infinite gravity

The person in front of him gradually approached, and his own shadow could even be seen in the pupils of the other person, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his lips slightly opened, as if he was welcoming, waiting, and looking forward to what was about to happen.

The hand holding his shoulder was tight, obviously a little nervous.At this moment, Mu Zheng and Zhang Yan's breaths were long and slow, and they tentatively narrowed the distance between each other little by little, carefully crossing the insurmountable gap...

Ken's untimely loud voice rang out at this moment.

"Zhang Yan, have you changed your clothes yet? It's time to go to the celebration banquet!"

Zhang Yan and Mu Zheng separated quickly as if waking up from a dream. Ken who opened the door just saw two quick afterimages. Waiting for a closer look, Zhang Yan was sitting on a sofa with their prince. , Zhang Yan clenched his fists around his mouth and coughed for some reason, while the crown prince Mu Zheng sat on the other side of the sofa with his legs crossed and his back straight, forming a kaolin flower.

The nervous photographer obviously couldn't notice the ambiguous atmosphere in the room, so he greeted Mu Zheng straightforwardly.

"Yo, too... why is Manager Mu here, just in time, let's go have dinner together."

"No, I'm just dropping by, I have something to do later..."

"Don't, just push it down if it's not important. It's lively when there are many people. Zhang Yan must really want Manager Mu to come with him, right?"

As soon as the topic was thrown, Zhang Yan quickly nodded kindly, trying to make his eyes and tone more sincere: "Yes, Ah Zheng, come together, director Xie and other filmmakers will also go, you know all of them People, just have a meal, and it won't waste your time."

Director Xie's adjustments and teaching during this period were not in vain. At this time, Zhang Yan's eyes were wet, with pleading and hope carefully, looking pitiful, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

Mu Zheng sighed helplessly: "Okay, I'll go for a while, just in time to toast Director Xie for the company."

This project conference was very successful. During the meal, representative Liu Mingxue made a toast to all the people involved in the project. Then Director Xie stood up and toasted Zhang Yan.

"Xiao Zhang, I'm not humble enough to say that this movie not only received good reviews from the media, but also got a high score in my heart. Half of the credit is due to you, and your acting is not bad! It's just me, with a bad temper. , talking nonsense as soon as I got angry, and said some nasty things during the filming, now I will punish myself, I hope Xiao Zhang will not take it to heart."

Zhang Yan quickly picked up his wine glass to pay homage to Director Xie: "Director Xie, you are being polite. I have something that I didn't do well. I should be criticized. You have also given me a lot of guidance. Who doesn't have a bad temper? After doing this A glass of wine is considered to be a 'smile away'!"

What Zhang Yan said was the truth, this big director got angry and his mouth was as shameless as a person who can scold like a machine gun. It is worthy of admiration. The requirements for actors are also seeking truth from facts. What should be praised is never stingy. If you don’t understand, I will patiently explain to you and guide you slowly. Zhang Yan actually learned a lot from Director Xie during the filming days .

After drinking a glass of wine, Zhang Yan poured another glass, turned around, and faced Mu Zheng, who had been eating silently like a decoration.

"And my good friend Mu Zheng, thank you for helping me break through the bottleneck, there are still a few days to shoot and I will suffer from you!"

"I just understand myself to be honest, you can figure it out is your own ability, but as a friend, I will accept this glass of wine."

Although he was a bit puzzled by the last sentence, Mu Zheng clinked glasses with Zhang Yan openly.It was really not hard to shoot him for a few days. He only occasionally helped to move things. Most of the time, he wandered around alone. The only thing that was worth doing was to comfort Zhang Yan after he was scolded by Director Xie. For a moment, even though he was ordered by Zhang Yan to stand outside the set where he could see and not move, occasionally he had to accept the baptism of Zhang Yan's gaze from filming.

After the meal, Liu Mingxue proudly booked a luxury suite at the KTV so that everyone could indulge without interruption.

Mu Zheng didn't want to go with him, but Zhang Yan, Liu Mingxue and Ken took turns to persuade him, so he agreed.

Whenever people go to KTV, there will always be a Maiba in the crowd. When Zhang Yan meets with friends in the circle, Maiba is himself, and when he meets with his performing arts company, it is Ah Wen. But this time, this existence is surprising Everyone's jaws fell on Director Xie's head.

Maiba, if you sing well, everyone will applaud you and be happy for you to sing more songs. If you sing badly and keep singing without self-awareness, it will be torture.

God gave Xie Dao outstanding camera aesthetic ability, so he withdrew his voice.Nearly half a hundred of the great directors who sang songs this year can be described as barren accents and devilish sounds piercing ears, howling ghosts and howling wolves. There are thousands of notes in a song, but he can sing it for you, and none of them are in tune.

This is a pain for Zhang Yan and others, covering his ears with his hands is not enough, he has to rub a few balls of paper towels to plug his ears, under the double insurance, he feels that the sound of the death-defying magic sound penetrates the eardrum and bombards his brain, and his life is over.

Zhang Yan is okay, but his face is livid, his fists are clenched, his forehead is bulging, and his arms are bulging. He can still sit still. Ah Wen and the others can no longer stand crying and rolling on the sofa.

The most normal one is Mu Zheng. The prince, who has been trained in manners since he was a child, still sits gracefully, and even has a calm smile on his face, but this smile seems to have two hooks that draw the corners of his lips, and it has remained that way for a long time. In the arc of a calm smile, I can't lift it up or let it go.

Liu Mingxue already had thousands of regrets in her heart. She chose KTV instead of going anywhere. Suddenly, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw a few small cubes quietly placed under the table. Loudly proposed to play dice, everyone applauded unanimously, only Director Xie was still a little bit reluctant to let go of the microphone, and was finally persuaded by the persuasive tongue of Wenda's manager.

After a noisy discussion, everyone agreed to shake the dice to compare the size, and the one with the smallest score will be fined a glass of beer.

Once Zhang Yan got in touch with the game, he was not only capable but also very lucky. After a few rounds, not to mention a few glasses of wine, it was commonplace to shake a big number. Everyone's eyes were a little drunk. The beer in front of Zhang Yan There are still half of the bottles left.

"Hey...brother, brother, don't bring such a... ah, don't cheat..." Ken was already lying on the table and couldn't speak clearly, and I can remember that Zhang Yan almost didn't lose.

"Hmph, the dice are rolled under everyone's noses, and they are also opened under their noses. How can they cheat? The big photographer is willing to bet and admit defeat."

As Zhang Yan spoke, he put the dice back into the cup and shook them indiscriminately, in a playful way.

"Bah, I don't believe you can win all the time. If I block you with the two bottles of beer I drank, I will definitely lose!" Awen, who obviously lost a lot, said angrily while shaking.

When the dice fell, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all clicked.

Ken, Director Xie, and Zhang Yan's assistant Xiao Cai all had four points, Liu Mingxue had five points, Ah Wen had three points, leaving only Zhang Yan and Mu Zheng.

Mu Zheng didn't drink much, but he obviously didn't hold enough alcohol, his face was flushed, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't see the focus clearly.He slowly took the cup away—one six, one four, one two, two o'clock!

Everyone took a deep breath angrily, is Zhang Yan going to escape again this time?

"Ah Zheng, your luck is still so bad, look at me!"

Zhang Yan licked his lips, not in a hurry to open something, first lifted the cup a little and lowered his head to peek at it, and before everyone could ask what happened, he pushed the cup with the dice.

"It's one point, I lost." Then he picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp.

"I think everyone is almost done drinking, enough is enough, continue to sing K or play something else, I will play a song to cheer everyone up."

The big singer wanted to sing in person, so everyone naturally whistled and clapped their hands.

Afterwards, the crowd divided into several groups, playing their own games. Mu Zheng and no one got together. They went to the toilet and left the private room. They walked through the corridor and came to the balcony. There were several reclining chairs for people to rest on the balcony. Mu Zheng Lie down on one of them, cross your hands on your stomach, squint your eyes and wait quietly for the alcohol to pass.

"Give you."

Suddenly something warm and cold was stuck to his face, Mu Zheng opened his eyes, Zhang Yan was standing beside him with a cup of tea in one hand, and he was sticking a cup of tea on his face.

"Thank you." Mu Zheng took a few sips of the tea, waiting for the warm tea to slowly flow into his stomach that had been ravaged by alcohol tonight along the roar. "What time did you throw it just now? What you said must be a lie."

"Three sixes, the biggest point." Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and lay down on the recliner next to Mu Zheng, "I'm sorry, I won again." He didn't realize it at all.

"Actually, there is no need to do this... Anyway, I didn't drink less tonight, and this one is not bad."

"Anyway, I didn't drink less, and it's not bad to have a glass less, isn't it?"

Mu Zheng didn't answer, his eyes were still closed, his breathing was light and even, and he seemed to be asleep.

Zhang Yan didn't think about it, resting his head on his hands, looking at the dark sky above his head - the night sky in a big city is so unromantic, of course there is no starry sky, even the moon is blocked by the extra thick black clouds tonight behind.

But on this small balcony, there are deck chairs, there is a breeze, there are insects in the distance, and there is Mu Zheng beside him.

"Ah Zheng." Zhang Yan suddenly called out, and when he heard a faint "hmm" from the next door, he chuckled in his heart. Mu Zheng was really drunk, and he liked to pretend to be cold and indifferent when he was drunk. To cover up the embarrassment that may occur when you are drunk.

"We used to sit on the balcony like this when we were young, watch the stars, eat fruit and chat together, do you remember?"

Mu Zheng closed his eyes and smiled softly: "Remember, at that time, as long as it was a bright star, you called it the North Star."

Zhang Yan retorted: "Then you read the astronomical documents for a whole week in order to convince me that either the bright star or the Polaris is required."

"Well...well, I admit we were both silly when we were kids."

Mu Zheng summed up the two of them when they were young in a few words. After a while, those who closed their eyes and rested their minds, watching the night sky and drinking tea, all laughed wantonly.

This was the most relaxed and happy time Zhang Yan and Mu Zheng got along after their reunion. Every time they met before, they were more than strangers, almost familiar, and there was an invisible barrier between them.

Tonight, perhaps with the help of wine, Zhang Yan finally felt that he and Mu Zheng had returned to their childhood sweethearts.

The two met each other and reunited in their minds one by one, and finally the picture was frozen at the dangerous distance between the two in the lounge after the afternoon press conference. Zhang Yan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated rapidly.

Maybe... Maybe... He and Mu Zheng can still...

Under the influence of alcohol, people become more and more daring. Zhang Yan controlled his heartbeat that was about to explode, and tremblingly said:

"Ah Zheng, actually, I, I treat you..."

"Sorry, I have a call."

Mu Zheng suddenly took out his mobile phone and said, Zhang Yan had no choice but to swallow the words that came to his lips, and Ren Muzheng got through the phone.

"Hey, it's me, why did you suddenly text me in the middle of the night?"

The balcony was relatively quiet, Zhang Yan could vaguely hear a woman's voice over there, and Mu Zheng's tone was rare and easy-going, Zhang Yan couldn't help pricking up his ears.

It's a pity that Zhang Yan didn't have a pair of ears, and couldn't hear the woman on the phone clearly, so he could only listen to Mu Zhengyong's soft words that even he rarely enjoyed.

"Buy it if you like it, if you don't have enough money, ask me..."

"Go to bed early, staying up late is not good for the beautiful skin..."

"See you."

Finally hung up.

Zhang Yan's complexion was very ugly: "You...girlfriend?"

"Well, we talked about it abroad, and now she's still in the UK, so it's a long-distance relationship."

Mu Zheng answered casually, as calm as he was answering what to have for dinner. After putting the phone back in his pocket, Mu Zheng remembered what Zhang Yan said when he interrupted him, "By the way, you were going to talk to me just now." say what?"

Zhang Yan's heart fell into the ice cellar after Mu Zheng's "um", but he forced a smile on his face.

"No, it's nothing, I forgot about the unimportant things..."

Mu Zheng narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

"Really, long-winded, I'm going to feel dizzy, go to bed first, call me when you leave."

Then he turned over and turned his back to Mu Zheng, pretending to fall asleep from too much alcohol, so he didn't see the dark eyes of Mu Zheng who was holding the cold tea behind him.