"No."

“…”

But she knew, he heard it.

There is one, there is two. The first sentence is said, so there is also the second sentence.

Yan Ge pursed his lips and held the skirt again in his palm, "I... like your movie very much."

"oh."

“…”

After a little light, Rong Chuo glanced at the side, and saw a round and whirlwind.

This little girl with a good name turned out to be his little fan.

His reaction was concise, as if one word was a waste.

Due to embarrassment, her hands were clenched on the hem of her skirt.

But there are ones and two. If you say that the first time you take the initiative to chat is due to courage, then the second time you start to rely on inertia and nature.

Yan Ge opened his lips like a thousand pounds, "...My favorite is "Silent"."

Just like a book is blown open by the wind, Rong Chuo's eyebrows are slightly raised, and the description is still sparse.

"Silent".

His second movie.

There are many people who like it, including the Oscar judges.

However, this time, Rong Chuo turned his head and asked unintentionally: "Why do you like it?"

Yan Ge: "..."

The idol talked to her.

The question was very light, but it was like an inflatable pump, which made her courage come to her heart. Yan Ge was stunned for a moment, and then said quietly: "What I like most is the lines in the movie, such as...the sentence Xue Zhibei said at 57:43 seconds." Clearing her throat, she imitated the man's tone: "What if I have to force it?"

Xue Zhibei is the protagonist of "Silent" and the role of her idol.

A left-behind teacher engaged in special education.

The educated students have no color or sound in the world.

Yan Ge: "The second is the dialogue at 71 minutes and 20 seconds: 'Then what are you asking for?'' I ask for... I am worthy of my heart."

At this point, she didn't stop, but continued: "There are 80 minutes and 17 seconds left, Xue Zhibei said to the reporter: 'It's not that I don't dare, but that I don't want it; it's not that I don't want it, but that I can't."

“…”

"The lines there are 82 minutes and 5 seconds," Yan Ge was still about to say down, but was interrupted by Rong Chuo's sound of dropping it, as light as water stains, "Have you recited it?"

"No memorization," Yan Ge said the truth: "I just read it many times, so I remember it naturally."

It was windy, and the cold and cold headed, with eyebrows and eyes as feathered as feathers. He brushed straight from the little girl's face: "What is the line at 105 minutes and 8 seconds?"

Yan Ge was stunned for only half a second, "'Can I see you goodbye..." "She paused for a moment, and looked up at her side: "'I'm very happy.'"

“…”

The rest of the emotions arose for the first time in the light appearance of water stains.

There are many people who like "Silent" but she is the first one to memorize the lines and timelines completely.

"These lines are well written, but more importantly," Yan Ge stopped here, raised her head, and then she met his sight and sincerely expressed her views to him: "You are better off."

“…”

Rong Chuo pulled his lips and opened his voice to scatter, "I can't tell, you are quite good at talking."

Yan Ge was humble: "I'm just telling the truth."

“…”

The face of Shaoshang's face became loose, and Rong Chuo looked at the little hair beside him for a few glances.

At this moment of conversation, suddenly a strong light came directly.

It was the Cayenne who drove from a distance with double flashes, slowly slowed down all the way, and then leaned against the side of the road and stopped.

The driver's seat was leaning against Yan Ge's side, and the window was falling. The driver was very respectful, "Sir Rong, the oil is full."

From then on, Yan Ge understood: it was his car that had just gone to the gas station, so he would wait here with her.

So, now, he is leaving.

So Yan Ge stopped continuing the previous topic and looked at him, and she said goodbye to him: "Goodbye, Mr. Rong Chuo."

“…”

The driver also saw the little girl next to the man and drove over from a distance. Seeing the two of them still talking, the driver was still worried in his heart, thinking that when will this man be able to chat and laugh with the little girl?

What you see and what you hear and what you hear.

When the car arrived, Rong Chuo did not stop. He walked straight forward in three or two steps, opened the door and sat in. On that side, the door on the other side was not closed.

The wind moved, the leaves rustled, and the noise was rumbling for a few seconds.

Yan Ge watched her idol in the shadow of the tree for a few seconds.

The driver waited for a few seconds in the driver's seat.

A few seconds later, the door was still not closed and the car had not left.

The driver glanced at the man in the rearview mirror to describe him, and a bold guess immediately arose in his heart.

No?

No way?

Impossible?

I have to know that this car has never carried anyone other than the employer.

In addition, if it is not turned on, it is cleaned and disinfected twice a day. If it is turned on, it is turned on and washed once.

It is reasonable to be obsessed with cleanliness to this extent.

But even if it is speculation, the superiors do not speak, so how can the subordinates submit to their work?

Therefore, the driver was just waiting for someone to speak.

But the car stopped for a while, but had no intention of driving away. Yan Ge was confused, and he narrowed his gaze and looked forward.

He was also looking at her because of the tacit understanding that came from some unknown reason.

When she looked at him.

Only the sight is hidden in the dark, so it is as unclear as glimmer of light.

When each other looks, like a collision between glasses in a vacuum, they communicate silently.

Yan Ge: "?"

Rong Chuo: "."

Yan Ge: "?"

Rong Chuo: "..."

Obviously, communication is not smooth.

Yan Ge was about to speak, but a male voice stopped him, and his voice fell like mist, "Come here."

Yan Ge: “…?”

The simple words happened suddenly, especially when her idol said it. She was stunned for a while, and then realized it later, "What?"

"..." Tremlin, Rong Chuo glanced at her from the quiet space.

His eyes were quiet, like hidden in a well water, and he could not see the bottom, but his lips were slightly raised, and his words were sparse and scattered.
Chapter completed!