early bird sold out

The author has something to say: I like interludes and flashbacks. If you feel that the perspective is confusing, you can understand it later. There are explanations about secret love in the next few chapters, and other puzzles will be answered later.

Yuejiang Huating is a restaurant similar to a high-end club on the east bank of the Lujiang River. Although it focuses on "private kitchens", there are actually many "private kitchens". In addition to those exquisite Jiangnan gardens, the spread of the area should not be underestimated.

The riverside location is superior, and the land at the foot is very precious. It is said that this place is actually the residence of a certain prince before the Republic of China. It was undamaged during the war, and it has been preserved in private ownership. Now it has been injected into commercial functions. Changed a more practical way to shade the younger generation.

It was the first time for Xia Zhizhu to come here. At first, when he saw the quaint pavilions and pavilions on the road, he thought they were all in such a Chinese classical style, but now he is sitting on the roof of the second floor of a modern building that cannot be more modern, overlooking the whole building slightly. Yuejiang Huating was secretly surprised that two completely different things could get along so harmoniously, as if they were originally symbiotic as one.

There is still a performance on the roof at the moment, and the band members on the open-air stage all have deep Western European faces. Xia Zhizhu recognizes them as a dark horse that has smashed out on the foreign music charts some time ago.

He had listened to their songs and loved several of them, but Xia Zhizhu did not expect that they would appear in a restaurant in Jiangcheng, China on the second day of the May Day holiday in China. People who know their surroundings sing.

Scattered on the open-air square table are guests in all kinds of dresses. They have both eastern and western faces. The only thing in common is that they are all talking in a low voice and smiling gently. Compared with the outside world, they look like Curious about everything around.

Since entering the entertainment circle, Xia Zhizhu has become more sensitive to meeting strangers. Just now he followed Xi Zhao up the hanging stairs and saw so many strange faces. He subconsciously wanted to back away and hide in the shadows, but Xi Zhao was slightly Turning his head to the side as if to talk to him, Xia Zhizhu didn't dare to move again.

"Don't be afraid." Xi Zhao said.

He didn't ask Xia Zhizhu what he was afraid of, didn't tell him what he didn't have to be afraid of, and he didn't even say why he knew Xia Zhizhu was afraid, but he said "don't be afraid", which immediately relieved Xia Zhizhu of all the panic.

It's so strange, obviously this sentence should actually be addressed to himself, but the effect of the medicine is spread evenly on the two silent people, and the effect is surprisingly better than imagined.

They chose a corner to sit, and the aromatherapy on the table was very transparent light orange. Xia Zhizhu had been observing intently, as if he liked it very much.

Before leaving later, I can ask the waiter to pack a whole set for him, Xi Zhao thought.

Xia Zhizhu helped him just now, and the beneficiary wanted to repay him with Qiong Yao, but at the moment the conditions are limited, so he should report something simple first.

Xi Zhao's gaffe outside tonight did not come from the dinner invitation with the crew, but from the phone call he answered after he came out.Xi Zhao has been in good condition recently, and he didn't bring any medicine with him. Before Xia Zhizhu appeared, he was wearing a bluetooth headset, sitting on the corridor with his back leaning against a column, listening to his doctor Zhao Chuhe rambling on to comfort him until he was so tense. Almost broke the mood.

As soon as Xia Zhizhu appeared, those chaotic emotions suddenly disappeared cleanly and completely.

He even developed an inexplicable tolerance towards Xia Zhizhu for this reason.

It's a pity that his little employees are dumbfounded, unable to see that a small crown symbolizing patience is loomingly held on top of his head by a big hand.Seeing that Xia Zhizhu was really relieved by the words "well, I won't hit him", Xi Zhao climbed to the highest peak in an instant on the steep mountain road of Renxiao.

The child who kept calling "Uncle" had just been taken away by his mother. Zhao Chuhe asked him what happened in the earphone hidden in the shadow, and Xia Zhizhu's shoulders seemed to tremble slightly from the cold when he watched Xi Zhao's eyes drooping. He immediately became super nervous: "Are you all right, Mr. Xi?"

"Mr. Xi, who are you talking to?" Zhao Chuhe asked him through the headset.

"My legs are numb, can you help me up?" Xi Zhao asked Xia Zhizhu.

"Okay." Xia Zhizhu carefully raised the boss's arm, he didn't dare to be careless, and the palm of his hand only stopped firmly at the initial landing point, with a sense of proportion that he didn't dare to move a single inch.

But the arm he held in his palm belonged to another mature man's strong and warm body, and Xia Zhizhu couldn't control his nervous heartbeat.

They should have gone back, but the director was still waiting for them.

But the moment he walked out of the courtyard, Xi Zhao suddenly stopped and asked Xia Zhizhu if he wanted to take a walk elsewhere.

Walking through the elegant walkway and taking a seat on the rooftop, Xi Zhao told him not to worry, he had already asked for leave from the director for them.

The user at the earphone end hung up the phone helplessly and went to contact Miss Lily, the president's secretary. Xia Zhizhu, who didn't know it, was curious about Mr. Xi's inexplicable familiarity with Yuejiang Huating.

"Do you know what this place was used for?" Xi Zhao asked proactively as if sensing his confusion.

Xia Zhizhu nodded: I know, the residence of the last king with a different surname in the feudal dynasty.

Xi Zhao also nodded, and continued calmly: "The other surname is Wang and the surname is Yu."

There happened to be someone surnamed Yu next to them.

"..."

Xia Zhizhu blinked, as if he was shocked by this sentence, he seemed to have not reacted, and he seemed to have reacted, but he felt that there was nothing to be surprised about.

And Xi Zhao calmly looked at the little star's expression from the corner of his eye, and felt that he probably understood why Song Ci looked at Xia Zhizhu so highly.

If his younger brother who had just returned to China had one-third of Xia Zhizhu's good character, Xi Zhao would not have rejected Xi Yue's request to move into his brother's house so simply and neatly.

The glass of whiskey with ice made a crisp sound on the glass table, and he randomly picked up a topic: "Are you familiar with Bo Chi?"

Another leading actor of "Heatstroke", the actor of Sanliao.

Xia Zhizhu thought about it carefully, but he didn't answer Xi Zhao's question directly, or he wasn't sure what the answer was, so he could only list the known facts: "I have made a movie with Mr. Bo, It’s the same agent now, Miss Ci took me to visit my seniors, we exchanged contact information, and occasionally exchanged information.”

Do you think we know each other well?

Xi Zhao smiled lightly, and changed the question: "Do you like that character?"

When "Heatstroke" was screened abroad, Xi Zhaoshang was in Tokyo. When he returned to China, his roommate got an on-site ticket for one of the screening units of the film festival to practice for him.Xi Zhao has mediocre memories of other films, but he is particularly impressed with the competing film from his own country—the story of the blind boy and the peeper.

Xia Zhizhu nodded as expected.

"What about this character now?" Xi Zhao asked again.

His series of questions were far-fetched, but Xia Zhizhu didn't care at all, what he asked each time, and what he answered each time: "I like it."

Although it is only the male fourth with not many roles, the plot will be finished before halfway through the broadcast, but if the acting is good, it will be a very brilliant little role, and Miss Ci's vision is always right.

"What about you?" Xi Zhao asked.

Xia Zhizhu looked up blankly: "...what?"

Xi Zhao sat on the high chair and looked at him with calm eyes and a calm tone: "What kind of person do you want to be when you enter the entertainment industry?"

When a big leader suddenly talks to you about your career plan, Zhihu’s hot praise tells you that you don’t have to try your best to show how good you are, but you can start with self-awareness, motivation and values, and commitment to the organization. Their reliability, job stability and peace of mind.

But Xia Zhizhu thought for a while, but he only answered very briefly: "I want to be a person who is liked by some people and loved by a few of them."

Superficial, vivid, sincere.

After finishing speaking, Xia Zhizhu suddenly remembered his childhood in Yancheng.

When Ruan Tang was young, he wandered around with Yoko, and Yancheng was the place where they lived for the longest time. Ruan Tang finished elementary school there, and Ji Baicen was his tablemate for six years. After Zhizhu, Ji Baicen is still his best friend.

The teaching systems at home and abroad are different. In the late spring five years ago, Ruan Tang graduated from high school, but Ji Baicen was not yet liberated. However, during the May Day holiday, which was less than a month away from the college entrance examination, he unexpectedly chose to go to Osaka, where the school is located, for vacation.

Ji Baicen is easy-going, and his requirements for vacations are so low that even if he stays at home every day, it doesn't matter. There is only one place where the boy holds a brochure and expresses his desire to go very strongly.

Yixin Temple.

He said he wanted to make a wish, but when he got to the place, Ruan Tang knew that Ji Baicen, who was about to take the college entrance examination, wanted to make a wish for his good friend who seemed to have no desires.

At that time, Ruan Tang hadn't even determined the direction he was going to go in the future. It was unimaginable to suspend school and return to China to participate in the draft. Success, even wishing for it seems to have nothing to do with it.

——There must be many people who like you, so I won't waste my wish.

The good friend bent the corners of his lips with a smile, clapped his hands twice, closed his eyes, and folded his hands reverently at the remains of the Buddha statue.

——I wish Tangtang a happy future.

A band from Western Europe played the exciting jazz. When the handsome lead singer sang the first sentence in Chinese, the guests sitting around whistled in surprise, while Xi Zhao turned his head in a cheerful atmosphere and casually signaled to go silently. The waiter in front handed the drink in the tray to the young boy.

He is so good looking.

In the past, Xia Zhizhu only dared to look at Mr. Xi in the close-up photos of news reports, but tonight, he occasionally looked at each other, and each time he was shockingly handsome.

The superior and tough facial features, the sexy Adam's apple that occasionally protrudes when looking sideways, and the short hair that is shaved upside down are Yingli extraordinary. I don't know which stylist used the knife on Tai Sui's head, but boldly pierced Xi Zhao's auricle above the auricle that symbolizes Surname with unknown "X" pattern.

It's late at night, but the nightlife of countless young people has just begun.

Xi Zhao thought of Xia Zhizhu's "Heatstroke" again.

At the end of the film, the shrunken corner of the boy seems to be wrapped in thick twilight, except for the light heartbeat that is tightly held by himself in his arms, there is no other light.Even though the doors and windows were tightly closed, the inside of the car in the film seemed to be leaking, and Xi Zhao, who was sitting off-screen, seemed to suddenly smell a little snow.

And at the moment when the character played by Xia Zhizhu opened his eyes, knowing that he couldn't see, all the oranges in the setting sun fell into the hearts of the viewers in an instant.

Such a person said to him just now: I want to be a person who is liked by some people and loved by a few of them.

"Then you've already succeeded halfway," Xi Zhao said calmly.

I heard from Ji Baicen, who had done his homework, and Yoko, a local, that the Isshinji Temple in Osaka is very spiritual, and the sincerity is even more spiritual.

What wish did Ji Baicen make for him?

Xia Zhizhu's eyelashes trembled slightly, like a pair of butterflies.

There was a cool breeze on the roof, and some people danced to the music.

They got up one after another, and Xi Zhao's straight back blended into a painting in the night of the city.

Xia Zhizhu, an excellent employee of Xingyan Entertainment, left behind him, slowly scrolling through a series of greetings to the boss: Hello, hello, こんばんは (good evening).

Of course, there is one more important sentence.

The twelve o'clock bell rang in the distance, and Lixia had just completed the handover of the new year with Muchun.

He obediently turned his hands behind his back, tiptoed lightly, and silently recited silently amidst the rhythmic heartbeat:

For the 1825th time, I wish you a sweet dream, your crush.