divorce?No talking! 【Entertainment】

After the funeral was over, Zhong Shaolin drove Zhou Huai back to the villa. After entering, Zhou Huai began to take off his coat. Today he wore a formal black suit with a pure black shirt underneath.

Zhong Shaolin followed behind, Zhou Huai usually didn't like to wear black, this was the first time he saw Zhou Huai wearing a black shirt.

His skin was originally fair, but it would be set off by black, making him look more like a piece of jade with a warm luster.

Zhou Huai's eyelashes drooped, and he sat on the sofa. His eyes were bloodshot, and there was undisguised fatigue in his eyes. He raised his hand to press the bridge of his nose. The protruding wrist bones on his wrist made his hands look extraordinarily slender.

Zhong Shaolin sat over, grabbed the water glass on the low table, and poured him a glass of water.

Zhou Huai opened his half-closed eyes and looked at Zhong Shaolin.

"Have you not had a good rest these two days?" Zhong Shaolin put the water on his hand, "Drink some water."

Zhou Huai moistened his lips with a glass of water, and his face was still a bit dignified.

"It's not tired, it's just a little emotional." Zhou Huai let out a long breath, and rubbed the water glass unconsciously with his fingers, "Fame and fortune are just clouds in front of life, and some things don't need to be persisted at all."

Zhou Huai's voice dropped at the end, Zhong Shaolin couldn't hear it very clearly, but he didn't ask, he raised his arm and rubbed it on Zhou Huai's shoulder, his tone lowered unconsciously, "I know you are a A very affectionate person, but no one expected this, so don't be sad."

Zhou Huai hummed lightly, he and Fang Shi took care of Yan Borong's funeral, he watched Yan Borong burn to ashes little by little in front of his eyes, and finally put it into a small square box.

This life-and-death shock made him unable to recover for a while.

"The avatar was supposed to start up, but something happened to Yan Borong, so the show was put on hold." Seeing Zhou Huai leaning sickly on the back of the sofa, Zhong Shaolin's heart skipped a beat. This feeling of fragility made him want to feel sorry for him. He stretched out his hand to rub his hair, kissed his cheek naturally, and whispered in a low voice, "I heard that Director Feng is going to re-cast the role, you You can try it."

Zhou Huai finally rolled his eyes and met Zhong Shaolin's gaze, "Fan Zhendong is a rich place, I won't try again."

Zhong Shaolin smiled when he heard the words, Zhou Huai looked colder and more ruthless than anyone else, he still remembered the scene when he declared war with himself, but he was also a very emotional person, just like he and Yan Borong Between them, they could barely be regarded as friends, but they did things for Yan Borong by themselves, and they are still thinking about Yan Borong.

"Ahuai, have you ever thought that this role will eventually fall into the hands of others, so why can't it be you?" Zhong Shaolin held Zhou Hua's knuckle-protruding hands contentedly, as if treating someone else. Caressing carefully like a precious treasure, "You can change the angle and fulfill Yan Borong's unfulfilled wish."

Zhou Huai frowned, and after a while slowly closed his eyes, for a moment, he seemed to fall asleep.

Zhong Shaolin didn't bother him, he knew he was thinking.

Finally Zhou Huai opened his eyes and supported his head with his palms, "Yes, you are right, Yan Borong left just like that. With his love for acting, it would be a pity that he couldn't interpret Fan Zhendong. Friend, I should help him fulfill this wish."

Zhong Shaolin raised those curved hands so that he could not bear to let go of his hands, put them on his lips and kissed them lightly, "You are right to think so."

After Zhong Shaolin finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to pull him up, "Let's go upstairs and have a good sleep."

Zhou Huai sat on the sofa and didn't think about it, "I can't sleep."

Zhong Shaolin wrapped his arms around his waist, half-embracing him in his arms, "Lie down if you can't sleep."

Zhou Huai entered the room without changing his clothes, and lay directly on the bed, followed by Zhong Shaolin.

Zhou Huai raised his body, "What are you doing up here, I'm not in the mood..."

Zhong Shaolin took off his coat and said with a low laugh, "Nothing, just lie down with you."

Zhou Huai didn't refuse either, the two lay side by side on the bed, one arm of Zhong Shaolin was pressed by Zhou Huai, and his other hand was on his shoulder, turning him around gently.

Zhou Huai smelled the faint smell of cedar on Zhong Shaolin's body, and closed his eyes. He originally thought that he would not be able to fall asleep for a while, but soon he fell into the mist.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when he woke up again.He moved his fingers, and the person beside him had already left.

He felt a headache, he was clearly awake, and he was still thinking about the absurd dream just now.

He dreamed that Yan Borong was slowly walking towards him in a dark mist. He said that he was not dead and was alive and well. Became another person, somewhat similar to the man he met in the cemetery yesterday.

Thinking day by day and dreaming at night, Zhou Huai pressed his temple, if what happened in the dream is true, then Yan Borong exists in this world in another way, which is fine.

Turning on the phone, I saw that Wang Zhuo had called himself, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.At that time, he was in a deep sleep. In the past two days, Yan Borong's death in a car accident made him feel nervous. Before going to sleep, he vaguely realized that Zhong Shaolin had turned off his mobile phone.

Zhou Huai called out Wang Zhuo's phone number, and dialed back. Wang Zhuo seemed to be waiting for his call, and got through immediately, "Ives, are you awake?"

"Brother Wang, I turned off my phone just now, and I didn't hear your call."

"It's okay, it's okay." Wang Zhuo said indifferently, "You worry about Yan Borong's affairs, and you should take a good rest. Look at my brain, I shouldn't call you at that point."

Zhou Huai comforted Wang Zhuo in turn, "It's okay." After finishing speaking, he asked, "What's the matter with you calling?"

"It's about Fan Zhen's casting," Wang Zhuo said over there, "Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. Look, isn't the opportunity here?"

If Zhong Shaolin hadn't enlightened him before, Fan Zhendong would never have tried anything the character Fan Zhendong said, but now he is more urgent than anyone else.

"I've auditioned once before," Zhou Huai couldn't help feeling a little worried, "Is Director Feng still willing to give me this chance?"

"If you are not prepared, I will tell Director Feng to go for an audition. I will inevitably lack confidence, but..." Wang Zhuo deliberately dragged out a long ending, "You have prepared so hard to polish this role, I believe you I can play Fan Zhendong perfectly, it is director Feng's loss to miss you."

Zhou Huai laughed, Wang Zhuo said this as if he had already been selected.

"Okay, Brother Wang, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble," Wang Zhuo chuckled, "You take your Best Actor, and I take my double-gold agent, and we can achieve a win-win situation."

Wang Zhuo moved very quickly, and sent him a message that night, explaining that he had an audition at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

Before ten o'clock the next day, Zhou Huai arrived at the audition location on time.

Wang Zhuo watched the staff lead Zhou Huai into the room, and he paced back and forth anxiously like an old hen guarding her chicks.

He knew Director Feng's requirements for acting skills. Although Director Feng was very optimistic about Zhou Huai in the last audition, he was afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Moreover, audition is something that sometimes depends on improvisation, sometimes depends on luck. It is something that cannot be inferred according to common sense.

Wang Zhuo thought sadly that it was entirely possible that he would not be selected.

Thinking of this, he secretly cast his eyes on another actor in the waiting area. Director Feng basically belongs to the kind of person who will win if he doesn't shoot. Everyone wants to be famous, and the competition is real. fierce.

After waiting sadly for nearly half an hour, the door of the audition room was pushed open from the inside.

Zhou Huai came out, and Wang Zhuo rushed to meet him. Before he could ask how he was doing, he saw Director Feng behind Zhou Huai.

Wang Zhuo didn't care about the audition, so he hurried forward to greet Director Feng, "Director Feng, hello, hello!"

Director Feng also held Wang Zhuo's hand with dignity.

"Brother Wang," Director Feng said with light in his eyes. He usually doesn't talk much, but this time he held Wang Zhuo's hand tightly, "acting very well." Well, it is the Fan Zhendong in my imagination!"

Wang Zhuo didn't react at first, but it took only a second to be dazed, and soon he shook Director Feng's big rough hand proudly, "We Ives, it's not me who is boasting, we have great potential, and the most important thing is He loves to study, which is different from those young fresh meat who only rely on appearance now."

These words seemed to reach Director Feng's heart, he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes. In the previous audition, Fan Zhendong's acting was particularly amazing in the later stage, and the early stage was a little lacking, but this time, Fan Zhendong's previous cowardice Swallowing his breath and acting vividly, it can be seen that he has really worked hard to study this role, and it has only been a few days, which is rare, really rare."

In Feng Dao's eyes, Zhou Huai is the magic weapon for him to continue to be famous. In Wang Zhuo's eyes, it is the guarantee for him to become a double-gold agent. At this moment, his body seems to be covered with a layer of golden light, and the two are looking at each other. , there was an unstoppable smile on the corners of the eyes and brows, and both hands have not been loosened until now.

"Director Feng, shall we go back and wait for the news?" Wang Zhuo gradually regained his position from Zhou Huai's calm eyes, restrained himself a little, and let go of his hand.

"Hey, there's no need to go back and wait for the news?" Director Feng patted Zhou Huai on the shoulder and looked at him lovingly, "Now, here, I will give you a letter of approval. Fan Zhendong is Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou It's Fan Zhendong!"

Wang Zhuo was a little surprised when he heard Director Feng's words. It could be seen that Director Feng really admired Zhou Huai, but it was the first time he had seen him make such a direct decision. The right candidate, no, the actor in the waiting area is anxiously looking this way.

Director Feng saw what Wang Zhuo was thinking, and didn't intend to change his words at all, and said again, "I believe that no matter how many people are interviewed, it is impossible to be more suitable than Xiao Zhou."