After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

The cheerful Scottish bagpipes sounded, and the mobile phone that was casually placed on the bedside table vibrated.

Cen Nian frowned and turned over.

"Quarrel……"

Turning over could not block the cheerful and lively music at all, Cen Nian buried his head in the pillow, shrinking into a silkworm chrysalis.

"Artificial mental retardation, help me turn off the alarm clock."

Cen Nian closed his eyes and muttered in a low voice in a daze.

However, things backfired, and the phone ringing continued.The captain and the children, with their rough voices, sang this and that 'SpongeBob SquarePants' over and over again.

Finally, the song ended, and Cen Nian's brows were about to relax. Suddenly, after the ending, it entered the prelude to the opening song of SpongeBob SquarePants.

——It turned out to be playing in a loop.

"..."

Cen Nian opened his eyes with a stern expression, instantly overflowing with murderous aura.

With dark circles under his eyes, he looked coldly at the vibrating cell phone.The next second, he suddenly stretched out a hand from under the quilt, squeezed the mobile phone tightly, and threw the mobile phone to the door without looking at it.

The mobile phone draws an arc in the air, phew——

At the same time, there was a sound at the gate, and a person opened the door and walked in:

"My young master, why don't you..."

The phone hit the man in the belly.That man was really too fat, the phone bounced on his beer belly, as if hitting a piece of jelly, his belly shook, and the phone bounced to the ground again.

——It was Cen Nian's manager, Wang Yuebao, who came in.

"... Answer the phone."

Wang Yuebao bared her teeth and let out a cry of pain, insisting on finishing the half-sentence.

He picked up the thing that hit him and saw that it was Cen Nian's cell phone.He rubbed his stomach and said angrily:

"Oh, even if I quarrel with you, you don't have to be so irritable, right?!"

Cen Nian looked at the fat man at the door with a gloomy expression.Wang Yuebao got goosebumps all over his body from being stared at by him, and raised his hand to promise that it would never happen again, before Cen Nian looked away and recovered from getting up.

Cen Nian got out of bed, yawned with drooping eyelids, and asked listlessly, "Wang Yuebao, do you know what time I went to bed?"

"What time?" Wang Yuebao also noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

"Nine o'clock." Cen Nian tried his best to open his eyes, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom.

"Nine p.m?"

"Nine o'clock in the morning." Cen Nian answered vaguely with a toothbrush in his mouth.

After dinner at Junyi last night, Wei Yan forced him to play games. The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they decided to go to the Internet cafe for a night and play Dota.

I came out of the Internet cafe at seven o'clock, and it was already 08:30 when I got home.

Wang Yuebao looked at the clock, the hour hand was slowly moving towards '11'.

"Okay." Wang Yuebao shrugged, "Then do you want to talk about business now?"

Before Cen Nian could answer, he went on to say, "If you don't want to, you have to think about it."

"..."

Cen Nian said 'I don't want' stuck in his throat.

With a toothbrush in his mouth, his mouth was full of foam, and he gave Wang Yuebao a cold look.

Wang Yuebao scratched her belly nervously, and explained: "Because, what...do you remember the director of "Don't Send Another Year"?"

Cen Nian spat out the mouthwash and nodded, "Li Yan?"

"Yes," Wang Yuebao said, "He called me this morning and told me about the book "Don't Send Other Years". He met his favorite lead actor, and now he doesn't want to let it go."

"In other words, just don't let me act?"

Cen Nian took the towel and wiped his face absently, and said.

He didn't even plan to act.

However, after listening to Li Yan's phone call with someone else in the underground parking lot last night, he was a little shaken again.

In this life, the direction of many things is different from the previous life.For example, in his previous life, Fu Ran didn't even think about accepting this drama at first, but in this life, for some reason, he took the initiative.

This means that if Cen Nian doesn't act... let someone else perform a kissing scene with Fu Ran? !

"Uh," Wang Yuebao said with a sneer, "you can also understand it that way."

"..."

Wang Yuebao looked at Cen Nian's expression: "So, he just told me that he wants to explain it to you himself. Fang Lili just asked for leave for something, so I'll come over and tell you."

After all, the Cen family is an investor in "Don't Send Other Years", so it's understandable for Li Yan to come and explain it to him in person.

"Okay," Cen Nian hesitated, and asked, "What time is he coming?"

"Eleven o'clock."

"..."

Cen Nian glanced at his watch, the second hand slowly moved across one, and the hour hand moved, which happened to point to eleven o'clock.

At the same time, the doorbell rang.

Cen Nian slowly lowered his head and looked at his attire.He was wearing a normal T-shirt, and when he got home in the morning he was so tired that he kicked off his pants and shoes and went to bed.He knew Wang Yuebao very well, and they were both men, so he didn't feel anything when he was naked in front of him, it was just...

"Don't open the door yet."

Cen Nian hung up the wash towel and walked towards the living room, where his pants were piled up on the floor.

Wang Yuebao glanced at his bare, white and tender long legs, and nodded clearly.

Suddenly, a vague human voice came from outside the door.

"Hey, Fu Ran." It was Li Yan's voice.

"Director Li," Fu Ran was a little vague, "Hello."

Wang Yuebao's eyes suddenly lit up.

He looked at Cen Nian: "You never told me that your neighbor is Fu Ran."

"..." Cen Nian suddenly remembered something.His expression changed, and he had a very bad premonition, "Wang Yuebao, wait, calm down—"

Wang Yuebao opened the door with a 'shua' sound.

He looked at Fu Ran, and he didn't know where to find the pen and notebook. He was so excited that his forehead was sweating a little, rubbed his hands, and said, "Fu Yingdi, can you sign me?"

Yes, Cen Nian just remembered that Wang Yuebao is a fan of Fu Ran.

Cen Nian: "..."

Fu Ran was wearing home clothes and carrying a garbage bag, as if he was about to go out to throw out the garbage.

Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and smiled habitually: "Of course."

Then his gaze slowly moved to Wang Yuebao's back.

In the end, it stopped at Cen Nian.

Cen Nian was wearing a pair of underwear with SpongeBob SquarePants painted on it, with two long, thin, white legs bare.He was a little embarrassed, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand, and greeted Fu Ran: "...good morning?"

Fu Ran glanced over Cen Nianguang's smooth legs, and froze on them for two seconds.He looked at Li Yan and Wang Yuebao, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but soon disappeared without a trace.

After a while, his expression remained unchanged, and he smiled gently at Cen Nian: "Morning."

Cen Nian nodded, lowered his head and continued to put on his pants.

The atmosphere was quiet and awkward, except for the rustling of Cen Nian pulling his trousers.When he finally put on his pants, he raised his head and found that the eyes of the other three people were all focused on him.

Cen Nian: "???"

In the end, it was Li Yan who broke the silence.From the moment the door opened, Li Yan felt as if the pause button had been pressed, and he didn't speak or move.

At this moment, he finally organized the language.Li Yan looked at Cen Nian with a suspicious expression on his face:

"Young man, why are you here? No..."

He helped his brain and turned a corner:

"You are - Cen Nian?"

"...that's how it is."

Cen Nian clasped his hands and looked at Li Yan very sincerely.

Wang Yuebao just received a call from another artist, and left in a hurry.Cen Nian, Li Yan and Fu Ran were left, and they sat down in the coffee shop downstairs.

There weren't many people in the coffee shop. From time to time, someone would glance over here. I don't know if it was because of Fu Ran, or because of the strange atmosphere in the room between the three of them.

"Oh."

Li Yan said.

His face was very strange.

A bit like angry black, and a bit like embarrassed red.His complexion fluctuated for a long while before he said:

"That……"

Cen Nian picked up the coffee, didn't drink it, and stroked the rim of the cup with his hand.

He waited slowly for Li Yan's apology - he scolded him for so long on the phone before, there must be an apology, right?

"Are you interested in starring in "Don't Send Other Years"?"

Who knows, Li Yan seemed a little embarrassed, but his expression clearly said 'I just don't want to apologize, what can you do to me? '.Li Yan rubbed his hands, looked at Cen Nian, and asked sincerely.

Cen Nian: "..."

After recovering from the embarrassment, Li Yan's mind also started to turn.

Cen Nian is that very spiritual child, he is simply——

Kill two birds with one stone!

With the investment support of the Cen family and the actors he likes, there is nothing more gratifying than this.

Li Yan lowered his head and pressed twice on the phone.His eyes sparkled, looking at Cen Nian's eyes was like looking at a pile of banknotes that could act.

Cen Nian put down the coffee slowly, neither saying yes nor no.

Fu Ran frowned, summoned a waiter, and said something.Half a minute later, the waiter came up with a cup of soy milk and replaced the clean coffee in front of Cen Nian.

Cen Nian gave Fu Ran a slightly surprised look: "Thank you."

Fu Ran shook his head.

Li Yan was not in a hurry to get Cen Nian's answer. He took out the script and said with a smile:

"Let's talk about the book "Don't Send Other Years" first."

"..." Cen Nian rubbed his temples, "Okay."

"Cen Nian," Li Yan glanced at Cen Nian, "Do you know why I chose you immediately?"

Cen Nian took a sip of soy milk and said slowly, "Because I'm good-looking?"

Fu Ran paused while holding the coffee, and looked at Cen Nian with a faint smile in his eyes.

"Uh……"

"This is also one aspect," Li Yan coughed and said, "but it's not the main reason."

"Well, let me put it another way."

Li Yan put down the script and closed it.

When he was seriously engaged in a certain state, he was very different from the original greasy little old man. When he looked into Cen Nian's eyes, his eyes were very sharp.

A dark cloud floated over, covering the originally bright sun, and there was a muffled rumble in the distance, as if a rainstorm was brewing.

"For example," Li Yan leaned forward and looked straight into Cen Nian's eyes, "If, I mean if—"

"You have someone you like very much. You have been in love with him for ten years. He is not indifferent to you, but he has not responded to your feelings for a long time."

Hearing these words, Cen Nian opened his eyes, but Fu Ran stopped adding sugar cubes to the coffee.

The whole room was eerily quiet.

After a while, Cen Nian said 'hmm' and asked, "Then?"

"Then," Li Yan said after a pause, "when you were about to give up, he confided his heart to you and told you his difficulties. You..."

"Will you forgive him?"

Fu Ran's smile faded.

He drooped his eyelids, and his fingers on the little silver spoon froze.

Fu Ran didn't look at Cen Nian, but his sense of hearing was highly concentrated, and he didn't want to miss the slightest sound.He was originally sitting relatively leisurely, but now he straightened his back, looking a little nervous.

Cen Nian did not answer for a long time.

The sun was covered by dark clouds, and this corner of the coffee shop fell into a stalemate and stagnant atmosphere.Cen Nian lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something carefully, but his eyes were empty. He casually stared at the pattern on the floor, as if he was simply distracted.

After a long time, it was so long that Li Yan and Fu Ran thought that Cen Nian would not answer again.

——Cen Nian raised his head and sneered.

He glanced at Fu Ran, then, looking at Li Yan, he paused and said:

"will not."

——"Never forgive."

Cen Nian said in a low voice.

At the same time, Fu Ran's hand holding the little silver spoon was tightened for a moment.

The author has something to say:

【small theater】

Niannian: Never forgive.

Years later

Niannian: ...It smells so good.