Did Mr. Zhao succeed in confessing today?

Chapter 1

All kinds of billboards in the business district have long gone to sleep, the street lights are depressed and dim, but the night market in the back street is like a sleepless teenager, food stalls are placed along the street, the neon signs at the entrance of Qing Bar are dazzling, and the crowd is bustling and noisy.

The sightseeing elevator went down from the top floor of the Hilton Hotel, and when it reached the fourth floor, the alarm sounded, and the only passenger walked out slowly.

The oncoming wind lifted his bangs, revealing a pair of extremely beautiful eyes. His eyes are slender and slightly curled at the end, but they are not brown like ordinary Asians, but gray with a hint of intoxication. blue.The part below the eyes was covered by a dark scarf, which became the only color on his body besides black.

The hem of his clothes was rattling by the wind, and his pace was a little slow, as if he was taking a walk. He walked from the flat floor to the side of the road and glanced at a certain car opposite with a half-smile, until the car turned out of the parking space and drove away. After leaving, he turned and walked towards the path.

It's 24:[-] a.m., not too late for night owls.He unlocked the phone, dialed one of the recent contacts, and waited for the other party to connect and gave him two "hello" before he realized that he was wearing a scarf, and the voice could not reach the opposite party at all.

"Calling at night and not talking, Jiang Yu, why are you playing with me?" Zhang Siyi yelled on the other end of the phone.

"Sorry." Jiang Yu's voice was a little hoarse, diffused in the night, revealing an indescribable laziness, "I want to call you out for supper, I'm in the pedestrian street now."

"Tsk, I'll come out when this game is over, the one we used to go to when we were in high school, right?"

"Well, I'll wait for you in the past."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yu pulled up the scarf again, put his hand in the pocket of the windbreaker, and walked slowly from one street lamp to another.

Half an hour later, the door of a seafood barbecue restaurant in the back street was pushed open, and the man walked straight into box 103, and saw the person at the table wiping the table with paper towels, with windbreakers and scarves on the back of the chair behind him.

"I've been away for so many years, except for the fact that the tables and chairs are old, this place hasn't changed at all." Jiang Yu raised his head and smiled at Zhang Siyi, his gray-blue eyes curled up, like some kind of wine, surprisingly translucent.

Zhang Siyi opened the chair and sat down, dragged Jiang Yu's cardboard box in front of him, took out three or five paper boxes and put them on the table, and began to wipe the glass on the table like Jiang Yu did.

"It's like going back to high school. We just escaped from evening self-study to eat crayfish." Jiang Yu said.

Zhang Siyi laughed and said, "It's too late for your self-study tonight, it must be called Wanwanwan self-study." As he spoke, his eyes fell from Jiang Yu's face, and finally stopped on his neck, his eyes narrowed slightly, "I said Jiang Yu, you have had an affair in less than twelve hours since you returned home?"

There were more than one red marks on the ivory neck, like red plums scattered on the snow.

Jiang Yu lowered his head. Although he couldn't see it, he knew what it was like, otherwise he wouldn't have taken the scarf that didn't belong to him before leaving.

"I said your voice didn't sound right, I thought you had a cold." Zhang Siyi crumpled up the wiped paper and threw it into the trash can. He nestled in the chair, clasped his hands, and blew at Jiang Yu Whistle, "Look at this, you are the one who was slept, who is it?"

"It's Zhao Weiming." Jiang Yu shrugged.

"Oh, I don't know...Wait, Zhao Weiming?!" His tone suddenly turned high, Zhang Siyi's eyes widened, "Is that Zhao Weiming who you liked in high school and won the best actor award this summer?"

The Zhao Weiming that Zhang Siyi said was in the same high school as them, but two years younger than them, he was a well-known piano prince in the school, but the art test was not for music, but for acting.He made his debut at the age of 20. In the second year, he became popular with the villain in the movie "Awakening of Insects".

"Yes." Jiang Yu nodded, "He still belongs to your brother's company. Speaking of which, you told me three months ago that you will go to work in your brother's company next year?"

"Don't change the subject." Zhang Siyi rolled his eyes at him, "Why did you get together with him, didn't you come back to receive the award?"

"...The Best Soundtrack Award at the BA Film Festival, Zhao Weiming played the male supporting role in the award-winning film, so of course he will be there." Jiang Yu sighed, "As far as your understanding of the entertainment industry and show business circle is concerned, your brother dares to let you enter The company is really bold."

"Don't bury me." Zhang Siyi kicked the table unwillingly, "Didn't you really like him in high school? Now that I finally fell asleep, how do you feel?"

Jiang Yu was silent.

Zhang Siyi raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

It just so happened that the waiter opened the door to serve the food. Two dozen scallops, a dozen oysters, a pot of shrimp and crab porridge, and a plate of hot pepper rabbit filled the table. Zhang Siyi asked him to add half a case of beer.When the wine was on the table, Jiang Yu said:

"The technique is so poor that I really want to shout 'next' in the middle."

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha." Zhang Siyi spit out his wine, "Do you know how many fans Zhao Weiming has? Do you know how many people yell at him every day, 'Husband please fuck'? If you say that, you will be sprayed to death haha Ha ha!"

Jiang Yu took out a piece of paper with extreme disgust and handed it over, then scooped himself a bowl of porridge.

"Actually, I didn't ask how you feel in bed." Zhang Siyi exchanged the dishes on the table with a straight face, pushed the casserole to Jiang Yu's side, and put the spicy pepper rabbit in front of him, "I'm asking what's in your heart Feel."

Jiang Yu picked out the shiitake mushrooms in the porridge, and said, "It's just a one-night stand. He was so drunk that he probably didn't even know who he was sleeping with, so this matter has changed."

"That's... pretty good." Zhang Siyi picked up a scallop, "It's pure kidney loss, no one has to bear the burden."

After picking out the shiitake mushrooms in the shrimp and crab porridge, Jiang Yu took a sip and said "hmm" casually.

"I didn't ask about the details before. Apart from returning to China to find inspiration for the concert, who else did you discuss cooperation with?" Zhang Siyi asked again.

"Currently there is a suspense movie and a historical documentary." Jiang Yu said.

The two chattered in the store and talked about not checking out until four o'clock in the morning. Jiang Yu didn't drink, so he drove.He hadn't come back for a long time, and some routes in the city had been re-planned, and Zhang Siyi had to be woken up halfway through to guide him.

A drunk man who regards one tree as three trees, and a road idiot who has been abroad for nearly ten years and is not used to left-hand steering, the two drove a 10-minute journey for two hours together.

Jiang Yu was helpless. When he reached his destination, he sent Zhang Siyi home first, and then found his key from this man's house, and then went downstairs exhausted.The house in his country was bought downstairs from Zhang Siyi, and he had informed the latter before returning to China, so someone had come to clean the house, and the daily necessities had been purchased.

He walked into the bedroom with his slippers on, opened the cabinet, took out his pajamas, and took out the ointment that the drunk man before entering the community yelled to get off the car, then went straight to the 24-hour pharmacy to buy the ointment, and stepped into the bathroom.

In winter, the days are long and the nights are short. At seven o’clock, the sun still hasn’t come out. The sky is gray and black. The cold wind blows through the streets and alleys, sweeping away the tallest leaves. The leaves flutter and turn up and down until they hit the transparent glass. Only then drooped his head and fell along the wall.

Zhao Weiming, who was sleeping soundly, didn't notice this, he turned over, his sleeping position changed from lying flat to side lying, one hand stretched out from under the quilt, five fingers were loosely bent.

Ten minutes later, the alarm clock rang. Zhao Weiming closed his eyes and muted his phone, but opened his eyes again less than ten seconds later, and sat up straight from the bed.

Memories flooded in like a flood.

Last night was the BA Film Festival, and there is no actor award for the awards. The "Blade" he starred in won the best film award and best soundtrack award.Jiang Yu was the music producer for the film, and this was Jiang Yu's first time cooperating with a domestic film and television company, so he came here from the United States to participate in the award presentation.

After receiving the award, there was a celebration banquet. He drank too much at that time and was sent back to the hotel by someone half-carrying and half-dragging, and then he hugged that person and refused to let go...

He remembered that the man had a pair of gray-blue eyes, and when he smiled, it seemed to be full of water, and then the water really dripped down, along the face to the collarbone, and then to a deeper place.

Zhao Weiming pressed his temples, the stained sheets and the used condoms scattered on the ground were enough to illustrate the facts, but it was unbelievable.

Did he really sleep with Jiang Yu?

Jiang Yu really slept with him?

And after sleeping, Jiang Yu left so quietly? !

Zhao Weiming's inner emotions turned back and forth, from sweetness to discouragement, then he covered his face and fell back, then took out his mobile phone from under the quilt, and called his assistant.

The connection over there was quickly connected, and Zhao Weiming said, "Xiaolu, who brought me back last night?"

"Mr. Jiang and I sent you back, and then you said you wanted to talk to Mr. Jiang, so you let me leave first." Xiaolu said cautiously, "Brother Zhao, what happened?"

Zhao Weiming pursed his lips in a complicated mood: "It's okay, I'm just asking."

"Oh well."

Zhao Weiming said "goodbye" and hung up the phone, then grabbed his head and walked to the bathroom with his shoulders slumped.Wrapped in a bathrobe casually, Zhao Weiming began to brush his teeth weakly. After finishing the wash, he picked up his mobile phone and saw that there were two more missed calls on it - from manager Ling Xiu.

He quickly adjusted his expression and dialed the phone back: "Sister Ling."

"Wei Ming, as of now, five scripts have been sent to me. Last night, the person in charge of EGOIST Asia also revealed to me that he intends to invite you to be the spokesperson for next year." Half the trouble of waking up early, "I will ask Xiaolu to send you the script, and the plane back to the set of "Jing Qiu" is at 35:[-] in the afternoon, remember to pay attention to the time."

"I see, Sister Ling." Zhao Weiming looked down at the ground through the glass. The night had not receded, and the shadows of the trees were dim. He responded, and then asked, "Do you have Jiang Yu's contact information?"

"Jiang Yu, the arranger who just returned to China? I only have his work email that he announced to the public. It may take a while to get his personal contact information." The agent paused, "I heard from Xiaolu that you seem to be related. Not bad, but if you want to develop in the direction of music, it is not recommended to find him, because he rarely writes songs for artists."

Zhao Weiming tapped his finger on the window: "I'm just asking, there's nothing wrong with making more contacts."

The author has something to say: Try a small-scale love story, I think it can be regarded as... two-way secret love in a sense.

The entertainment industry, I don't have a deep understanding of this industry, so I can only talk nonsense if I can't find any information.

Let’s update every other day for the time being, I wish you all a happy holiday (⊙v⊙)