After the film king became a fan of me, I became popular

Cen Xi was [-] kilometers away from him.

Late at night, the British-style villa was still brightly lit and full of people.

The maid was quietly cleaning up the mess after the party. Cen Xi put the champagne in his hand on the long table covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and walked upstairs along the winding stairs.

"Hey." Walking to the second floor, Cen Xi saw a man leaning on the carved railing. The man raised his head and greeted him.

The man has brown hair and blue eyes. His appearance is a mixture of the gentleness of the East and the handsomeness of the West. He has a romantic temperament. He said to Cen Xi in English: "Long time no see."

Cen Xi nodded to him politely, but he didn't mean to exchange greetings, he didn't look sideways, and wanted to go around him and walk to his room.

As a result, the man stretched his legs and stopped him: "The old man has something to look for you."

Cen Xi glanced at him: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, but," the man smiled, "are you ready to come back?"

Cen Xi shook his head: "I don't have any plans for now."

"But on your old man's side," the man rubbed his chin, "Is there only one direct line left for you, or should your sister come back? Anyway, one has to be returned. The old man's body is about to fail."

Cen Xi looked calm, and upon hearing these words, he asked instead: "What do you want to do?"

"Does it depend on what I want to do?" The man spread his palms and shrugged his shoulders: "All eyes are staring at you from top to bottom. If I want to snatch it, I have to snatch it better than others."

Cen Xi was silent for a moment, did not reply, and left straight away.

The man with brown hair and blue eyes watched him leave. After a while, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but he didn't rush to light it.

He bit a cigarette like a lollipop, and lowered his eyes in thought for a while.

Cen Xi's direct lineage is also really funny. They don't want to leave the country that the old man made, and the sons they gave birth to are either engaged in academics, or wandered around the world to paint, or they simply disappeared for fun. Even the grandchildren It's not easy, each one is weirder than the other, and Cen Xi, the ice cube in it, rarely looks normal.

There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of the man's mouth, seeing that the old man's body couldn't hold on much longer, waiting for the side dog to bite the dog, and then picking up the leak himself, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds.

Cen Xi pushed open the heavy mahogany lacquered door and went in. The inside was filled with the aroma of herbs after acupuncture and moxibustion. Cen Xi closed the door, turned and walked into the room.

"Xi'er is here." Walking around the six ink-splashed flower-and-bird screens, an elderly man was reclining on a reclining chair, and the doctor next to him was packing his things.

Hearing the old man's words, the quiet and busy people around stopped their movements and retreated silently.

Soon, only Cen Xi and him were left here.

"Grandpa." Cen Xi stepped forward, sat down on the small round wooden stool next to the reclining chair, and gently held the old man's thin hand.

The old man patted the back of Cen Xi's hand with his other hand, probably because he looked in good spirits after the treatment, so he first asked Cen Xi, "How is your father?"

"He's fine," Cen Xi replied, then added after a pause, "We're all fine, Grandpa doesn't have to worry."

"When I'm old, it's always easy to overthink." The old man shook his head and sighed heavily: "I'm going to be buried soon."

Originally, at this time, ordinary people should comfort him that he will live a long life, so don't think too much, but Cen Xi is not such an ordinary person, he just remained silent for a moment, and then said: "Grandpa, what do you want to say?"

The old man glanced at him in relief, and unlike other people who were good at superficial kung fu, Cen Xi's temper was very much like himself, direct and sharp, never procrastinating.

"Some time ago, a cousin of yours was sent to Zhiheng in China," the old man said slowly, "You should have been allowed to experience it, but your father strongly opposed it, saying that you are not good at these things."

Cen Xi listened quietly to him.

"Your father is still too self-willed. I used to let him do what he wanted. That's because I was still young. Now that I'm half buried in the ground, I have to think about many things."

The old man said too much at once, coughed twice, Cen Xi got up and poured warm water for him to drink.

"You two uncles are walking around and playing around, and there are not many juniors who can be relied on." The old man took a few sips of hot water, took a breath, and then said: "I want to leave the house before leaving." Everything is entrusted to you, do you have any ideas?"

Cen Xi didn't make a sound at first, but later said: "Grandpa, I will not have an heir."

The old man glanced at him in surprise, as if he didn't realize what he meant at once. It took a long time before he frowned and coughed a few times: "You..."

He saw Cen Xi's indifferent and calm black eyes, but he couldn't say what he said next.

The atmosphere between the two froze for a moment.

After a few more minutes, the old man closed his eyes tiredly: "Forget it, you can think about your future affairs yourself in the future. I only look at the present, and you are the most suitable."

"There's still about a year left. If you're determined not to come back, tell me earlier, and I'll make arrangements."

"Okay, let's go out."

After Cen Xi came out, he closed the door, nodded to the servant waiting at the side, and then went back to his room.

He took out his mobile phone, only to see the message Yu Wan sent him a few hours ago. Cen Xi replied to him, but Yu Wan didn't reply. He dialed the phone, and a mechanical female voice came out of the phone: "You OK, the number you dialed is active..."

Yu Wan was indeed on the phone.

He received a call from his mother Tang Yiqing in the morning, and the two chatted for a while. Tang Yiqing carefully cut to the chase: "Are you...are you free at noon today?"

Yu Wan is in the library, sitting on the small leather sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a soft voice: "Huh?"

"Your brother..." Tang Yiqing hesitated to speak, and finally sighed, "His birthday is today."

"Understood." Yu Wan responded, turning over a page of the book in front of him, without any emotion in his eyes.

Tang Yiqing waited for a while, but seeing no sign from Yu Wan, she could only soften her tone: "He has been arguing with me for several days, and he said he wants to have a meal with the family. Are you free at noon today? Your father has booked a restaurant. Come out to celebrate Chen Chen's birthday?"

Yu Wan switched the phone to the other hand and wrote a few words in the notebook with the pen in his right hand, saying casually, "I have an appointment with a classmate at noon, sorry."

Tang Yiqing was silent for a while, Yu Wan saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, so he said, "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first?"

There was a burst of noise on the other end of the phone, and after a few seconds, a boy's voice changed, extremely anxious: "Brother, aren't you coming?"

Hearing Qiu Anchen's words, Yu Wan stopped writing for a moment: "Yes."

"Father reserved a seat for you." Qiu Anchen grabbed the phone and said in an aggrieved tone, "You used to be there for my birthday every year."

Yu Wan looked up at the bright sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows: "So not this year."

Qiu Anchen wanted to speak again, but Yu Wan interrupted him first: "I'm in the library, it's inconvenient to talk on the phone, so I hung up."

Qiu Anchen listened to the busy tone from the phone, and stood there for a while.

Tang Yiqing was beside him with worried eyes: "Chenchen?"

He put down his cell phone, pursed his lips tightly, and finally didn't have an attack, just went back to the room without saying a word.

Tang Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief, Qiu Anchen became very angry when he quarreled, even her mother had a headache, during this time when the two children were having conflicts, Qiu Anchen somehow failed to get angry, it's really strange.

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After Yu Wan hung up the phone, he turned off the phone impatiently. He was worried that Qiu Anchen would bombard him with another set of phones, and he didn't have time to check if there was any new news.

Three hours later, Yu Wan left the library, checked the time, and was about to go to the cafeteria to have something to eat.

As for making appointments with classmates, of course it's an excuse.

But before Yu Wan took two steps, he saw someone sitting on a bench outside the library.

He paused, turned around and wanted to go to the other side, but Qiu Anchen had already seen him, stood up and chased after him, shouting: "Brother! Wait a minute!"

The voice was a little louder, and the students who came and went around cast dissatisfied glances.

Yu Wan pulled him to the overhead floor aside, and asked, "What are you doing at my school?"

"Here," Qiu Anchen handed Yu Wan a small gift box in his hand, "Your portion of the cake."

Yu Wan glanced at it, but still accepted it.

Qiu Anchen was a little hot from running, his face was flushed, his peach eyes were watery, and his gaze was shining brightly. Several students who were memorizing in the overhead floor looked this way involuntarily.

"Brother, you..." Qiu Anchen got stuck again after saying two words, as if he couldn't speak, he finally opened his mouth after a while: "Won't you say happy birthday to me?"

Yu Wan looked down at the cake in his hand and was silent for a moment.

In fact, for him, Qiu Anchen's birthday may be the beginning of his disaster.

Qiu Anchen waited for a while without Yu Wan uttering a word, he lowered his head in disappointment: "Then you don't need to say..."

"Happy birthday." Yu Wan raised his head and looked directly at him: "A polite and polite wish."

Qiu Anchen smiled, he originally wanted to hug Yu Wan, but he didn't want him to take a step forward, so Yu Wan took a step back.

"..." Qiu Anchen gritted his teeth, is Yu Wan still unwilling to reconcile with him?

Yu Wan: "Alright, you still have class in the afternoon, so go back first."

Qiu Anchen didn't want to leave so quickly, he racked his brains for a long time, and then found another topic: "You and that Cen...Cen Xi, right? Why are you two's CP being circulated on the Internet recently?"

It was not very easy to find this topic, because Yu Wan's face darkened.

"I don't know."

"Did he deliberately pull you to sell the character design? I think he is uneasy and kind, don't be deceived."

"..."

"Brother, it's not like you haven't seen this kind of person before. Who can be sincere? You recently..."

Yu Wan interrupted him unhappily: "Qiu Anchen, it's time for you to go back."

Qiu Anchen stared straight at his expression, as if he had sensed something from the subtle fluctuations, he felt uncomfortable, and his mouth was stinging: "I think he only likes you on the surface, and you are not that kind of person."

The author has something to say: How should I put it, this is also Wanwan’s heart disease, and heart disease must be solved

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