Perfect Two

The little tricks in rendering were obviously taught to him by someone.But his facial expression was just too out of character.

In a state of perfect lines, eyes and acting, the expression is always stiff.It was so incongruous that it was hard to get used to.

I thought I found a more reliable follower, and it would be easier to do things with his feelings for me.Now it seems that I think it is too simple...

When filming resumed, Cheng Xirong let out a sigh of relief, not to look at Fu Zhou's "gentleman's legs", and let himself get into the mood as soon as possible.

Bed No. [-] has no expression all the time, his eyes are empty and wandering, and he is out of shape.His tongue was injured and it was difficult for him to speak.He also doesn't want to have any communication with the outside world at all.Fu Zhou grabbed his clothes and lifted him up.Cheng Xirong's shoulders were stretched, and his arms fell on the bed, completely lifeless appendages.

Fu Zhou came close to him, the distance between the two of them suddenly narrowed, and their breaths were intertwined.It was hot and humid, and the skin on the face became numb.Fu Zhou's light-colored pupils magnify in front of his eyes, and the irises can be seen in them. In the blink of an eye, it looks like a scene of gorgeous starry sky.

Cheng Xirong's heart beat violently, and his expression was slightly painful.After breaking the dead silence of the past few days, despair emerged, and the tip of the iceberg was first seen.

But Fu Zhou couldn't see those.He was angry, and even hated this self-defeating young boy, accusing him with all kinds of evil words: "This earth is not made for you! You think you can influence this world by asking for death? What kind of attention do you want? You What comfort do you want from others?"

Cheng Xirong's eyeballs moved, and they turned a very slight arc in the direction of Fu Zhou.It was like a stiff machine trying to start, but it was stained by years of rust, making it difficult to break through.

Anger was amplified by bed number two's indifference.Fu Zhou threw him back and bent over to stare at him: "Don't take yourself too seriously. You're dead, and the world will remain the same. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the moon waxes and wanes. There won't be any changes. You won't affect Nothing in this world."

"I've given you the medicine. If you want to die, just take it."

Fu Zhou turned around and left.Cheng Xirong collapsed on the bed sideways, moved his fingers, and tried hard in that direction, but was finally restrained by his body, unable to approach.

"Okay! Take it!" Su Minglin stood up excitedly, "You two can do it! You can also add scenes yourself! It's great to play on the spot!"

"Eh? Is there?" Cheng Zi turned the script back and read it carefully, only to find that Cheng Xirong's emotions were very different from the description in the literary script from the time Fu Zhou started.

In this scene, bed No. [-] should carry the silence through.The male protagonist said a lot, but he didn't respond, he didn't show any expression, and the silence continued beyond the screen.No one knows whether he took the drug, but there are only two possibilities for this open ending: he kills himself, or he lingers on like a broken doll.

But facing Fu Zhou's angry questioning, he couldn't bear the pain and despair, and inadvertently showed a little struggle.This is a small change, but the visual effect presented is completely different.

The fate of bed number two thus turned to another possibility: he was probably dead anyway.He can't see the hope of life at all, he suffers, he suppresses, and he seeks relief.

But if he hadn't died... Emerging from this sharp and protruding mood, he breathed another kind of air, then his life would develop towards another extreme: positive.Reborn from the ashes, he will live again.

The opposition of film and television effects suddenly appeared, and the dramatic conflict was more profound, making it difficult to ignore.Which ending you want depends entirely on the audience's inner expectations.

Cheng Zi looked up at Cheng Xirong.The makeup on his sick face was very heavy, making him look paler, his lips were bloodless, and his eyes were blue.He is a thin and thin boy. He is tired and a little bit powerless after just shooting for a whole day.But this man—

The eyes are bright.

Cheng Zi's heart trembled slightly, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, trying to stay calm.

Su Minglin called Cheng Zi: "What are you in a daze for? Come and help arrange the location!"

"Ah? Oh! Come right away!"

Cheng Zi picked up a lighting board, and when passing by the No. [-] hospital bed, bit his lip and hesitated, ran to Cheng Xirong and asked, "How did you think of handling it like this?"

"Huh?" Cheng Xirong took a mouthful of water, his cheeks were bulging, and his eyes were wide open.He swallowed the saliva before continuing to speak: "What?"

"How did you think of changing his mood in that scene just now?"

"I haven't changed it. It's written in the script."

Cheng Zi was surprised: "How could it be!? I also watched that part, it's not like that at all!"

"That's because you didn't understand."

With a blow to the head, Cheng Zi was a little confused: "The script, why can't I understand it?"

Cheng Xirong put the water glass back: "You think you understand it. You just understand those Chinese characters."

Cheng Zi threw the light board on another bed, and took two steps forward: "Tell me, this way of handling...I dare say, everyone in this room thinks you have changed it. Even Lin Brothers say you are improvising. Tell me, okay?"

Cheng Xirong laughed and narrowed his eyes a little: "Give me a part-time job. I promise I will, and I will teach you everything."

Cheng Zi nodded immediately: "OK!"

This is a bit too straightforward...

Cheng Xirong was rather speechless: "Don't you ask me what I am doing? Are you afraid that I will sell you?"

"You are not a trafficker."

The heart is also big enough.Cheng Xirong still patiently told her about his idea of ​​setting up a studio, and also made it clear that this is a completely new start-up business without any accumulation. If you sign a contract, you need to bear certain risks.

Cheng Zi agreed heartily: "Can you sign for a shorter time?"

"At least three years."

"can!"

68

When Fu Zhou came down to pick up things, Cheng Xirong called him to stop him and expressed his feelings.Both of them originally wanted to recruit Su Minglin first, and if Fu Zhou wanted to film a movie, he needed a capable assistant first.Unexpectedly, Chengzi was the better one to conquer, so he boarded the boat in a few words and rushed to catch up.

Cheng Xirong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he stepped back and leaned against the head of the bed to rest, and handed over the scene to Fu Zhou.

Cheng Zi stared at Fu Zhou expectantly.

Fu Zhou was silent for a long time, and then said, "Oh, that's fine."

Orange: "Okay! When will the contract be signed!?"

Cheng Xirong kicked Fu Zhou: "What's the point? Chengzi is a junior at the beginning of school? Don't make a decision in such a hurry. You go back and think it through, and discuss it with your parents."

Chengzi is quite eager: "I said it, there is no need to discuss it. They support me, no matter what."

"Shouldn't the school also say something? Can juniors sign a job?"

Fu Zhou interjected: "It's not so strict now. You can go out and accept plays in your sophomore year. The contract is a bit troublesome, but there is a lot of room for manipulation."

The orange chick nodded like pecking rice: "Yes! No problem! Don't worry, little boss, there will be no disputes! You will cause trouble for you! But speaking of it, you were not allowed to film when you were studying?"

Cheng Xirong: "Freshmen and sophomores are strictly prohibited from filming, even advertisements and prints are not allowed."

Chengzi let out a long sigh, thankful that he was born a few years late and caught up with the era of freedom.Cheng Xirong just turned his head, met Fu Zhou's eyes when he looked at him, and felt a chill down his back: "What do you mean?"

Fu Zhou asked coolly, "You know the school rules before?"

It's smooth again...

Cheng Xirong explained solemnly: "I heard it from others."

Fu Zhou wanted to keep pestering him, "Cheng Xirong?"

"Yes. He started filming when he was in high school, and it was a special case when he went to university. He said it himself, the school had nothing to do with him, so they had to open the back door for him. There was no need to attend classes, and the exams were opened separately. Many classmates were jealous." Cheng Xirong After a pause, he raised his voice, "I said, do you want to listen to the story of the grain pile now?"

Cheng Zi was next to him, with an envious expression on his face: "You really know Boss Cheng very well! That's great, I want to be so familiar with the actor!"

Cheng Xirong looked sideways at the right time, and talked to Cheng Zi: "Why, send you down?"

Cheng Zi slapped him: "Bah, bah, bah! What nonsense! It's so unlucky!"

Cheng Xirong hid for a while, smiled, and said nothing.

Chengzi held his heart and sighed: "But I can try to work hard on Feng Yi. Maybe I can get to know him well."

Cheng Xirong glanced over lightly, and his joking tone faded: "He's 39 this year, calculate how many years you have left."

Su Minglin ran in: "I said, everyone, let you set up the exterior scene and chat here? Where are the lamps? Where are the boards?"

The joke was interrupted, before Fu Zhou went to get busy, he took another look at Cheng Xirong, which was very deep and meaningful.Cheng Xirong felt his hair trembling at the sight of him, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

This guy, didn't he think of something?

The last scene went very well. After one pass, I changed the camera and went through it again. Today I call it a day.After the filming of the second bed scene, Cheng Xirong was a little uncertain, so he told Fu Zhou on the way back.

"I suddenly thought, for this role, am I using too much force?"

Fu Zhou drove the car, "Huh?", and waited for him to continue.

"The second bed was originally a small supporting role, a prop to enhance the atmosphere of the ward, and it should be a background board. But after acting like this, it will be too brilliant. It will steal the limelight."

Fu Zhou didn't care: "Stealing is also stealing your own limelight."

"I'm telling you the truth."

Fu Zhou glanced over him with squinted eyes, and stared at the road calmly: "I haven't heard anyone praise that his role is too brilliant, so direct."

"I'm confident enough, okay?" Cheng Xirong said to him, "Have you watched it? Do you feel this way? Is it because your acting skills are too good?"

"It doesn't feel like it. But I remember that Cheng Xirong likes to praise himself like this."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Just when there was a red light, Fu Zhou stopped, turned his head and stared at him: "Is this also the influence of life?"

Cheng Xirong looked straight back and raised his head slightly: "What? Do you have an opinion?"

Fu Zhou didn't speak.

Cheng Xirong: "Or, are you jealous?"

Fu Zhou shifted gears and stepped on the clutch: "I've been jealous of you for more than a day or two."

Cheng Xirong also squinted his eyes like him, took a breath, grinned and asked, "I'm curious, why are you so familiar with him?"

This time Fu Zhou kept his mouth shut, with a serious expression, and remained silent all the way.

Cheng Xirong asked: "Tell me honestly, are you an illegitimate child?"

Fu Zhou turned on the radio silently and turned up the volume.Cheng Xirong finished his chatter, and happily leaned on the back of his chair to watch the receding night scene outside the window.No one spoke, and the anchor's voice on the radio was soft and gentle, which made people's eyelids get heavier and heavier, and Cheng Xirong wanted to doze off in a daze.

The air conditioner was very cool, Cheng Xirong arched to the side, and curled up with his arms.He vaguely felt that Fu Zhou was getting closer to this side, and stretched out his hand to turn off the fan blade on the right.The temperature was just right, Cheng Xirong closed his eyes, and asked vaguely, "Are you hot?"

Fu Zhou said in a muffled voice, "It's not hot."

Cheng Xirong rubbed against the back of the chair, and said casually, "Be patient when it's hot."

silence...

When he got home, Cheng Xirong had already slept and felt refreshed.After taking a shower, he stopped Fu Zhou and asked about Wang Jingxian.

The corners of Fu Zhou's mouth twitched twice: "You have finished taking a shower."

"Yes. Just finished washing."

Fu Zhou emphasized: "I haven't washed it yet."

Cheng Xirong said solemnly: "You take a shower later. The bathroom is wet, you can go in after it dries."

Fu Zhou: "???"

After questioning for a long time, Fu Zhou took a bath towel and sat down on the ponytail in the living room, reporting one by one: "I have contacted Wang Jingxian. She is busy these days, call me back tomorrow."

"I don't think she's busy... She has to weigh whether Feng Yi can lose it."

Fu Zhou: "But it's [-]% possible. I'll contact her daughter again."

Cheng Xirong put a question mark on his head: "Her daughter? Didn't she just enter junior high school? You don't even let children go?"

Fu Zhou: "It's just WeChat. She is in the second year of junior high school. Last year, she fell in love with photography and used to play with my equipment." After a pause, Fu Zhou added: "One lens broke while playing. Well, my favorite A shot of the

Cheng Xirong: "...I feel sorry for you."

Thinking about it now, Fu Zhou was still sad, covered his face in silence for a while, and then sighed: "She wrote me an IOU, and paid 200 yuan for me one time."

Cheng Xirong became curious: "Have you used it?"

Fu Zhou was even more distressed: "She forced me to use it a few times."

"What are you doing?"

"For example, she abducted me after school and gave me a piece of chewing gum that I don't want to eat, and deduct it once."

Cheng Xirong: "...Let's talk about the newcomer award."

69

When it came to the Newcomer Award, Fu Zhou's eyes fell and became much more serious.Cheng Xirong actually developed a tacit understanding, and he knew that things were bad by looking at his expression.

Cheng Xirong asked, "Did Xingchen intervene?"

"I don't know Xingchen's attitude. But Feng Yi is working on this matter now."

"Sure?"

Fu Zhou nodded: "I asked the tutor of the graduate student. The school's leaders attached great importance to this matter, and it was handled in a completely open manner. There was no room for secret operations. Feng Yi directly intervened."

Cheng Xirong twisted his fingers slowly: "Of course it should be put on the bright side, it's not something shameful."

"Yes. He also took a large sum of money out of his own pocket to sponsor this award. Now the leaders are laughing from ear to ear, and they all praise him."

Cheng Xirong felt a little bored when he heard it, and he was silent for a while before continuing to ask, "How much did he take?"

"It's the same as Cheng Xirong." Fu Zhou took out a cigarette, put it to his mouth, and then took it back, "He said that this is not Cheng Xirong's business alone. Make a copy of the same."

It's really a thought-provoking sentence, as if all the changes in the middle didn't exist, he is still the envied partner of Cheng Xirong.A will has already expressed his attitude, but he can still pull his face and post it by himself.This kind of nonchalant attitude is really... impressive.

Cheng Xirong became bored and began to feel restless.

Fu Zhou asked, "Can I go take a shower?"

Cheng Xirong let out a "hmm" and went back to the bedroom to sleep.When Fu Zhou came back from the shower, he lay down on the bed with wet hair, and Cheng Xirong pushed him: "Wipe the water off your hair."

Fu Zhou flicked his hair: "It's been wiped."

"How wet it looks, you blow it away."

There is no such thing as a hair dryer in Fu Zhou's house. He sat by the bed and rubbed his hair twice with a bath towel, but it was only not dripping, and it was far from dry.

Cheng Xirong was lying on his back, staring at the back of his neck: "Why do you have such long hair?"

Fu Zhou responded casually: "Personal preference."

Cheng Xirong rolled over here and took a closer look at his hair: "Thanks to your straight hair, otherwise with this hairstyle, you will become a scavenger in minutes."

Fu Zhou threw the towel on the back of the chair, pushed Cheng Xirong's shoulders and thighs, and rolled him back.Fu Zhou lay down on the bed: "You are not tired today, are you?"

Cheng Xirong kept the posture of stopping, lying on the bedside: "I'm tired. My heart is even more tired. I originally wanted to get money from this rookie award. Now that Feng Yi is also involved, do you think we still have fun? "

Fu Zhou: "What are you afraid of? If the work is good, who else can say 'no'?"

Cheng Xirong sighed: "Silly boy...it's not a question of whether the work is not the work."

Fu Zhou turned his head and looked at Cheng Xirong under the pillow: "Whose child are you calling?"

Cheng Xirong pretended not to hear, changed the topic and continued: "You should be able to understand that it is very difficult for us to win the newcomer award. Don't look at me like that, think about it, my identity is here, they are giving it to me. Should I award it or not?"

Fu Zhou paused for breath: "If you don't give it, it's impossible in terms of the work. But if you give it to you, there will be criticism."

"You are not stupid."

Fu Zhou was speechless: "You are the one talking nonsense, okay?"

Cheng Xirong turned over and lay on his side with a pillow: "I have to see Feng Yi again."

After a long time, Fu Zhou whispered, "If you don't want to go, don't force yourself."

Cheng Xirong was about to fall asleep, so he responded indiscriminately, not knowing what it meant.

On the second day, Cheng Xirong wore a wig and painted gender-transforming makeup, and was being teased by Cheng Zi and praised by Su Minglin.Fu Zhou called and said that he had made an appointment with Wang Jingxian to have dinner together in the evening.Fu Zhou stopped in the middle of his speech and asked, "What are you doing over there? There's such a big commotion?"

Cheng Xirong pushed Chengzi away, went to the window to talk on the phone: "I just finished my makeup, Chengzi and the others are having fun."

Fu Zhou: "I want to see it."

Cheng Xirong: "...Are you acting like a baby?"

Fu Zhou: "...I'll just hang up if I have nothing to do, and I'll pick you up at night."

Cheng Xirong is always good at dealing with Fu Zhou.He has almost figured out the temper of this silly big guy with facial paralysis, and figured out his point, as long as he prescribes the right medicine.To put it bluntly, he is still a bit shy big boy, honest and straightforward, but besides being straightforward, he is still a little shy.

Cheng Xirong has been in the industry since he was a child, and after so many years in the industry, he has long since become a veteran.Against someone like Fu Zhou, he has the upper hand.

The day of filming did not go well.Cheng Xirong wants to concentrate on the role of the nurse Xiaoyan, but this role does not match his gender after all. Even if he can handle his emotions well, some small movements and micro-expressions are still not good enough.

Cheng Xirong has never acted in a female role before, at most he was filming urban idol dramas in the early years. For the comedy effect, he appeared in women's clothing.All the scenes add up to no more than 2 minutes, and they are still played as men.

Suddenly wanting to play a real woman, there is still a big gap between him and himself.The most symbolic emotions and demeanor of women, he can do it with concentrated exercise.But continuous and dynamic performance requires long-term imitation.

Pan Nanxing's appearance is very suitable for playing women's clothing. She is thin and fair, and she can get close with a little modification.But Cheng Xirong's style of conduct is too tough, and after being deliberately weakened, he is still too tough, without the tenderness and tenderness of a woman.

At the end of the day, Su Minglin was also a little impatient.He suppressed his uneasiness and comforted Cheng Xirong: "Don't worry, you can read the script again. Tomorrow, we will start shooting the scenes of a few of them."

Cheng Xirong took off the wig and threw it to Nana: "Start filming with the third male classmate. The scene is light. If it is quick, it can be done in a week."

Su Minglin nodded: "I'll go back and adjust the plan. Male student, are you sure there's no problem?"

The feeling of being questioned is not good, and Cheng Xirong has not experienced this feeling for many years.He also made mistakes on the set, and when he was in a bad state, he couldn't pass all three, causing everyone to waste film.But no one ever thought that Cheng Xirong couldn't shoot this role well.

Who is Cheng Xirong?Even if it's a card game, it's temporary.When he adjusts, it's still a top-notch acting skill, so there's no need to doubt it.

Cheng Xirong's dissatisfied words came to his lips, and he went around and swallowed them back.He exhaled slowly, spit out all the unhappiness in his heart, and said in a low voice: "I'll go back and read the script again. For this role, it should be fine."

Su Minglin patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be too nervous, call me if you have any questions, let's discuss it."

Cheng Xirong responded obediently, and his heart was already going crazy.Qualifications are really important. In this line of work, newcomers have to be treated like this. Mistakes are mistakes.

To get ahead.Get out there as soon as possible.

70

When it was time to finish work, Fu Zhou called and reported the address of the restaurant, and asked Cheng Xirong to go there by himself.Cheng Xirong complied, went to the bathroom to remove makeup, locked the door and took a shower.

Cheng Zi is waiting for him outside, and wants to ask him to have dinner with him at night.

Cheng Xirong wiped his hair with a towel: "I have something to do at night. Next time."

Chengzi couldn't hide her disappointment, and let out a muffled "Oh". She always looked energetic and rarely showed such negative emotions.Cheng Xirong stopped the movement of his hands, and asked back, "What's the matter?"

Cheng Zi waved his hand: "It's nothing. It's just that you are in a bad mood today, thinking that you may be bored if you go back directly. Just let it go if you have something to do."

Cheng Xirong nodded, put the towel out to dry, and went out with his backpack.Cheng Zi said goodbye to Su Minglin, and hurriedly chased after Cheng Xirong, "Why are you going at night?"

"There's a party."

"At school?"

"No."

Cheng Xirong didn't have much interest in chatting, and Chengzi also felt it, and fell silent after sneaking a look at him.Cheng Xirong took two steps, and there was nothing around him, and the orange man was gone.He looked back and saw Chengzi running to a small shop on the side of the road, urging the boss for change, and even stomping on the spot when he was in a hurry.

Cheng Zi turned her head frequently, worried that Cheng Xirong would go far away.Facing Cheng Xirong's looking back, she was stunned for a moment, waved her hand and said, "Wait a minute! Popsicle!"

She ran back with two popsicles and a handful of change in her hand.

This is the best age.Youthful, delicate, and brave.

Cheng Xirong raised his hand slightly, held it vaguely, rubbed his fingers a few times, and took a step with his heel.Cheng Zi had already run back, took a breath, and handed over the popsicle: "Here you are."

Cheng Xirong's movement was interrupted, he took it back, and quickly returned to normal.

On the way to the subway station, Cheng Xirong turned his head to look at Cheng Zi from time to time.I couldn't eat any more oranges, so I asked in embarrassment, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Xirong and Cheng Zi are maintaining a high degree of consistency, from the gesture of holding the popsicle to the speed of walking, and even the movements of grabbing the backpack strap are all in the same direction.Cheng Zi sized Cheng Xirong up and down: "Are you okay? Why do you feel weird..."

Just at the subway entrance, Cheng Xirong grabbed the orange and avoided a person who came out in a hurry.Cheng Zi was startled, the popsicle shook in his hand, and directly poked Cheng Xirong.

Chengzi let out a low voice: "Oh! I'm sorry! Wait a minute, I'll take a tissue and wipe it off first!"

Cheng Xirong remained silent, watching her frantically go to get a tissue from her cross-body bag, and consciously move her fingers accordingly.Cheng Zi wiped off the chocolate block on the top, tried several times, but failed to remove the dark stain on the white T-shirt, so he looked up helplessly: "Otherwise, I'll take it back and wash it for you?"

The girl frowned, completely different from the man.There is no sharpness and oppression, but more of a melancholy.

Cheng Xirong frowned, pursed his lips, and lowered his voice, ending softly: "No need. Go back and wash Fu Zhou."

Orange froze in place.

Cheng Xirong didn't understand, so he tilted his head and repeated: "It's really okay. Fu Zhou likes to do laundry."

Cheng Zi tentatively asked, "Are you...are you okay?"

Cheng Xirong paused, his shoulders tensed, his hands dropped, and his facial expression gradually relaxed.He returned to normal and began to speak casually: "I'm just trying to imitate you."

Cheng Zi shuddered: "Honestly... If I was, uh, like that, I would collapse..."

"What's wrong?"

"It's not right anywhere! Women... Isn't the difference between men and women fundamentally different? It's just to correct some body language and expression language. Do you know what it looks like?" Orange shrugged helplessly, "Pseudo-mother. "

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Cheng Xirong: "So, I should have a transformation operation?"

Cheng Zi smiled and hit him: "It's not at all!"

Just kidding, Cheng Xirong can only use this method to imitate women.He is not a woman, so he has no way to understand the "root" and "inside". All he can understand is the difference in appearance.

There is no shortage of young women in the subway, Cheng Xirong observed all the way, like a wretched man.So much so that when he saw Fu Zhou, he was instantly hit by the man's tall and masculine, and his eyes flickered.

Fu Zhou: "Are you a dog with bones?"

Cheng Xirong scratched his hair irritably: "I saw the women all the way, and I was about to hallucinate."

Fu Zhou laughed: "What hobby?"

"The filming didn't go well today, and it's still difficult to play a woman. I thought about it all the way, but I still don't feel anything."

Fu Zhou patted him on the shoulder and pushed him to the mall: "We'll talk when we go back. Wang Jingxian has already arrived."

"What about upstairs?"

"Well. On the seventh floor, his daughter is playing games."

What a carefree middle school era...

Cheng Xirong followed Fu Zhou to the eighth floor and entered a Thai restaurant.Wang Jingxian was already sitting in the cubicle, talking on the phone, recording something with a pen and paper in her hand.Cheng Xirong pulled Fu Zhou back a step, and waited for Wang Jingxian to pull off the earphone cable before he continued forward, as if he had just come in.

Fu Zhou called "Sister Wang", sat down opposite her, and motioned for Cheng Xirong to sit beside him.Cheng Xirong yelled politely and said hello again, feeling mixed feelings.

Two months ago, he and Wang Jingxian were still good friends.Now I have to lower my posture and try to please her in every possible way.Wang Jingxian didn't have any airs, except that she was too capable, so she acted fiercely, but her attitude was considered peaceful.She ordered what she wanted to eat, handed the menu to Fu Zhou, and then checked her email with her mobile phone.

The identities are different, and the feeling of getting along is completely different.In the past, she only thought that Wang Jingxian was capable, and never felt that she had any advantage in momentum.Cheng Xirong sighed secretly, and told Fu Zhou to watch, he could eat anything.

When the waiter brought up the white water, Wang Jingxian put away her mobile phone, paper and pen.Fu Zhou chatted casually: "You are really busy."

"It can't be helped, it's not peaceful recently!" While speaking, Wang Jingxian's eyes turned in a different direction, and slid around Cheng Xirong.The meaning is obvious, the instigator of unrest is on the scene.

Cheng Xirong raised his head and looked directly at the past.

Wang Jingxian's gaze remained unchanged, and she asked Fu Zhou, "Shouldn't you introduce a new friend?"

Fu Zhou replied bluntly: "You know him too, and he knows you too. There's no need to deal with those fake things."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

This mallet!

Wang Jingxian laughed, but she was not angry: "You, with your temper, there is nothing you can do - hello, I'm Wang Jingxian from Whale Horse Entertainment."

Cheng Xirong exhaled slowly, "Hello."

71

Cheng Xirong did not introduce himself.It's a bit weird to talk nonsense about another identity to someone you know.Cheng Xirong borrowed Pan Nanxing's identity, but he didn't want to rely on this convenience forever.

Wang Jingxian looked at him strangely, held the water glass and pondered for a moment, and then said, "Fu Zhou said, do you want to do an exclusive interview?"

Cheng Xirong looked back at Fu Zhou, not sure how he talked to Wang Jingxian.According to Fu Zhou's brain circuit, you can't expect too much, and you are not sure what he said to Wang Jingxian.

Wang Jingxian put down her water glass and said with a smile, "Don't look at Fu Zhou either. It's okay, we'll just have a casual meal today, as friends, just say what you want."

Cheng Xirong pushed the boat along the way, really straightforward, and said bluntly: "Actually, I don't want to do any interviews, and I have nothing to talk about. But now a bunch of people are staring at me, and it will be a matter of time before we talk about it. Why don't I do it myself first?" Take the initiative back. I can still talk about the conditions, right?"

Wang Jingxian showed a difference, bowed her head and took a sip of water, then straightened her expression and acted nonchalantly: "You speak more straightly than Fu Zhou."

Cheng Xirong smiled: "It's easier for you, and you don't have to worry about it."

Wang Jingxian shrugged and leaned on the back of the chair: "Yes, I like to be more straightforward."

Of course I know she likes this way of communication.The cooperation for so many years is not in vain.In the past, Feng Yi didn't like Wang Jingxian very much, but Cheng Xirong got along well with her, whether it was at work or in private, they were very harmonious.It doesn't matter if you don't vote for fun, the way of doing things just fits together, Cheng Xirong can always coax Wang Jingxian to be happy, and write the manuscript in the direction she wants

Changing identities now and doing exactly what you want can be difficult.But it's better to do something than nothing.

Wang Jingxian asked straight to the point: "Then tell me, what conditions do you want?"

"need nothing."

Wang Jingxian raised her eyebrows: "Slap yourself? It's inconsistent!"

"If I have to say it, I just want to be undisturbed and let me film in peace. Can you make a report similar to this for me? I can cooperate with anything."

Fu Zhou took a sip of water in his mouth and held it back for a long time before swallowing it.He looked back at Cheng Xirong, his long and narrow eyes were full of disbelief, the meaning in his eyes: you continue to pretend.

Cheng Xirong really continued to pretend: "But if it comes to money, I may have a little difficulty. I don't have much money."

"Do you mind?" Wang Jingxian took out a recording pen from her bag, and after getting the answer, she pressed the switch and put it on the table, "We can chat first."

Cheng Xirong asked innocently, "Are you taking money?"

Wang Jingxian looked at Fu Zhou, and Fu Zhou shrugged, expressing that he didn't know.Wang Jingxian had no choice but to pretend that Cheng Xirong was a stupid student who didn't know anything about the model of this circle, and explained seriously: "It stands to reason that we should give you the money—depending on your status."

Fu Zhou really couldn't stand Cheng Xirong's pretentiousness, so he took over the conversation and said, "Where does he have any identity? His identity is also borrowed from Cheng Xirong. Sister Wang, don't listen to him, just ask what you want to ask."

Cheng Xirong stepped on Fu Zhou under the table, not polite at all, and stepped on it to the end.Fu Zhou's face was calm, but he just pursed his lips and didn't speak any more, looking a little serious.

I don't know whether Wang Jingxian didn't see it, or pretended to be ignorant, she just laughed and teased the two of them: "It's rare to see Fu Zhou being so close to anyone. He's a strange person. I've known him for so long, and still Not sure about him."

Cheng Xirong squinted at the past, Shi Shiran retracted his foot, full of joy: "It's okay. Once you get the handle, you can get him."

Fu Zhou: "..."

Wang Jingxian asked curiously: "Fu Zhou still has a clue? What?"

Cheng Xirong smiled and pushed Fu Zhou's arm: "Ask him yourself."

Fu Zhou drank plain water: "Why hasn't the food been served yet?"

Wang Jingxian forcibly brought the topic back: "I'm getting more and more curious. Fu Zhou can be regarded as a killer, and I haven't found anything that can hold him."

Cheng Xirong blinked: "I will tell you secretly later."

Wang Jingxian immediately lined up with Cheng Xirong and faced Fu Zhou unanimously.Fu Zhou always maintained that indifferent face, deliberately pretending not to be affected by it.He gulped down water.In the end, I just stood up and went to the smoking area to relax.Wang Jingxian and Cheng Xirong looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere between the two became casual.

I don't know what Wang Jingxian thinks.Cheng Xirong felt that becoming friends with an old friend again was taking a road that had already been traveled, and it was very easy.The frequency between people is indeed very subtle. If you can get on that band, no matter where you change to, you can still connect to the signal.

Looking at Fu Zhou's back, Wang Jingxian turned her head and sighed, "Just kidding. Didn't Fu Zhou do something to get you caught? If you really have something, just say it."

Cheng Xirong waved his hand: "No. It's just because, um, he liked Cheng Xirong a lot before?"

Wang Jingxian thought for a while, and immediately understood: "It seems to be the case. It seems that Cheng Xirong helped him, but he refused to say the details."

helped him?when?What did you do for him?I don't know how...

Cheng Xirong thought about it for a long time but couldn't recall it, so he asked Wang Jingxian when it was.Wang Jingxian didn't know either, but occasionally heard Fu Zhou mention it after drinking, it happened a few years ago.

The two of them argued for a long time, and Fu Zhou came back after smoking a cigarette, but he still didn't explain clearly why.Wang Jingxian closed her voice, and asked instead: "It seems that you are really familiar with Cheng Xirong? You actually tamed Fu Zhou's little Tibetan mastiff like this."

Comrade Little Tibetan Mastiff just walked over, put his hands on the back of the chair, and carefully looked at the two people sitting opposite him: "What?"

Cheng Xirong: "Praise you for being brave."

Fu Zhou just sat down: "I will believe it?"

Wang Jingxian raised her eyebrows: "Tell him to talk about Cheng Xirong, just so you can listen to it when you come. By the way, Pan Nanxing, if there is anything you can't write, please tell me in advance."

"Okay." Pan Nanxing thought for a while and added, "Probably not."

Fu Zhou's breathing was very slow, and his breath was tightened and stretched.

If he really wanted to talk, Cheng Xirong could only pick a few things about himself and Pan Nanxing's experience from his memory.There are not many that can be blended together, most of them talk about their own things, and there is no intersection.The only thing is that Cheng Xirong sponsored him and taught him a lot.

Wang Jingxian swallowed a mouthful of food: "Have you ever lived together?"

This is the most difficult answer... It is difficult to balance logic and reality. If someone digs deeper, it is easy to reveal the truth.

Cheng Xirong hesitated for a moment, but did not answer right away.Wang Jingxian lowered her eyebrows: "Is it convenient to tell?"

Fu Zhou's cell phone rang, and he interrupted the conversation: "Meng Qing is here, ask for the location."

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Wang Jingxian was stunned for a moment, and then smiled helplessly: "My girl, I will kiss you more than me. If you ask about the location, you will not find me as a mother."

Fu Zhou was serious: "If you also give her a lens worth tens of thousands of dollars to play with, she may ask you."

"Forget it. You are the only one who can do such a waste of money." Wang Jingxian went to the elevator to pick up Meng Qing. Before she could go out, she remembered and turned to Fu Zhou and said, "The one in the camera——"

"Just pretend you don't know."

"It's a matter of tens of thousands of dollars. It's a light beating. I still want to help her take care of it?"

Fu Zhou sat upright: "I didn't intend to ask for compensation. I accidentally heard it, otherwise how would you know?"

"That's not going to happen! Such a big matter, Si Nizi was so stunned that she didn't reveal it! Her father and I know everything about it!"

Fu Zhou exhaled helplessly: "Didn't she call me? I didn't come to make trouble, and she didn't go astray in order to collect money. Isn't this handled well?"

Wang Jingxian stared at him, just opened her mouth, but was blocked again.

"She's in her teens. You parents, try to trust her."

Wang Jingxian let out a sigh of relief, and she lost her strength: "Okay, I owe you one time, let's talk about something."

Fu Zhou shrugged: "Isn't that the thing?"

When Wang Jingxian left, Cheng Xirong smacked his lips and sighed, "Su Minglin said you have a good mouth, you really are! Why are you so bored with me?"

Fu Zhou was still sawing the mouth of the gourd, and muttered angrily: "It won't do anything to you."

"..." Cheng Xirong ate food, not as knowledgeable as he was, after all he was the one who introduced Wang Jingxian.After two seconds of silence, Cheng Xirong asked again: "Talking about the camera, I thought it was only a few thousand. You said you are so generous, why haven't you bought me a bed yet?"

When the voice fell, I saw Fu