The perfect future of rebirth

This is a question, a difficult question.

Zhao Fusheng, who had occasionally read a few philosophy books in his previous life, felt that it was a very pale, empty, and goddamn son of a bitch.

It is said that beating to death is not an ordinary way, but the problem is that Jiang Wen and Zhou Yun are 15 years younger.

If he didn't know that the two of them finally got together in the previous life, Zhao Fusheng's first reaction would be that Jiang Wen, that bastard, was joking.

But the problem now is, he knows that the two are destined, what should he do?

"Look at you, you are talking." Jiang Wen looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked anxiously.

"No boyfriend, but you are so old, do you have the nerve to chase after him?" Zhao Fusheng chuckled lightly, teasing Jiang Wendao.

"Then you don't have to worry about it." Jiang Wenwen said with joy and excitement.

Zhao Fusheng didn't understand what this guy was thinking. If Zhou Yun had a boyfriend, it would be a good idea for him to ask himself. If he had to ask himself why, it would be superfluous.

Rolling his eyes, Zhao Fusheng said helplessly, "Is that why you asked me to come?"

"Of course, this is a matter of great importance to my life." Jiang Wen said proudly.

"It's not about the crew?"

"The crew?" Jiang Wen said with a sneer: "Everything is fine for the crew, and you are not needed."

After finishing speaking, disregarding Zhao Fusheng's hurt feeling, he turned around and left.

Seeing this guy out of his sight, Zhao Fusheng wished he could kick his ass, this stuff is really too hateful, he would throw it away when he was done using it, and treat himself like nothing.

But he had to admit that Jiang Wen actually said a lot.

The crew really has nothing to do with themselves.

Sitting there, watching the filming of the crew, Zhao Fusheng found that although Lu Chuan was young, he was indeed very talented in directing work, and he directed the operation of the entire crew in an orderly manner without any jerky at all.

The two met before, but only once. After greeting each other, Lu Chuan went to work on his own affairs, and Zhao Fusheng simply wandered around the crew.

The former had no intention of wooing the new screenwriter, and the latter had no intention of making friends with the new director.

According to what Zhao Fusheng said to Jiang Wen before, both he and Lu Chuan belong to the kind of talented young people, but one depends on himself and the other depends on Lao Tzu, they can't become friends who drink and talk, at most they are just acquaintances who nod .

Jiang Wen felt that Zhao Fusheng was hypocritical, but Zhao Fusheng felt that this was normal. After all, Zhao Fusheng had never read the works of Lu Chuan in his previous life. He only knew that this man was a talented person with a good father, so All the way to success, without any setbacks.

For ordinary people like Zhao Fusheng who have no background and connections and can only rely on themselves, Lu Chuan belongs to the kind of child from other people's family, who has a good family background, good studies, and a happy life. This kind of person is born to be different from Zhao Fusheng. stand up.

Shaking his head, seeing that his girlfriend was not there, Zhao Fusheng decided to leave after much deliberation.

The sky was cloudy and the sun was not visible. Whether it was vehicles or pedestrians, they looked a little lazy, and even the riders were a little light when they pedaled.

The National Day holiday has begun, and Zhao Fusheng's first New Year's film is being shot in full swing.

But he didn't like that director.

Chapter 642 Let It Go

The National Day holiday has just begun, and Zhao Fusheng's mood has improved a lot.

He has been away from Ninghai for almost a month. Whether it is long or short, one month can at least allow him to look at many things with a peaceful mind.

The fire at Hongqi Middle School did not burn after all. I don’t know if Wang Xiaorong was awakened by herself, or she had other thoughts in her heart. In short, the rut of history quietly turned a corner at a fork in the road. Something happened. , just missed it.

Sitting back in the car, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help recalling the trajectory of his life. At that time, he desperately wanted to succeed, but after a few years, he just lowered his head.

When I was young, I could say that I was working hard for my dreams, but now that I think about it, I'm really a bit silly.

When getting off the car, a gust of cool wind blew by, Zhao Fusheng pinched his nose, shrugged his shoulders, and muttered: "It's winter."

Yes, as soon as the National Day is over, winter is coming.

The autumn harvest should have started in the northern countryside at this time, and according to Ning Hai, it seems that the school should be much more lively at this time, and the freshmen on the playground finally started various activities.

Zhao Fusheng had no reason, and he missed the university campus a little bit.

Although he is worth a lot now, Zhao Fusheng really doesn't like this kind of life. His wife and children are hot on the bed, which is probably his highest pursuit.

Of course, the premise is that there is enough money to spend, and there is no need to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

He has been so vulgar all his life, even if he is reborn, he is not a high-class person. Zhao Fusheng has a very clear understanding of himself.

After hesitating for a while, Zhao Fusheng took out his phone and dialed a number he hadn't called for a long time.

"I forgive your aunt." Zhao Fusheng said something with a smile, and then hung up without waiting for the other party to answer.

On the other side of the phone, Mu Qingqing looked puzzled, and the people around her asked strangely, "Qingqing, who is it?"

"It's all right, a friend."

Mu Qingqing shook her head, showing a tempting smile, stepped aside, and dialed her aunt's number.

"Sister, Zhao Fusheng called me just now." Mu Qingqing said straight to the point.

"Why, what did he say?" Mu Qingwan was a little surprised. The last time Wang Zhonglei came forward, she didn't let Zhao Fusheng let go. She had already planned to end the record company business.

After all, if Zhao Fusheng didn't nod his head no matter what, Wang Zhonglei couldn't offend him for himself.

She had heard from Wang Zhonglei that Hua Yi had recently cooperated with Zhao Fusheng again.

"It's nothing, he just told me that he forgives you." Mu Qingqing said.

"Really?" Mu Qingwan stood up from the chair all of a sudden: "He really said that?"

"Well, aunt, did you see him in Beijing this time?" Mu Qingqing asked strangely.

She had heard from Mu Qingwan before that she planned to ask someone to make peace, but then there was no further information. She thought that her aunt had failed, but now it seems that it has worked.

Mu Qingwan smiled wryly: "I see, I just did not expect that he is more difficult to deal with than we imagined."

She was telling the truth. She originally thought that Zhao Fusheng was just an ordinary college student with a little talent.Unexpectedly, he actually had something to do with Hua Yi, and even Wang Zhonglei couldn't do anything about him.

It's just that I didn't expect that Zhao Fusheng would take the initiative to forgive himself when he thought that there was no way out.

Mu Qingqing and Mu Qingwan were puzzled. It was difficult for them to understand Zhao Fusheng's mentality. What was he doing for?

Zhao Fusheng why?

Hehe, he didn't know either.

He just felt that there was no need for him and Mu Qingwan to spend this much time.In other words, a Mu Qingwan doesn't deserve the reputation of being narrow-minded.