Wen Zhuoyu smiled and said, "You don't need your help, the wontons are all ready-made."

A new breakfast restaurant opened outside the community, and the wontons, siumai and xiaolongbao made by the boss are very delicious. Wen Zhuoyu thought it was good after eating it twice, but was impatient to get up early to go to the store to eat, so he bought a lot of semi-finished products and went home.

Wen Zhuoyu went into the kitchen, took a pack of seaweed and a pack of mustard from the refrigerator, and took two packs of wontons filled with fresh meat and placed them on the middle island. Gu Xihuai consciously heated the pot and boiled water, and then put the small wontons into the hot water. A few minutes later, the white water rolled, and Gu Xihuai put the seaweed and mustard into the pot, and added a little salt and white pepper. After waiting for a few more minutes, the fragrant and hot little wontons are cooked. Wen Zhuoyu picked up two white soup bowls, and poured the wontons in the pot with the soup and water into the bowls. The hot air was fragrant in an instant, but unfortunately there was no coriander at home, and when finally served the plate, always felt a little less soul.

"It's so fragrant!" Gu Xihuai took a deep breath, picked up the tray and carefully brought two bowls of steaming wontons into the dining room.

It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the city that had been bustling all day gradually sank into silence, the stars were shining outside the window and the night breeze was cool.

Probably because the entertainment during the day was too tiring, and the two of them didn't talk much. However, the atmosphere in the room did not seem silent and depressing at all, instead it carried a trace of tacit understanding and comfort, and tiredness gradually rolled over to my heart.

After eating supper, Gu Xihuai washed the dishes consciously. Then said goodbye to Wen Zhuoyu and went home to sleep.

A good night's sleep.

The next morning, Wen Zhuoyu woke up on time at 6:30. The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and it seemed to be another good day.

Wen Zhuoyu stretched out on the bed, closed his eyes for a while, and then got up reluctantly to wash. In the past few months, there have been night scenes, stock speculation, and classes. The almost continuous schedule has severely overdrawn Wen Zhuoyu's physical strength and energy, making him always feel very tired.

After finally taking the summer vacation and not working, Wen Zhuoyu originally wanted to lie at home and take a good nap, but the biological clock did not give Wen Zhuoyu a chance to be lazy at all. Lying on the bed tossing and turning, he couldn't fall asleep. After a long time, he felt dizzy and dizzy. Wen Zhuoyu had no choice but to get up and go to the morning exercise.

When he went downstairs, he happened to meet Gu Xihuai who was also going for a morning run. Wen Zhuoyu said with a smile, "It was almost two o'clock after supper yesterday, why don't you sleep more?"

Wen Zhuoyu has a biological clock to prevent him from sleeping in, and Gu Xihuai, an actor with a messy schedule, does not have one. Because of their line of work, it's a common thing to shoot the big night to catch the sunrise. Sometimes, even if you don't shoot a movie, you have to shoot until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night when you receive an announcement. Therefore, Gu Xihuai has absolutely no stable biological clock. When the two filmed "Twin" together before, Gu Xihuai basically slept during the day while filming at night. Only on weekends will I take Wen Zhuoyu to inspect the progress of the renovation.

Hearing Wen Zhuoyu's question, Gu Xihuai smiled and said, "I can't sleep for a while. Thinking that you will also come out for morning exercises, why not join us?"

Wen Zhuoyu raised his eyebrows and readily agreed.

So the two ran around the landscape of the community for two laps, chatting about the next work while running. The movie starring Gu Xihuai has entered the promotion stage, and he will follow the crew to B city for a road show tomorrow. In addition, have to participate in several variety shows as a flying guest, also to promote the movie.

Wen Zhuoyu is about to join a new movie. It was the script that Director Chen Xusheng introduced to him before. It was a literary film that told the story of the inheritance of craftsmanship. Wen Zhuoyu plays an embroidery heir in the movie. In order to play this role well, Wen Zhuoyu has recently taken time to read a lot of materials related to Su embroidery.

"At least you have to learn how to thread a needle and twist a thread!" Wen Zhuoyu said, "Fortunately, it won't start until next week, so I still have time."

Having said that, Wen Zhuoyu sighed with a frown. Looking at his slender, white hands, he couldn't imagine how these hands would look like threading needles.

In his last life, he was under the control of Xingyan Film and Television. He has also made some bad dramas and bad movies, but he has never been in contact with similar roles. Haven't learned any related skills. If it wasn't for the script that really moved Wen Zhuoyu, and it was the male lead, Wen Zhuoyu wouldn't even plan to take it.

Gu Xihuai had also read the script, and smiled when she heard the words: "I believe in you, you will definitely be able to play the role of Xiusheng well."

Wen Zhuoyu said, "I borrow your auspicious words."

The next movie Wen Zhuoyu is going to play is called "Embroidery Spring". If an uninformed audience sees the name, they may think that this movie is related to Jin Yiwei of the Ming Dynasty, but in fact this is a film about the inheritance of embroidery. story.

The embroidery of "Embroidery Spring" is the embroidery of embroidery, and spring is the spring of youth. The male protagonist, Xiusheng, is the ninth-generation descendant of Su embroidery masters. Because of his family background, he has to learn embroidery since he was a child. Sitting in front of the embroidery bar every day to learn how to divide the thread, learn how to dye and draw pictures, day after day, year after year, such a boring skill is really difficult for a young boy who has always been lively and active.

What made Xiusheng even more unbearable was that the friends around him could not accept that Xiusheng would become an embroidery master in the future. They mocked embroidery students as "sissy", saying that embroidery is a skill only girls can learn. Boys of the same age therefore rejected the isolated Xiusheng, and no one wanted to play with him. And Xiusheng was fed up with other friends being able to play football and games after school, but he could only sit in front of the embroidery stretcher day after day and sort out the needles and threads that would never be separated.

When this patience came to an end, Xiusheng finally broke out. He had a big quarrel with his family, smashed the embroidery stretcher, destroyed all the manuscripts of the embroidery samples, and vowed never to touch needles or learn embroidery again. He also mocked his father, a man who only sits at home and embroiders grass and birds and animals every day. He can't make money from embroidering things, and he wants to delay his son's future.