Transmigrated Into the Film King’s Little Wife

The little girl was angry. When I thought about it at the time, I didn't think it was a big deal.

According to Zuo Xing, the dog-headed military strategist, girls always have endless anger and temper, and it will be fine after a few days.

However, a month has passed, and Liang Wen's anger has obviously not subsided.

She didn't answer my calls, didn't reply to my text messages, and naturally she wouldn't take the initiative to contact me.

Even if I am emotionally insensitive, something is wrong.

I called the housekeeper, Jing Hai, and asked about my grandfather's physical and mental condition, and even asked about the bullfighting at home, and then I asked Liang Wen in a roundabout way.

Uncle Jing Hai said with a smile, "Wenwen won't start school for a few more days. During the day, she will drink tea and chat with the old man in the old house, eat and take a walk, and go back to your new house to sleep by herself at night."

I oh, and asked again: "How does she look...?"

Jing Hai has been with his grandfather for many years, and he has already cultivated a pair of piercing eyes and a delicate heart. Even if I try to hide it in every possible way, he can still see and hear something.

He asked me: "Girls are very deep-minded, and you can't tell anything from the face easily. If you want to say whether she is happy or not, anyway, she is very happy in front of the chief. But I have seen her more than once. Stay in a daze where no one is there."

Uncle Jinghai said again: "You just got married, and there is such a distance between you, no one will be happy."

I mumbled, "Uncle Jing Hai..."

"Oh, I'm an old man who talks too much again. You young people, you can handle things yourself. Anyway, I understand one thing: if Wenwen doesn't care about you, she won't be unhappy."

Uncle Jing Hai’s words woke me up.

I hung up the phone and called Liang Wen, but she still didn't answer.

But the next day, Zuo Xing sent a transoceanic letter, and he tsk-tsk to me, "It's the first time I've seen such a simple way of falling in love. My wife has become a pen pal?!"

I ignored his teasing and quickly tore open the envelope.

Liang Wen's calligraphy is as beautiful as she herself.

This letter, which had been going on for a week, floated to me with the owner's trickling thoughts.

To be honest, in this era when you want to contact someone and you can hear the other person's voice immediately through the phone and mobile phone, it is really rare to write a letter in such a slow way.

I admit that this is not the first letter I have received, but it is the letter that surprised me the most.

Liang Wen said in the letter: "In the past, people who got married under the advice of a matchmaker lived together day in and day out. After a long time, their reluctance became willing. But we can't even count on this. We got married in a hurry, separated in a hurry, even after trying There is no chance of being wrong.

Forgive me, but in front of you, I really can't say these words that will explode in place if I watch it one more time. I can only tell you my thoughts at the moment in the most stupid and ridiculous way.

In the letter, I am not the person who lives in the shadows, I am not the person who blush when I see you. I am a girl with ridiculous ideas, ignorant impulses, and bad thoughts.

I've been stuck with that very humiliating scene for a month and can't get over it. What I can't let go of is not that you rejected me, but that I had a brain twitch to sleep with you before you go. It's as if I don't really own you until I sleep.

It's really embarrassing. I know. So, I dare not see you, dare not hear your voice. Afraid of what you think of me. But, you must have something on my mind. It's okay, I can understand.

All that has been said above is actually nonsense. I was incoherent and didn't know what I was doing. In other words, when grandpa asked me to marry you, I lost my mind.

So please forgive the ignorance of a person who lost himself.

One last small request, please do not reply to my letter. I am not writing to get you to write back. I'm just afraid to tell you this to your face.

I am cowardly. I know. So, you also took the opportunity to get to know me as a person, didn't you?

Good luck! "

Receiving such a letter full of apprehension, fear, embarrassment, regret, but also very honest, I seemed to hold the heart of a pure girl.

Her capricious emotions are just like what Uncle Jing Hai said, Liang Wen has a place for me in her heart, so there are these.

Instead, I breathed a sigh of relief, and my anxious heart eased down.

As Liang Wen wished, I did not reply.

I opened a small Weibo account to record my study and life on the other side of the ocean, and inadvertently disclosed it to Zuo Xing, and let him inadvertently disclose it to Liang Wen.

Zuo Xing, a thieves, naturally understands what I mean.

My Weibo account has not posted any news since the official announcement of going abroad for further study.

But I can open a small account, quietly record my life, and open it for Liang Wen to read alone.

I think this probably belongs to my romantic way, but I don't know if this girl can understand it.

Only one person follows my account, and I only follow one person.

Liang Wen's Weibo account is Mosquito Jing.

I said on my small microblog: I took an acting class for the first time and learned how to crawl a tiger. Excuse me, which foot does the tiger move out first when it crawls?

The mosquito spirit replied to me: The tiger said: I am the king, and I can use whichever foot I want.

I replied: Is the mosquito essence transformed from a vampire?

Mosquito essence: Mosquito essence only **** the blood of her lover.

I replied: I have a lot of blood, please **** the mosquito essence slowly, don't choke.

Turning to the left, I saw the conversation between the two of us in the trumpet, and laughed on the spot.

He said: "The two of you are really idle. If you have the ability, you can shoot with fire."

I ignored him and posted all kinds of content on the Weibo trumpet when I found time.

Sometimes, I will take a bald photo of my acting teacher: If I become bald, will there be any fans who love me?

Mosquito Essence: I love baldness, and baldness does not affect my blood-sucking.

Or, I send an exotic blue sky.

Mosquito essence also returned a picture of the sky in Beijing.

I understand the meaning: it is enough for us to live under a blue sky. Although one is on the east side of the ocean and one is on the west side of the ocean.

Although we didn't make a phone call or send a text message, we communicate almost every day on the Weibo platform. Or playful, or funny, or sand sculpture, or everyday, or groaning without illness, anyway, to vent the emotions that should be, sometimes forgetting that there is a seven-year age gap between me and her, and it takes more than ten hours of plane distance.

I want to finish the course in four years, but I want to finish it in three years.

So the daily courses are very full, and at the same time, in order to apply what I have learned, I have participated in many repertory troupes, drama troupes, and even Broadway singing and dancing when I have the opportunity. Every time I perform on stage, it is a profound exercise, which naturally requires me to spend a lot of time studying and rehearsing.

I don’t have time during the day, so I basically can only post a Weibo before going to bed every day, summarizing my life that day.

Because of the time difference, my day is her night, and my night is her day.

However, no matter when I post on Weibo, Liang Wen can reply to me as soon as possible.

We chatted a few words on it, and said good night to each other.

Everything was peaceful at first, but one day when Liang Wen was in her sophomore year, everything suddenly changed.

The agreed Weibo chat was suddenly interrupted.

At first I thought she was busy and didn't care. Later, she didn't log on to the Weibo account for a few days and didn't reply, so I noticed something was wrong.

I called the first time, but she didn't answer.

I called her dormitory, and a girl named Xi Jiameng answered the phone.

I deliberately lowered my voice and asked if Liang Wen was in the dormitory?

Xi Jiameng said: "Wenwen is out. Not in the dormitory."

I thanked her and hung up the phone. After waiting for several hours, Liang Wen took the initiative to call.

Her voice was not as excited as usual, as if she and I were strangers, she asked me: "What's the matter?"

These three words suddenly shortened the distance we cultivated this year. These three words seem ordinary, but it seems to kill all the previous feelings with one blow.

I breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Are you busy these days?" Why didn't you leave a message on my Weibo account?

I didn't say anything later, but she must understand.

Liang Wen spit out two words quickly when I finished speaking: "very busy."

As if to quickly end this unnutritious conversation.

I paused and expressed my attitude, "If you have anything to do, remember to tell me!"

This was the safety line I could give her at that time, and it was also the promise I made. I hope she can feel my heart even though this heart is far away from her in terms of space distance.

Liang Wen hummed and said, "I still have something to do. Goodbye."

The blunt voice and perfunctory attitude made me, who is usually able to understand the thoughts of others, confused at the time.

I even wondered whether she hummed, whether I imagined it or she really hummed.

Five minutes later, she sent me a text message: I am still young, so reading is the most important thing.

Staring at these seven characters, I felt baffled on the one hand, and felt ashamed to be rejected by such a little **** the other hand.

After that phone call, she didn't respond to anything I posted on the Weibo account.

But every month I transfer her past living expenses to her bank card, and she always withdraws all the money on the first day it arrives. Same for the next month.

Naturally, I gave her a lot of living expenses. For a girl, in addition to meeting her basic living needs, she can also meet her other needs.

I didn't take this matter to heart, as a man, he never cares about giving money to his wife, and he doesn't think too much about it.

If I had thought about it a little more at that time, perhaps things would have been different.

After half a year without any communication between us, I sneaked back to China. I didn't tell the company, I didn't tell the fans, I even told Zuoxing after I got on the plane.

Zuo Xing said on the phone: "I know you want to go back to see her, but you have three more stages to go on soon, and this back and forth will waste time. When you come back, I'm afraid you will have to stay up all night to rehearse. You should have said it earlier, and I will take it on my behalf." You go back and have a look at her."

I said, "I want to see her with my own eyes."

Even if it means hiding and sneaking a look at her.

I disguised myself and risked being discovered, returned to the country, and went to the dance academy.

Liang Wen told me before that she has always been at school at three points and one line, rehearsal room, classroom and home.

Generally there will be no change.

There are people coming and going in the school, so it is inconvenient for me to show up, I wait at the door of the house.

Until eleven o'clock in the middle of the night that day, no one came back. I asked someone to go to the dormitory to ask, but she didn't live in the dormitory either.

It's so late, where will she go?

As a result, I didn't see her wandering towards home until two o'clock in the morning.

It was early summer, and the temperature was not too high or low. She was wearing a long windbreaker, her calves were exposed, and her face was painted with heavy makeup. I stood a few meters away from her, and I seemed to be able to smell the perfume flowing in the air. .

My heart sank suddenly.

She staggered a little, obviously drunk.

When she reached the door of the house, she lowered her head to look for the keys in her bag, but she was so drunk that she couldn't even open the bag, and the contents of the bag fell to the ground.

At this time, her cell phone rang.

She picked it up and said with a slurred tongue: "Hi. Well. Okay. I'll go tomorrow. On time. Not late. Goodbye."

Where is she going tomorrow? What to do?

I can't imagine.

I saw her walk into a home I had never set foot in, saw the lights go on.

I don't know how long I stood in the woods by the door.

All I know is that the next day I'm on the plane across the ocean, sleeping like hell. It seems that only when I fall asleep will I feel that what I saw and heard on my trip back to China are all dreams.

Zuo Xing received me and was startled. Said that I was so haggard that I was about to lose my handsomeness. If my fans see it, I'm afraid they will cry bitterly.

I said to Zuo Xing with a sullen face, "Go and find out what Liang Wen is doing in China?"

I'm afraid Zuo Xing has never seen me like this before, and it's the first time to carry out my mission without any nonsense.

Soon, I learned from him that Liang Wen often skipped classes, and the teacher called and criticized her many times. At the same time, she doesn't live in the dormitory and returns to her new home very late. She only played with a girl named Xi Jiameng at school, and everyone else was nothing to her. As for her in the middle of the night, with heavy makeup and drunkenness, Zuo Xing desperately refused to tell me what she was doing. But he did it, and I naturally guessed it.

To say not disappointed would be a lie.

What I saw was basically the same as what the left row learned.

Zuo Xing sighed and said: "People in their school are spreading rumors that Liang Wen is not only good-looking, but also harmless, and she plays crazy in private. Many boys privately express that they like her type. This is not bad. Nice ones. There are more bad ones. I won’t irritate you.”

I looked through our Weibo chat records once again. The girl who was cute and funny in my mind, with a lot of small emotions, was even cuter. Now this image is blurred.

It just so happens that I have accumulated too many acting activities and acting classes at hand, and consciously or unconsciously I use these things to suppress the vacant corner of my heart, so I am even busier. Or I must be making myself look busier.

Looking back now, I was a fool.

People, always be smart, and believe what you see. Hear it and believe it.

But I can't think of anything, why don't you just ask her directly?

If I could get rid of the unquenchable anger rising in my heart at that time, calm down, and have a good talk with Liang Wen, maybe everything would be different.

People in love are stupid, especially when it's the first time like me.

I let my anger burn, let me calm down, suppress my emotions, and frantically go to class, practice, and perform.

I originally planned to compress the four-year completion of my studies, but Shengsheng let me compress it to three years.

I didn't take the initiative to find out about Liang Wen's news. Zuo Xing was afraid of affecting my mood, so naturally he would not take the initiative to mention it.

Until one day, she called me.

And it's been two years since I last heard from her on the phone.

In the past two years, Grandpa has called me countless times, asking me what went wrong between us. Why does Wenwen look horribly thin, mentally ill, and preoccupied. I can't answer.

Liang Wen said on the phone that she wanted me to come back. The reason was that her best friend wanted to act with me.

While her reasoning sucks, I went back the day after I got the call.

However, when I went back, I found...she seemed like a different person!

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