The next day, after a day of anxiety over the weekend, she finally had the evening appointment to discuss the script with Wusheng. She didn't know why she was so nervous, she even turned up the light on the desk lamp, as if she could see through Wusheng's expression through the screen.
Time was running out, and the arrow on the computer screen flickered twice on Wusheng's QQ avatar, but she never pressed it. Normally, she would definitely take the initiative to tap Wusheng, but today she felt strange.
Weekend hung the headset around her neck, supported her chin with one hand, and picked up the phone on the table with the other hand, which kept popping up private message notifications. She took a quick look and found that they were all people who came to her to confirm whether the person Wusheng mentioned in the anniversary celebration was her.
She threw her phone aside and slumped down on the table in frustration: "I still want to know."
"Know what?" Wusheng's steady voice suddenly came from the headset, scaring her so much that she sat up straight and checked the computer in a hurry, only to find that she had pressed down the mouse when she leaned over, and happened to log into the YY room where she usually talked about plays with Wusheng.
She secretly regretted it and responded in a panic: "Oh, great, great God, what a coincidence!"
No! What's the coincidence? How is it a coincidence?
Wusheng was obviously silent for a while, and then replied softly after a while: "Unfortunately, I was waiting for you."
"Ah? Wait for me? Wait for me for what?" Weekend suddenly became nervous.
Could it be that he wanted to talk about what happened yesterday? How should she respond? Should she be more open and generous?
Wusheng seemed to be completely unaware of her nervousness, and responded with a bit of helplessness: "Let's talk about the play, isn't it almost the end?"
"Ah... yes. The script!" Weekend was stunned, tapping the table unconsciously, muttering with a faintly disappointed tone, "I thought..." He could give her an explanation for what happened yesterday. Or did the master intend to explain to her after the play was finished in order not to delay the progress of the radio drama?
The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was possible. Although she still felt very uncomfortable with this matter, she still picked up the script and forced herself to discuss the next scene with him with full concentration: "In the next scene, the hero is injured in order to protect the heroine..."
This scene is not only the climax of the plot, but also a major turning point in the relationship between the male and female protagonists, so Zhou Mo talked about it in great detail, exchanging opinions with Wu Sheng from time to time, and two hours passed unknowingly. She confirmed the last line that Wu Sheng should say, felt relieved, and stretched lazily: "Then Master, when you are done, just send the file directly to my email."
After that, she yawned sleepily and said vaguely, "If you have any questions, just ask me anytime."
"Yeah." Wusheng saw that she was sleepy, so he didn't say anything more. He said in a steady voice, "Good night, weekend."
"Wait a minute!" Weekend was about to leave when she suddenly remembered the incident last night that she had temporarily forgotten. Seeing that Wusheng had no intention of taking the initiative to talk, she couldn't help but probe, "You... don't have anything to tell me?"
"Have a good dream?"
"It's not... it's, it's..." Weekend pursed his lips and asked directly, "Yesterday at Huiyinshe's anniversary celebration, Ruoyuyu sent me the recording. During the last fan Q&A session, the person you were talking about... was it me?"
There was no sound from the other end of the headset, leaving only his light breathing that faintly vibrated her eardrums. She entangled her fingers in the earphone cord and then let go. Weekend was so nervous that she didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that she would miss something. She was in a very complicated mood, not knowing whether she wanted to hear him say "yes" or "no".
Although Weekend was not sure what answer she wanted to hear, she knew it was definitely not so vague as if testing her answer. Moreover, these words always sounded frivolous and insignificant to her ears, which made her feel stupid for being so nervous all day.
She felt inexplicably blocked in her heart, her face turned cold , and she said solemnly: "It's not good. Whether it's true or not, even if they use me as a shield, they should at least inform me in advance and give me an explanation, right? Just saying that kind of thing casually has affected my life."
After saying everything she wanted to say in one go, she didn't want to care about Wusheng's reaction. She turned off the computer, threw away the headset, walked angrily to the bed, lay down on it, and rolled around holding the pillow.
Isn't this kind of vague answer just a perfunctory one?
Just as she was complaining about the silence in anger over the weekend, a text message accompanied by the sound of running water lit up the screen of her phone. She picked it up and saw that it was a goodnight message from Han Shao. Since they met, Han Shao had sent such greeting messages every night as if he could calculate when she would go to bed.
At first, she was not used to it on weekends, but before she knew it, she had gotten used to it. She was a little dazed holding her phone, and then another text message slid into her phone, asking her: Are you in a bad mood?
Do you have any superpowers? It's like you can predict everything about me.
Weekend teased him with a text message while smiling, but when she thought about what happened tonight, she pursed her lips, lay on the bed, and typed word by word: It's not good, someone has pissed me off.
Han Shao immediately replied: "How did he irritate you? Can you tell me about it?"
I hesitated for a moment on the weekend, then continued typing: I just felt that the person was just trying to fool me... Whether it was 'yes' or 'no', at least there was a clear answer, but throwing the question back to me would make me feel very embarrassed.
Han Shao said: Maybe, he did this just because of a sudden feeling of uneasiness?
Weekend was stunned and asked: What do you mean?
Han Shao: You see, the development of many things in the world will have two forks: yes and no. No matter which one you choose, it will produce completely different results. Maybe that person just acted like an ostrich and was afraid of messing up, so he answered like that. Of course, this is just my guess.
Ostrich? Does the Great God also have moments of anxiety? No, no, it is not confirmed that the Great God really likes her.
The anger of the weekend was dissipated unconsciously with Han Shao's rational words. She turned over, lay on her back on the bed, raised her phone , looked at Han Shao's words carefully, was silent for a while, and wrote: Thank you Han Shao, after talking to you, I feel much better and I am not angry anymore.
Han Shao seemed to be waiting for her and immediately replied: You're welcome, I'm always here as long as you need me. Good night, sweet dreams.
Weekend's cheeks flushed slightly, and her fingertips lightly stroked the screen: Good night, you too.
It was clearly a very ordinary greeting, but Weekend sounded like she was sending some shy words. She quickly hid her phone under her pillow, turned sideways, and huddled herself in the quilt.
Here, the bright screen reflected a handsome face, and his obsidian eyes stared at the text message on the mobile phone screen for a long time. There were only five simple words, but they added a bit of tenderness to his cold face.
His eyes moved upwards, taking in what he had said the weekend before, a thoughtful look on his face.
"If this continues, it will be bad..."
The corner of the phone was pressed against his lips, and he muttered to himself, "It seems I have to find an opportunity to clarify Wusheng's identity with her."