After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

Song Xingli didn't listen to the doctor's advice and was hospitalized. He chose to go home, and he left shortly after Qi Wenzhan left.

When I got home from the hospital, the lights were not turned on. I walked to the sofa in the living room and fell down heavily.

Looking at the photo of him and Shi Jin on the TV wall through the dusk cast out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, it was their wedding photo. He was very happy on the wedding day, because he finally got Shi Jin, and he smiled the brightest.

Grabbing the clothes in front of the abdomen very hard, thinking that he couldn't find Shi Jin at the most uncomfortable time, how different it was from when he was abroad alone.

These are not the most uncomfortable for him.

Where did that white moonlight come from? He thought he was inseparable enough to keep up with the times. How did that person take advantage of the emptiness?

At this moment, he heard a 'ding' from the phone, and quickly took it out, as if expecting something.But the bright light of the phone screen illuminated his expression change from anticipation to disappointment. It was a WeChat message from Qi Wenzhan who took him to the hospital at noon.

That's right, he blocked Shi Jin, how could he still find him.

Qi Wenzhan: Why did you leave? The fever hasn’t subsided yet, has it?I am worried about you.

He didn't reply, and his fingertips rested on the note of Qi Wenzhan, as if he was thinking about something, even planning the possibility. .

Someone just happened to call him, and he was a little surprised when the caller ID came out, so he swiped to answer it.

"Director Huang?"

I only heard the hearty middle-aged man on the other end of the phone laughing: "Congratulations, Mr. Song, for making his debut in China again."

The teasing words made Song Xingli helplessly laugh: "What's my debut? I'm just a ballet dancer, and I'm just going back to China to develop. What is Director Huang busy with recently? We haven't gotten together since I returned to China."

Director Huang is a Chinese-American director whom he met while filming dance troupe documentaries abroad. He is a very good director. He likes dance very much and has a very unique view on dance. For example, he had a ballet script "Maria" before. Director Huang arranged for him.

"I'm working on a dance variety show recently. The preparations have been completed in the early stage, and now it's the invitation stage. It is expected to start broadcasting next month."

"Dancing variety show?" Song Xingli was a little interested. He pulled the pillow beside him and hugged him: "Why do you still start a variety show?"

"This is an all-star dance variety show "Making Waves". I have invited many young actors and idols, who are under the age of 30. There are 32 people in total, and there are six rounds of themed competitions. I plan to choose the most suitable theme from them." The one who made waves' became the dance king this time, and I personally wrote a script for him and made a movie for him. In fact, this is also my selfishness, I want to find someone to play in your dance life."

Song Xingli was a little surprised. He knew Director Huang's status among domestic directors. It was a national treasure. He could get Director Huang to write scripts and make movies himself. Such a tailor-made level really didn't exist in China.

But it turned out to be based on him to write a script for the winner.

"Then call me?"

"I want to invite you to be a dance instructor."

Song Xingli's eyes light up slightly, are you a dance instructor?

As if it was what he needed.

One is that this is a dance program, which is his major, and the other is that he needs to have a certain sense of presence in the country to start again, just like why he held this charity event, his purpose has never been single, but a win-win situation.

He couldn't stop for anything else.

I don't want to regret anymore.

"You are the dance instructor I want. I hope you can help me find that excellent actor. And I believe you will surprise me, and I can also bring you what you want."

When Song Xingli heard Director Huang's words, he understood what it meant. He leaned on the back of the sofa, his eyes fell on the wedding photo on the TV cabinet, and he fixed on his bright smiling face:

"I can bring you whatever you want."

This is an opportunity, and he didn't expect that he would need such an opportunity if he wanted to start in China.

A bit ironic, a bit uncomfortable.

In fact, he never thought that he would need to start over like this, resign and stop dancing in the middle of the times, but for him, it is to extinguish the fire that burns his soul in this life.So he says he is not a great person, blind in love.

"I heard that Luo Qing is your child, and practiced dancing with you since childhood?"

Song Xingli was a little surprised when Director Huang mentioned Luo Qing: "Yes."

His little Luo Qing was an actor who became a monk on the way. In fact, he didn't know why this guy wanted to be an actor. In fact, he only entered the industry for less than three years. He was fishing for the first two years. Last year, he accepted a suspense drama. , who played the role of the neurotic hero in the play, became popular overnight and became a traffic star with a huge number of fans, which can be described as hot.

"I invited him. Although it may be a bit straightforward to say this, I think you two will definitely bring good results to the show."

Luo Qing's appearance was indeed a big hit in the variety show.

He suddenly looked forward to the moment Luo Qing saw him: "Sure. I'm looking forward to it."

"Then it's decided. I'll send you the contract tomorrow. Then you will appear as the fourth mysterious mentor. The official announcement will bring you as a gimmick of the mysterious person. Your occupation will be released for them to guess. Although it may be There are many people in China who don’t know you, but for those who know you, if you appear on a variety show, I think this show will definitely become popular. Because I believe in your charm, and I also believe in my vision. I hope that in the final link, the students and I found inspiration on the stage of the mentor's cooperation. I have already thought of the name of the movie, it is called "Soul Like Fire."

"The soul is like fire..."

Song Xingli repeated it several times in his heart.

What a nice name.

"In Xingli, people are not saints, and they cannot clearly judge whether their decisions are correct or not, but you have to believe that as long as you dare, you can start over."

His eyes fell back to the wedding photo on the TV cabinet, on which he was smiling brightly, as if mocking him at the moment.

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, he threw the mobile phone with the screen on and raised his hand by the light of the screen. He looked at the wedding ring on his ring finger, raised his hand to touch it, and tried to take it off.

After a while, the phone vibrated again.

He picked up the phone, saw that the caller ID was Luo Qing, and answered the phone softly.

"Qing Luo."

"Let me guess you're lying on the couch right now, aren't you?"

Hearing Luo Qing's laughter from the other end of the phone, the bridge of his nose felt a little sore: "Luo Qing."

"what happened?"

"I want to see you." Song Xing thought to himself that he had to talk to his brother, after all, Luo Qing was with Shijin all these years, and Luo Qing was his little spy: "Where are you, I want to see you now. "

"So headstrong? My schedule is very full recently. You know, I'm very hot."

Song Xingli changed his posture, and when he accidentally pulled his stomach, he took a painful breath: "If there is an announcement that is postponed, I will pay for it, and I will take over the time of King Luo tonight."

Luo Qing on the other end smiled happily: "Okay, I'm going back to the hotel now, you come here, Hilton Hotel, go to the front desk and report my name to get the room card."

"Are you staying in a hotel again?" Song Xingli frowned, this guy still doesn't like living in a fixed place, he always likes to stay in a hotel, and he doesn't know where the hotel gives him a sense of security.

"As you know, I am very famous now, and a fixed residence is not conducive to my actions."

Song Xingli smiled: "You kid is getting more and more crazy. The younger brother who just hid behind my back all day and cried and complained is already so proud."

There was only two seconds of silence on the phone, and then he smiled and said, "People, they will always change. Don't you become reasonable, gentle and pleasant because of the progress of the times?"

Song Xingli: "..." It's true that which pot is not open and which pot is lifted, and glanced at the position of the bar: "Luo Qing, if you don't get drunk tonight, you won't go home."

In fact, he wanted to ask Luo Qing what happened after he left the country.

Carrying his own private collection of red wine and taking a taxi to Luo Qing's hotel, his stomach was still throbbing, but he wanted to vent urgently. The grievance that had been blocked for several days finally found an outlet, and he would not let it go.

When he arrived at the hotel, he went straight to the front desk: "Hello, 3202."

The front desk lady looked at the man in front of her and swallowed her saliva. Now that one or two of the men are so good-looking, how can they, who are veritable sex girls, live!

Wait, 3202?

This is husband Luo's room! !

"Hi, may I ask that you belong to Mr. Luo..."

Song Xingli looked up at the curious look of the lady at the front desk, thinking that she must be a fan of Luo Qing.

"He is my most important person."

Just when he was about to answer, he felt someone hugging his shoulders. Looking sideways, he saw Luo Qing, who was wearing a hat, sunglasses and a mask that had turned into ashes. He knew him well.

only--

Why does the perfume on Luo Qing smell so familiar?

Luo Qing handed the ID card to the front desk lady, took the room card and walked towards the elevator with her arms around the dazed Song Xingli.

When the receptionist saw the two people turning around, she screamed and hurried to take a picture, and she almost licked the screen. By the way, she imagined a beautiful love story! !

"You came quite early, I thought you would be late." Luo Qing took off her mask and looked sideways at Song Xingli in her arms.

Song Xingli suddenly felt a little nauseous, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Well, if I want to see you soon, I will come earlier."

Luo Qing noticed that Song Xingli's face was pale: "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?"

Just as the elevator door opened, the two walked inside and pressed the elevator button on the top floor.

"Maybe it's because I'm tired from performing in the morning, and I'll be fine after a drink." Song Xingli raised the bag in his hand and smiled at Luo Qing: "I've brought my precious wine for a long time, and I'll drink it up tonight."

"I watched your live broadcast today, and you danced very well."

The two walked to the door, Luo Qing took out the room card and swiped the door, then turned sideways to let Song Xingli advance.

The door closed with a beep, and when he was about to turn on the light, he felt Song Xingli's head hit his back, and his body froze immediately.

"Qing Luo."

The choking voice was very clear in the entrance.

"Ok?"

"Even you know that today is my first show back home, and you watched my live broadcast. Why didn't Shi Jin come? Why didn't you come home on the wedding anniversary? Why did you smell of other people's perfume on your body? I took off my wedding ring, why do you say that it has changed." Song Xingli put his head against Luo Qing's back, looked at the ground, his eyes gradually became moist.

Luo Qing was silent for two seconds before speaking: "What happened to Shi Jin?"

"If you say that Shi Jin married me because I resemble his white moonlight, is that ridiculous? I thought we were inseparable enough, but someone still took advantage of it." Song Xingli felt a little out of breath.

The Luo Qing in front of him is his good brother who he played with since he was a child, and he is someone he trusts very much.

Countless took off the disguise because he knew that Luo Qing would not hurt him.

But why does the perfume on his body smell the same as what he smelled on Shi Jin that day?

"Luo Qing, what kind of perfume are you wearing?"