much, and I felt uncomfortable, I want to thank Xiujing for taking care of me so much, but my virtuous help."
"Who is your virtuous helper, we are not married yet."
"Isn't that sooner or later?"
Zheng Xiujing hummed softly, the two hugged quietly for a while, Yang Mo let go of his hand, took out a wood carving and handed it to her.
"It's ......
My wood carving?
Zheng Xiujing looked at her wood carving statue and exclaimed in surprise.
Yang Mo nodded: "When we worked together in the first play, I carved out the blank, and then carved out the details little by little. ” Zheng Xiujing carefully observed her statue, carving when she was very thin, her face was calm, her cheeks were a little sunken, but it was just right, her thin body was a little weak, and her expressionless face was beautiful, a little more beautiful than her in the mirror.
"That's great!"
Zheng Xiujing spoke, turned over the wood carving and looked at it over and over again, and finally took it in her hand with some reluctance, and looked at Yang Mo expectantly.
Yang Mo smiled: "If you like it, take it, I already have you anyway." ” Hearing that the wood carving could be taken away, Zheng Xiujing suddenly smiled, holding the wood carving and shouting, "Then can I put it in the bedroom?"
” "Yes, you can put it anywhere you want."
Zheng Xiujing took the wood carving back to the bedroom, looked left and right, and finally put it near the middle, where the TV should have been placed, but Yang Mo generally did not watch TV in the bedroom, until Zheng Xiujing moved in, he installed a controllable lifting white screen, and also installed a projector.
"Is that good?"
Zheng Xiujing looked at Yang Mo.
"Well, that's good."
"Yang Mo, can you carve your own wood carving, I think our wood carvings are put together."
They are a couple, the tooth tank toothbrush, towel and pajamas of the two are all couples, and of course the wood carving is also a couple, and the statues of the two are put there, how good they look.
Yang Mo readily agreed to Zheng Xiujing's request, but there was still something to say: "Xiujing, this room, don't tell others, just you and I know, do you know?"
” Zheng Xiujing nodded heavily, looked at him sincerely and said, "The secret of the two of us!"
” "Our secret!"
Yang Mo clenched his fists and stretched out his little finger, "Pull the hook." ” "Ahh Zheng Xiujing sneered, and stretched out her little finger to hook Yang Mo's little finger with a smile, "Hanging on the hook for a hundred years is not allowed to change!"
” "That's fine."
Yang Mo smiled.
It's all small things, and it's over after a moment of tolerance and understanding, the first day is awkward, and the next day they don't sleep together again.
With less than a week left, Zheng Xiujing is about to join the group.
This movie needs to be shot in South Korea and some European countries, and she has to prepare accordingly, but that is a month or two after shooting, and the first shooting was carried out in South Korea.
During Zheng Xiujing's filming, she generally doesn't take care of things, although she usually doesn't care about things, but Yang Mo's more meticulous care makes her more comfortable, of course, this kind of comfort is only after going home, and it will not be so comfortable in the crew.
Yang Mo has become a housewife.
Zheng Xiujing works outside, he keeps the house in order, he always gets up so early in the morning, if Zheng Xiujing gets up early in the morning, he will make breakfast and put it there; On the phone at night, make dinner and wait for Xiujing to come back, eat together, watch TV on the sofa together after dinner, and watch movies upstairs, Zheng Xiujing will pull Yang Mo to play two games of billiards when she is interested, and Yang Mo will not release water every time she arrives at this time, and then Zheng Xiujing threw away the billiard cue and shouted that she would stop playing, and go to play other things in a blink of an eye.
In the living room, Yang Mo sat cross-legged on the sofa, Zheng Xiujing came out of the kitchen with a cup of yogurt, sat on his lap unceremoniously, crossed his legs like him, leaned his back against him, and used him as a chair.
Yang Mo crossed his hands on her abdomen, leaned his head forward, and barely rested on her shoulders.
"Give me a bite."
Yang Mo said.
Zheng Xiujing didn't look back, scooped up a spoonful of yogurt, and handed it back: "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, how are you going to spend it?"
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