Perfect Two

With a helpless face, he asked back: "Why are you looking for me?"

"You are the most amazing person I've ever seen! Of course, I haven't seen many people. It feels like yours is enough for a lifetime!"

Of course it is enough... The so-called acting skills are all accumulated by me over the past few decades, and the hardships and sufferings in it cannot be summed up in a few words.This girl is honest, she can say whatever she wants.

The very honest Chengzi girl added: "Think about it, if you are Cheng Xirong's apprentice, then I am Cheng Xirong's apprentice!"

"..."

This time Cheng Xirong really choked, coughed for a long time, his eyes were red with tears, and he didn't slow down.He really doesn't understand the young people of today, it's unbelievable to address them just by opening their mouths.

Cheng Zi patted him on the back, and finally muttered to himself: "Then who am I, Feng Yi?"

Nothing!Not only Feng Yi, even I have nothing to do with you!

Cheng Zi was a little regretful: "I'm a girlfriend fan! This time I'm two generations behind, it's not good!"

Cheng Xirong interrupted her with a hoarse voice, trying to bring her back from her free thoughts: "Then it's best not to talk to me about the master-student relationship, just keep chasing stars."

"That's not going to work! I can't act well, I can't get ahead, how can I make a kiss scene with Feng Yi!?"

"The ideal is good, keep working hard."

It's hard to understand that a little girl would base her dreams on another person.It's just too ethereal and cheap.

Cheng Xirong was too lazy to argue with her and was thinking about what to say when he saw a very familiar figure across the street.Cheng Zi was still expressing his emotions on twitter, seeing him stop, and looked back curiously: "What's wrong?"

On the opposite side, an elderly grandfather waved at them, very kind and natural.

Orange: "Are you an acquaintance?"

Cheng Xirong let out a "huh" and said after a pause, "You go back first. Let's talk about the matter just now."

"Who is it? Why are you so nervous?" Cheng Zi glanced again, "Why do I think it looks familiar..."

It should be familiar. The works of Uncle Tian, ​​the TV drama actor who dominated the screen 20 years ago, are still regarded as classics.It's just that he retired too early, he was in the prime of life, and he was still a tough guy with hormones bursting out.Now he is really old, his hair is white, and his whole temperament has eased down, turning into a real old man.

It's normal that Chengzi didn't recognize it.Few people in the younger generation know him anymore, Cheng Zi can feel familiar, which shows that he has done a good job in his usual homework.

After sending Cheng Zi away, Uncle Tian has already crossed the road and is in front of him.He was dressed in silk and satin, and smiled gently at Cheng Xirong. He was obviously a kind grandfather, but Cheng Xirong shuddered for no reason.

This looks too much like a precursor to child abduction - although he is no longer a child.

Uncle Tian stood still and said casually, "I'm still worried that you won't recognize me."

That's right, Pan Nanxing's identity setting is that he has been to Jiuzhuan once, but he has never met Uncle Tian.

Cheng Xirong paused: "I have seen your work."

Uncle Tian was a little surprised: "Really? Few young people are willing to look at those old antiques now."

"No," Cheng Xirong said slowly, considering his tone, "It's very beautiful, and there are many people who like it."

"Don't make my old man happy. It doesn't matter if those things look good or not. I don't expect this life now." Uncle Tian chatted very easy-goingly, then changed the subject and asked, "Where are you planning to go?"

This was the opening line of his appointment, and Cheng Xirong simply and honestly replied: "I just finished filming, and I'm ready to go home."

"It's okay to go back later, right? Let's have a drink together."

78

Generally, when Uncle Tian invites people to have tea, no one says he will refuse.He didn't show it when he was in the film and television industry. After he really quit the industry, many people rushed to him to get acquainted.When Cheng Xirong was drinking with him before, he joked that he is really not good at acting in TV, but that he is good at business.

In one sentence, Uncle Tian's previous achievements were erased.Uncle Tian was not angry either, just pretended to stare at him.Uncle Tian has no children, and has always regarded Cheng Xirong as his half son.People are always reluctant to treat their children, and they have to be soft.

It can only be a good thing for him to invite himself to dinner.Even if there are one or two bad points, Cheng Xirong can completely fix them with a single mouth.Uncle Tian loves himself, as long as it is related to himself, he will take it seriously and take it to his heart.This is totally exploitable.

But Cheng Xirong didn't want to.

Uncle Tian is nearly seventy years old. He has been in the entertainment circle for half his life, and he has been outside the entertainment circle for so many years.He is popular, but not so good that he doesn't speak of dignity at all.Many people in the circle like to go to his shop, and will tell him about anything.He basically lived a legend, standing at the top of the entertainment industry in another way, and being admired by others.

Cheng Xirong knows that this kind of life is not easy to come by.Pulling him into this muddy water, to put it bluntly, would really ruin him at the end of the year.

These are all things that Cheng Xirong has thought about. A few days ago when he made the list, he first thought of Uncle Tian, ​​and immediately deleted him from his mind.After much deliberation, Cheng Xirong gave up on everyone.He is in urgent need of reliable and stable resources, but only those he is familiar with are reliable, and he cannot touch these people.

Those that can be used with peace of mind are not stable.After pondering for a long time, I still should take it from Feng Yi and get back what belongs to me.

After he made up his mind, he stopped thinking about it, and treated "Cheng Xirong" as really dead, and had no relationship with those people at all.It was an accident that Uncle Tian was dragged into it abruptly by Feng Yi.

Now, Cheng Xirong wants to push Uncle Tian out.

Cheng Xirong pursed his lips, and when the time was right, he said, "Is there something wrong?"

Just like this, a little bit of defense was revealed, which was just right for Uncle Tian to perceive.Uncle Tian laughed, and said helplessly, "It's nothing, I just want to chat with you."

"Sorry...then what, um..." Cheng Xirong looked down at his toes, and looked up in embarrassment, "Look, it's been a day of filming..."

He didn't say so, but he refused.

Probably this was completely beyond Uncle Tian's expectation, he sighed almost inaudibly, stood silent for a few seconds before changing direction, and asked, "Are you going home now?"

"um, yes."

"Which way to go?"

This is the determination to "chat"... I never found out that Uncle Tian still has such a persistent side!

Cheng Xirong: "I take the subway."

"Just right, let's go together."

Cheng Xirong bit the bullet and complied, walking side by side with Uncle Tian and entering the subway station.Standing outside the yellow line and waiting for the bus, Cheng Xirong let the air-conditioning blow him down, let out a helpless smile in his heart, and shook his head secretly.

If you can't avoid it, you might as well accept it.Don't you want to stay with Uncle Tian for a while?

Cheng Xirong broke the silence and asked, "Did you not drive?"

"I'm getting older, it's safer to ride a car. I also worry less, and I'm not so tired."

"It's not easy to squeeze the subway during rush hour."

Uncle Tian smiled and said, "If you want to go up to eat now, it's okay."

The words are really ready-made, and they are taken out casually.Cheng Xirong was helpless, smiled and said nothing.When he was a child, he talked a lot, and he loved to chatter while soaking in nine books, and his mouth was used for talking besides drinking.That state only lasted for two years, he became famous, but he pretended to calm down.

Later, he stopped talking when he went to Nine Borrows. Most of the time he was tired and too lazy to talk.He had nothing to do after the announcement, and he was bored staying at home alone, so he simply hid in nine to pass the time.Occasionally, Uncle Tian would be there, so he would drink wine with him.In the following years, most of the relationship between him and Uncle Tian was silent, sitting and drinking.

Just like now - just two glasses of wine.

When the subway arrived at the station, Cheng Xirong conveniently covered Uncle Tian's back, but was bumped by someone behind, and leaned his arm on Tianhou's shirt.Uncle Tian glanced back, his eyes bent a little, and the light in his pupils brightened.

There are too many people coming in and out, and it's not up to them to express their feelings or justify them here.

Uncle Tian asked, "Has he mentioned me to you?"

Cheng Xirong froze, but didn't hear clearly: "What?"

After going in and standing up, the two of them were stuck in the corner. Uncle Tian repeated: "You are not so guarded against Feng Yi, but he mentioned Feng Yi to you more?"

Cheng Xirong pondered for a while: "Actually, there are all of them. The ones I remember are the ones who have more topics nowadays."

"I actually regret that I quit the circle too early."

Uncle Tian was still smiling, with a hint of bitterness, which made people's hearts twitch.If you want to say that apart from your parents, you can treat yourself with sincerity, Uncle Tian is the first, and the second is still far behind.Cheng Xirong was most afraid of seeing his parents grieve, and he didn't want to see Uncle Tian like this.

The words came out of his mouth naturally, and Cheng Xirong said in relief: "He said he would drink at your place. There is a handsome bartender, and his skills are the best."

Uncle Tian patted his thigh: "It's a pity that I didn't bring it with me. Go there by yourself later, and I'll buy you a drink."

Cheng Xirong shook his head: "I can't drink. Doctor's orders."

At first glance, I thought he was talking about "will".Uncle Tian was stunned for a moment, and asked back, "Cheng Xirong won't let you drink? What kind of rule is this?"

Cheng Xirong waved his hands and explained dumbfoundingly: "It's not the 'will'. It's the doctor's medicine, and the doctor ordered it."

Uncle Tian suddenly realized, and nodded: "I have heard of it. Is it a bad heart? Have you gone to the doctor?"

How does he know?Knowing this, Fu Zhou has never had any contact with him, Feng Yi may have mentioned it, after all, the three of them had a brief encounter during the Nine Borrows.Besides, there will be no one else, right?

But Cheng Xirong developed a sensitive, very subtle premonition for no reason, and a little imperceptible throbbing flashed in his heart.He added a word, but still asked: "Who did you listen to?"

Uncle Tian didn't shy away from him, and answered bluntly, "Cheng Xirong's parents."

A thunderbolt exploded, Cheng Xirong's mind was instantly occupied by white light, all twists and turns of thoughts were wiped out, leaving only a simple and simple road.Straightforward, without so much thinking and textual research.

"You have contact with them? Where are they?"

I was so excited that my voice was raised, causing people around me to look back.Uncle Tian's eyes sank, meaningful.

79

Cheng Xirong is the bridge in the middle, because of his relationship, his parents and Uncle Tian got to know each other well.At first, they were only on the set. Cheng's father and Cheng's mother went to visit the set and had a few chats with Uncle Tian. They both felt very good with each other.Later, Cheng Xirong often went to Jiujuli, and Uncle Tian and Cheng's parents and Cheng's mother also talked more often.

Cheng Xirong's parents have a subtle attitude towards the entertainment industry. They don't like it, but they don't interfere with any of Cheng Xirong's decisions.When Cheng Xirong skipped class to participate in the draft, they found out that they didn't beat or scold him, they just asked him rationally and calmly to improve ten places in the next exam.Whether he can do it or not, he can go to filming, but he has to weigh the pros and cons.

When Cheng Xirong was a child, he felt that his parents were too boring when they were idle, so he looked for such superfluous things to do.After he graduated from the film and television academy, he attended a middle school friend's wedding and realized their intentions.

Whether it is studying or acting, it is a way of living.No one can say which way is better and another way of life is inferior.People have the right to make choices, provided that they have the opportunity to choose.If you choose to be an actor, you have professional skills in this area.If you don't want to act, you can also find a way out by studying.

Parents are very consistent in their minds.They hope that their children will be successful and that the rest of their lives will be smooth and smooth.

In addition to this expectation, there is no difference in the feelings of parents who love their children.Cheng's father and Cheng's mother didn't like the chaos of the entertainment industry, so they were faintly worried about what their child would see and hear in this environment, and they were even more afraid that he would be bullied.

This kind of concern is completely silent, except for the part hidden in his heart that has never been expressed, Cheng Xirong learned about the rest from Uncle Tian.

Cheng Xirong didn't know when they chatted so much, his eyeballs almost fell out of shock, and he forgot to swallow a sip of wine.Cheng Xirong knows his parents' personalities, they are introverted and steady. When they go to the square to exercise, they never chat with others, and only do their own things.

At that time, Cheng Xirong still sighed with emotion: "My parents are kissing me more than you!"

Uncle Tian pushed his head: "If it's not you, what are they talking about with me? Someone else's son?"

Cheng Xirong pondered for a long time, and always felt that his parents' attitude towards Uncle Tian was really different from other people in the entertainment industry.After much deliberation, it is probably caused by ideas.They always feel that there are no clean people in the entertainment industry. If Uncle Tian can quit the industry, it means he has found his way back and left him clean.

Wanting to understand this, Cheng Xirong felt that his parents might also hope that he could "return the prodigal son" like Uncle Tian.I failed to follow their hidden and unexpressed wish, but their relationship with Uncle Tian has broken through a certain limit and they have become good friends.

Cheng Xirong was surprised to find that they still travel together, and they would visit each other's house during the holidays.The old neighbors for many years can only be this level, but Uncle Tian and them are one step closer than the old neighbors.

I never thought of it before! ?Uncle Tian probably knew about the loss of contact with his parents!

It's really getting better and better!The mind is confused as hell!

Cheng Xirong overreacted, and even he realized belatedly that this was inappropriate.He closed his mouth, bit the flesh on his lips, and tensed up.

Uncle Tian looked at him leisurely, his eyes were deep, his voice became more relaxed, but the temptation could not be erased: "Are you looking for them?"

"No." Cheng Xirong paused, trying to get his thoughts back, and he was able to come up with a more satisfactory answer, "I wanted to visit them two days ago, but no one was home."

When Uncle Tian was surprised, his nostrils would twitch, his brows and eyes were calm, suppressing his mood.Cheng Xirong can understand half of Uncle Tian's thinking, and Cheng Xirong can't control the rest of his suspicions.After all, Uncle Tian has always been honest with him and never treated him with malice.

Cheng Xirong added: "I went there once before, and I saw that they didn't look very good, so I was a little worried. Are they okay now?"

Uncle Tian said slowly: "It's okay. I listened to them when I was talking to them earlier. How much did you say to Feng Yi?"

It was about whether or not parents should come to the memorial service. Before Feng Yi could speak, Cheng Xirong clarified his thoughts.Fortunately, I was there at the time, otherwise Feng Yi put on an infatuated and sad look, and his parents would definitely soften their hearts.The worst thing that can happen is that parents are put in public.

Cheng Xirong thought about the words in embarrassment: "It's not...well, I did say a few words."

Uncle Tian was sincere: "They are very grateful to you. I thank you too."

"It's what I—anyone should do. If it's a dying wish, there's nothing stronger than that."

"You know Cheng Xirong very well?"

"That's it."

The subway stopped, a group of people got off, and a bigger group came up again.Uncle Tian stood beside Cheng Xirong before continuing, "I haven't heard him mention you."

Cheng Xirong didn't speak.This is an unsolvable mystery. No one around me has ever heard of the name "Pan Nanxing".He simply did not answer this question, using silence to cover up the non-existent "secret".

Uncle Tian wandered around the fringes of the entertainment circle all year round, heard a lot of secrets, and kept a lot of things that he couldn't tell.He knows the boundaries, and he is very clear about where to stop a thing.He breathed out: "I believe this is what he wants to do the most. You can think of it, and you are willing to do it. I understand your heart."

After understanding?Uncle Tian didn't say anything, and he didn't seem to plan to.When he wanted to chat with Cheng Xirong, he really just chatted casually, without any central idea, and chatted all over the sky.When it was time to say goodbye, Cheng Xirong still couldn't hold back and asked him where his parents were.

Uncle Tian patted him on the shoulder, his broad and thick palms were hot: "Don't worry. They are fine."

Cheng Xirong pursed his lips: "Then I would like to ask you to help convey that they carry more than [-] million yuan of wealth on their backs, so they must know how to guard against others."

Uncle Tian narrowed his eyes: "Who are you guarding against?"

"Anyone."

Uncle Tian's expression became solemn for a moment, and he soon dispersed, saying goodbye to Cheng Xirong.He must have had some ideas, which were beyond Cheng Xirong's guess and grasp.Uncle Tian has always been very active, and he will implement it immediately when he has an idea, without waiting.

It seems that trying to push him out may not necessarily succeed.

Cheng Xirong exhaled, followed the crowd out of the station, and walked slowly in the shade of the building, feeling a little regretful.Since it was impossible to get rid of him, why didn't he have dinner with him?How long has it been since you sat down and said a few words to him?

The last time I went to Jiuzhan was a few months ago, and Uncle Tian was not there, so I drank a glass of water and left.The last time, it seemed to be the Chinese New Year.

Cheng Xirong was both happy and worried in his heart, he couldn't hold himself in the two worlds of ice and fire.

80

Cheng Xirong walked back wearily, it was the dog days, and the evening was terribly hot.His mind was in a mess, thinking that his parents would relax, and then thinking about other people getting nervous again, so that he almost bumped into a tricycle when he entered the community.

The driver of the tricycle was a young man who cursed angrily, "How do you walk?" before continuing to drive.Cheng Xirong looked back and saw an advertisement for a furniture store printed on the back of the car.Blessed to the heart, a little surprise flashed through his mind.

When they got home, the door was open, and Fu Zhou was busy inside.Cheng Xirong sighed secretly, the tricycle just now was really here to deliver things to him.He entered the door and stood in the living room for a while, not knowing what to do for a while.

Fu Zhou was sitting on his knees on the mattress, pulling down the plastic film, and when he heard the sound, he looked back, as a greeting.He continued tidying up the mattress on his own. Cheng Xirong coughed dryly and asked casually, "Is it really a mattress?"

Only then did Fu Zhou turn around, sit on the edge of the mattress, bend his knees and brace his arms: "Then buy a sofa?"

Anyway, pack it into tatami or something!Putting a bare mattress here, is there really no problem with his aesthetics?And won't it be damp?The slander is the slander, Cheng Xirong let out a breath, skipped the topic just now: "I'm going to take a bath."

It was so embarrassing.I beat him up and left in the morning, and the subtle and ambiguous atmosphere came to an abrupt end, and it didn't end.When you come back, you have to connect to the fault and continue on.On the way, I was still thinking about how to face him tonight, and it would be even more embarrassing to sleep together again.

On the other hand, Cheng Xirong's bag was still on him, so he couldn't put it away in the bedroom like before.It would be inappropriate for him to go into the bedroom now, but he has the most important things in his bag, and he doesn't want to leave them in the bare living room.

Fu Zhou's living room is like someone else's territory, because there is nothing, he usually does not pay attention to it, and throws things in the corner.And next to the door, Cheng Xirong always thought it was not safe here.

In fact, it's all psychological.If you can enter the living room, you can easily enter the bedroom. The difference is only a few seconds before and after.Cheng Xirong knew that he was a little guilty, he was too cautious and nervous about what he got, and he could no longer control it with reason.

I have lost a piece of jade and have not got it back.If the things in the bag are lost again, all the assumptions will be overturned, and we can only start from scratch—from a real newcomer.

Cheng Xirong squeezed the strap of the backpack, using his fingers hard, forcing himself to put the bag down.

Fu Zhou changed his sitting position, retreated on his back, and put his arms behind his body.With a natural attitude, he stretched his legs and shook them casually: "You sleep inside."

Cheng Xirong clenched his fingers that were about to let go, he frowned and asked, "You want to sleep here?"

Fu Zhou put one leg on his knee, pretending to be idle, with a serious expression: "Your body is like that, you can't sleep here."

A plain and straightforward sentence hit my ears, causing my heart to tremble slightly.The turmoil spread along the blood, and the ripples spread out layer by layer, which could not stop for a long time.Cheng Xirong was always eloquent, but he didn't know what to say.

Say that your body is much better?Or is it that he is the owner of the house, so he should use the bedroom first?Or, he doesn't have to deliberately... pamper himself.

I and him are just a cooperative relationship.Outside of work, he doesn't have to be so careful or considerate.He doesn't need to treat himself in that way, the tenderness he failed to realize in the past can be kept in his heart.Don't put it on your current self.

I am no longer Cheng Xirong, and I cannot bear such great kindness and tenderness from him.

Fu Zhou noticed a bit of stiffness, patted the mattress, sat up straight and kept dignified: "Doctor's order. It might be wet, you can't do it. If you have a bad heart, don't be brave."

I still said this word on the way, but when I turned my head, someone returned it in the same tone.Cheng Xirong took a deep breath and let it out slowly: "Okay."

Cheng Xirong put the bag in the bedroom, and checked the keys in the inner bag as usual when no one was around.After confirming that it was still there, he took his clothes and went out to take a shower.When he came out, Fu Zhou had already tidied up the living room, his whole body was drenched with sweat, and his hair was rarely tied up.

Fu Zhou's hair wasn't too long.It just covered the neck, tied it up like a rabbit's tail, pouted in a daze.There are still a few strands that can't be tied up, sticking to the ears.

Living with him for so many days, I have never seen his image.Cheng Xirong took a second look curiously, and this time he really saw the tattoo on the back of his neck - a black steering wheel, the same as his head portrait.The chandelier in the living room cast bright light on his skin, casting some subtle shadows.

The interlacing of light and shadow and tattoos made the steering wheel look a little distorted and creepy.

Cheng Xirong took two steps towards Fu Zhou, and the shadow became more obvious.But before he could see clearly, Fu Zhou suddenly turned around and said, "Did you finish washing? Why can't you walk without making a sound?"

As Fu Zhou said, he pulled off the hair tie and rubbed it in the hair at the back of his head.The hair fell down again, covering the neck.He went to take a shower, Cheng Xirong sat on the small bench at the dining table, took out his mobile phone and logged into Weibo.

He found the list of private messages between himself and Xia Lanlan, and thought about his tone: "Is there any sequelae from the injury on Fu Zhou's neck?"

After waiting for 2 minutes, Xia Lanlan replied: "???"

Cheng Xirong also guessed, and if he asked casually, it was like throwing stones to ask for directions.If you bump into it, you can continue to ask questions. If you don’t guess right, it doesn’t matter. At most, you will be treated as a neuropathy.In the past, Xia Lalan always pretended to be dead. No matter how she poked her, she pretended she hadn't seen it and didn't reply at all.This time I answered so quickly, which means that this question is on the right track.

So, guess what?Are tattoos really meant to cover wounds?

Cheng Xirong continued typing: "What should I do if I feel uncomfortable?"

Xia Lanlan: "What injury?"

Cheng Xirong: "The one on the back of his neck, where the tattoo is."

This time, Xia Lanlan waited for a while before replying: "I don't know what you are talking about."

really do not know?Still pretending?Is she also worried that she will be tricked by someone, so she is on guard!

Cheng Xirong assumed that she was aware, and followed this reaction to ask: "How could you not know? Weren't you there at the time?"

Xia Lanlan panicked: "How do you know?"

Is this sentence so accurate?Cheng Xirong was stunned for a while before he felt a little lucky that the blind cat ran into a dead mouse, and felt helpless for the girl opposite.If he knew, he wouldn't try Xia Lanlan's attitude so ambiguously.The so-called "presence" does not know which scene it is.When he said it in such a general way, Xia Lanlan took a seat by himself, and first recalled a specific incident.

Cheng Xirong rubbed his fingertips on the back of the phone, considering the language selection: "Can't I know?"

81

In line with the principle of talking too much and making mistakes, Cheng Xirong put down the bait and waited for Xia Lanlan to take the bait himself.He didn't send any more messages, and gave the right to speak to the other party to see what the other party had to say.

After waiting for a long time, Xia Lanlan asked cautiously, "How is he now?"

It's pretty good... except that I occupied the room by myself and rushed to make a bed on the floor.What's more, they are quite poor. They don't even buy a sofa set in the living room, and use a folding table as a dining table.

As for the body, I didn't find any abnormalities in him. He looked healthy and strong, and it didn't affect him if he stayed up all night.Xia Lanlan's attitude was really a bit strange, which made Cheng Xirong nervous, and many kinds of guesses ran through his mind.

Xia Lanlan was able to find Fu Zhou's residence secretly, so she must have a better understanding of Fu Zhou's current life.A person's economic status, as well as his physical fitness, can be distinguished in just 2 minutes.Cheng Xirong didn't know how many times Xia Lanlan was caught peeping at Fu Zhou, but at that time in the rain, he was able to push people down so swiftly and swiftly, so it didn't look like he was in bad health, right?

Rao Cheng Xirong never gossips, and at this moment, he is also aroused a little bit itchy, curious about Fu Zhou's past.

Cheng Xirong was still thinking about how to reply, when the bathroom door rang, he logged out of Weibo and closed the background application by the way.Fu Zhou wiped his hair with a towel, and glanced at the living room: "Are you squatting over there waiting for the meal? Won't you serve it yourself?"

Cheng Xirong put the phone in his pocket: "I'm too tired, why don't I take a break?"

Fu Zhou was noncommittal, turned around and entered the bedroom.Cheng Xirong exhaled and glanced at the screen, there were several Weibo private messages pushed.

Xia Lalan asked several times, but did not wait for a response, and her tone was rather exasperated, and she threatened a few times.Cheng Xirong glanced at the words without any substantive content, but didn't see anything useful.

Cheng Xirong suddenly felt that he lacked interest and had no energy.In fact, it is perfectly fine to ask Fu Zhou directly about these matters.If he is willing to talk, then he will listen to him. Whether his past is good or bad, and what experiences he has had, it will be very clear.What he didn't want to mention... It's a bit of a villain to draw a little information from other places by insinuating.

The key is that we still don't know the truth and falsehood, and we can't tell how big the error is.

Cheng Xirong switched Weibo to his own account, read a few posts, and Fu Zhou came out.

Fu Zhou: "Are you still waiting?"

Cheng Xirong took advantage of the situation and asked, "What meal?"

"You didn't eat the rice porridge in the morning, there is a bowl left."

Speaking of what happened in the morning... Cheng Xirong rolled his eyes and glanced at his face, the scars on his face could still be seen, showing his atrocity in the morning.Cheng Xirong glanced away embarrassingly, changed the subject and asked, "You didn't cook?"

Fu Zhou went to the kitchen to look for dried noodles, and said in a muffled voice, "Well, I just came back too."

"have a job?"

"Make a film."

"What are you filming? Speaking of which, I really don't understand, do you have a job or not?"

Only then did the conversation become smoother, the embarrassment of the morning was covered up, the fault was hidden under the trivial daily necessities, and the uneven breaks were not so abrupt.Cheng Xirong inevitably thought of the mentality he had once had, and tried his best to suppress that emotion, let it hang on the cliff, and then be covered up together.

Fu Zhou found two more eggs from the refrigerator, peeled a tomato, and cooked a pot of noodles.While he was busy working, he replied casually, "Occasionally."

In this line of work, there is no position where you can clock in on time like going to work.Not only actors, but all related derivatives, there is no special free time, and when busy, it may not be as good as the actor's work and rest.Cheng Xirong's filming lasted at most two days and one night.And after noon the next day, everyone was listless, just wasting film.But as far as he knows, a group of people only slept for two hours a day in the late stage of a movie, which lasted for nearly a month.

It stands to reason that Fu Zhou is a director major, and his work should be a continuous and coherent process.From the pre-production to the start of filming, he needs to be in control.He is also responsible for the later editing, which is a long-term work.I have never seen any director like him, who disappeared for two days and brought back a film.A day out for a walk is work.

Even his second career, screenwriting, doesn't have such a working method.So much so that Cheng Xirong always thought that he was unemployed, and was just waiting for when he could invest money and start making his own movies. That would be a real thing to do.

Cheng Xirong became more and more curious about Fu Zhou.

"What did you go out to shoot?"

Fu Zhou looked at the range hood and was silent for a while before counting: "Mainly take care of photography and post-production. If any crew needs help, I will go."

Oh, to put it bluntly, it's just doing odd jobs here and there... It's not far from what I expected.

Cheng Xirong sat sprawled on all fours, disfigured: "That's fine. Director is a comprehensive profession, and these accumulations are necessary."

Saying yes is because the basic accumulation of these bottom layers can only determine whether a person can become a director.As for being a good director, it is really in my bones, and it is a very helpless thing.

Cheng Xirong suddenly sat up, clinging to the small bench and moved forward: "What films have you made? Let me see."

Fu Zhou threw half a stick of dried noodles into the boiling water: "You have seen it."

"When? Why don't I know?"

"There are a few in the cabinet, and you have drawn them casually."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

This guy was silent and didn't show it at all!If he doesn't ask, will he never mention it?Boring gourd is not such a boring method! ?

Cheng Xirong: "How many pictures have I seen?"

"Two. A collection of cultural tourism and a documentary."

They are all hypnotists.

"No, do you have any movies? Business or art will do."

Fu Zhou was silent for a long time, and when Cheng Xirong thought he would not answer, he said, "No."

That is there.If not, why hesitate for so long?Can't you just tell the truth?He doesn't admit it now, is it because the filming is not good?Still have some disputes, can't take it out and sign it?

Cheng Xirong thought about several situations he had seen before, and applied them to Fu Zhou. He felt that they all resembled each other, but none of them were suitable.

There is one more thing to do.

Cheng Xirong stood up and went to the kitchen to serve his noodles.Fu Zhou warmed up the morning porridge, but Cheng Xirong refused to eat leftovers.Fu Zhou made rice pudding and threatened Cheng Xirong not to eat it the next day.

Cheng Xirong didn't eat anything from the previous night, and vowed firmly that he would never eat his pudding.

When going to bed at night, Cheng Xirong occupies a double bed by himself, and he is still not used to it.There was silence all around, the sound of breathing was missing, it was empty and chilling.

82

Cheng Xirong got up with dark circles under his eyes, feeling a little dazed.He was half dreaming and half awake all night, and he seemed to have a lot of dreams, but he didn't remember anything.When I opened my eyes, I just felt tired.He didn't sit for five seconds, fell down again, and took out his mobile phone to send a voice message to Fu Zhou.

"Get me some water."

The voice is hoarse, and the throat is also a little sore.Cheng Xirong touched his forehead, but couldn't tell whether it was hot or cold.

Fu Zhou pushed open the bedroom door, held a cup in his hand, and said unceremoniously, "Master?"

Seeing that Cheng Xirong was still lying on the bed, curled up into a ball, Fu Zhou took back the rest of his words and walked forward quickly: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Xirong squinted at him: "I didn't sleep well. Give me the medicine in the bag, and I'll take it easy."

"Why can't you sleep well by yourself? No one is bothering you."

Fu Zhou would not say anything when he was bored, and he could hold back even playing his own CD, without even changing the brows.Occasionally, he would have thoughts, like an old lady possessed.Cheng Xirong couldn't figure out his point, and didn't know how it changed in the middle.Fu Zhou, who simply broke his mouth, appeared too rarely, almost negligibly.

When Cheng Xirong heard that he was about to start talking, he closed his ears and tried to fall into samadhi, no matter what he said, he would not listen.In the end, he just said this, then took the medicine and fed it into Cheng Xirong's mouth.

So serious, his brows were slightly frowned, extruding a worried arc.Cheng Xirong's heart skipped a beat, first he thought of how he said he couldn't sleep in the living room the night before.

Is this person too patient?There is still a holy father hidden in his bones, who wants to cover others with brilliance.Is he so considerate to everyone?He cared about every detail, even feeding things like taking medicine directly into his mouth?

Cheng Xirong bit the capsule with his teeth and wanted to spit it out.

Since you were about to vomit, why did you open your mouth just now?Isn't this contradictory?

Like a fool who didn't notice, Fu Zhou pulled his upper arm: "Get up and drink. You'll choke if you lie down."

As he spoke, he half pulled and half helped Cheng Xirong up.Cheng Xirong pressed the bed, feeling extremely tired, without any strength at all.Fu Zhou brought the water glass over, and touched the edge of the glass against his lips: "Swallow the medicine."

Holding a pill in your mouth, you are still worried that your saliva will melt the capsule, so keep your mouth slightly open.Unable to speak, Cheng Xirong glanced at Fu Zhou, consciously adding the deepest intentions.

Fu Zhou frowned deeper: "What's wrong? Take the medicine first."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

never mind.What do you care about with a big fool?It is not guaranteed that he just loves to serve others, and that is what he enjoys in his bones.You don't have to worry about it so much, and don't think about those messy things.

Don't worry too much.Don't... be tempted.

Cheng Xirong swallowed the medicine, which irritated his stomach, and immediately felt nauseated.He held his breath for a while, and Fu Zhou took advantage of the situation and sat down beside him, helping him straighten his back.Just as Cheng Xirong recovered, Fu Zhou brought some water over and asked him to take another sip.

Cheng Xirong refused to say anything, and slid down like a fool, hugging the quilt and curling up.He still wanted to recall the dream last night, and wanted to know what kind of activities his brain would do subconsciously.

Thinking about these invisible things, Cheng Xirong vaguely heard Fu Zhou calling.I heard that the call was for Su Minglin, please ask him for a day off.Cheng Xirong waved his hand and belatedly remembered that he might not be able to see it, so he let out a low cry.

Halfway through the phone call, Fu Zhou turned back and wiped the cold sweat off Cheng Xirong's forehead: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Xirong wanted to hide, but before he could, the skin was already attached to his palm.There was a thick layer of calluses on the palm of Fu Zhou's hand, which was a little hard when it touched the skin, and there was rough friction.His body temperature is quite high, even a little hot, which is unbearable.It may have come out of the kitchen, with the aroma of milk between his fingers.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

What did I just want to say?

Cheng Xirong's mind was stuck, and his mouth didn't move.Fu Zhou repeated it to the person on the phone, without discussing it, he directly informed Su Minglin that Cheng Xirong would take a day off.

Then Cheng Xirong remembered that he was going to say that he didn't need to ask for leave.He also understood this body, and he had already instinctively predicted how to deal with any situation.He really just didn't sleep well, let the dream come to him