Unconventional screenwriter

Taeyeon looked at Cheng Ze, who was half lying on the bedding with his head drooping, feeling a little bit intolerable.

Is this sad?

But no matter how cold it is, you can't be in the quilt of anger, after all, isn't this what it is?

"Good night," she said tentatively.

"Well, good night." The tone was light.

Taeyeon was embarrassed, as if she was really unhappy.

She should have done nothing wrong, right?!

And here, Cheng Ze scolded himself secretly.

"She's angry at you, you angry at that, don't think about things you shouldn't."

...

"Song Ze, Cheng Ze, wake up." Taeyeon had a bad feeling in her heart as she watched Cheng Ze curled up in pain.

Wouldn't you really have nightmares?

"Shengze, Chengze..."

Jin Chengze frowned, he couldn't help muttering something in his mouth, his face was full of cold sweat.

A huge iron plate fell towards "he", and "he" closed his eyes subconsciously. Maybe it would be nice to die just like that under the night sky.

Only under the action of a strong thrust, "he" fell into the distance.

The moment he opened his eyes, "he" saw a dark boy falling under the iron plate, and "he" rushed forward.

"What are you doing?"

"Ahem, I will save you, Cheng Ze." A simple smile appeared on the boy's dark face.

Even though the surrounding fire was blazing into the sky, "he" still felt that the blood vomited by the teenager was more dazzling.

"You wait, I'll save you." "He" moved the iron plate hard, but due to chronic malnutrition, "he" could not move the iron plate at all.

The boy vomited blood again, and he weakly said, "Chengze, I'm not saved, come here, can I ask you something?"

"You...you said."

"Shengze, can you help me take care of my sister?"

"You take care of your sister, how can you let me take care of it? I will find someone to rescue you now."

Li Zaixun squeezed "his" hand vigorously: "Shengze, don't go to other people, so you can't escape. This is your jade, I stole it for you."

"He" took the bloody jade seal in Li Zaixun's hands with trembling hands, and muttered, "Why are you doing this?"

"Aren't you telling me that we are relatives? If it is due to relatives, we must put our hearts and minds on him and do our best."

"He" looked at Lee Jae-hoon, who was smiling like a fool, and the phrase "I used you, I didn't treat you as a relative" was never said.

"Inside, relatives."

Li Zaixun’s eyes lit up suddenly, and he pointed to the kayak beside him vigorously, “Shengze, there is water and food I prepared for us, but I may not be able to walk with you. Don’t be afraid of you alone. , Must live."

"He" knew what he was about to face, death.

"Inside."

"My sister's name is Li Zhien, you know, this is her picture, I will give it to you."

As soon as he took the picture of Lee Jae-hoon as a baby, "he" found that Lee Jae-hoon's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Chengze, must live, live with my share, and help me take care of her."

"Lee Jae Hoon!"

"Lee Jae Hoon!"

Amidst the sound of gunfire, explosions, and shouts, "he" rowed his kayak away from this devil-like place, and the huge "cargo ship" gradually sank to the bottom of the sea in the flames.

The little kayak swayed up and down with the turbulent waves. The sky was gloomy and black. "He" was shrunk in the kayak. Only pain, loneliness and guilt accompanied him.

"He" regrets it. If he doesn't use other people in the prison, he doesn't play with people's hearts, maybe Li Jae-hoon will not die, but he wants to escape and no longer curl up in the dark every day. Is this wrong?

The endless darkness kept squeezing him, but the "light" seemed to come.

"Chengze."

"Chengze, wake up."

"Did you have a nightmare."

"This is just a nightmare, you wake up quickly."

The darkness that enveloped him faded little by little with the girl's anxious cry, and his body gradually floated upward, and there was light above his body.

He opened his eyes and forced a smile at Taeyeon: "Nuna, Miane, I scared you."

"It didn't scare me, not at all." Taeyeon wiped the sweat off his face with her hand, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

"Nuna, I'm a little cold."

"Is it cold?" Taeyeon put her quilt on Cheng Ze, and at the same time she lay in, she hugged his head and gently patted his back: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Inside, I haven't done it for a long time, ha."

"You crow's mouth, it's okay to panic about having a nightmare and asking someone to accompany you, right now it's really a nightmare." She rubbed Chengze's head, seeming to be angry.

"Well, I won't mention it anymore." He buried his head on Taeyeon's neck and sniffed the scent on her body vigorously, which seemed to calm him a lot.

"What nightmare did you have this time?"

"Dreaming about you hitting me."

Taeyeon touched the hand on the back of Cheng Ze's head. At this time, he was still in the mood to joke with her. She grabbed his hair and said softly: "If you don't want to be young and bald, just tell me the truth."

The tingling sensation at the roots of the hair made him dare not care, because there was a difference between him who was bald and he who was not.

One is a god-level handsome, the other is a mortal handsome.

"Well, I dreamt..."

"What do you dream about?" Taeyeon slowly let go of her hand.

"I dreamed that you didn't want me anymore and ran away with other beautiful women."

"Kim Sungze, you..."

"Nuna, I don't want to say, I don't want to scare you." And in that nightmare, he was a mean and inferior person.

Cheng Ze's hoarse and feeble voice was full of fatigue, Taeyeon's heart throbbed, and she hugged him tightly.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it, because sometimes I don't want to say a lot of things."

Cheng Ze felt a sense of ease of being understood in his heart, and he whispered, "Nuna."

"Inside."

"If I am not a perfect person, maybe a bad person, would you still treat me well?"

Hearing this, Taeyeon was silent for a while, and then spoke extremely silently.

"Are you a narcissist? Still perfect? ​​How perfect are you? If nothing else, you just say that your body can’t hold your shoulders, you can’t stand the wind, you can’t stand the rain, you get sick from time to time, and your words are a little irritating. I started pretending to be pathetic, crying, and having nightmares."

"From Jeonju to Seoul, don't you know how many times you have been sick? I.. I am a girl who is not as sick as you." After that, Taeyeon was aggrieved.

Why not give her a chance when she falls ill and someone takes care of her tenderly?!

If Cheng Ze had never been a sissy, and looked like a man in work and life, they would really have switched roles between men and women.