The cp I'm smoking is fake [entertainment circle]

When Ji Fuzhou entered Ye Tingfeng's house for the first time, he subconsciously took a second look.

The basic layout of the apartment was similar to her room, except that the second bedroom was converted into a study room, which was very spacious and was just used by Ye Tingfeng to put musical instruments.

Although it hasn't been long since I arrived, the room is not messy, and even the packages that have just moved into the house are piled up neatly in the corner.

It's just that the balcony is empty, so it inevitably looks a little deserted.

Ye Tingfeng asked Ji Fuzhou to sit down on the sofa, and went to the kitchen to pour water for her.

Ji Fuzhou had to stay for a while because of affection, and he was still thinking about moving.

She has lived in this house for several years, and she is already used to it. If it is not necessary, she does not want to move in a short time, and moving is also a troublesome chore.

But compared to bumping into Cheng Guanyue head-on, these troubles seemed necessary.

From the corner of his eye, Ji Fuzhou glanced at the study room with the open door. Diagonally opposite the door is the master bedroom, which is larger than the second bedroom, and it is more than enough to accommodate two double beds.

Has it progressed to the point of living together directly?

Ji Fuzhou was shocked for a while, and silently wrote down this point.

It's a pity that this kind of "sugar" cannot be shared.

Just as he was thinking, the screen of Ye Tingfeng's phone on the coffee table flickered and turned on.

It only shows that a message has been received, but the content of the message is hidden—of course, as a star, you still need to be vigilant.

Ji Fuzhou didn't go crazy enough to want to directly spy on the Lord's privacy, but the background pattern of the lock screen made her gaze stay for a while longer.

An ordinary landscape photo, a fence, a group of creepers faintly reflected in the corner of the photo, and the iron fence on the other side is rusted and mottled.

On the side of the fence, the branches of a small tree stick out tremblingly, and a few small pink flower buds can be vaguely seen.

It was supposed to be a very artistic photo, but unfortunately the photographer didn't seem to be good at photography, and didn't even add a filter, let alone the death photography angle of the middle-aged and elderly people.

With Ye Tingfeng's aesthetics, he wouldn't choose the lock screen deliberately for its ugliness.

Obviously it has a special meaning.

That photo was most likely taken by herself.

It could also be Cheng Guanyue - Cheng Guanyue has a little experience in photography, so it shouldn't be possible to shoot such an ugly effect.

Ji Fuzhou's thoughts turned around, but he didn't think deeply, only a little impression remained.

The background of the photo looks familiar.

Sitting with Ye Tingfeng for a while, drinking a cup of tea silently, Ji Fuzhou left with an excuse.

Just after she left the door, she actually received a call from Wang Bingxiao.

"Fuzhou, are you free these two days?" Wang Bingxiao asked aggressively.

Just as Ji Fuzhou inserted the key into the door, he was yelled at and subconsciously moved the phone a little farther away.

"There should be." Ji Fuzhou turned the key, entered his own door, and continued talking, not noticing that the person at the door next door had been standing there watching her leave.

"boom."

With a soft bang, the door closed, blocking sight.

While changing his shoes, Ji Fuzhou asked, "Are you finally ready to go to the guard banquet and become a sack?"

"..." Wang Bingxiao was silent for a moment, then vented her breath, and replied bitterly, "That's not true, it's just that I haven't made it clear to my parents..."

Today is still a working day, Ji Fuzhou was specially approved by the boss to take a holiday to accompany a big client, while Wang Bingxiao is still working overtime in the company.

But she had already told her parents about breaking up with Wei Yan before, but she didn't explain it clearly, she only said to wait until the holiday.

A few days ago, I could use overtime as an excuse. It was already late at night when I drove home, and I fell asleep when I entered the room, and I didn’t have to worry about bumping into my parents.

Seeing that the holiday was coming soon, and when it was time to go home at night, Wang Bingxiao was timid again.

The downside of a small city is that you can’t look up and you can’t see down. Once there are rumors, it can make people feel uncomfortable.

Furthermore, Wang Bingxiao deliberately concealed all the bad things that happened in Qianwei Yan, so when her parents heard that they broke up, they were so shocked that they couldn't even speak for a while.

Wang Bingxiao was worried that her parents would not understand her, and that they would suffer rumors because of this matter, so she felt uneasy.

But she has no way to bow her head and compromise for these reputations.

So Wang Bingxiao thought of Ji Fuzhou.

Perhaps it's because Ji Fuzhou fits the image of a "quiet, gentle and obedient girl" too well since she was in college—with the addition of a "mature and reliable" label, Wang Bingxiao's parents have a particularly good impression of her.

When Wang Bingxiao quarreled with her parents when she was in college, it was Ji Fuzhou who helped to persuade them to make peace in the end.

If she was there, maybe the possibility of being criticized by my parents would be so much lower.

"If you have nothing to do, why don't you come and stay at my house for a night, it just so happens that my parents haven't seen you for a long time, and they called you last time..."

Ji Fuzhou glanced at the time, and it was almost time to get off work.

"You're going to drop by me at night?"

This is promised.

Wang Bingxiao responded immediately: "I'll drive to pick you up later!"

When Ji Fuzhou went out, Ye Tingfeng heard the movement next door.

Wang Bingxiao rushed upstairs and knocked on the door of Ji Fuzhou's house. After a while, Ji Fuzhou, who had packed up earlier, came out with a bag on his back, and he could see the toiletries inside at a glance.

Looks like it's time to go out for the night.

Wang Bingxiao kept looking at the time while muttering something in a low voice.

"...I hope my parents don't get angry with me for your sake... I'm obviously my own. Why do they like you so much? I'm going to suspect that I was adopted."

After locking the door, Ji Fuzhou walked to the elevator together, and replied with a smile: "It's as if they really lost their temper with you. Uncles and aunts are not the kind of unenlightened people. As long as we explain well, they will Definitely acceptable..."

With a soft "ding", the elevator arrived.

The rest of the words disappeared behind the elevator.

Ye Tingfeng stood at the door, his hands still on the doorknob, and he froze in place before opening a gap.

The backlight of the phone I was holding in my hand gradually dimmed, and the QR code of the account was not clearly visible.

She originally wanted to ask Ji Fuzhou for contact information.

But seeing Ji Fuzhou's friend approaching, she retreated involuntarily.

Reason told her that those hidden meanings were probably just her imagination, but those words kept rushing into her mind one after another.

Parents, enlightened, explaining...

Does it really have any other meaning?

Even if not, the familiarity between Wang Bingxiao and Ji Fuzhou is obvious, far beyond ordinary people.

Ye Tingfeng's heart was bubbling with sourness, but he hesitated for the first time.

Would Ji Fuzhou find it troublesome if she rushed over so hotly?

After all, she already has a new stable life.

Moreover, Ji Fuzhou no longer seems to be as straightforward as before, perhaps all the boredom is hidden under the tactful smile.

The cold wind outside the house made Ye Tingfeng's hands a little cold.

There was no one in the corridor anymore, Ye Tingfeng closed the door again, and when he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of the lock screen on the phone that was activated by the sensor.

It was obviously an empty wall and alley, but she pierced through time with a glance, and suddenly saw the young Ji Fuzhou sitting on the wall, lowering his head and smiling arrogantly and brilliantly at her, like a ray shot out from behind the dark summer clouds. Light, unstoppable.

People who have been in the bottom of my heart for almost ten years, and people who have disappeared for seven or eight years.

When she appeared in front of her again, wouldn't her first reaction be to give in and not intervene, just like ten years ago, watching by the side, and then waiting for her to disappear again?

impossible.

Ye Tingfeng clicked on the work account grouping, his eyes stayed on the account of the boss of the company he worked with recently for a moment, then clicked down, and began to edit the text message.

Even if Ji Fuzhou doesn't like her in the past, she can still work hard to get closer to the way she likes.

At least you must not shrink back without even trying.

Ye Tingfeng made up his mind.

Ji Fuzhou brought some fruits out of the supermarket, and when he got into the car, it was already dark outside.

"Why are you being so polite?" Wang Bingxiao said, "Bringing so many things back home my parents are going to say you're cheating."

Ji Fuzhou picked up his lower lip, and said with a slight smile, "It's all about reducing anger."

Lest you really get angry when talking.

Wang Bingxiao: "..."

That's a really valid reason.

She also closed her mouth with a guilty conscience and said nothing more.

"Cough, cough, cough." Wang Bingxiao coughed a few times, and decided to change the subject, "By the way, how is the big star who lives next door to you? He didn't make things difficult for you in private, did he?"

Ji Fuzhou was lowering his text message, and replied casually: "No."

Wang Bingxiao continued to ask: "Did anything else develop—"

Ji Fuzhou followed her words and continued: "No."

"But don't you live next door? You are both neighbors and customers. The big star is reserved, so you didn't think about taking the initiative to build a good relationship?"

"No."

"At least you can invite guests or something, won't you feel lonely when you are alone once in a while?"

"No."

"Then do you hate her?"

"No."

"..."

Now that Wang Bingxiao was sure, Ji Fuzhou didn't intend to answer the question seriously at all, and his brows twitched involuntarily as he focused on his mobile phone.

Ji Fuzhou is considered a mild Internet addict, but it is rare for him to be distracted by it when he is with others.

Wang Bingxiao couldn't help asking: "Who are you chatting with so preoccupied? Are you looking for someone?"

Ji Fuzhou almost said "no" again, but he woke up with a sudden brake.

The signal light ahead suddenly jumped to red.

Ji Fuzhou came back to his senses, vaguely remembered the last question, put down his phone and touched the center of his eyebrows, and corrected his answer: "I don't hate her."

She is still a fan of Fengyue, how could she hate Ye Tingfeng?

Wang Bingxiao thought about it for the same reason, and didn't doubt this casual question.

"I'm sending a message to my uncle." Ji Fuzhou continued to explain, "He seems to have another house in City C. I want to ask if he can rent it for me for a while."

Ji Fuzhou seemed to have a headache.

The uncle she was talking about was her own uncle, and Wang Bingxiao met once when they moved earlier, and the uncle and nephew did look somewhat similar.

It's a pity that Uncle Ji seems to be very busy with work, so he left in a hurry after seeing his niece, and didn't even bother to eat.

According to Wang Bingxiao's vague impression, the other party is a standard middle-aged and moderate elder.

——The middle-aged and elderly people are in front, emphasizing the issue of generation gap.

It's not that he is a stubborn person, but he is a little overprotective without knowing it, which makes Ji Fuzhou want to think twice about what he says, let alone when it is time to send a message, for fear that a wrong word will cause unnecessary worries to the other party.

Wang Bingxiao suddenly understood.

But apart from this uncle, she never heard Ji Fuzhou mention other family members on his own initiative.

Originally, Wang Bingxiao thought that her parents were gone, so she never dared to take the initiative to mention the sad things for fear of poking her, but later found out that Ji Fuzhou occasionally went back to her hometown, and it was not to see her uncle.

It's not like they went to sweep the grave, and sometimes they came back with big bags and small bags, and they didn't have the slightest sense of depression.

This doubt was fleeting, but Wang Bingxiao was more concerned about another question.

"Why do you want to change houses?" Wang Bingxiao asked puzzled, "Is it uncomfortable to live here now?"

"No." Ji Fuzhou shook his head.

Of course it's not easy to say clearly about the "two or three things between me and my ex and my former love rival". When Ji Fuzhou thinks about it, he just feels a pain in his head, and he can't help but "hiss" softly.

"The one next door..." Ji Fuzhou thought about finding a more reasonable reason, "After all, he is quite a famous star, if something happens to me, I can't afford it, and if he is picked out of the residence by fans..."

The community she lives in now has very good security, and there is almost no possibility of letting fans in by mistake, so there are many small stars living here.

But there is always a contingency in everything.

Wang Bingxiao thought she was worried about the "what if", but it was understandable.

Even if she is a star I like very much, it doesn't mean she is willing to get into those troubles.

"That's right." Wang Bingxiao nodded and invited, "If you don't have a suitable one, you can stay at my house for a while, and I will take you with me when I drive to and from get off work."

Just as Ji Fuzhou said "thank you", he heard the phone's notification sound.

It was her uncle who sent the message.

She hasn't clicked on it yet, and only vaguely sees the last one asking when she will return to City A.

Immediately afterwards, the message from Zhou Yu jumped out.

After a smooth ride, I clicked into Zhou Yu's news first.

[Zhou Yu: When will you return to City A? ]

[Zhou Yu: Xu Xiao said that he is going to get married, and others are planning to hold a class reunion by the way, do you want to go? ]

[Zhou Yu: [screenshot]]

[Zhou Yu: In case you don't remember which one is Xu Xiao, I circled it for you. It is our high school monitor. When the teacher asked you to write a review, he also spoke for you]

In short, a good guy who deserves to be congratulated.

[Floating boat: ...]

[Float: I am not yet amnesiac to the extent of dementia]

[Fuzhou: You can insult my IQ, but don't insult my personality]

She still remembers Xu Xiao, the monitor of high school, a warm-hearted and kind person, a bit like Cheng Guanyue, but he is much more sincere in his dealings with others.

In the past, Ji Fuzhou was taken care of by him, and thanks to him "justice" from time to time, the people in the class were not so afraid of Ji Fuzhou. On the contrary, the relationship was still good, and many of them kept in touch after graduation.

It's just that Ji Fuzhou left his hometown after graduating from high school, and when he returned to City A occasionally, he was in a hurry, and he couldn't make it in time for the class reunion.

The photo that Zhou Yu sent was a "graduation photo" taken privately in high school.

It was just outside the classroom at that time, and it was still spring at that time. The pink flowers on the peach trees in the background had not yet fully bloomed, and a few petals fell from time to time, which looked quite beautiful at first glance.

The boys huddled together one by one, but the girls scrambled to get closer to Ji Fuzhou, and the bold ones were stretching out their hands to pull the corners of her mouth.

At that time, Ji Fuzhou didn't like to smile, even though he had a tender face, he was tall and long-legged, wearing a baggy coat, with his sleeves rolled up and his arms folded, and when he squinted coldly, he had the aura of a big boss looking down on the world.

The classmate got along with her for three years, and gradually figured out her temperament, and she was not afraid of her. He laughed and imitated her expression, but it looked like the style of a cold-hearted elder sister parading around the street with a few naive younger brothers.

The sense of contrast looks comical.

Everyone in the class has a copy of this photo, including Ji Fuzhou himself.

It's just that I have graduated for many years after all, no matter how much I miss that time, it is impossible to take it out and look back from time to time, it has already become a memory that is kept at the bottom of the box.

Ji Fuzhou hadn't seen this photo for a long time.

I couldn't help laughing when I looked at it again, Ji Fuzhou couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth, his eyes slid across the faces of the people in the photo one by one, and he softened a little unconsciously.

When her gaze fell to the corner, she suddenly paused again.

A flash of light came to Ji Fuzhou's mind, and he remembered Ye Tingfeng's lock screen photo.

The background seems to be the outside of the school's back door.

The walls in the graduation photo correspond to the two sides.