Perfect Two

, bent down to pick it up, and looked at the balance against the moonlight outside the window.

Not much more.

Cheng Xirong watched coldly.The time of the previous ten years was compressed, and it was all filled in that half-empty wine bottle.The smell of wine evaporates, and time has passed.The remaining two sips of spirits were the reason for coming back.

Feng Yi threw himself into the sofa, sat half paralyzed, and looked up: "Also, how did you get in?"

Cheng Xirong took a deep breath: "I just talked to you on the phone."

Feng Yi leaned on the sofa boneless, tilted his head and thought for a while: "Oh yes. That student of Cheng Xirong... our house, there are several passwords! He also gave it to you?"

"us"……

Cheng Xirong let out the foul breath: "Yes."

Feng Yi squinted his eyes and looked Cheng Xirong up and down, his eyes stayed on Cheng Xirong's ankle for a few seconds, and suddenly he laughed: "Come on, sit down and chat with me—do you want some wine?"

Cheng Xirong was noncommittal, turned around to the wine cabinet, paused with his fingertips on the wood carving, and took out the nearest bottle.It was a bottle of dragon tongue, Feng Yi had hidden it for a long time, and was reluctant to open it.If you don’t drink or talk, you must take it out of the basement and put it in a conspicuous place. When you move, you always take it with you, so as not to break it if you bump it.

When he returned to the living room, Feng Yi had already finished his drink, and the bottle of brandy had run out, leaving only one sip left.Feng Yi held the cup in one hand, raised his index finger and waved it indiscriminately.The liquid swirls in the glass, hits the walls, and some splashes out.

Feng Yi stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked the wine from the tiger's mouth into his stomach, and then said with a smirk: "You have been here before. You have been here before, and you are more familiar with this place than I am. Cheng Xirong brought you here?"

Cheng Xirong opened the dragon tongue, poured a full glass, pushed it in front of him, and let out a "hmm".

Feng Yi looked at the bottle in his hand, and asked again: "Did Cheng Xirong tell you that this is my favorite bottle of wine?"

Without waiting for a response, Feng Yi said by himself: "He brought it back from Mexico and gave it to me. You know him, he..."

In the middle of speaking, he covered his face and remained silent for a long time.He swallowed the rest of the words, picked up the wine glass and took a deep gulp.He put down his glass and asked, "Why don't you talk. Tell me, when did he fund you?"

Cheng Xirong filled up the wine: "Last year, autumn."

Feng Yi's hands trembled, he said "oh", and then he paused for a moment before saying, "This time..."

Last autumn, Cheng Xirong went to Scotland to shoot scenes, and he traveled for a month and a half.Feng Yi and Zhou Sheng got together.

The topic ended, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down. Feng Yi just drank with his head sullen.Cheng Xirong sat across from him, keeping his eyebrows lowered, his mouth pursed, pouring him wine.When the half bottle of Longlan Tongue was empty, Feng Yi knelt on the ground, laying on the coffee table, unable to open his eyes.

Cheng Xirong pushed him: "Mr. Feng? Feng Yi?"

Feng Yi shook his hand, and smiled vaguely: "You child, you really know how to take... This is a gift Cheng Xirong bought for me. It's just a bottle..."

Cheng Xirong didn't have the habit of bringing gifts to others, and he didn't have the slightest impression of this bottle of wine.Probably the assistant bought it for relatives and friends. He thought that both of them were hungry for alcohol, so he took a bottle back without thinking about it.

I didn't expect Feng Yi to miss it so much...

But what's the point?

Cheng Xirong called several times, but Feng Yi didn't respond.He stood up, walked around to Feng Yi's side, and kicked him with his toes, but there was still no response.Cheng Xirong picked up the remaining half bottle of wine, turned his palm over, and the liquid slipped down, pouring it all onto Feng Yi's head.

The wine dripped down the hair, stuck to the skin of the neck, and slipped into the shirt.The drunken man was snoring lightly and had fallen asleep.

Cheng Xirong threw the bottle on the floor and went up the stairs.The second floor is the living room and cloakroom, and the deepest corner is Cheng Xirong's personal study.He was guarded too strictly when he was a child, so that the rebellious paranoia in adulthood is hard to change. He must have a space that belongs to him, and no one can violate it.

The small study room was not locked, and everyone acquiesced that they would not enter, including Feng Yi.When Cheng Xirong walked in again, he had no doubt at all that after his own death, Feng Yi finally broke through his endurance and entered.

Because all the furnishings in the room have been changed, all the drawers and cabinets have been swept away, and the books are scattered all over the place.Only the desktop was clean and tidy, with two boxes placed side by side, completely different from the surrounding chaos.

Feng Yi put all the things he collected from this study into these two boxes.Some letters, Cheng Xirong's handwritten notes, CDs that he has read repeatedly, the most worn out and oldest books... are all trivial and meaningless objects, and I don't know what Feng Yi's meaning is.

It may be to sell his affectionate persona.

Cheng Xirong swallowed the soreness in his throat, rummaged through the box for a long time, and found what he thought of from an empty envelope that had been burnt with wax lacquer—a black jade pendant, in the shape of a pixiu.He put the pendant in the inner pocket of the backpack, took a Jingle cat charm from the keychain and put it back in the envelope.

After doing this, he has no reason to stay here anymore.Cheng Xirong walked back, and I don't know how long it took, he just walked mechanically.His consciousness was a little dazed, as if he was in the dark, and he seemed to see the sunrise.In the next second, someone slapped his face hard a few times.

Cheng Xirong opened his eyes, and saw that He Yiming's face was infinitely magnified and suddenly appeared in sight.Cheng Xirong was startled, and flinched for a while before feeling dizzy, and even the roof was spinning in circles.

He Yiming's voice was also like thunder, and it exploded in his ears: "Why are you hiding!? Hurry up! Sign the agreement! Why do you think you are so late?"

Cheng Xirong opened his mouth, but no sound came out.His throat was hoarse and painful, and he swallowed saliva like nails.He realized belatedly that when he was halfway there, he passed out.As for now, it might be in the hospital... His head is still dizzy, and he can't distinguish reality at all.

He Yiming dragged Cheng Xirong up, stuffed a pen into his hand, and urged anxiously: "This is a confidentiality agreement, sign it quickly, Director Xie's assistant is waiting outside!"

Cheng Xirong was shaken so badly that life was worse than death. Fortunately, someone came in from the outside and stopped He Yiming's behavior, so he was saved.Cheng Xirong dully realized that it was Director Xie's assistant.

The assistant was a little embarrassed and hesitant, coughed dryly, cleared his throat, and said, "Xiao Pan, you never said before that the operation you performed...was a heart operation?" #####

The assistant was also very embarrassed, and he hesitated: "Have you been in a group so far?"

Cheng Xirong raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the needle on the back of his hand, so he had to put his hand back: "I've been with a few groups, and I'm going to learn."

He Yiming shouted from the side: "When did you follow the group? Whose group did you follow?"

Cheng Xirong glanced at him, turned his gaze back, and looked at the assistant weakly: "I also know the life of the crew, big night, continuous shooting, and everything will happen when you are in a rush. I understand what you are worried about."

The assistant's expression became a little more relaxed and natural: "It's best if you understand. Director Xie appreciates you very much. He also said on the way back yesterday that he has never seen a newcomer with more aura than you in all these years. Your image That's good, he already thinks of you as the hero in his heart. Now—"

He Yiming couldn't stabilize, and the wooden stool he was stepping on slipped and hit the wall, making a loud noise.

The assistant looked at him inexplicably, Cheng Xirong knew what he was thinking.According to the information disclosed by Xie Zhiying before, the roles of the five students should be equal, and there is no clear division of roles.Now that Cheng Xirong is going to take on the role of the male lead, it means that the script will be adjusted to add drama to Cheng Xirong.

Then the roles of other people will be reduced accordingly, and the roles will be discharged.He Yiming must be unhappy to be the matchmaker for Pan Nanxing.

She is still too young, her emotions are written on her face, and her dissatisfaction is also expressed nakedly.This is taboo.Actors are actually the most passive group in this industry.In the face of producers, directors, and officials, many things cannot be decided by oneself.Even at the height of Cheng Xirong, there are still occasional feelings of powerlessness being pushed away by the general situation.

Let alone just a rookie who just came out of the rivers and lakes.He Yiming is talented, this character is a major disadvantage and will become his hindrance.

Cheng Xirong said to He Yiming: "Give me my bag."

He Yiming was angry, and his brows were frowned: "Who are you ordering?"

Cheng Xirong didn't have the energy to talk nonsense with him, so he turned to look at his assistant: "Do me a favor, that black backpack is on the cabinet."

After getting the bag, Cheng Xirong first checked the inner bag, and found that the ink jade was still there, and there was no problem with the handle, and there was no bump.He relieved himself, took out a card from his bag, and handed it to his assistant: "This is for Director Xie."

The assistant took it in doubt, opened it and glanced at it, his eyes almost fell out of their sockets: "Invitation letter!?! Director Xie can't even get it, how could you have it!?"

He Yiming poked his head out to look curiously, and roared, "Cheng Xirong's memorial service!? Invitation letter? Pan Nanxing, you—"

Cheng Xirong took this by hand when he came out of Ocean City.I don't know how much the assistant prepared for Feng Yi. A lot was scattered on the chest of drawers in the entrance, and some fell into the gaps, only a corner was exposed outside.

Ignoring the shock of those two people, Cheng Xirong paused, and said to the assistant: "You must be lying to say that the heart surgery is okay. But to be honest, I am only weaker than the average person, and I can live and work normally. As for this time... some things happened recently, my mood is not very good, which affects my health. Please pass it on to Director Xie, I will make adjustments as soon as possible so that the shooting will not be affected."

The assistant put the invitation letter into the bag with a cautious attitude, as if enshrining some treasure.He exchanged pleasantries with Cheng Xirong, "Take good care of your health", and left in a hurry.The rest, He Yiming, was still dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to remember to grab the backpack.

Cheng Xirong didn't have the strength to bother him, so he grabbed a few cards from inside and said in a hoarse voice, "You can take one away."

He Yiming's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Cheng Xirong: "And from now on, you will disappear from my eyes."

He Yiming was so excited, he rushed over to hug Cheng Xirong, and gnawed on his head: "Do you have a pen? I'll fill in my name first!"

After turning around, He Yiming ran out to find a pen.The nurse who came in to make the rounds called to his back: "Hey, relatives of the patient! What about the white porridge I asked you to buy for the patient? Where are you going?"

Cheng Xirong wiped the drool off his hair with a quilt, responded to the nurse's inquiry, and asked the nurse to help him buy some food.After the nurse left, he picked up an invitation letter and stared at it silently.A pure black invitation letter with the time printed in red letters: the afternoon after three days.

Three days...wait for three days.

During this time, Xie Zhiying came to see Cheng Xirong in person again, showed him the biography of the character, and signed the contract on the spot.Xie Zhiying finished explaining about the salary, Cheng Xirong stopped him, and said bluntly: "I can accept the salary, I only have two conditions. First, the promotion is based on me."

Xie Zhiying was a little surprised, and then nodded with a smile: "It's good for young people nowadays to be ambitious. But running the announcement will be very hard, you have to be prepared. What about the second one?"

"I want to be able to guarantee the independence of my private life."

Xie Zhiying couldn't hold back her face and was a little embarrassed.

Cheng Xirong tactfully found a reason: "You know, my body is probably at its limit to cope with the shooting. Outside of the scene, I want to have as much rest as possible."

Xie Zhiying stared at his face for a long time, and asked, "Where did you get the invitation?"

Cheng Xirong didn't speak.

Before Xie Zhiying left, his gaze was uncertain: "You really don't look like a rookie who hasn't started in the industry."

I am not.

For the rest of the time, Cheng Xirong forced himself to eat and go for a walk when the night was cool, allowing himself to adapt to this body and create a false illusion of peace for himself.Only sleep is still bad.He was lying in bed, unable to sleep at all.He knows that the consequences of drug dependence are more serious, but there is no way, only drugs can relieve the pain deep in his memory.

The news has been reporting on me, and I can't hide from it.Cheng Xirong simply turned off his mobile phone, and read the script in his free time to study the inner motivation of the characters.

Xie Zhiying's play is called "Ours", and Cheng Xirong's role is called Bai Ze, a thin and thin man with red lips and white teeth, and a thin frame.Pan Nanxing's image is very consistent with the original, but this character is actually very unflattering.In the expression of film and television effects, the appearance of an image and its interior should be unified.A thin image will be correspondingly weaker in terms of aura and personality.

Shots of multiple people are easily suppressed and reduced to a background board.Even if Cheng Xirong is good at controlling the field, he can't act too much.Otherwise, it will not match the image of the camera, and it will be difficult to match the scene.

On the other hand, in youth dramas, fans may be sunny, handsome and energetic sports students, or taciturn, domineering and arrogant school bullies.But it will definitely not be a thin and weak chicken that can't run 1000 meters.

Now it depends on how Xie Zhiying plans to change the script.Cheng Xirong can only start from the details, so that Bai Ze's internal motivation and external image can be separated naturally, and dig out a more three-dimensional and full image from the depth.Pan Nanxing has a good image, and with his own acting skills, it is still possible to explode.

He was thinking about the possible direction of the new script, and three days passed quickly. #####

The address written on the invitation letter was Rongyang Hotel, and the time was two o'clock in the afternoon.Cheng Xirong took a taxi and told the driver that the destination was Hualin Jiayuan.It was still early, and he could still meet the person he most wanted to see.

He bought two houses in Hualin Jiayuan.For a period of time, he was a little dazed during filming, tense, anxious, unable to relax, and neither smoking nor drinking helped.A senior in the circle took him to see the house, and he vented and bought two types of apartments, one large and one small, the large one was recorded in the name of his parents, and the small one was given to Feng Yi who had just debuted.

At that time, in order to express his sincere feelings, he directly wrote Feng Yi's name, and he didn't even keep a key.Later, Feng Yi secretly sold the apartment and took the money to join a film crew.That seemed to be the first time Feng Yi showed resistance to Cheng Xirong, but unfortunately Cheng Xirong didn't see it, and only paid attention to the production of that drama.

"It's too bad, how did you choose?"

This is his evaluation of Feng Yi.

On the contrary, my parents have been living there for more than ten years, and there have been countless new buildings in City A, and they did not agree to change to a new house.Cheng Xirong calmed down for a few days, and felt that today was the best state, so he mustered up the courage to come here to meet his parents.

But this is all fiction.He saw the scarlet anti-theft door open a crack, and his mother's old and decayed face was displayed in front of him.Her whole body was emaciated, her hair was all white, her eyes were dirty and cloudy, red and swollen.His heart was still tight, and he couldn't stand still due to the pain.

Cheng Xirong raised his hand to support the wall, and the invitation letter in his hand fell to the ground.

Mother looked down at the black card, and tears filled her red eyes again.She turned her head and wiped it, and said in a low voice, "Son, you—"

Trembling, Cheng Xirong took out the medicine from his pocket, panted and asked, "Yes, can you give me a sip of water?"

It took Cheng Xirong a long time to calm down.He should thank Pan Nanxing for his bad heart, so he was not kicked out, and now he has the opportunity to sit on his parents' sofa.The medicine box and water cup were placed on the coffee table, and next to them were the health products he asked his assistant to send back last month.He propped up his knees, picked up the bottle and shook it. There was still a lot of it, and they didn't eat much.

Mother came out from the room with a pillow in her hand.She had regained her composure, and handed the pillow to Cheng Xirong: "Put it behind your waist, you will feel more comfortable."

Cheng Xirong put the health products back in place: "Sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you."

Mother shook her head: "No one has come here yet, you are the first."

Cheng Xirong used an old excuse: "Teacher Cheng told me before—I forgot to introduce myself. I am a student funded by Teacher Cheng. My name is Pan Nanxing."

"If you want to send him, you should go to the address on the invitation letter."

Cheng Xirong shook his head: "Teacher Cheng has helped me a lot, and now I want to do... more practical things. I just want to see his parents."

"You have a heart. We are okay. His father just fell asleep, so he won't wake him up to see you."

Cheng Xirong twisted his index finger and ring finger, swallowed, stood up, walked to the wall calendar, and wrote Pan Nanxing's number on it: "This is my contact information. No matter what you need, you must call me. I won't Shut down."

Mother said politely: "Thank you."

Cheng Xirong slowly put the cap back on the pen and asked, "Can I go to Teacher Cheng's room to have a look?"

Mother did not agree.

Cheng Xirong pursed his lips: "I lent a book to Teacher Cheng before. I borrowed it from the library. I need to return it to the school."

Only then did his mother reluctantly lead him in: "Don't mess up his room. He doesn't like others to touch his things."

Cheng Xirong entered his room and took out a copy of "The Crowd" from the bookcase.When he turned around, he knocked off an iron box on the cabinet, the lid was thrown open, and the contents inside were scattered all over the place, all of which were keys.

Cheng Xirong hurriedly squatted down to pick it up. At this time, someone walked in from the outside. The first thing they saw was men's leather shoes and a carbon fiber walking stick.Cheng Xirong looked up along his trousers and saw Feng Yi's face.Compared with him that night, he was even more haggard and embarrassed, with dull eyes and pale lips.

Mother turned around to greet her and asked, "What's wrong with your feet?"

Feng Yi shook his head: "It's still an old knee injury, it's okay—you, Pan Nanxing? Why are you here?"

Mother explained: "Lu Er took his book."

Cheng Xirong stood up, put the box back to its original place, and read Feng Yi with the book in his arms.Feng Yi also sized him up, the perplexity and doubt in his eyes getting deeper and deeper, closer to a meaningful scrutiny and suspicion.He tightened his fingers, and there was a turbulent voice in his voice: "Come out, I have something to ask you."

Cheng Xirong stood still, but raised his head slightly: "I also have something to tell you. If you still have a conscience, don't...involve uncles and aunts. They shouldn't appear in front of the media. Show off, you One person is enough."

Feng Yi's face turned pale instantly.

"Other than that, there's nothing I can tell you."

Cheng Xirong exhaled, walked past him, and went straight out the door.

It's right to say that he doesn't know Feng Yi, but the two of them have been together for so many years, and he still knows Feng Yi's behavior.He appeared in Hualin Jiayuan just to pick up his parents and go to the scene with him.The last thing Cheng Xirong wanted to see was this kind of result, and he didn't want his protection of his parents to be terminated at this moment.

When going downstairs, Cheng Xirong keenly noticed that there were more people squatting around.Now Feng Yi is the core figure in this accident, his every move is under the surveillance of the media, what he did and who he met are all exposed to the public's attention.

It is impossible for him not to know this.He could have had his assistant pick up his parents.But he must come in person, so that the media can write newsletters and his personality can be fuller.From deep love to long love, being kind to the parents of same-sex couples, being filial for the deceased lover...

There is simply too much room to play.

Cheng Xirong found a gazebo and sat down. After waiting for half an hour, he saw Feng Yi coming out of the apartment building alone.Those long guns and short cannons were activated in an instant, and he made a short stop before getting into the car because of a leg injury.It won't be long before major portal websites will post his full-face photo on their front page headlines.

The look of being hurt by love.Heartbroken.Pretend to be calm and strong.Hold up all appearances alone.Disgusting illusion.

It's better than him bringing his parents into the public eye and making them take on more unnecessary responsibilities.

Cheng Xirong heaved a sigh of relief, and only then did he have the mind to do the next thing.He opened the book and took out the key stuck in the middle.He also took out the Moyu Pixiu from the bag and placed them side by side on the stone bench.This is his future bargaining chip, and now he has it all.

Cheng Xirong looked at the rear of Feng Yi's car, and held the two things in his palms, causing them to sink into the flesh. #####

It's not just about the entertainment industry.Cheng Xirong has been in this industry for 20 years with ups and downs, and the people he has met have already broken through the boundaries of the circle and involved in all walks of life.Looking at it from another angle, Cheng Xirong has come to this point and has been on the altar for so many years, the person he associates with must be in the same position as him.That is to say, it was successful.

The so-called memorial service is actually a serious resource exchange meeting.So many people sharpened their heads and wanted to squeeze in, including Cheng Xirong himself.

Cheng Xirong squatted in front of the Rongyang Hotel for a while to clear his mind.He smiled at the golden signboard of "Rongyang", feeling all this is really ironic.Feng Yi and Zhou Sheng got together and killed himself.Then he held a memorial service for himself and chose it in the hotel under Zhou Sheng's name.

Now he has to take over the resources and contacts he has accumulated for 20 years.Why did he take over all the good things?

Cheng Xirong laughed so hard that his chest felt tight, he stood up and patted the non-existent ashes on his buttocks.As soon as he turned around, he saw He Yiming coming towards him.To be honest, Cheng Xirong hid from him for three days and was already tired of dealing with this young man who was too energetic.

He chattered endlessly, asking all the things he was puzzled or interested in, and there was not a quarter of an hour of silence.

Seeing that He Yiming's pace quickened, Cheng Xirong immediately turned around.He walked quickly with his head buried, and bumped into a man standing in the middle of the road without warning.

Another tall, broad man.Pan Nanxing's small body was about to be bounced off, Cheng Xirong instinctively stretched out his hand to grab a handful, and grabbed one of his arms.That person reacted quickly, he stretched out his hands to wrap around Cheng Xirong's back, and hugged him to his chest.

He is a real person, afraid that he would fly out, so he put in a lot of effort.

Cheng Xirong was strangled, patted the man on the shoulder, and pointed at his own throat.The man looked over blankly, then let go of his hand belatedly, and took a step back.Cheng Xirong looked up at the other party, with narrow and long eyes raised up, the pupils were very light in color, between brown and orange.He wears a baseball cap backwards, and pulls his long hair back to cover his neck.

Coincidentally, I know you.

Cheng Xirong blurted out, "Fu Zhou?"

Finally, a crack appeared on the iceberg face of the other party, with hesitation and hesitation in his eyes, he tilted his head slightly and asked, "You know me? Who are you?"

Cheng Xirong dragged his arm forward and said, "I've heard Mr. Cheng talk about it."

Fu Zhou frowned: "Which Teacher Cheng? I don't know any Teacher Cheng."

Cheng Xirong: "Cheng Xirong. He said that you have a good notebook in hand, and recommended that I contact you to try it out—let's go there first."

Behind him, He Yiming scratched his head, turned around boringly, and headed for the main entrance of the hotel.Cheng Xirong let go of Fu Zhou and leaned against the pillar to breathe.

Fu Zhou is a professional director. He worked as a screenwriter for several years halfway and wrote a well-known web drama.Apart from his unique eyes and signature long hair, that's all Cheng Xirong knows about him.The reason why I know each other is that two months ago, Fu Zhou took a notebook to find himself.

This book is a supernatural theme, telling the story of a man who can leave his body and partner with a hot policewoman to solve the case.The book is well written, from the setting of the characters to the reversal of the climax of the plot, it is perfect.The story has hatred and kindness, passion, humor and tenderness.Cheng Xirong finished reading in one sitting, and was so excited that he smoked in circles in the room and didn't sleep all night.

It's a pity that Fu Zhou couldn't give the price Cheng Xirong asked for.Cheng Xirong wanted to buy the book and make the film himself, but he didn't agree.Cheng Xirong expressed his regret, recommended several actors to him, and helped him promote this book in the circle by the way.After that, he stopped paying attention to the young man.

Fu Zhou stood in front of him, blocking out the sunlight and casting only a shadow.His tone was cold and a little aggressive: "Do you know Cheng Xirong? Who are you?"

Cheng Xirong took a deep breath and asked, "Students that Mr. Cheng has funded—how is the preparation of your play going now?"

Fu Zhou was silent, and said concisely: "No."

Cheng Xirong looked at him strangely.

Fu Zhoucai added wearily: "I wrote it based on Cheng Xirong's prototype, but he didn't accept it."

...I can't pick it up either... The status of a coffee is a false thing, but it does exist.Cheng Xirong can't mess up his own market, otherwise how will he choose films and negotiate salary in the future?

Cheng Xirong withdrew his gaze and looked at the ground: "He wanted to buy it, but you refused—now you can't wait any longer."

Fu Zhou's breathing choked, and at that moment, Cheng Xirong had the illusion that he was about to cry.

Cheng Xirong straightened his body and patted his arm, with some comforting meaning: "An invitation letter?"

Fu Zhou lowered his head and shook.

Cheng Xirong: "Give me a pen."

Fu Zhou didn't respond at first, his thin eyes looked ruthless and indifferent, and the tip of his eyes extended upwards like a knife carving, stiff and isolated.The next second, he watched Cheng Xirong take out a black card from his bag, and he was stunned.Cheng Xirong shook the invitation letter in front of him: "Come back to your senses—the card is for you, with one condition, you must stay by my side after entering."

Fu Zhou immediately took a step forward, almost touching Cheng Xirong.

……

It's a bit too much to be honest.

Only then did Cheng Xirong lead Fu Zhou in.Feng Yi thought a lot, and even put two security checks at the door.Fortunately, Fu Zhou followed, otherwise, with Pan Nanxing's white face and tender teeth, the staff would suspect that his invitation letter was picked up while playing on the side of the road.

Everyone present was dressed in formal attire, men in suits or tuxedos, women in dresses, with well-arranged makeup and hair.Cheng Xirong wore a white T-shirt and jeans, and looked at the baseball cap beside him, the two of them looked out of place together.Fu Zhou looked at the surrounding environment.Cheng Xirong was calm, and went up the spiral staircase, going straight from the direction of the hall on the second floor.

He is very familiar with Rong Yang.Before finding out that Zhou Sheng was Feng Yi's cheating partner, Cheng Xirong often came here.He likes the sauerkraut fish cooked by the master chef, and if he doesn't leave City A, he will come to eat it once in ten and a half months.A little longer, Zhou Sheng was his boss, and he earned half of the money for Zhou Sheng.

Cheng Xirong smiled and shook his head slightly.

Fu Zhou looked over with questioning eyes, but his facial features remained cold and unchanged.Without opening his mouth, he just looked at Cheng Xirong directly and waited quietly for an answer.

This man's eyes can speak.Cheng Xirong pretended he didn't understand.

Two people entered the hall.Fortunately, Feng Yi didn't have a huge black and white headshot to hang on the wall, which made Cheng Xirong heave a sigh of relief.The time has come, people scattered in twos and threes are chatting, and media people are ready to go with long guns and short cannons.Cheng Xirong was in it, a little dazed.

Fu Zhou gave him a hand, tugged at his wrist, and led him to the dining table like a child, with his jaw raised.

Cheng Xirong couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm not here for the buffet."

Fu Zhou said in a muffled voice: "Your complexion is not good, very pale. Here are some iced drinks." #####

10

Fu Zhou's face was sincere, and he didn't seem to be joking at all: "Drink a drink to cool off the heat."

The wry smile in the corner of Cheng Xirong's eyes gradually froze, and he felt a trace of heat coming from his wrist inappropriately.Fu Zhou's hand was very thin, and when he was holding him, the veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible.But his palm was extremely hot, close to... a burning temperature.

He died in an explosion, and Cheng Xirong didn't like anything with high temperature.

It's a pity that I can't break free.

The irritability in Cheng Xirong's heart rose again: "Who in this place can drink? You look back."

Fu Zhou replied seriously: "I'm not of age, so it's not good to drink alcohol?"

Cheng Xirong: "...I am 19 years old."

Fu Zhou was startled: "I thought you were sixteen or seven, a high school student! Look at you—"

He raised his hand, gestured on the top of Cheng Xirong's head, then slid parallel to his chin, and finished the rest of the sentence: "Can you still grow tall at the age of 19?"

Cheng Xirong: "...let me go."

Fu Zhou let go of his hand, and Cheng Xirong immediately turned and walked forward.Fu Zhou still followed him closely, always keeping a half-step distance, no more, no less.Cheng Xirong turned his head and saw his cold and indifferent face, and also at his tense limbs and stiff back, his anger dissipated immediately, only amused.

There are really such people who are separated from the outside and the inside, who are completely different from each other, so far away.

Cheng Xirong shook his head and murmured in a low voice, "What a stick."

The voice fell, and the hall fell silent.The two turned their heads in the direction of the podium together, and saw Feng Yi walking up slowly and with difficulty while supporting his cane.

Fu Zhou: "When did he become lame?"

Cheng Xirong replied casually: "What happened to Wei Ya before."

Two years ago, Wia was stuck on the machine, and the angle turned. When he was photographed against the wall, he pushed his knee against the wall.At that time, he was diagnosed with a comminuted fracture of the patella, and Cheng Xirong told him to quit his job and take a good rest, but he refused to listen, and finished filming the rest of the scenes with a plaster cast.

As a result, he did not recover well in the later period, leaving sequelae, and his leg was easily sore and tired.In rainy and cold weather, he had to take painkillers to fall asleep.

Then three nights ago, he got drunk and knelt on the floor once.

Fu Zhou let out an "oh", then paused and said, "I thought he was out for a show of bitterness."

Cheng Xirong's throat got stuck, his breathing stopped for two seconds, and he said in a low voice, "Maybe it is."

But when Cheng Xirong left that day, seeing how he was kneeling, he didn't do anything in the end.

Feng Yi stood still on the stage, pursed his chapped and pale lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you to everyone present. I brought everyone here today to give you... an explanation. There are too many news these days Yes, the more guesses, the farther away from the truth. This is rude, it is an infringement, and it is also a kind of trouble. I, we, all of us, hope that Cheng Xirong can go quietly."

There was an uproar in the arena.

Feng Yi raised his hand to cover his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he put down his hand, his eyes were already red.

"Yes. Cheng Xirong died at 11:47 p.m. on the [-]th after rescue efforts failed."

"The accident was not caused by human beings. My colleagues and I asked a special organization to do on-site verification. The cause was that the fixed point of the blaster fell off naturally, causing the blasting point to deviate. On the same day, Cheng Xirong's stand-in actor fell ill, and at the same time, because of the needs of the camera, it was necessary to capture Cheng Xirong Rong’s facial close-up, so Cheng Xirong took the photo directly. Life is equal, and we don’t want to see any accident happen to anyone.”

"The dead rest in peace. I hope that friends from the media and all fans who love Cheng Xirong can deal with this news calmly. I hope you can calm down and let him go quietly to a peaceful and peaceful place."

"What Cheng Xirong cared most about before his death was the public's discovery of his private life. Here, I beg you to grant him this wish and not disturb his family and friends. Like the stalking incident this morning, I hope to affect this So far. Those are his true loves, the people he worked hard to protect during his lifetime, please leave a piece of peace.”

Cheng Xirong's breath was stagnant, he grabbed the nearest thing, and clenched it tightly with all his strength.Fu Zhou let out a muffled "hmm" and suppressed his voice: "It hurts so much when you pinch me!"

Fu Zhou opened his fingers and showed him the deep crescent indentation on his arm: "Why are you pinching me?"

Cheng Xirong's body was solemn, his whole body seemed to be covered with frost, and there was a gloomy look between his brows and eyes.Fu Zhou opened his mouth, took back the rest of the words, and put his wrist between Cheng Xirong's fingers.

Cheng Xirong was unconscious, staring at the man on the podium, breathing very lightly and carefully.

Feng Yi took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and continued: "Thank you to everyone here. At the same time, I want to explain some unfinished matters during Cheng Xirong's lifetime. I will continue to do for him the charity projects he cares about. This Among them-"

"Excuse me--"

The clear and bright voice interrupted Feng Yi's speech, and it sounded in the quiet hall, suddenly and startlingly.All eyes gathered and fell on Cheng Xirong, sizing him up in surprise.Fu Zhou frowned slightly, but he didn't stop him, he just straightened his back and moved closer to him.

Cheng Xirong: "Excuse me, what position and identity do you use to arrange Cheng Xirong's funeral?"

No one expected such a change, not even the media thought of raising such a question.

We all know the relationship between Cheng Xirong and Feng Yi, but this is a sensitive topic by default, and they have never given a positive answer.When they were doing shows in the early years, some people asked ambiguously.Later, there is not much difference between asking and not asking.

They lived together, entered and exited together, and kissed like no one else was there.Facing the camera, Cheng Xirong praised Feng Yi's strengths without hesitation, saying that he is the best treasure in the world, and no one else can match him.Feng Yi doesn't shy away from it, and expresses his love for Cheng Xirong directly. Whenever he mentions his bad habits, he has a helpless expression of pampering.

If there is substance, it is only one name short.

Feng Yi looked over the crowd and, like everyone else, watched for a long time: "As a partner. I have known him for 11 years, and we confirmed our relationship eight years ago. Many people have asked me in the past eight years. Now I Answer this question head-on. Cheng Xirong and I are partners and lovers."

Cheng Xirong: "Then do you love him?"

"Love."

"Will you betray him?"

Feng Yi gritted his teeth, and could see his slightly protruding cheeks because of his excitement.After a few hesitation, he said: "I love him, and I will not betray him."

Cheng Xirong smiled shallowly, his eyes softened, and the sharpness and pressure around him were put away, just like a real sheep.White and tender, well-behaved.

"Then, do you have his will in your hand?" #####

11

The atmosphere was dry and hot, and there was commotion in the hall.

Cheng Xirong's eyes fell lightly on Feng Yi, but there was no real point.He seemed to be looking in that direction, at that person.But it's just as if.His smile deepened a little, crossed a certain critical point, and showed a gloomy look.

With the non-aggressive and gentle facial features, they are intertwined into a strange feeling.

Feng Yi almost didn't hold back, his voice raised a few tunes: "What do you mean?"

Cheng Xirong repeated: "Does the will he made two years ago belong to you?"

It was after Feng Yi's Wia went wrong that Cheng Xirong asked the director for the video at that time.He watched it many times, until he felt chills all over his body, and his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold the water glass.

At that time, Feng Yi was shot towards the wall, and a steel bar was crossed in front of him.Feng Yi pressed his knees against the wall, and when he stopped, the