I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

Because of Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun's laissez-faire, this hot search was still fermenting that night.

There was even a server crash during the period.

And these two gods are still painting ink paintings with Grandma Cen Xiao at this moment.

When Cen Xiao was a child, he learned two strokes from his grandparents, but now he has forgotten all about it. He only understands the superficial, and stands aside to watch roughly.

Fu Zhun, on the other hand, is proficient in fine brushwork and freehand brushwork, drawing with grandma stroke by stroke.

The expression is rare and serious.

The inscription of traditional Chinese paintings is quite particular. Although Cen Xiao doesn't understand these things, even a layman can see that Fu Zhun's writing is really elegant.

Cen Xiao always felt that the matter of traditional Chinese painting was very different from Fu Zhun's temperament.

He doesn't look like someone who can delve into these things.

It would be more believable to say that he went to the street to be a wandering artist.

After the last stroke was made, Fu Zhun raised his eyes and glanced at him. Seeing him staring at the inscription in a daze, he couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking about?"

"I miss your hand." Cen Xiao's eyes shifted, and fell on the hand holding the pen: "Why didn't it grow on me."

Hearing this, Fu Zhun pulled the corners of his lips and looked at him with a half-smile, with some meaning: "On you?"

I don't know what Cen Xiao was thinking of, but he was suddenly choked by this sentence, not knowing how to respond, so he simply gave Fu Zhun a look to signal him to restrain himself.

Fortunately, the grandmother on the side was admiring the painting, still thinking about where to hang it, and had no intention of caring about the two of them. She just grabbed Fu Zhun and asked, "Xiao Zhun, where do you want to hang this painting?"

"I'll go take a look with you." Hearing the sound, Fu Zhun turned his head and smiled at grandma.

Cen Xiao thought that Fu Zhun would please grandma.

But he didn't expect that this person would be able to compete for the job so soon.

His grandson, who has nothing in common with his grandmother, has no place here.

After being quiet for a while, he smiled and sighed, and followed the two of them out.

……

Meng Zhen arrived at midnight that day.

It was late at night when she came, and the whole house was immersed in the silent night.

This house has two bedrooms and one living room. After grandma occupied one room, Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun could only sleep in one room.

The two of them huddled together in a tiny single bed, and no one complained about the heat.

Even the delicate Fu Zhun didn't say a word, and after going to bed with Cen Xiao, he closed his eyes.

But Cen Xiao couldn't sleep at all.

He remembered what Sun Zuoqiao told him when he called.

In the afternoon, Meng Zhen got on the plane and headed for Zhoucheng.

After such a long time, Cen Xiao reckoned that it was time for her to arrive.

Just as he thought of this, Fu Zhun, who was lying beside him, suddenly said, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about the sun tomorrow." Cen Xiao knew that he was not asleep, so he wasn't surprised to hear him speak, and he still stared straight at the ceiling with his eyes empty.

It is impossible to say that there is no fluctuation in his heart.

He had no idea what Meng Zhen would do when he came.

Even though they were mother and son, Cen Xiao always felt that he couldn't see through her and couldn't understand what she did.

Just like Meng Zhen couldn't understand him.

There seem to be many mountains and mountains between mother and son, and they don't even have a common language.

The number of heart-to-heart talks is not even counted on the fingers, just not once.

"Don't worry." Fu Zhun, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, he leaned on Cen Xiao's neck: "Tomorrow you will be able to see the sun as soon as you open your eyes."

Hearing his words, Cen Xiao subconsciously thought that the sun he was talking about was himself, so he couldn't help but laugh.

After a few deep laughs, he teased leisurely: "The cheekiness hasn't changed at all."

Suddenly being complained about, Fu Zhun was completely baffled, and was about to argue with him when he heard a rapid knock on the door.

The door was knocked with a "bang bang", and one could tell that the people outside the door were menacing.

Those who didn't know thought it was a door-to-door debt collection.

Fu Zhun subconsciously turned over and sat up to look at the situation, but was held down by Cen Xiao behind him: "You don't have to go, I'll come."

After a short pause, he was worried that Fu Zhun thought it was some bad guy, so he added, "It's probably my mother."

Hearing this, Fu Zhun breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that they must have a private chat, so he could only say: "Call me if you have something to do."

Cen Xiao nodded, got up and left the bedroom.

He opened the door, and it was indeed Meng Zhen standing outside.

She stood upright, her eyes fixed on Cen Xiao.

If his eyes could shoot a knife, Cen Xiao might be riddled with holes by now.

He paused, let her in sideways, and called out in a deep voice, "Mom."

Meng Zhen walked into the door, and when she heard his voice, she suddenly mocked, "You still know I'm your mother?"

Her tone was very aggressive, and Cen Xiao felt a little headache.

But he didn't want to quarrel with her, so he didn't make a sound, closed the door and poured her a glass of water.

Meng Zhen sat down on the sofa, saw him pouring water, but didn't drink at all, and said straight to the point, "Do you know what you're doing?"

When she first started speaking, her voice was restrained, as if she was afraid of disturbing the people in the master bedroom.

But after a few words, I couldn't hold back.

Especially after hearing Cen Xiao just "hmm".

"You actually said you knew what you were doing?" Meng Zhen's eyes were filled with anger and astonishment.

She stood up abruptly, looked down at Cen Xiao who was sitting on the single sofa, pointed to his nose and said, "You don't even want your own future, and you still say you know what you're doing?!"

"Yeah." Cen Xiao's expression was extremely light, and his voice was deep, which was completely different from Meng Zhen who was furious and had a shrill voice.

No one may believe that it is mother and child.

He looked at Meng Zhen and explained a rare sentence: "If I really love this profession, why didn't I take Huaying in the first place?"

"Aren't you angry?" Meng Zhen was so angry that her breathing became short of breath, she stroked her heart: "I thought you should be more sensible after all these years."

"Part of it is anger," Cen Xiao didn't deny it, and continued, "The other part is that I really don't want to."

"I don't like being an actor, and I don't like to strip my life for others to see. I hate those variety shows that come to my house to shoot. I also hate the feeling of being targeted by the spotlight."

He had hardly spoken so many words to Meng Zhen since he was a child, and these words hit Meng Zhen's heart one after another, making her froze in place.

After being dumb for a while, she said in a daze: "How can you not like it? Your father and I are both from this industry, and you are talented. Your teachers say that you are born to eat this bowl of rice..."

"Where you come from, what does it have to do with me?" Cen Xiao interrupted her coldly, "I don't have talent either. When I was young, I had to practice smiling in front of the mirror for a long time."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Meng Zhen didn't seem to want to hear Cen Xiao slandering herself, as if he was mocking how ridiculous the things she did were when he said this, "Do you know that Xingyuan Entertainment, in order to sign you, even Even if you are willing to pay sky-high liquidated damages, doesn’t that prove your talent?!”

Hearing the four characters "Xingyuan Entertainment", Cen Xiao felt a headache.

He subconsciously glanced sideways at the direction of the second bedroom.

I don't know how much Fu Zhun has heard.

Sighing, Cen Xiao was about to open his mouth to explain, when he heard the door to the second bedroom open as if by heart.

Fu Zhun stood by the door, looking in the direction of the sofa without blinking, with a calm expression.

As soon as he came out, Meng Zhen was stunned for a while, and when she realized it, her pupils trembled suddenly, and she pointed at Cen Xiao's nose and asked, "You still brought him here? Are you crazy?! Your grandma didn't care Tube?"

"Grandma likes him very much." Cen Xiao explained concisely.

"What nonsense are you talking about? That means she doesn't know about the relationship between the two of you!" Meng Zhen's voice was trembling with anger, but her words were very firm.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, the door of grandma's room opened.

The usual grandma's kind face now had a hint of calm and prestige: "What's the noise?"

She looked at Meng Zhen, frowned lightly, walked in front of Meng Zhen with the support of Fu Zhun, and said with forceful words, "Do you think I'm blind or stupid, and you can't tell at all?"

She clearly had a kind face, but when she frowned, Meng Zhen was still a little apprehensive.

She was dumb for a while, and then said dryly: "Mom, you don't know, they are not ordinary friends, they are..."

"I know." Grandma calmly sat down where Cen Xiao was just now, "Isn't it just a relationship? You can't tell if I'm blind?"

When she said it so bluntly, Meng Zhen's face suddenly turned pale.

She thought that Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun would join forces to fool the old man, but she knew everything.

"Xiao Xiao is 25 this year, do you care about dating?" Grandma took a sip of the water in Fu Zhun's hand, moistened her throat and said, "When you are 25, Xiao Xiao will be three years old."

"How can this be the same?" Meng Zhen choked, and continued, "What age was I?"

"You also know what era you were in?" Grandma gave her an annoyed look, sighed, and said, "So don't bring the bad things of your era to the present, and let Xiaoxiao bear the burden."

"He gave up the exam back then, I told you not to force him, but you didn't listen, and now the relationship between you two has become so frozen, it's all because of you."

"What's wrong with me?" Meng Zhen gritted her teeth and refused to admit defeat, "Isn't it all for his benefit?"

It was this sentence again, and everyone present sighed in unison.

Grandma put down the water glass, and dragged Cen Xiao to her: "Then how do you see him now?"

"Mom, if you don't know anything, don't meddle." Meng Zhen didn't know what to say, so she could only try her best to drive away the person who disturbed her: "Now people outside know that they are together, and it's okay to go out." To be pointed at."

"Finger, I think they don't care much, what are you worrying about as an outsider."

Meng Zhen: "..."

Not knowing why she suddenly became an outsider, Meng Zhen didn't know what to say for a while after being choked.

But grandma saw that she was speechless, so she said a few more words: "You should let go of what happened decades ago, Cen Qin is not as bad as you think, let alone bring it to Xiaoxiao."

"You and Cen Qin have a shallow relationship, so it's good to live separately. You and Xiaoxiao's mother and child have a shallow relationship, so there is really no need to force them to be together."

Sighing, grandma suddenly remembered the last time she met Cen Qin: "I think that although Cen Qin hasn't been filming anymore, he is doing well now. I saw him sweeping your father's grave in Qingming."

Neither Cen Xiao nor Meng Zhen expected this.

In fact, grandma didn't think of it herself. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, no one would believe it.

Grandma's voice kept ringing in my ears: "Your father thought that Cen Qin was simple-minded, so he agreed to your marriage. Who knew you made things so complicated."

"To put it bluntly, isn't it that he had a relationship with someone else before he got married, and you haven't talked about it yourself? What's there to say?"

"No, this..." Meng Zhen was speechless, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "The person he's talking about is a man..."

"Isn't the person you're talking about also a man?" Grandma glanced at her angrily.

Meng Zhen: "..."

As soon as these words came out, Cen Xiao suddenly couldn't hold back and laughed.

Fu Zhun next to him stared at him, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, could only bite his cheeks to suppress his smile.

Seeing that the juniors were all laughing, Meng Zhen couldn't help but waved her hands impatiently: "Hey, I can't explain it to you! Now is not the time to talk about this! You don't know how much impact Xiaoxiao and his exposure will have!"

"What effect? ​​Let me listen to what you tell me." Grandma calmly asked Fu Zhun to pour another glass of water as if she was listening to a story.

"The endorsements in his hand may have to be discounted several times, and the liquidated damages will have to be paid a lot." Meng Zhen listed them one by one: "There are still auditions and scenes that are about to start, because his incident has been exposed. , I don’t know if it will work.”

Hearing this, grandma gave Cen Xiao the right to speak again: "Xiao Xiao, you can tell yourself how you plan to deal with it."

Finally had the opportunity to speak, Cen Xiao said unhurriedly: "As for the endorsement, if the brand really wants to terminate the contract, I will pay the liquidated damages as usual."

"As for the filming," Cen Xiao paused for a moment before continuing, "I don't want to film any more, so let's postpone the audition. I will communicate with them about the film that is already in preparation to see if I can change actors. I should pay for it." There will be no less money.”

"Are you crazy?" Meng Zhen looked at him incredulously, "You push it as soon as you say? Don't forget where the studio is now, the company can let you push it?"

"Didn't you just say that Xingyuan was going to pay me a sky-high liquidated damages to sign me?" Cen Xiao asked back.

When he said this, Cen Xiao raised his hand and gave Fu Zhun a joking look.

However, Meng Zhen didn't notice anything, "What are you dreaming about?" was written all over her face, and she sneered: "Now that you are making a fuss, Xing Yuan is still willing to sign you? If you sign, why should you support you?" Idlers?"

Hearing her question, Cen Xiao gave Fu Zhun a wink——

This question will not, you come.

Fu Zhun: "..."

Fu Zhun glanced at him meaningfully, and in a very rare manner, took out a business card from his pocket, handed it to Meng Zhen respectfully, and said modestly, "I came in a hurry, auntie, forgive me."

"I originally wanted to introduce myself after dinner, but now that I have the opportunity, I won't delay."

What he said was completely confused to Meng Zhen's ears.

Who will eat with him?

However, this inexplicable business card was parked in front of her, Meng Zhen was upset to see it, and finally took it impatiently.

Originally, I just wanted to be perfunctory, but my eyes just swept past——

First, the word "Xingyuan Entertainment" stunned her for a moment.

Then came the word "senior vice president" which made her feel unbelievable.

In the end, it was the two big characters "Fu Zhun" that made her extremely astonished.

She stared blankly at the business card in her hand, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Little Boss Fu?" Meng Zhen raised her head in shock and bewilderment.

Fu Zhun nodded slightly, but said, "I don't dare to do it."

Cen Xiao on the side also found it incredible.

He remembered that Fu Zhun was usually so lazy that he seemed to only care about cutting-edge fashion, how could he have such a pretentious business card from Xingyuan Entertainment.

He glanced at Fu Zhun suspiciously, but said nothing.

"You are Mr. Fu?" Meng Zhen was still a little bit overwhelmed.

She also checked about the Xingyuan Entertainment of the Fu Group before, but she couldn't find anything related to Fu Zhun.

Most of Fu Zhun's entries are related to the art world, without mentioning his family background, but only writing about what year he won and what awards he won.

Thinking about it now, Meng Zhen couldn't help asking: "That Xingyuan wanted to sign Xiaoxiao..."

"It's me who wants to sign." Fu Zhun didn't make any more detours, restrained his usual sloppy demeanor, and said in a serious tone, "He doesn't want to make a movie, so there is really no need to torture myself for another two years."

"But it's only been two years." Meng Zhen really couldn't understand the point of spending such a large amount of money to sign someone who is not going to make a movie at all, "He doesn't want to make a movie now, and you won't make any money if you sign it."

"I didn't use him to make money either." Fu Zhun chuckled, "I'm not short of money, I just want to make his life easier."

After a pause, Fu Zhun took a look at Cen Xiao and said seriously: "Besides, I don't want to wait."

He has been waiting for eight years through the small and cold screen.

It will be ten years to wait, and what he wants is far more than that.

For the past eight years, he could only see Cen Xiao on the screen, and he didn't even dare to call him when he went to a concert, for fear that he would see his special existence among thousands of female fans.

"Actually, I really hope that my aunt will like me." Fu Zhun looked at Meng Zhen and said lightly, "I remember when I was in high school, you didn't like me very much."

"I know that after Cen Xiao transferred to another school, you gave the presents to the classmates in the class. If you didn't give it to me, I also know what it means." Fu Zhun smiled softly, as if he hadn't cared about it for a long time. "But I still don't want to give up."

"After all, there is only one Cen Xiao." Fu Zhun paused, then continued to laugh, "Where can I find it if I don't have it?"