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"What else do you want? I don't understand what you are dissatisfied with?" Zheng Yi roared loudly.

Shuxian casually took a book on the table and threw it at Zheng Yi angrily.

Zheng Yi's mother heard their quarrel, and stepped up the stairs a few steps, like a taut bow, about to shoot vicious curses at her daughter-in-law in the next second.

"What's the noise? I don't know if your dad is in poor health and needs to rest?"

Mother Zheng's sharp gaze passed over the silent Shuxian, Zheng Yi, who was still angry, and the book on the floor that she could make a big fuss about.

A disdainful smile appeared on her face, and Zheng's mother's tone was light but full of bitterness: "Marrying into someone else's house is not a good husband and child, and I read English books every day. I don't know what I am showing off. If you really have that ability, Just give birth to a son for our family."

Shu Xian clenched the corner of her clothes, her knuckles turning pale.

"Mom, you go out first, we're fine." Zheng Yi pinched his brows and said wearily.

After Mother Zheng left, Shuxian wiped her face and went into the bathroom in the bedroom.

Zheng Yi picked up the book, sighed, and put the book back on the desk.

He was careful and glanced at the cover of the English book.

THECOLORPPURPLE

Written By ALICE WALKER

The sky was gray, dark clouds covered the light, and it was not known when the light would be seen again.

Originally, I just wanted to wander around and relax.Before he knew it, Zheng Yi walked around to the door of the bar.

He hesitated for a while, then stepped in.Looking around, he couldn't find the person he met that day. Zheng Yi was feeling lost when he was lightly touched on the shoulder.

His heart rate spiked momentarily, and he turned away expectantly, though he hadn't yet figured out what to say to start.

But the person who came was not him.

The man introduced himself: "I am the foreman here, and here is a letter left for you by Xiao Min."

He stared at the foreman's face unwillingly: "His name is Xiao Min? Where has he gone?"

"He said it was very clear in the letter."

After leaving the bar, Zheng Yi found an empty street corner and eagerly opened the letter.

There is only one line on the pure white paper: "I don't work in the bar anymore. Don't go there again. If I find out, I will break your leg."

"..."

Returning home with a complicated mood, Zheng Yi opened the door, and found that the house was extremely deserted, and there was no sound at all.

Zheng Yi called the nanny, and the nanny told him that his father was sent to the First Hospital by his mother for a review, and Shuxian asked a friend out for dinner.

"Your meal is ready, on the table."

"it is good."

"That..." The nanny looked unnatural, and stood in front of Zheng Yi who was going to eat.

Zheng Yi looked at her with some doubts.

"Shortly after you left today, a man of your age came. He said...he is also a child of the Zheng family."

"Where is he now?"

"Upstairs, your father had a chat with him, as if he was allowed to stay."

"..."

Zheng Yi didn't know how to face this sudden extra brother.

So, he chose to eat first and wait and see.

From childhood to adulthood, he has heard relatives talk about his life experience.

When outsiders comment on his appearance, they never forget to add the sentence "it doesn't look like Zheng Qianjun's son at all".

His mother's attitude towards him was also very suspicious, she always stayed away from him, and frequently controlled him.Only in front of her father would she act as if she sincerely cared for herself.

So, could the person upstairs be the father's biological son?

Zheng Yi slowed down his pace when he passed the study room, he guessed that the person should wait inside, waiting for his father to come back and chat a few more words.

He was a little curious and wanted to knock on the door, using the reason of looking for a book, to see if that person looked a lot like a child from the Zheng family.

He even had his hands on the doorknob.

"Hello."

A voice suddenly sounded to his left.

Zheng Yi was startled, and looked at the man leaning against the wall.

Tall and thin.

Much like Dad's own son.

But what bothered him even more.

The man stood at the door of his bedroom.

"You entered my room?" Zheng Yi looked at him displeased.

The man lowered his head and smiled, his eyes bent into crescents: "Dad said, we should get to know each other better."

·

After the play, Lin Tingxi and Gu Xiang went to Director Zhu's place to listen to their opinions.

Gu Xiang is the actor who plays Zheng Ming. He has never appeared before because of his personal schedule.Jiang Zewan's "stand-in" status was also explained to Gu Xiang by the director, so Gu Xiang didn't need to make up the scene of the bar.Director Zhu is a smart person, and so is Lin Tingxi. There is no need to find excuses to pretend for himself. Director Zhu honestly told Jiang Zewan about contacting the wine manager, and Lin Tingxi expressed his understanding.

At night after filming, Zhu Dongfeng asked Lin Tingxi to go to the daytime bar to chat.

Because the crew rented the venue for a day, and the location was remote, there was still no one in the bar at night.

"Everyone agrees that this stand-in actor performed very well. Just because the schedule is not very easy, why don't you just let your younger brother do it?" Zhu Dongfeng said half-jokingly and half-seriously after taking a sip of beer.

Lin Tingxi said seriously: "He is acting very well, but in the future Yinghuo does not support a singer to develop into other fields, and there has never been a precedent for a multi-cultural artist before. However, I will respect his opinion, If Zewan wants to continue acting, I will not intervene."

"Haha, what a responsible and good senior." Zhu Dongfeng smiled and rubbed his eyes, lazily playing with the wine bottle. "Actually, I asked the wine manager to ask Jiang Zewan what he meant."

Lin Tingxi didn't answer, and silently drank the tea in front of her.

"Aren't you curious?" Zhu Dongfeng asked after looking at his expression.

Lin Tingxi shook his head, he knew very well that Jiang Zewan would not stay.

"Well, Jiang Zewan's reply is that he won't make any more, but before he left, he threatened the bartender not to write that kind of scene again." Recalling the way that childish guy spoke to the bartender, Zhu Dongfeng couldn't help but want to belly laugh.

"..."

Lin Tingxi glanced behind Zhu Dongfeng, lowered his head and whispered: "Push the wine over, hurry up."

"What? Didn't your family never allow you to drink?" Zhu Dongfeng was at a loss.

Five seconds later, the enemy brewer arrives on the battlefield.

Zhu Dongfeng felt the chill behind him.

"Your family doesn't allow you to drink." The bartender stared at Zhu Dongfeng coldly.

"..."

Lin Tingxi silently looked at Zhu Dongfeng who was carried away again on his shoulders.

Lin Tingxi drank the health-preserving tea in one gulp, and walked out of the bar.

He was actually very envious of the wine secretary and Zhu Dongfeng.

Whenever, he can be like this, with the one he loves anytime, anywhere.

Don't be afraid of being taken apart.

Today was the first time Lin Tingxi saw Gu Xiang, and he was pretty much exactly what he expected, with Zheng Ming's temperament, although it was far less than the excitement that Jiang Zewan brought to him.

Director Zhu looked back at the camera, thought for a moment, and gave a flat evaluation: "It's a little bit lacking in feeling. At this time, Zheng Min has integrated into Zheng Yi's life as an outsider. Gu Xiang, your characterization is still a bit thin , think about it more."

Gu Xiang nodded modestly, Director Zhu lowered his head and looked at the machine again, and then said: "Tingxi's performance today is not bad, but the anger at the beginning can be expressed more fully."

"Okay." Lin Tingxi responded.

Gu Xiangren is very easy to get along with, and Lin Tingxi and him will not be embarrassed because they have nothing to talk to. The two discussed the content of the script together, walked out of the set, bid farewell to their respective nanny cars and left.

After getting in the car, Lin Tingxi found that Nan Nan was fidgeting, as if he wanted to ask something but was worried, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Brother, did Jiang Zewan look for you?" Nan Nan asked cautiously.

Lin Tingxi glanced at the phone, confirmed that there was no news, and said, "No."

Nan Nan became even more disturbed. She said, "Xiao Song told me that Jiang Zewan hadn't appeared for several days..."

"Can't you get in touch with that person?"

"Yes, the phone is turned off, and the person is neither at home nor at work."

I called Jiang Zewan several times, and only a cold female voice answered Lin Tingxi: "I'm sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off..."

"Where did you go..." Lin Tingxi grabbed her hair angrily.

What is the reason to make this person who is concerned about the progress of the album disappear?

He opened WeChat and opened a dialog with Jiang Zewan unwillingly.

The news stayed at the last time, Jiang Zewan shared a video with him, and then they said good night to each other.

In that short video, Huo Xu was singing.

By the way, Huo Xu!

Trainees are not allowed to bring mobile phones during training, Lin Tingxi asked Nan Nan to ask for the manager's phone number.

After waiting anxiously for 5 long minutes, the phone was transferred to Huo Xu.

"Hello."

"Hi, I'm Lin Tingxi."

"Ah, hello senior, I was practicing dancing just now."

"I hope I didn't disturb you. I want to ask you, did your brother Zewan say anything before he left?"

"Brother Zewan told us the basics of vocal music, and said he would go to a coastal city to rest for a few days."

"Are you talking about a few days?"

"Yes."

"Nothing else?"

"Well, it doesn't seem to be there. Apart from this, my brother only said something related to vocal music, such as vocal cord frequency and timbre identification."

"Okay, thank you."

Jiang Zewan told the company to take a day off, and told the children to go to Q City for a few days.

The contradictory rhetoric affected Lin Tingxi's judgment, even though he knew Jiang Zewan well in the past, the actions of Jiang Zewan, who is now amnesiac, are not easy to understand.

Lin Tingxi sighed, and typed in the chat box, hoping that Jiang Zewan could see it: "Contact me when you are free."

But until the end of filming, he did not receive any reply from Jiang Zewan.

The company was going crazy, Jiang Zewan's studio was locked by him early, and no one had the key.

Lin Tingxi and Zhu Dongfeng apologized, didn't go to the wrap-up banquet, and bought the fastest flight back to City C.

He almost ran wildly to the downstairs of his own community, expecting to see Jiang Zewan.

Just like that night, when he got away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, he could see the person who had occupied his heart for eight years from a distance.

Downstairs was empty.

Dragging his empty body, he walked up to the second floor, opened the door, and put down his luggage.

He sat on the floor with his back against the sofa, and after slowly taking the prayer beads, he didn't want to do anything.

He put his phone on the coffee table with the screen facing up, waiting for a message to pop up.

Waiting, waiting, the time changed from 15:35 to 19:22.

The emotions of worry, anger and fear mixed together, filling Lin Tingxi's lonely body and mind.

He put his hands on the floor, stood up, took the key and went downstairs.

He went to the supermarket to buy a bottle of beer.

When he went upstairs with the plastic bag, he saw that the voice-activated light on the first floor had just gone out.

There were footsteps above.

He looked up, and the voice stopped abruptly.

With a snap, he dropped the plastic bag on the carpet by the door.

Then he strode upstairs and ran towards Jiang Zewan.

Jiang Zewan thought he was going to be beaten.

But he was reluctant to close his eyes, and watched Lin Tingxi running towards him without moving.

In the next second, there was a thin body with a cool outside in his arms.

"...Brother." Jiang Zewan's voice was a little different, as if he had caught a cold.

Lin Tingxi buried his head in Jiang Zewan's coat and hugged him tightly. He was very scared. He felt that as long as he let go of his hand a little, Jiang Zewan would disappear again.

This is the taste of Jiang Zewan.

is warm.Has a nice laundry detergent smell.