I don't want to play anymore

Zhang Ye's lips moved, avoiding Sister Li's sight: "I'm talking about Teacher Yu Min..."

Cheng Yang breathed a sigh of relief. After getting along these days, he felt that Zhang Ye should be a child who grew up in a good environment. He is kind and simple-minded, but he is too serious about some issues. On the surface, he seems to understand Sophisticated, he can properly help others out of siege, and can deal with the condescending attitude of the capitalists properly. He seems to be able to communicate with people with ease, but in fact he knows the world but not the world in essence. In the face of some injustice and ugliness, he hates evil like hatred.The heart of a child is probably talking about people like him.

So Cheng Yang was afraid that Zhang Ye would mention Zhu Zhenting or Shi Yu, which would make people connect it with the previous online stuff.

Cheng Yang thought so seriously that when the microphone was turned to him again, he raised his head belatedly.

"The next questions are more personal," Sister Li said with a smile, "I'll ask, and the two teachers will answer together."

The two turned their faces towards each other at the same time, and nodded to Sister Li together.

"favourite colour."

Cheng Yang: "Grey."

Chapter page: "White." He couldn't help thinking of Cheng Yang's gray clothes on the first day he met.

“Favorite staple.”

Cheng Yang: "Noodles."

Zhang Ye withdrew his wandering thoughts: "Dumplings."

Sister Li smiled: "It seems that the two teachers like pasta, so what is the favorite fruit?"

Cheng Yang: "Apple."

Chapter page: "Watermelon."

Sister Li looked down at the script: "There are still a lot of questions, because time is limited, I will pick another one to ask, this question should be liked by fans, so I will ask it for them. The ideals of the two teachers What type is it?"

Zhang Ye subconsciously looked at Cheng Yang, Cheng Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, Zhang Ye consciously understood Cheng Yang's psychology, he probably thought this question was clichéd.

"Mature and stable." Cheng Yang said.

Sister Li couldn't help laughing: "Teacher Cheng's answer is too general, can you add something more?"

Cheng Yang thought for a while and said, "It's best if everyone has common hobbies."

He really felt that he had tried his best. Fortunately, Sister Li didn't ask him to explain in more detail, but just asked: "So, Teacher Cheng will accept sibling love?"

Cheng Yang thought for a while, then nodded: "Yeah."

In Zhang Ye's mind, the scene of screenwriter Chang sitting on the sofa in Cheng Yang's room and reading materials that night appeared again in Zhang Ye's mind. Screenwriter Chang looked like an intellectual beauty, and her thinking should be very mature. As for being prudent, he belittled others on the set that day I have already seen it when the drama was added to the blood. Although the screenwriter often heard it, he didn't say anything, which saved him enough face.

"Where's Teacher Zhang?"

Zhang Ye saw Zhao Duoduo gesturing to him in the crowd, and he understood it. What Zhao Duoduo meant was to let him follow the script given by the company before, and not let him play indiscriminately, but there were days when no media asked this question. But I couldn't remember what the company said, so I said casually: "Little bird is like a person."

Sister Li smiled and said, "You and Mr. Cheng happen to be two extremes."

Does Zhang Yexin say there is?But this was originally made up by him temporarily. Seeing Sister Li put away the script, he stood up, gave up his seat, and walked out of the crowd. Zhao Duoduo rushed forward immediately.

"Boss, didn't you see my wink?"

Zhang Ye said: "I saw it, but I can't remember it." He subconsciously looked for Cheng Yang's figure, and saw Cheng Yang going out from the side door next to him.

Although Zhu Zhenting sat a little farther away, he still heard all the questions and answers here, and knew that he hadn't got the handle this time. Seeing Zhang Ye walking towards him, he couldn't help being upset. They walked by.

Zhao Duoduo was so depressed that he rolled his eyes at Zhu Zhenting's back.

The questions Zhu Zhenting and Meng Yao asked were the same as before. The two had enough time to prepare, and they answered smoothly. The interview was soon over, and when they returned to their seats, the assistant Xiao Gao whispered to Zhu Zhenting: "Xiao Zhou's goal seems to be Cheng Yang."

"Cheng Yang? Are you sure?"

Xiao Gao nodded: "Just now he stared at Cheng Yang with good eyes."

Zhu Zhenting's heart was shocked: "So Cheng Yang is Lao Wang's man?"

Assistant Xiao Liu shook his head: "I think it's more like that old pervert has taken a fancy to Cheng Yang."

Zhu Zhenting pondered unknowingly.

Xiao Gao suddenly listened to him: "How about this, I'll find a chance to play Xiao Zhou's words, if the old pervert wants to mess with Cheng Yang, I have a ready-made video in my hand."

Zhu Zhenting raised his eyebrows slightly: "What video?"

Xiao Gao said: "Didn't I tell you about the unexpected discovery in the elevator that day?"

Zhu Zhenting was a little hesitant: "But, didn't you say that Cheng Yang has a very close relationship with the screenwriter, and offended him, where is the screenwriter?"

Xiao Gao snorted and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, didn't the screenwriter leave? He sent an apprentice over here. The apprentice is naturally better at talking. Besides, how did Cheng Yang know it was us?"

Zhu Zhenting hesitated for a while, then turned his heart and nodded lightly: "Okay, then you can talk to Xiao Zhou."

·

The day ended early. After returning to the hotel, Cheng Yang went to the bathroom to take a shower. After changing, he took out the swimsuit he bought from the cabinet and put it in a bag.

Learning to swim naturally requires a process, and it cannot be accomplished overnight. Besides, he is not free every day, and the swimming scene will be filmed in half a month at the latest.Although he knew he couldn't delay any longer, he still hesitated. He stared at the bag for a while, took out his cell phone, and called Zhao Tao.

"Aren't you busy today?" The young man on the other end of the phone asked enthusiastically.

"Well, work is over early today, have you eaten yet?"

Zhao Tao said: "Teacher Chang said he wanted to eat noodles with fried sauce. I didn't know how to make them, so I brought him out. He was right next to him. Do you want to talk to him?"

"Give him the phone."

Zhao Tao smiled and handed the phone to the young man in a white shirt beside him: "Cheng Yang's phone."

The young man has a fair complexion and a pair of half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. Looking at the gentleman, he is too thin. Standing on the street at dusk, he feels a little malnourished.

"Cheng Yang." Even the voice seemed lacking in energy.

"Teacher, Taozi said you guys are going to eat noodles with fried sauce?"

"Well, have you eaten yet?" The young man spoke slower than ordinary people.

"I've eaten."

"What to eat?"

"The lunch box, the dishes are scrambled eggs with tomatoes and sliced ​​meat with mushrooms, and the soup is yogurt." Cheng Yang said with a laugh.

"Are you tired?" the young man asked again, his voice very gentle.

Cheng Yang suddenly felt his nose sore: "Sometimes I'm tired, sometimes I'm fine. I'm going to do something that I'm afraid of, and I want to tell you."

The young man hesitated for a moment: "Yes, what?"

Cheng Yang replied, "Learn to swim."

The young man paused for a longer time this time: "You have grown up, you are 1.8 meters tall, the water in the pool should only reach your chest, and you will definitely have a coach by your side when learning to swim, so you won't drown."

Cheng Yang laughed and burst into tears: "I have grown taller in the past few months, and I am already 1.8 meters two."

The young man also smiled: "Then you won't drown, don't worry."

"Okay, I'll call back when I have time, bye."

"Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yang went to the sink to wash his face. Although he washed his face with water, his eyes were still a little red. He stared at himself in the mirror for a few seconds. Without any further hesitation, he took the bag and went out. , walked to the door of Zhangye's room next door, raised his hand and knocked twice.

A few seconds later, the door opened. Zhang Ye was wearing short sleeves and sports trousers, with a towel around his neck, standing against the wall, with water dripping from his hair. His eyes fell on the bag in Cheng Yang's hand: "Learn to swim. ?”

"You have no other arrangements?" Cheng Yang asked with a smile.

"No, wait for me to get the swimsuit." Zhang Ye went back to the room to get the clothes, remembered Wu Zhen's teaching, and called Zhao Duoduo by the way, asking him to meet him upstairs in the swimming pool.

Unfortunately, the two came out of the elevator on the 15th floor and saw Zhu Zhenting walking to the service desk a few steps ahead of them.

Zhu Zhenting was wrapped in a nightgown, leaning on the marble table, looked back at the two of them and said, "Are you coming to swim too?"

"Now I suddenly don't want to swim anymore." The elevator door behind him was slowly closing, Zhang Ye turned around and pressed the button, as if he was ready to leave at any time.

Zhu Zhenting laughed: "I didn't book the venue, oh, I understand, you don't want others to disturb you, right?" Although he said it implicitly, it was full of cryptic metaphors.

Zhang Ye snorted: "I'm just worried that there will be another set of photos on the Internet tomorrow. Zhang Ye and I are more beautiful. I'm not as beautiful as you, and I don't want to compare with you. It's good that you are beautiful alone. I will avoid you." After finishing speaking, he gave Cheng Yang a tug and retreated into the elevator.

Zhu Zhenting was so angry that his face turned blue, and he slapped his phone on the table: "Zhang Ye, are you a bit of an idol self-consciously? It's a big audience, can you stop imitating Xiong Er's sentence and say me?"

"I'm not an idol, I'm an [-]th line that can't be more blurred." Zhang Ye raised his face, smiling awkwardly and prettily.

The glass screen hit the marble surface, making a crisp sound, which echoed in the open space, scaring the waiter behind the computer to tremble.

When I looked over there again, the elevator door had been closed tightly.Zhu Zhenting was so angry that he pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled at the girl with a mouthful of white teeth: "Is the inside not ready yet?"

The girl paled and made a please gesture: "Okay, please."

In the elevator, Cheng Yang thought with self-blame, if it wasn’t for his hesitation, if he hadn’t made that call, he might have arrived before Zhu Zhenting. , but there is no need to provoke him."

Zhang Ye suddenly thought of Cheng Yang's ideal type, who was mature and stable, and asked with his mouth before his brain analyzed, "Do you think I'm naive?"

He stood in the middle of the elevator, Cheng Yang was at the corner inside, less than two meters away, one looked down and the other looked up slightly, the earnestness and slight annoyance on his face made Cheng Yang blurt out: "I think You're cute."

Zhang Ye's mind went blank for a moment. No one has said that about him since he was six years old. He didn't know what expression to put on in response to the cute comment, so he quickly changed the subject: "Let's go somewhere else, I know a place There must be an indoor swimming pool, wait for me to ask."

Cheng Yang looked at him and said, "Forget it's too much trouble."

"No trouble." Zhang Ye smiled at him, took out his mobile phone and called his sister's driver. He was not very familiar with City D, and all of a sudden he could only think of that place: "Brother Wei, the hotel last time, with Are we working together?"

The other party didn't know what to answer, Zhang Ye smiled and said: "You let them reserve a swimming pool, I will go there now, yes, book the venue, let's book for half a month first."

The light on the top of the elevator slanted down, it was a light yellow halo that was not too dazzling, wrapped around the chapter page, like a filter, his facial features were more profound under the light, and his smile was filtered softer. The fluff glows slightly under the lamp, and the whole person is warm and handsome.

Cheng Yang realized that he had been staring at the other party for too long, so he lowered his gaze silently.