The Price of Rebirth [System]

Although Yuan Yuan's eyes were filled with a faint smile and amusement, there was a flash of impatience and irritability in his eyes. Even Zhang Chongji was almost dazzled by his smile, thinking that he was really as good as he appeared on the surface. That was just a friendly doubt.

Although he is a singer, his acting skills that hide his emotions cannot be ignored.

Zhang Chongji hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and suddenly there was a faint excitement of meeting his opponent. Unlike the similar smell given to him by Fu Jun, the man in front of him made him feel that he was a formidable opponent.

It seems that it is not easy to get his sincerity.

But that's what's interesting, isn't it?

"I, I..." Zhang Chongji pretended to be blushing and hesitated for a long time without explaining why, so he had to glance at him cautiously with his eyes, and lowered his head even lower.

"What? Can't tell? Could it be..." Yuan Yuan squinted the narrow corners of his eyes outlined by eyeliner, propped his hands on the wall, and surrounded Zhang Chongji within his body, lowered his head and approached Zhang Chongji's cheek silently, "Are you following me?"

Whether it's the warm breath or the thin lips in front of his eyes, it means that the current posture is so ambiguous, but at this moment, Zhang Chongji feels unexpectedly depressed in his heart.

This man is questioning himself with overwhelming momentum.

"No!" Zhang Chongji waved his hands in a panic, lowered his eyes and turned his head away, "I just happened to be here..."

"Really," Yuan Yuan said softly, and then pulled away. Seeing Zhang Chongji bowing his head and dodging, he couldn't help but sneered, put his hand on his shoulder, and pretended to squeeze unconsciously, "Just now Did I scare you? I'm so sorry."

"No, it's okay." Zhang Chongji groaned from the pain on his shoulders, and subconsciously moved back to hide.

Yuan Yuan just raised his eyebrows at his actions, and casually asked another question.

"Just now...here?"

"...En." Zhang Chongji looked up at him, and after meeting his gaze, he hurriedly lowered his head and responded.

"Is that so?" Yuan Yuan raised the corners of his mouth and rubbed his chin with a faint smile, "Did you see everything just now?"

"...En." Zhang Chongji responded softly again, but raised his head and explained hurriedly after thinking of something, "But... I think the singing just now is very nice! It's not what the director said at all!! I ,I love so much!"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to realize that what he said was a bit awkward, so he lowered his head in embarrassment and looked at his toes.

Yuan Yuan looked up and down his slightly embarrassed cheeks playfully, and finally laughed lowly. The laughter was deep and slightly magnetic, but the words that came out of his mouth were somewhat joking: "Then It's really a pity, you are not the director."

On the surface, it is joking and ridiculing, but in fact, there are several irony that ordinary people cannot hear——

You're not a director, so it doesn't do me any good if you like it.

You are not the director, so you have no right to let me pass the shooting of this MV.

Even if Zhang Chongji heard it, he could only pretend not to understand the meaning, and gave him his signature warm smile.

Yuan Yuan sneered, turned around in his pocket, waved the rolled manuscript at him, and said slowly: "Leave here if you have nothing to do, don't send it off."

Zhang Chongji opened his mouth, wanted to stretch out his hand to hold him but withdrew his hand, flashed his eyes and hesitated for a moment, but followed him.

Turning a corner out of the alley, there is a gurgling river in front of you. This place is still praised if it is remote. I don’t know how the crew found this place. It looks like a backward old town. If you change into a I really think that I have traveled through ancient times with a set of ancient costumes.

It didn't take much time for Zhang Chongji to see the tall man with his back facing him who was lazily leaning on the wooden railing at a glance.

Yellowed white shirt, black sexy leggings, wine red messy hair blown casually by the wind, the whole person looks lazy and comfortable.

He had thrown the manuscript casually on the ground beside him, and the corners of the pages were rolled up like a tube of bread just baked in a pastry shop.

Zhang Chongji blinked his eyes, squatted down to pick up the manuscript, and then carefully walked to his side with his hands behind his back, glanced at Yuan Yuan, hesitated for a moment, and then opened his mouth: "That... are you okay?"

Yuan Yuan didn't speak, and didn't even give Zhang Chongji a look. He just lowered his eyes to look at the river, and tapped his fingers on the wooden railing carelessly, as if there was no one beside him.

Seeing his reaction like this, Zhang Chongji could only dim his eyes, then he lowered his head under his lips, but heard a hoarse voice beside him.

"Have you heard the story of the farmer and the snake?"

"Ah? Ahh," Zhang Chongji didn't seem to expect his sudden opening, and he was stunned for a while before he realized, "Listen, heard, what's wrong?"

Yuan Yuan pursed his lips, raised the corners of his narrow and charming eyes, turned his head and said in a casual tone: "That farmer is always too self-righteous to think what he should do with his kindness. He saved the snake but was bitten to death. Tell me, is this farmer abusing his kindness?"

Zhang Chongji's face was a little stiff, he bit his lips and raised his eyes to look at the charming and evil man in front of him, his eyelashes trembled slightly: "I, I'm not a farmer, and you're not a snake."

Yuan Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled lowly. The curvature of his curved eyes was beautiful. His eyelashes belonged to the kind that were curly and long, and the beautiful upward curve seemed to be able to stop a butterfly.

"That's right." He said so, reaching out his hand to Zhang Chongji.

His fingers are thin and slender, with well-defined phalanges, and his palms look very warm.

Zhang Chongji was only stunned for a moment before reacting, and put the manuscript hidden behind him in his hand.

"Come on, I've always loved your songs and I'm sure you can do a great job!"

While putting the manuscript into his hands, Zhang Chongji gave him an encouraging smile, with a hint of shyness.

Yuan Yuan raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then turned around with a sneer and leaned against the railing to look at him playfully.

"It seems that you are really my loyal fan."

Zhang Chongji smiled shyly: "The loyal fans have flattered me too much, I just like your songs very much."

"Really?" Yuan Yuan raised his eyebrows, rolled up the manuscript and lifted Zhang Chongji's chin frivolously, the corners of his eyes outlined by black eyeliner were wild and unpredictable, "Then do you think I sang well just now?"

"Sing, you sang very well." Regarding this seemingly frivolous action, Zhang Chongji blushed a little awkwardly, and subconsciously wanted to back away, but stopped in the next second because of Yuan Yuan's sharp eyes that suddenly approached. land.

"Then why didn't the director let me pass?"

Looking at Yuan Yuan's handsome cheeks full of interest, Zhang Chongji felt his throat was choked by candy, he hesitated and couldn't speak: "Ah, this..."

"Ha, I'm just kidding, don't take it too seriously." Yuan Yuan pulled away suddenly, then shrugged, turned the corner of his lips and opened the manuscript, and said nonchalantly, "After all, your vision is different from that of other directors."

Zhang Zhongji lowered his head and bit his lips tightly.

Yuan Yuan is really difficult to deal with.

Obviously it looks so approachable, but it's such a difficult thing to get close to.

Although the two of them were facing each other, he felt that there was an invisible gap between them, and Yuan Yuan was sealed by that layer of gap, which made him have no chance to act and touch the real thoughts in his heart.

Ruoyou Ruowu's ambiguous posture is just superficial, the closer the two postures are, the more Zhang Chongji feels that his heart is farther away.

It sounds like good words or ordinary words, but there are always hidden irony and connotations that ordinary people can't detect. The ignorant people can't hear it, and the smart people can't refute it even if they hear it. Fox's man, he on the stage is completely different from the real him.

"Although I really want to chat with you for a while, but now I want to calm down and read the manuscript carefully, if you don't mind," when Zhang Zhongji came back to his senses, Yuan Yuan had already raised his eyebrows and said such a sentence, " Can you stay away from me?"

Again.

With a charming smile, but mercilessly uttering hurtful words, is this guy always treating his fans like this?

Zhang Chongji was a little annoyed in his heart, but he couldn't express anything on the surface, he just seemed a little embarrassed.

"Sorry to bother you……"

"It's good if you know, let's leave quickly." Yuan Yuan interrupted his words, the smile on the corner of his mouth remained unchanged and a bit playful, "Actually, I really can't see you here, it's so troublesome .”

"..." Zhang Chongji bit his lips tightly, his face was stiff, and then he said bravely, "Well, can you give me an autograph before I leave?"

"Okay, where to sign?"

Zhang Chongji stretched out a palm.

The palm of that hand had actually been signed once, after picking up that coin, on that bus, but he had forgotten it and he had already washed it off.

Zhang Chongji bit the bullet and made such a request and stretched out this hand, trying to call Yuan Yuan's forgotten memory.

The star seems to always carry a pen with him. Yuan Yuan wrote his name in his palm almost smoothly while holding the pen. Zhang Chongji looked at his expression without the slightest flicker or pause.

Not even a hint of doubt flashed through.

Can he really not remember?That first meeting on the bus?

Zhang Chongji withdrew his signed hand, held his palm and looked up at him, hesitating to speak.

"What? Is there something else?" Yuan Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him with faint impatience.

"No, no." Zhang Chongji swallowed what he wanted to say, his eyelashes trembled, and finally said "Come on" before turning and leaving.

Zhang Chongji knew that he couldn't be in a hurry, the man himself was hard to get close to, and he didn't have the ability to easily lure him into the bait once.

The plan requires a long flow of water, and a temporary waterfall cannot break through a hard rock.

Water drips through stone, although I don't want to adopt this kind of strategy, but I can't find any other way at present.

Yuan Yuan, I will always let you know that I am not a farmer and you are not a snake.

I am a hunter, a hunter who can tame your cunning fox.

On the other side, what Zhang Chongji didn't know was that shortly after he turned and left, the corners of Yuan Yuan's mouth gradually raised, and his eyes fell on his palm, smiling meaningfully.

A contest between powerful opponents is quietly unfolding.

It is not certain who can take out whose palm.