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When Song Ziyu returned to the hotel, he threw himself onto the bed and didn't move for a long time, breathing gradually long and steady.

Two thick layers of beige curtains blocked the sunlight that was trying to flood in from outside. The room was very dark, and the man on the bed curled up and shrank himself into a shell.

As if he was dreaming, he frowned subconsciously, and his arched back trembled slightly, like a wounded shrimp.

A piece of piano music sounded in the quiet atmosphere, with a not-so-gorgeous rhythm and a touch of sadness, as if it could evoke a certain area in the heart that people don't want to touch.

The man's closed eyes suddenly opened, as black as shining stones, and he touched the mobile phone from the cabinet next to him. Xu Shi just woke up, and his voice was hoarse: "Hello."

"The information you asked me to check has already been sent." A female voice on the phone, slightly shrill: "I haven't found any clues to make a breakthrough on the other thing."

"Keep looking." Song Ziyu's expression was a little crazy, and he looked terrible under the dim shadow: "No matter how long, until I die."

After hanging up the phone, he opened his wallet, unzipped the innermost layer of the zipper, and found a few well-preserved cards. On one side was a hand-painted folded-eared rabbit, with different expressions and poses, but all with the same cute intentions.

On the other side is a line of pen writing, Happy New Year, four simple words, which have been copied for ten years, and they are already familiar enough to be engraved into the bones.

This is all his wealth.

The disaster took away his happiness, but it also gave him a pleasant surprise. He wanted to say "thank you" to that person. Perhaps these two words were too thin, but he had nothing else to give, because his glamorous It's all shaped by that person behind the scenes.

Without that person, he would never be where he is today.

In those years, he felt like a vampire, sucking that person's blood again and again, and the inferiority complex in his heart was like a brand that would never be erased, so he hated the sun.

I have doubted the identity of that person countless times, and eliminated it again and again, from hesitation, excitement, defeat, uneasiness, to learning to wait patiently. Now that he has the ability, he just needs to wait. After every disappointment, he warns himself, not Don't worry, I've been waiting for ten years.

Song Ziyu was lying on the bed, with the mask of arrogance and sternness removed from his face, behind him was a pale and weak cowardice, as helpless as a child, his world was always dark, and only that little light guided him.

This has become an obsession. He wants to find that person and give up everything.

Recalling the words that the old man said and the look in his eyes, I felt stuffy in my heart, a coldness appeared on my brows, and my emotions were easily affected.

And a certain room on the lower floor is another scene.

"I only have cold water here, don't mind." He Wen poured the water from the kettle into the teacup and handed it over.

Li Yuan said thank you with a smile, and sat on the chair with his back straight, a little reserved.

He Wen sat lazily on the sofa with his legs crossed, his right elbow resting on the edge of the sofa: "He mentioned you before me."

Unable to conceal his excitement, Li Yuan blurted out: "He mentioned me?" The next moment he realized that he had overreacted, and he lowered his head and stared at the teacup again.

"Yes, I mentioned it more than once." He Wen smiled meaningfully: "Say you are capable, abide by your duty, and be honest."

Li Yuan's lips trembled slightly, and Li Yuan clenched the teacup in his hand tightly, with strong emotions surging out of his eyes.

He Wen looked sideways at the mosquito struggling to fly out on the screen window, he raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face gradually widened, and a dark light flashed in his eyes instantly.

As soon as Li Yuan left, Fang Jun came back. Judging from the cold and stern aura of the other party, He Wen knew that he must have bumped into him.

After closing the door, Fang Jun put the notebook on the table, without saying a word, went to the bathroom to wash his face, his eyes were a little red and swollen when he came out, probably because water got into his eyes while rinsing, or maybe it was because of something else.

"What did the concise driver come to see you for?" Fang Jun asked lightly, without much emotion.

Nestled on the sofa, He Wen rubbed his forehead, and he lazily asked Fang Jun how he found out about this: "Didn't it be published in the newspaper? That's it."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a key card on the table that did not belong to this room. Fang Jun's expression suddenly turned cold, and he threw the key card into the trash can, and then turned his back to He Wen to tidy up the room.

Under the quiet atmosphere was a storm that could erupt at any moment. He Wen lay down for a while, but when he saw that the people behind him were quiet, he frowned, got up and walked over.

"What are you dazed for?"

Taking his gaze away from the book that had never been turned, Fang Jun stared at He Wen for a moment.

He Wen liked the way Fang Jun looked at him at the moment, as if he was so focused that he couldn't tolerate anything in the world anymore, he lowered his head and approached slowly, jokingly raised Fang Jun's jaw: "Say you're jealous."

Without opening his mouth immediately, Fang Jun looked deeply at He Wen, closed his eyes for a while, and sighed: "I'm jealous."

He Wen lay on Fang Jun's body and started laughing. He smiled and kissed Fang Jun. His small eyes curved into an obvious arc. He hadn't been this happy for a long time.

In the afternoon, the scene was shot once, He Wen played normally, Song Ziyu played super long, and the sense of loss and confusion emanating from the whole body was quite realistic, as if it really happened.

The remuneration of actors for a film is determined according to their own market value. Popular stars like Song Ziyu and Han Wenwen are paid tens of thousands of yuan per episode, while those like He Wen are just fixed figures set when they sign the contract. Only a fraction of them.

More than a week later, He Wen was notified that the scene in "Broken Cocoon" was over, during which Jian Jian didn't look for him, and that door card didn't seem to have happened.

Of course, it's not that Jane let go, but that the wife of the other party has returned from Canada, so she probably won't take care of him in the short term.

After staying in the film crew for a few months, it is still speculative with the big guys, which is different from the taciturn He Wen before.

Under the envious eyes of some actors, He Wen said hello and left. He didn't even look at Song Ziyu from the beginning to the end. After the scene last time, they became strangers again. disturbed.

That scandal did not stir up much waves in the circle, and all the active discussion posts on the Internet disappeared, as if being suppressed abruptly by a big net. This terrible phenomenon undoubtedly told everyone, why? Wen, untouchable.

He Wen packed his things with Fang Jun and went back to City T that day. Although he was afraid of taking the train, he couldn't stand the environment of the base, even the air he inhaled was full of dust.

What makes him regret the most is that the money he got for this show is less than he expected. It seems that he can only find another way out if he hopes to get the debt together as soon as possible.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Huasheng Group, the producer of "Broken Cocoon", has no previous record of arrears of film remuneration. He Wen got the money smoothly, and bought part of it on the same day, and gave the rest to Fang Jun, and finally set aside Keep a small amount on hand in case of emergencies.

It was not long ago that he knew that Fang Jun's salary was inseparable from him, and he shared weal and woe. He, a past star, didn't mix well, and even Fang Jun also drank the northwest wind, shaking his head slightly, really two unlucky people Egg.

He has watched the play "Holding Love" this time. It is about a sadomasochistic relationship between a migrant worker and a high-achieving student. The gay film market is still in the doldrums in China, but he still hopes to have a good result. After all, the identity of this body is an actor.

In the apartment, He Wen sat in the living room and looked at the webpage. Shen Sheng's birthday is coming soon, what should I give him...

Touching his lips with his index finger, He Wen opened the company's website under Shen Sheng's jurisdiction, skillfully broke through the protection system and entered the interior, and was just about to check some files he had saved when he heard the doorbell.

Fang Jun is back so soon?He walked over to open the door wearing slippers, and when he saw the man standing at the door, he didn't close the door in a panic, but chose to deal with it calmly.

The upper body is a white silk shirt, the three buttons on the neckline are unbuttoned casually, and it is slightly opened, revealing the man's healthy brown skin and strong chest, the cuffs are rolled up, and there is a silver watch on the other hand, and the lower body is black linen handmade trousers Wear it with tonal loafers.

He Wen raised his eyebrows. He remembered Li Wei's words, and he had to say that God favored some people too much. The aristocratic aura emanating from this man really deserved that title.

"Who approved you to take Ye Huai's movie?" The charming blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the concise line of sight passed over the loose sweatshirt of the person in front of him, quickly scanning around the furnishings in the room, his eyes It sank in an instant: "Will you get dressed and go out with me now, or wait for me to go in, and then your manager will come back, and we will drink tea and chat together?"

The author has something to say: Whether it is Song Ziyu or Jian Ming, or Shen Sheng, the dead He Wen, each of them has their own unknown past and secrets that they don’t want to face ~ la la la ~ probably Fang Jun It went a little bit smoothly~ I asked the author of Yu Lip about his integrity and three views, she said that she was very entangled, and she had never had any...

There are a few little cucumbers here that are very clean, concise, so is Song Ziyu, not to mention the abstinent big brother and the pure little Fang~la la la~