Perfect Two

Cheng Xirong heard the sound of water first, right next to his ear, so close that he couldn't get any closer.The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, swung his arms desperately, and swam towards the light above the water.

The lack of oxygen and suffocation caused his brain to temporarily stop thinking. It was not until he got out of the water and eagerly breathed in the fresh air that his thoughts emerged along with a bunch of questions.

How did I almost drown in the water?Shouldn't I be filming on set?

Wait...filming...exploding...yes!It's an explosion scene!

The highlight of the day was the hero played by Cheng Xirong driving a car through the explosives.There was a problem with the setting of the blasting point. The blasters that were supposed to be on both sides of the road suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.The car blew out and skidded, and the subsequent changes were even greater.

Cheng Xirong was hit badly, and by the time he realized the fuel tank was leaking, it was too late—the car door was stuck, and the window control system failed.He can't get out.

He was trapped in the closed compartment, watching the flames approaching helplessly.At the last moment, he saw the expressions of many people, the new actors he had brought and taught, the field staff, and—Feng Yi.The face I am most familiar with.The face that I can see every day before I close my eyes and after I open them.

The line of sight is distorted, and that person becomes unreal.It seems that after so many years of being in love, I have never seen it clearly.

Feng Yi wants to kill himself, he can do it.On the dining table, on the bed, next to the pillow, or in the underground garage.In any place, as long as he wants to, he can do it simply and directly.In the end, he actually chose such a... tortuous and unromantic way.

Not gentle at all, totally inconsistent with his screen image.

Cheng Xirong grabbed the handrail and looked down at the reflection on the water.

The water waves swayed, and the line of sight was still distorted.But the person in front of him was not Feng Yi, nor himself.It was another one—an immature and green face.Eyebrows are clear, thin lips are pursed lightly, wet hair sticks to the face, revealing a thin and pale chin.

The body soaked in the water was thin and slender, completely incomparable with the muscles he had exercised in the gym.But at least, he is still alive, isn't he?

To live is to hope, and to be young is to hope.

Cheng Xirong lowered his head, and after a moment of silence, he could no longer restrain the smile in his throat.

What a failure!Feng Yi has calculated so many things, but he must not have calculated that he will survive in this way.If he stood in front of him again, how disappointed he would be... Those things he wanted to achieve, and what he wanted to fight for, were shattered little by little in front of him. Could he feel the pain of being burned by the fire?

Cheng Xirong laughed until his chest hurt, he gritted his teeth, and his whole body was shaking.Someone patted the shoulder suddenly, Cheng Xirong clasped the inside of the man's wrist with his backhand, pressed down with his thumb, and the man's words immediately turned into wailing in his mouth.

"Don't you know how to swim? It hurts! Pan Nanxing! Let me go!"

After Cheng Xirong threw the man to the surface of the water, he let go of his hand cooperatively and wiped the splashed water on his face.The memory of this body flooded up in an instant, and Cheng Xirong wanted to find something useful to him among the many meaningless details.

The most immediate thing was the cause of the accident: a few classmates came out to swim, and they played a prank and forced Pan Nanxing, who couldn't swim, into a deep water area, laughing and watching him suffocate in helplessness and despair.At the last moment, I took over this body and woke up from a faint to get that breath of fresh air.

And those murderers, who were used to Pan Nanxing's obsequiousness, even showed anger at Cheng Xirong's little resistance: "Hey! What do you want? It's just for fun, you actually Do you still do it?"

Cheng Xirong lowered his head and took a deep breath, igniting the little fire in his heart, then turned around, grabbed a wet head quickly and accurately, and pressed it directly below the water surface.

The man began to struggle, and large swaths of water sprayed up.Cheng Xirong turned his head, looked at the frightened young faces, and smiled kindly: "Don't be nervous, just play casually."

As a man over [-] years old, Cheng Xirong is not willing to lower his social status to care about children.Especially in recent years, he is very used to bringing newcomers, and he will unconsciously assume the attitude of an elder, which makes him even more mature and prudent.It's just that the memory fragments in my mind show that this is not the first time this scene has happened.Pan Nanxing, the doormat, was submissive and never resisted.

Pan Nanxing could bear it, but Cheng Xirong didn't want to suffer this kind of bullying again.He became famous at the age of 17, and won the first actor at the age of 21. After that, he has been sought after and respected for more than ten years.He has his own pride and does not allow others to trample on it.

It's a pity that this Pan Nanxing is not only weak in character, but also unqualified in physique. It is very difficult to control a young man in the water.Cheng Xirong let go of the man before he could break free, and climbed up the stairs holding on to the handrail.Those people immediately gathered around.Cheng Xirong's brows were slightly pressed, and his eyes swept across the faces of those young people.Their footsteps really hesitated, barely stopping in front of Cheng Xirong.

Still too tender.His body is thin, and his eyebrows and eyes are full of softness and weakness accumulated over the years.No matter how oppressive the eyes are, the sense of disobedience cannot be eliminated.

If I want to use this body to return to the entertainment industry, I can't go the way I used to.

While thinking, Cheng Xirong intermittently received the memory fragments in his mind.To his surprise, Pan Nanxing was majoring in acting.This is convenient, Cheng Xirong thought to himself, at least the former film star doesn't need to be a group performer in Hengpiao.

The memory was digested at sevens and eighty-eight, and Cheng Xirong was blocked by an arm.When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had already arrived in the locker room of the swimming pool.There was a person standing in front of him, leaning on the closet, trapped himself in a small corner.

Wheat-colored skin, wearing a pair of swimming trunks, revealing broad shoulders and narrow waist.It looks like the young man who was pushed into the water by himself.The wet hair was pulled up, exposing a broad forehead.With bright eyebrows and star eyes, handsome, tall, with a temperament of controlling the field.

Cheng Xirong thought for a while, this person is He Yiming, he took over a micro-movie just after entering school, he is already half a foot into the entertainment industry.He is very prestigious among this group of children, and he is also favored, with a bright future.

As for the short film he made... considering Cheng Xirong's status and vision in the industry, he had never heard of it.On the contrary, Pan Nanxing watched the film over and over again, leaving a deep impression on this body's head.

No, not just the head, but...the heart.

He Yiming in the film is really handsome, white shirt and jeans, sunshine and woods, bicycle and music.Youthful vigor, turning around and looking back, can make this body throb.

Cheng Xirong raised his head slightly, looked at the oppressed young man, and secretly sighed.

This is even better, this Pan Nanxing, or this body, also likes men. ##### Newcomer New Article~Thank you for your support (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

What's worse is that He Yiming knows how to use his... beauty.

Among the memories that Cheng Xirong can find, He Yiming has always been favored and proud.Pan Nanxing treats him well, so he enjoys this feeling as a matter of course.Only give Pan Nanxing a little sweetness when he has a whim.

Just like now.

He Yiming got closer and closer, his elbows were bent, and his whole body was about to be attached to Cheng Xirong's body.The dense water vapor, the naked body, the heat emitted by each other, and the breathing intertwined.He Yiming's voice was very low, breathy, and sprayed into Cheng Xirong's ear.

"Are you going to rebel today?"

A teenage child, to put it bluntly, has not even grown hair yet, and Cheng Xirong would not have even looked at it in the past.In fact, he couldn't help shivering when the breath from the opposite side swept over him, and a hot current surged in his lower abdomen.

……

What did Pan Nanxing, a good-for-nothing bastard, do to He Yiming's video! ?

Cheng Xirong had a headache.The discomfort of lack of oxygen has not passed, and the emotions are still in the fire and can't recover.The extremely urgent consequence was that he gradually became irritable and unable to control himself.

Looking at the self-righteous young man in front of him again, he felt disgusting.

This kind of boredom is also beneficial, and quickly suppressed the little impulse in his body.Cheng Xirong took a deep breath, trying to snatch control of his body and make himself behave more like himself.When He Yiming tried to continue to approach in vain, he suddenly raised his elbow and hit the corner of his mouth impartially.

He Yiming wailed, covered his mouth and took a step back.Cheng Xirong took the opportunity to escape from the prison and stood on the other side watching coldly.

He likes men.But unlike Pan Nanxing, Cheng Xirong only likes Feng Yi.Feng Yi betrayed him and touched his bottom line, then there would be no one he likes in this world.

There is no one who can make him pamper and tolerate.

This is completely different from Pan Nanxing's humble hope and desire.So much so that He Yiming was stunned for a few seconds before getting angry.When he realized this was the truth after a while, and when the anger was burning on the top of his head, the young people who followed him had already supported him with all their might.

Everyone was talking, twittering overwhelmed the noise, and the scene became chaotic, causing Cheng Xirong's headache to hurt even more.It was vaguely discernible that He Yiming was roaring, and it was nothing more than a question like "How dare you do it, kid?" There was no real harm.

Cheng Xirong felt bored and wanted to put on his own clothes and leave, cutting off contact with these bad-natured children from then on.He just took a step forward, and separated a particularly clear voice from among those voices: "Da Lin, find some ice cubes and apply it to him, don't delay the casting audition in the afternoon!"

audition?afternoon?

Cheng Xirong stopped and looked at the group of children: "What audition is this afternoon?"

The crowd on the opposite side gradually quieted down. Everyone had different expressions, most of which were mixed with sarcasm and ridicule.Led by He Yiming, the sneer and contempt all seemed to be superior.

It can be seen without thinking that Pan Nanxing was isolated by them and could not get effective information at all.

Cheng Xirong took a step forward, stretched his back, and stood up straight: "Which director's?"

He Yiming shook off the hand on his arm, and then stood up straight: "Is it useful to tell you?"

The others laughed, "Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

"As far as you look at the camera, what's the matter, don't you think you are ugly enough?"

"Don't be hot, you have heatstroke? Why don't my brothers take you to the doctor first."

Cheng Xirong ignored them and only looked at He Yiming who was in the middle: "Wang He's or Chen Jingtian?"

He Yiming was stunned for a moment, then casually said: "Neither...no, what tone are you talking about? After soaking in the water for a while, you feel that you are a wrist? Director Wang is also what you dare to think?"

Cheng Xirong licked a canine tooth with the tip of his tongue, showing a little smile: "Why don't you make a bet."

The most indispensable thing for young people is temperament and passion. A few words can start a battle, and no one is willing to admit defeat.The onlookers also became interested, waiting to see Cheng Xirong make a fool of himself, so as to find another opportunity to mock him.

He Yiming rubbed the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, took a breath, and asked, "What are you betting on?"

"Just bet on today's audition."

"Think about it, yourself—"

Cheng Xirong just looked at him, his chin raised a small arc, his eyes were calm but firm, without any wavering.

He Yiming swallowed the rest of the words, still staring at Cheng Xirong, turned his head slightly and said to the person behind him, "Send him the notice."

The boy behind him persuaded him hesitantly: "Yi Ming, he..."

"Give it to him!" He Yiming didn't move his eyes, "Pan Nanxing, it seems that you really lack self-knowledge."

Cheng Xirong shook his head, opened the cabinet, took his clothes, turned and left.He wanted to open a private room next to him, take a bath and be quiet for a while, and smooth out his thoughts.Glancing at Pan Nanxing's wallet, he had no choice but to give up.He had never worried about money, and it was only at this time that he realized that Pan Nanxing was an out-and-out poor boy.

Poor and unwilling to work hard, immersed in his own wishful thinking all day long, taking love as his life, and complaining about himself with a broken heart.This is simply a self-destruction.

Cheng Xirong remembered that when he first met Feng Yi, Feng Yi had more than respect for him, but he was not very close.Later, he took Feng Yi by the hand, taught him to find the camera, taught him to act, brought him into the group, and accompanied him step by step to the current position, so that the two of them could stand side by side.

Even if it is love, both parties should be evenly matched.Pan Nanxing is too young to understand this.

Cheng Xirong thought of having a splitting headache, so he left the swimming pool and took a taxi back to school.He used Pan Nanxing's mobile phone to read the email, and briefly browsed the audition information in the afternoon, and was a little speechless after reading it.

Director Xie Zhiying is somewhat well-known, he is good at the combination of camera, light and shadow, and he especially likes to shoot small and fresh literary films, which are very popular among young people.The media's reports on him have always been fixed on the level of "enabling newcomers". Many acting majors regard him as a stepping stone to enter the industry.

What is not known to the public is that this Xie Zhiying has a bad habit: not distinguishing between public and private, often mixing filming and life together.He has bad habits personally, so he brings those newcomers who have just entered the society to have fun.He didn't keep the door open, and if he touched him, it would be more or less black.

It is impossible to keep one's self clean in this circle, but the real black spots must not be left behind.Otherwise, if you become famous in the future, those hidden histories in the dark will be willing to be discovered by the media.

Cheng Xirong didn't expect that the first opportunity he encountered would be a rotten egg.

But even if it is a rotten egg, you have to open your mouth to eat it. #####

Cheng Xirong started filming at the age of 15. At that time, the company saw that he was young, and would send an assistant to accompany him to sleep in a double room when running announcements.At the age of 21, when he won his first actor, everyone realized that the kid who would sneak out in the middle of the night to find the game hall had grown up.

Only then did he have an independent space, and he couldn't wait to enjoy this freedom.Even after living together with Feng Yi, his sense of territory is still very strong.After moving several times, there will always be a space that belongs to him in the house.

Now returning to the collective life as Pan Nanxing, everything is back to the original point, and he wants to start from here.Cheng Xirong looked at the person in the mirror, and finally had the opportunity to take a good look at this skin, the only capital he held in his hands.

The long-term forbearance and avoidance made the young man's brows full of cowardice.The body is weak and thin, and the aura of the whole person has been weakened.Facing the camera, it is easy to be suppressed.Because of this, he screwed up the few audition opportunities he had before.

Fortunately, you can also swipe your face card.Cheng Xirong had to admit that this face was much more delicate than his original face.

Delicate is the most accurate.Slapped face, chin tightened and slightly tilted, jawline smooth, this is the most photogenic face shape.It also has big eyes and thin lips, a straight nose bridge, the proportions of the three courts and five eyes are very perfect, and the plasticity is particularly strong.

Behind the weakness is such a face.At first glance, it seems that there is nothing special about it, but Yiming's sunny and healthy spirit is intuitive and obvious.But after tasting it carefully, I feel that he can dress up any characteristics.

The aura needs to be cultivated, and after a certain level of experience and experience, it can be integrated into a natural one.On the contrary, such things as appearance are a gift from God, at least there is no need for plastic surgery to make your face stiff.Cheng Xirong is quite satisfied with the current situation.

After taking a shower, time is running out.The casting audition borrowed the auditorium of the school. When Cheng Xirong arrived, several groups of people had already gathered inside, chatting together.

The background of Xie Zhiying's drama is the Academy of Film and Television. It tells about five students with different personalities. When they first entered the entertainment industry, each of them chose a different path. In the end, they parted ways and embarked on different lives.

This kind of setting is placed on the students, and the sense of substitution is quite strong.But when Cheng Xirong made his last movie, he was already 37 years old, and he was still in his early years after ten years of transition.Occasionally pick up a school drama seasoning, and also act as the teacher of the students.

His appearance doesn't look old, he has been exercising and taking care of himself, but there are only a few wrinkles around his eyes.But after more than 20 years of ups and downs in the entertainment industry, after the state of mind has risen to a certain height, it is difficult to fall back to the original state.Going back to play a student in his early twenties now requires a lot of adjustments.

Cheng Xirong found a corner and sat down, thinking about the few words in the email, and began to extend.With professional inertia, he can see more information and more in-depth information from those few brief introductions.He closed his eyes and tried to put himself in the mood.

A voice in his ear interrupted his thoughts.

"Don't talk about it, I cried all night yesterday. You can see that my eyes are still swollen. It will affect the audition effect later!"

"It's so unexpected... Do you think it's true? That's Cheng Xirong! How could something happen to him?"

"The director said that the stand-in actor was uncomfortable, so he did it himself. Feng Yi also acquiesced to this statement."

"Speaking of Feng Yi, have you looked at the recent photos posted by the entertainment website? The whole person is haggard, and he looks ten years older!"

"How can it be good? I read a report that the car exploded and burned so badly that no one dared to go forward. It was Feng Yi who dragged him out on the fire. No one was angry, and Feng Yi was crazy. If you don't let go, you won't be able to stop it. That's true, the sky is about to collapse."

"That's for sure. We have been in love for so many years, almost ten years, right? He has always doted on Cheng Xirong so much, and treats Boss Cheng as his sweetheart. Now... oh..."

……

Cheng Xirong's forehead twitched, as if a needle had been pricked in his brain, it hurt.He swallowed, and sat still, listening to those people talking about the things between himself and Feng Yi, like a real bystander.

It wasn't until Xie Zhiying came in with his assistant that the students stopped talking and gathered in front.When Cheng Xirong stood up, he swayed a bit, barely stabilized his body, and took a deep breath while standing still.He Yiming also just came in, looking at him across two rows of seats, with a sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "Chicken, go back to sleep as soon as possible."

Cheng Xirong ignored him and walked straight past him without squinting.He Yiming was obviously annoyed by this attitude of ignorance, he followed two steps, walked behind Cheng Xirong, bent down and said in a low voice: "You'd better think about it, if you can't choose, you have to kneel down Bring me tea, or—”

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Xirong was already standing in front of another student, who turned his head and said, "Yi Ming, did you just come?"

He Yiming: "..."

The teachers in the department organized and divided the students into six groups, with five people in each group, standing in a row.Xie Zhiying sat down in the first row, nodded and signaled that it was time to start.His assistant issued some very simple instructions for the students to express the most basic emotions.

Cheng Xirong was in the fifth group. He watched the performance of the 20 people in front and shook his head secretly.Xie Zhiying's expression was also not happy. When it was the turn of the fifth group to step forward, he was faintly impatient.

Cheng Xirong closed his eyes and let out a breath, then opened his eyes and stared straight ahead calmly.

The assistant said, "You've attended your ex-girlfriend's or ex-boyfriend's wedding."

Cheng Xirong turned around and waited for a while with his back to Xie Zhiying.Three seconds later, he turned back.

His face remained calm.There was a little smile on the corner of the mouth, but it was tight, and there was no change in the blink of an eye.His right eye was bright, dizzy with tears, suppressing that smile.He paused on the spot, his back straightened, his limbs showed a sense of stiffness, and he took two steps forward before the tear fell.

The whole process was silent, eyes wide open, only tears slid down the face.

The assistant was stunned for a moment, Xie Zhiying took over the conversation, and continued: "Get the offer!"

Cheng Xirong wiped away the tears on his face with his thumb, exhaled, and his whole state returned to normal.

He made a gesture of reaching out to pick something up, then looked down at his palm.It took a full ten seconds before he raised his head, pursed his lower lip, and looked down again.This time he watched for a long time, rubbed his feet lightly while watching, tilted his head slightly, and his facial expression was displayed in front of Xie Zhiying.

He bit his lower lip with his canine teeth, pursed his lips, and raised a restrained smile.His eyebrows were curved, his eyeballs rolled around, and he glanced at the surrounding scene, then his eyes fell on the palm of his hand again.Then he showed a hearty smile.

Innocent, with a little smug cunning.

Xie Zhiying stood up excitedly and shouted: "Come here! That little guy in the white shirt, come here!" #####

Xie Zhiying acted too excited, and even lost his composure, which surprised the people around him, who followed his fingers to look over.This was completely within Cheng Xirong's expectation, so he stood calmly on the spot and accepted the scrutiny of those people, his attitude flustered.

The department teacher looked back in disbelief, and called suspiciously: "Pan Nanxing? This... Director Xie, is there something wrong?"

Xie Zhiying slapped his forehead and stomped his feet: "The problem is serious! Little classmate, what is your name... Come here, come here."

Cheng Xirong went over, and Xie Zhiying directly took his hand and pushed him to the seat in the first row: "You sit down first, and we'll talk about it in detail after you finish choosing other people."

This was said lightly, everyone present heard it, and everyone's expressions were brilliant.The general casting audition will go through at least two rounds, and if there are more, it may take three to four times to inspect and adjust the actors.If it is a newcomer in the school, there will be a long period of running-in.It was only two emotional expressions just now, and in less than 5 minutes, a quota was reserved?

Is it still Pan Nanxing, the chick who gets nervous when he sees the camera?

How can it be!If it is He Yiming, everyone is still willing to believe it.This Pan Nanxing really can't accept it!

Even the department teacher hesitated, walked quickly to Xie Zhiying's side, lowered his voice and asked, "Director Xie, Xiao Pan, is it settled?"

Xie Zhiying rubbed her hands, her face blushing: "That's him!"

"No, didn't you just say there was a problem?"

Xie Zhiying patted Cheng Xirong's shoulder across the armrest of the seat: "I'm worried now, I'm using the words of a newcomer, and I won't be able to play with Xiao Pan."

The faces of the rest of the people were even uglier.Cheng Xirong found He Yiming's direction, raised his chin slightly, and raised the corners of his eyes.He Yiming's hands were clenched into fists, and his knuckles were bluish white, which showed his inner mania.

In fact, Cheng Xirong was not too satisfied with the result.After all, what he is using now is not his own body, so many body language and subtle expressions on the face will be a bit powerless.The lens effect was far from what he wanted.

It was enough to fool the people present.

Cheng Xirong's shoulders hurt from being patted, he looked away, adjusted his sitting posture slightly, raised his head and smiled at the department teacher.A smile with a bit of shyness and embarrassment, a little weak, but the kind that is so weak that it makes people feel distressed.In this way, it is not easy to blame, and the words of the teacher in the department circled around his mouth, adding other flavors: "I am a little worried about Xiao Pan's health, and I am afraid that if he joins the group, he will not be able to bear it. But Director Xie is optimistic about him. It's his good fortune."

Xie Zhiying showed a difference, and looked back at Cheng Xirong: "What? What's wrong with your body?"

The department teacher is paving the way for the people behind...

Still smiling slightly, Cheng Xirong said in a low voice, "I've had surgery before, but it's not a problem now. Oh yes, if you take off your clothes, the scar may affect the camera."

Xie Zhiying laughed "haha": "Do you dare to take it off?"

"Service camera. I'm afraid that Director Xie will not like my ribs."

Xie Zhiying pointed him in the air with his index finger, smacked his lips and said to the department teacher: "Look at this kid, how can it be said that a student can say it? I would believe him if he is an old fritter in the circle!"

The teacher of the department joked: "The students in this field are more spiritual than the previous students, and there are several very good seedlings. Xiao Pan is one, and there are a few who have participated in the performance over there."

The audition was able to continue.Cheng Xirong sat next to Director Xie with peace of mind, thinking about everyone's body and expression.Seeing He Yiming's performance, he secretly gave a little stingy praise.

From a professional point of view, He Yiming does have crazy capital.His performance is obviously different from the classmates around him. He has tension and a strong sense of rendering. He is "prominent" when facing the camera and is easy to be caught.This is a personality factor based on talent. In the early stages of acting, one can easily overwhelm people of the same level, and it is easier to stand out.

When Cheng Xirong entered the entertainment industry, he followed the same path.

Xie Zhiying also concentrated after seeing He Yiming, singled out him, and asked him to wait aside.After a round of walking down, four people were selected.Cheng Xirong was still sitting next to Xie Zhiying to enjoy the privilege, and the other three simulated several scenarios, and finally He Yiming was the only one left.

Several people who were favored were not selected. The department teacher forced a smile and said casually: "When will Director Xie need a group performance, just let me know."

Xie Zhiying said politely: "Actually, there are a few people who are okay, but compared with Xiao Pan, they are still a bit far behind."

He only praised Pan Nanxing, and He Yiming was still standing beside him, so he was not picked up.The department teacher took a meaningful look at He Yiming.He Yiming's eyes turned cold, and he patted Pan Nanxing's back unobtrusively: "I didn't see it before! Nan Xing, you are hiding your strength!"

Cheng Xirong returned him a complete disregard.

Taking advantage of Xie Zhiying's turn to talk to his assistant, He Yiming hooked Cheng Xirong's neck and brought him to his side.He Yiming was tall and burly. Standing behind Cheng Xirong, he bent down a little and just put his head on Cheng Xirong's neck: "Are you good at playing? Do you usually play with us?"

Cheng Xirong was strangled until he couldn't breathe, and his hot, sticky breath was sprayed behind his ears, making him feel uncomfortable and awkward.He struggled and twisted his body, but was immediately suppressed by He Yiming, so he had no choice but to raise his hand to grab He Yiming's arm.

The two stalemate for a moment, Xie Zhiying has turned back, and said with a smile on his face: "You two brothers have a very good relationship!"

He Yiming nodded: "Student, we went swimming together this morning."

Cheng Xirong added: "I also made a bet."

He could feel the elbows in front of his neck retracted, and He Yiming let go of his hands stiffly before he stuck himself to suffocation.Cheng Xirong took a breath of fresh air, rubbed his chest, looked up at He Yiming: "And you lost."

He Yiming waved his hand irritably: "I know, I know! Tell me what you want."

Cheng Xirong: "Just admit that you lost."

He Yiming refused to give up: "I admit defeat, and I accept punishment. Don't take Joe, just say what conditions you want."

Cheng Xirong really didn't want to take Joe, he really didn't bother to ask for bargaining chips with teenage students.Besides, he said something now, can He Yiming get it?He is used to big scenes, food and clothing are always the best, and he is not on the same level as a student.

He Yiming nodded without waiting for a response, "Okay, I owe you once, and you can tell me whenever you want it. Thank you for your testimony."

What are you doing in this kind of place so keeping your promises... Can't you erect this spine and keep it upright before you push people into the water?

Cheng Xirong dropped the sentence "Follow you" and turned to talk about biographies with Xie Zhiying, who was watching the fun.After saying a few words, the assistant answered the phone, called Xie Zhiying from behind, and handed over the phone while covering the receiver.

Xie Zhiying frowned when he heard the other party talking. After hanging up the phone, he said, "Tomorrow I will bring the biography and the non-disclosure agreement. Take a look and think about it before signing the contract. I have something to do right now, so let's go first." step."

Without saying a word, he left in a hurry.The assistant followed closely and asked in a low voice, "What about the memorial service?"

The voice fell lightly into Cheng Xirong's ears, he squeezed a corner, and exhaled slowly.

I wonder how many people in this world can attend his memorial service? #####

The results of the audition spread quickly. Some people were bitter, some were unwilling, and some wanted He Yiming to go out to celebrate.He Yiming pushed back all the dinners and followed Cheng Xirong back and forth: "What's the matter with you? You are too scheming, and you waited until the big director came to show it. I can't tell, you are this kind of people!"

Cheng Xirong's nerves had been strained all day to the limit, and he was almost broken by the hammer of the word "memorial service". He could only feel the buzzing in his ears, and he couldn't hear the words clearly.

However, He Yiming is particularly difficult to deal with. He has a unique... ego, and he doesn't care about the occasion when doing things, but depends on his mood.If he wanted to pester him, Cheng Xirong couldn't even shake him off.He waited until Cheng Xirong returned to the dormitory and silently buried his head under the pillow before he walked away bored.

The surroundings became quiet, the hot and dry air stagnant and heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

Cheng Xirong didn't feel sleepy at all.As long as he closes his eyes, he can see the flames approaching him, and the pain will sweep over him.Those betrayals, those injuries, were all nakedly displayed in his mind, and there was nowhere to hide.He lay down for a long time, and it was already night outside, before he finally made the first call with Pan Nanxing's mobile phone.

Dial to yourself.

The receiver rang twice, and someone picked it up with a "Hello".The voice was hoarse and tearing, with a strong sense of burnout, but the pitch was raised due to excitement, and the breath was unstable.

It's... Feng Yi.

After listening to the voice for more than ten years, I can no longer be familiar with it.It was only a day later, and there was a trace of unfamiliarity.Cheng Xirong's throat choked and he couldn't make a sound.

Feng Yi repeatedly asked: "Who? Please speak. Are you looking for Cheng Xirong?"

Cheng Xirong cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Mr. Feng...?"

"I am. Who are you?"

"Hello, I'm a student funded by Teacher Cheng. My name is Pan Nanxing."

Feng Yi paused, probably thinking about when Cheng Xirong did this kind of charity.Cheng Xirong only has the patience to teach newcomers on the set, and he can persist in doing the same thing over and over again, no matter how impatient he is.Normally, he has a temper of firecrackers at all, and he doesn't want to wait for a cup of coffee. He also takes money out for charity, and leaves the rest to his assistant or Feng Yi.

Feng Yi couldn't remember when he had such a sponsorship, and asked, "Why do you have his personal phone number?"

Cheng Xirong has two telephones.This number is purely for personal contact. Only family members and three or five close friends outside the circle know it, and assistants are not allowed to touch it.

Cheng Xirong held a corner of the pillow, and replied seriously: "Ms. Cheng gave it to me, and said that if you have something to do, you can call him directly."

There was the sound of liquid pouring from Feng Yi's side. He took a sip and asked vaguely, "When did he...then what's the matter with you?"

"No, it's fine. I saw the news that Mr. Cheng had an accident...Can I go and see Mr. Cheng?"

There was the sound of someone tripping over something, as the glass fell to the wooden floor.Feng Yi was in a mess, and he said after a long time: "No. He won't want you, you, uh, no matter who it is, he won't let others see him. You don't know that he usually carries A small mirror is installed in the costume to see if the lighting is good or not, and if it looks good... Don't come, don't come. He doesn't look good like that."

In this tone, he was drunk.Cheng Xirong suppressed a groan, restraining his desire to ask.How much he drank, who he drank with, and what state he was in now had nothing to do with him.I am Pan Nanxing, a stranger, and I don't understand his speech habits.

It shouldn't be understood anymore.

Everything about him, except for the pain and betrayal he once brought, has nothing to do with him.

Cheng Xirong changed his tone, his voice tightened, his sadness seemed real or fake: "I want to see off Teacher Cheng. He—"

Before he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

Cheng Xirong stared at the phone screen in silence for 2 minutes, changed his clothes and went out.In the four-person dormitory, the other three people are not there, and the room is quiet and quiet, which is getting more and more strange.Cheng Xirong hailed a car at the side door, gave the address, leaned back in his chair and looked at the reflection outside the window, and did not intend to talk to the driver.

The school is in the western suburbs, and he is going to Ocean City in the eastern district.He just bought the villa there last year, and the two adjacent ones were opened up and redecorated, which took more than half a year.He and Feng Yi had just moved in this spring, and before the house became popular, they saw evidence of Feng Yi's cheating.

He never returned home after that.

Tonight is the first time.

The car was stopped outside the community, turned around and left.The security guard looked at Cheng Xirong nervously and asked about his background.Cheng Xirong tightened the strap of his backpack and said, "I just talked to Mr. Feng from B7. He told me that the access code is 001002."

The security guard tried the password and it was correct, and asked him to register with his ID card, and sent a young and strong security guard to follow him before letting him in.Cheng Xirong walked on the winding path for 10 minutes, and when he saw the small garden, he already had some palpitations.He hadn't eaten all day, relying entirely on his tense spirit for support, and by this time, he was at the end of his strength.

The first door has no lock and can be pushed open directly.Walking through the garden to the entrance, he entered the password, and the door opened.He looked back, and the security guard made sure that he was not a reporter who was secretly taking pictures, so he turned and walked away.

The orange light in the porch was on, but it was dark inside, only the moonlight came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the other side.The shadows intertwine, and Feng Yi can be seen lying on the sofa, buried among a pile of pillows.A corner of the shirt slipped out of the trousers, crumpled up.The hems of the trousers brushed above the ankles, revealing black socks.

On the floor lay a half-bottle of brandy, the liquid spilling out and spreading across the floor.The wine glass was tilted on the sofa, and a small piece was also soaked.

Feng Yi, who has always been decent and considerate, sometimes looks like this?Is it too exciting to finally get rid of me?

Cheng Xirong wanted to laugh, but his breathing became urgent.The oppression in his chest became more and more serious, so that he tried his best to maintain a calm surface, unable to make any expressions.

Feng Yi changed his sleeping position, his feet fell off the sofa, and he woke up with a shock.He touched the glass above his head first, and stopped as soon as his fingers touched the glass, squinting at Cheng Xirong.

The two looked at each other in the deserted moonlight.

Feng Yi got up on the ground with hands and feet, staggered and stood on the ground, took a step forward, and muttered: "Xirong? You're back?"

Cheng Xirong took a step aside, his gaze colder than the moonlight.

Feng Yi rushed to nothing, and his knee hit the floor, making a loud noise.He knelt on the spot for a moment, with his head down, exposing a section of his neck, as if it was about to break.After a long time, he wobbled to his feet and stood up, shaking his head: "No Xirong. Xirong won't come back—then, who are you?" #####

Alcohol caused troubles, Feng Yi was not too sober, and his guard was much lowered.He staggered back to the sofa, passing the overturned bottle