Perfect Two

A steel bar barely scratched the skin on his chest.

If it was a little bit worse, Feng Yi would be pierced through the chest by that steel bar.

Watching helplessly as Feng Yi slid towards the steel bar uncontrollably, while he was powerless outside the screen.This anxiety tormented Cheng Xirong for a long time.That was the first time he felt death was beside him.No matter what your social status, no matter how much wealth you have, you cannot resist death.

Cheng Xirong went to notarize the will and divided all his property into two parts.One is left to the parents and the other is given to Feng Yi.

Feng Yi didn't know.Cheng Xirong didn't tell him, or rather, he didn't have time to tell him.

There was a dead silence in the meeting hall, Cheng Xirong reported a mobile phone number: "You try to call him now."

Feng Yi showed resistance, but for a moment, it disappeared soon.With the knife resting on his neck, everyone was waiting for him to make this call and for a follow-up explanation.The assistant brought up a hand, and Feng Yi rubbed his fingers on the screen for a long time before unlocking the dial pad.

The mobile phone turned on the loudspeaker, and everyone present could hear clearly that the other party was a lawyer.

"Mr. Cheng Xirong notarized the will in our company, and I will be responsible for the registration and custody. Mr. Feng, do you need to publish the content of the will now?"

Feng Yi swallowed, looked at the reporter on the opposite side, and replied, "Yes."

"The beneficiary of Mr. Cheng's insurance is his parents. At the same time, he roughly divides the assets under his name into three categories. First, the income from the sale of fixed assets is put together with his bank deposits, divided into two parts, and one part is kept. Give it to parents, and donate the other to charity. 50.00. 50.00% of the investment shares and dividends will be transferred to parents, and [-]% will be used to set up film awards to encourage new actors. [-]. The scripts and copyrights he purchased in recent years, Leave it to the person holding the token."

After the lawyer finished speaking in one breath, the hall was silent for a long time.Feng Yi waited for a long time, then asked, "No more?"

The lawyer said: "The main thing is these. For the sake of privacy, I can't go into too much detail on this occasion. When it comes to the specific distribution of the estate, I will discuss it in detail with the above-mentioned people and institutions."

Feng Yi held the cane, his knuckles turned blue and white, and his lips were bloodless: "Holding a token... what does it mean?"

The lawyer asked with concern: "Mr. Feng, did Mr. Cheng leave you any jade?"

Feng Yi shook his head blankly, only later realized that the other party couldn't see, and added: "No."

The lawyer was full of regret: "Sorry, this third article is not aimed at you. This will... has nothing to do with you, Mr. Feng."

Cheng Xirong felt the coolness and softness of the ink jade Pixiu in his palm, and his voice became calmer, and he said, "Now, what position do you still use to deal with Cheng Xirong's affairs?"

There was chaos.All the media reporters were blown away, and they couldn't care about the occasion anymore, and couldn't keep solemn and quiet.The flashing lights were frequent, and quite a few of them were aimed at Cheng Xirong, and some even approached him with cameras on their shoulders.

Cheng Xirong stood there unconsciously, turned around, and looked at the media in the back row.Until the line of sight was blocked by a slender hand.Fu Zhou covered his eyes with one hand, and took his upper arm with the other hand. While pulling him to the side, he bent down and said, "Close, be careful not to blink."

Only then did Cheng Xirong feel his eyes sour, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.He didn't want to cry, seeing Feng Yi in such a mess, it was too late for him to laugh.The tears are purely physical, the lights are too harsh.With this thought in mind, Cheng Xirong moved his feet mechanically in the chaos.

There is a side door in the meeting hall, which is connected to a corridor, which is a safe passage, and no one usually goes there.Cheng Xirong grabbed Fu Zhou's hand, wiped his eyes, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "Wait, why are you running?"

Fu Zhou stopped stiffly, looked back at the long corridor, and said in a muffled voice, "Oh, I'm afraid you will be torn apart and eaten by those reporters——I'm sorry, I accidentally treated you as a minor again... ..."

Cheng Xirong: "...Okay, it's none of your business. The venue is in such a mess, you can go."

Fu Zhou suddenly turned to the other side, facing the direction he came from.Cheng Xirong looked over, and it was Feng Yi who followed.Feng Yi's mood at this moment...Cheng Xirong didn't quite understand it, and couldn't imagine it.They had never been on opposite sides before.There was never betrayal either.

Feng Yi quickened his pace when he was three meters away, gritted his molars and shouted, "Don't go! Who are you!? Why do you know so much?"

Fu Zhou blocked him, pushed his chest with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Say back if you have something to say."

Feng Yi completely lost control.He has played the gentle and good gentleman for so many years, magnanimous, tolerant, and doting.All the positive images finally shattered after the announcement of the will.

Fu Zhou dodged for a while, grabbed his cane with his backhand, and hesitated for a moment: "Do I count as bullying the disabled?"

Cheng Xirong: "...you—"

Fu Zhou said to himself, "You did it first."

He hit Feng Yi's elbow and easily snatched the stick away.The cane was shaken in the hand, and it felt quite comfortable, and then it was directly drawn on Feng Yi's knee - the leg that had no old injury.The movement was done in one go, and Feng Yi fell down in response.

Fu Zhou threw back his stick and said sincerely, "I said, back off."

Cheng Xirong was dumbfounded, and let Fu Zhou pull him away.It wasn't until he got out of the long corridor and stepped into the elevator that Cheng Xirong came back to his senses: "Why did you hit him?"

Fu Zhou: "I'm defending you. He will tear you into pieces more than those reporters."

"Why for me?"

Fu Zhou took it for granted: "You give me the invitation letter, and I will follow you. Isn't this your plan?"

Would anyone plan to get beaten themselves?This mallet...

Cheng Xirong raised his hand and rubbed his face, let out a breath, and adjusted his emotions: "Then start now, there is no plan."

Fu Zhou shrugged, took off his hat and smoothed his hair, then put the hat on again.As a result, as soon as he turned around, Cheng Xirong saw He Yiming rushing towards him at a speed of [-] meters.

Cheng Xirong grabbed Fu Zhou's waist: "Wait, I'd better go with you first." #####

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At least Fu Zhou wasn't so noisy. Quietness was too important to Cheng Xirong at this time.But human curiosity will not end, only the difference between more and less, and self-control ability.When waiting for the second red light, Fu Zhou turned his head to look at Cheng Xirong on the co-pilot.

"What's the matter with you? Have a grudge against Feng Yi?"

Cheng Xirong leaned on the back of the chair, holding his backpack, his tired face was reflected in the car window: "I don't want to answer."

Fu Zhou tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips: "Then why are you in my car?"

Cheng Xirong almost choked on his own saliva, and finally looked back at Fu Zhou.Fu Zhou's appearance is very characteristic, his pupils are pale, with a sense of distance, and his eyes are sharp in shape, showing indifference and bluntness.Nowadays, it is rare for a man to have long hair, even in the showbiz.

The way of speaking is also so... rare.His behavior was even more bizarre, even Feng Yi dared to beat him up.It is no exaggeration to say that he is a clear stream.

Cheng Xirong exhaled, picked it up and responded with one sentence: "I want to discuss that supernatural script with you."

Fu Zhou didn't even have time to catch his breath, and his attitude was firm and straightforward: "I refuse."

Cheng Xirong simply sat sideways, facing Fu Zhou, looking at his deep profile profile: "Why? You don't want to keep thinking that Cheng Xirong can come back to life, do you?"

Fu Zhou's expression was gloomy.The red light turned to green, and he didn't change gears and step on the accelerator until the car behind him honked his horn to urge him.He replied sullenly: "Anyway, no."

"Such a good book, are you willing to throw it in your hand? In fact, the book has been revised a little bit, and Yang Xiulin has been promoted as the male lead. From his point of view—"

Fu Zhou was startled and angry: "Have you seen it?!"

Cheng Xirong clutched his thumping chest and swallowed: "Can you stop being surprised-I haven't seen it, but Cheng Xirong told me about it. You can't afford him, can't you?" ? He refused to let others be the producer, so he thought how he could get the show. The best way is to weaken his role, change the male lead, and he will make a cameo for you."

This is of course nonsense.Before meeting Fu Zhou this time, Cheng Xirong never had this idea.Fu Zhou's original script is perfect, and the perspective is cut in place, no matter how you adjust it, it will be tasteless.But he also said that this play was written based on Cheng Xirong, which has a specific direction.Now the "Cheng Xirong" in his heart is gone, and any other person would not be able to satisfy him.

That can only change this role.

Fu Zhou parked the car on the side of the road, pulled up the handbrake, and took out a cigarette to light it.

Cheng Xirong reminded him: "I can't smell the smoke."

Fu Zhou let out an "oh", got out of the car and squatted on the shoulder of the road, smoking a cigarette silently.When he came back, he didn't get into the car, he went straight to the co-pilot and stood still, with his hands on the roof of the car, bent down and looked at Cheng Xirong in the car.

"I should actually ask, who are you?"

Hammer... just remembered this question?

Cheng Xirong repeated: "I am a student supported by Cheng Xirong."

Fu Zhou shook his head, in disbelief: "It's just like that? Then why do you seem... a little too familiar with his affairs."

Cheng Xirong pursed his lips: "He often chats with me."

"Why didn't he find me?"

Cheng Xirong: "...do you know each other very well?"

The corner of Fu Zhou's mouth twitched, he turned and leaned against the carriage, and put a cigarette between his teeth.No smoking, just standing there in a daze.

From this angle, Cheng Xirong could see the looming muscle lines on his arms, and if he tilted his head, he could see his... chest muscles hidden under his T-shirt.Cheng Xirong withdrew his gaze and turned his gaze to the car.In the blink of an eye, he caught a glimpse of a small notch on the storage box in front of him.

At first it seemed familiar, Cheng Xirong stretched out his hand to touch it, his whole body seemed to be electrified.He pushed Fu Zhou aside through the car door, got out of the car and walked around to the front to look at the license plate before he was struck by lightning: "Where did you get this car from?"

Fu Zhou answered vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth, "I bought it."

"Where did you buy it?"

The car is an old Buick LaCrosse, which looks quite old.In fact, when the LaCrosse was first launched, Cheng Xirong mentioned one to Feng Yi.Feng Yi didn't accept it, and he didn't drive it very often, so the car was kept under the company building to occupy the free parking space.Later, the assistant wanted to flirt with a student girl, so she borrowed the car and drove it for a while.When the assistant got engaged to the student girl, Cheng Xirong drank two more glasses of wine to get excited, and promised to give them the car on the spot.

Cheng Xirong asked, "He Sanna?"

His assistant in Zhou Sheng's name is He Shan, whose name is not easy to pronounce, everyone calls him He San.Later, I heard that he became an agent, got ahead under Zhou Sheng, and changed his house and car.

Cheng Xirong and Fu Zhou looked at each other for a long time, saw the pair of light-colored pupils dilated a little, and the answer came out.Both of them are not very good, and they have made up for the drama in their hearts, which can be called turbulent waves and cannot be calmed down.

"You... for what purpose?"

"How did you know?"

The two spoke at the same time.Cheng Xirong answered first: "There is a notch here, which Cheng Xirong himself poked with a knife."

Fu Zhou's reaction was even bigger: "You know!?"

"The crux of the matter is that you are... not collecting Cheng Xirong's things, are you?"

Fu Zhou bent down again and looked at Cheng Xirong.He put down the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, his narrow and indifferent eyes looked a little empty, but his words were heavy, and he knocked out every single word: "Is it not possible?"

Cheng Xirong: "Then do you want to collect me too?"

……

After Cheng Xirong was thrown by the side of the road by Fu Zhou, he regretted that he had said those words.Thinking about it carefully, Fu Zhou is just a young man in his 20s, full of vigor and personality, with his own bottom line and dignity.Moreover, he should not have a good impression of himself now.

Something akin to...jealousy.Or sour.Because I have too much information related to "Cheng Xirong", personal and private.This is what he wanted but never touched.

Cheng Xirong covered his face and sighed, wondering if meeting fanatical fans at such a time was a good thing or a bad thing.

He stood there for a while, watching the Buick drive back again.Fu Zhou parked the car in front of him, and handed out a small box from the window: "Your medicine."

Cheng Xirong stretched out his hand to take it, and Fu Zhou raised the car window before he could say what he had been thinking about for a long time.Then, while Cheng Xirong was dumbfounded, Fu Zhou walked away again.

So, what's the point of me leaving the pill box in his car on purpose?

Cheng Xirong was so angry that his chest felt tight, and he exhaled slowly to let his thoughts flow more smoothly.

In order to slap Feng Yi, he exposed himself to the public in an abnormal way.Next, I will be a topical character, and will continue to be in the vortex for a short time.A single breaking news is not a good starting point, and any possibility of development on this basis is not stable.

Cheng Xirong didn't want to be swept away by the whirlpool.He has his own plans, and he needs a longer and stronger start.Before that, he thought Fu Zhou was a good choice.But being thrown off twice, Cheng Xirong will not give him a third chance.

Cheng Xirong calmed down for a while, then called Xie Zhiying. #####

13

Xie Zhiying showed undisguised surprise at the call, paused before saying, "Xiao Pan? I'm about to call you, are you okay?"

Cheng Xirong greeted him politely, without breaking the etiquette, but also without appearing courteous.It fits the situation, he's a rookie, but he's a rookie with a background.

Xie Zhiying heaved a sigh of relief, and he didn't know if it was true or not, but he said it smoothly and beautifully: "That's good. I won't see you in a blink of an eye. There are so many reporters, I'm still worried that you won't be able to handle it."

Cheng Xirong smiled halfway, and the rest was a proper apology: "I was also worried about this, so I called to ask about the situation. After all, I just signed a contract with the crew, so I don't know if it will affect it? "

At present, there is none. Xie Zhiying's "Ours" is only in the preparatory stage, and has not started to do external publicity work.But going down, the crew began to announce, and the cast was announced. The name "Pan Nanxing" will face the public as the male lead.

This has a positive impact on Xie Zhiying.Because the close relationship between "Pan Nanxing" and Cheng Xirong is what the public is curious about.

It is a godsend opportunity for a small-budget and small-produced school drama to have a connection with Cheng Xirong.What's more, the current situation has been decided. For a long time to come, the public's attention will be focused on Cheng Xirong's life and death.Pan Nanxing, as an "insider" who suddenly appeared, as long as his name appears in the cast list, it is to promote "Our".

Cheng Xirong didn't mind using this topic.His signature is what he has accumulated over the past 20 years. Are all his contacts and reputation given to Feng Yi for nothing?Of course not!Everything about him still belongs to him!The most eye-catching thing is still yourself!

He will take back everything that belongs to "Cheng Xirong".

Xie Zhiying pondered for two seconds before answering, and mentioned the matter of publicity on the side.He had the same idea as Cheng Xirong, but he was not as sure as Cheng Xirong, and he was not sure about "Pan Nanxing"'s attitude towards this matter.

Cheng Xirong replied: "When it comes to publicity, if I need my cooperation, I have to ask the teachers to give some pointers. I am a newcomer, and I am soft-spoken. At least I must abide by the rules."

These words were a promise to Xie Zhiying, and they hit it off immediately, it was a deal.Xie Zhiying said that the publicity and distribution department will contact him to communicate: "If you feel that something is inappropriate, you can tell me. I can still be the master of these things."

Cheng Xirong followed with a smile: "Director Xie can protect me, so I don't have to worry - when will I be able to join the group?"

"It will take another month, and I will let you know when the time comes. Have the school and family communicated?"

"It's summer vacation, and the tutor is not at school. I'll contact you again."

"Do you need me to come forward?"

Cheng Xirong declined: "I'll try to communicate and we can get it done."

Xie Zhiying expressed some concern about "finding me if you have difficulties", before hanging up the phone.He didn't mention the word "Cheng Xirong" from the beginning to the end, and his attitude was natural, which made Cheng Xirong heave a sigh of relief.

The network of relationships in the entertainment circle is intricate, and the forces are always subtle.Feng Yi was brought up by Cheng Xirong, and he can be regarded as a senior in the industry, how many people will come to him to say hello to Cheng Xirong because of his face.Now that he is on Zhou Sheng's boat, he is going up with the tide, with the same momentum.

Zhou Sheng can gather most of the resources in the entertainment circle, if he wants to continue supporting Feng Yi, then Feng Yi's affairs are the most important in the circle.What Cheng Xirong was afraid of was being sold to Feng Yi by Xie Zhiying, so he called to test his attitude.Fortunately, Xie Zhiying was clear about it and didn't do the killing of chickens and eggs.

Compare yourself to a chicken?It really fits the image of Pan Nanxing's chicken cub.

Cheng Xirong took a room at a nearby chain hotel, and after taking a shower, he lay on the bed and watched Pan Nanxing's Weibo.The name is actually "Pan Nanxing 2015".Most of the "forwarding microblogs" are related to the entertainment industry, and there are also some popular science on medical forums. The most recent one is a Reuters photo of Cheng Xirong on the set.

The number of attention is "435", such as Cheng Xirong and Feng Yi are among them, and there are many directors.Cheng Xirong was surprised to see an ID named "Fu Zhou" whose profile picture was a black steering wheel.Pan Nanxing's fans are double digits, and it seems that he is also a fan of his classmates in the Film and Television Academy.

Cheng Xirong changed his Weibo name to "Nanlu" and took away his mobile phone.He forced himself to fall asleep all night. Without medicine, he could only sleep for an hour in a chaotic state when the sky was about to dawn. He was also half dreaming and half awake, feeling that the flame was right next to him.In the morning, he took a cold shower to refresh himself, and went back to school to find his department teacher.

As a result, he bumped into He Yiming who was squatting in the administrative building.Hearing the high-pitched "I guess you're going to find the teacher", Cheng Xirong's forehead hurt, and he didn't even have the strength to turn around and run away.The department teacher pulled He Yiming beside him, and said helplessly, "When will you be able to stabilize your focus?"

Without saying a word, He Yiming jumped up to Cheng Xirong, bent down and stared into his eyes: "Where have you been?"

"Is this related to you?" Cheng Xirong bypassed him and walked towards the department teacher, "Teacher, thank you for directing that play, I—"

Before he could finish speaking, He Yiming grabbed his back by the collar, and he was forced to stop.Cheng Xirong was really angry, and the moment he turned around, he gave him an elbow, hitting his ribs.Pan Nanxing's arm was limp and weak, but with skillful strength, it was enough for He Yiming to lie on the ground in pain for a while.

The formalities for leaving school were successfully completed, except for the groaning and screaming pain in my ears, which was very disturbing.

Cheng Xirong bid farewell to the teacher, and out of the office, He Yiming followed immediately, asking endlessly, "What's the matter with you? You——Pan Nanxing, why do I think you're a little weird now?"

Cheng Xirong pretended to raise his hand, and He Yiming immediately jumped back with his head in his arms, shouting in the corridor: "Okay, okay! Where did you learn this move just to deal with me?"

"Yes. Stay away from me. The first time I warn you, the next time I will directly break your ribs."

He Yiming was stunned, and it took him a long time to catch up again: "Tch~ you can break my ribs? Be tough! By the way, you used to be more obedient, but it's not like this!"

Cheng Xirong's face was indifferent, and the delicate brows showed another kind of indifference: "I've given up on you, of course it's different."

He Yiming opened his mouth and stammered: "Dead... Give up? Who allowed you to give up? You have to be obedient! No, what do you have in mind? Two elders, are you disgusting?"

"You know what Pan Nanxing had in mind in the past. Only you know what you think. Disgusting is also a matter between two people. You can't go anywhere clean!"

After finishing speaking, Cheng Xirong turned around and left. When he got downstairs, he felt palpitations.He had no choice but to sit down on the last step, clutching his chest to breathe.In my impression, Pan Nanxing's health is not that bad. Although he has a bad heart, it is just as he promised to Assistant Xie Zhiying. He is only weak and does not affect his normal life.

How could it be me, with such frequent attacks?How can this body keep up with the rhythm of the crew?

"What are you doing sitting here?"

When He Yiming's voice came from above his head, Cheng Xirong clearly noticed that his heart was shaking violently.

...Is it because the body has not forgotten the nostalgia and love?So you're fighting me?Such a useless body, really... annoyed!

Cheng Xirong didn't say a word.He Yiming went around in front of him, bent down and pulled his arm, and said to the phone: "Okay, this will definitely help. You can ask the senior to send the notebook to my email, and I will have a look at it tonight. I have something to do right now. wait--"

Cheng Xirong was so suppressed that his face turned purple, he raised his head and asked with trembling lips, "What book?" #####

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Cheng Xirong asked for help.He Yiming looked mean and said that Cheng Xirong had a hard mouth.Completely wrong, Cheng Xirong simply closed his eyes and rested, and stopped talking nonsense with him.

He Yiming has always taken pleasure in flirting with Pan Nanxing.It's not for anything else, just seeing Pan Nanxing, a big boy, standing there so shy that his face turns red, he will have a malicious pleasure.Pan Nanxing was emotionally insensitive, only feeling embarrassed and embarrassed, wanting to escape but reluctant.Cheng Xirong, as a bystander, can clearly see He Yiming's expression when examining his memory.

Seeing through his intentions, his little tricks will be completely ineffective and will not work at all.

Seeing that he didn't get up today, He Yiming also felt bored, so he didn't say anything else.The Xiaopingtou who was on the phone with him came to deliver the notebook, and was a little surprised to see Cheng Xirong was there, his eyes turned between the two of them for a long time, and he didn't have the nerve to ask if it was too straightforward.

He Yiming just suffered from Cheng Xirong's failure, and his personal charm was questioned. He was upset and pressed Xiaoping's head: "Look at Mao? What are you doing now, senior?"

"Talking about a play with a few classmates, he told you to go to Ximen to play skewers at night."

"I'm going to find him now."

Cheng Xirong sat up: "I'll go too."

Xiao Pingtou and He Yiming turned their heads together, their faces full of surprise and puzzlement.

Cheng Xirong looked at Xiaopingtou firmly: "Give me the script."

Xiao Pingtou said "oh", and handed over the script in his hand.It was only later that he realized that he held his empty hands and looked at He Yiming in a daze - that was originally for He Yiming!

Cheng Xirong flipped through the script, with a skillful and focused posture, completely different from newcomers who don't often touch scripts.It's a kind of aura, a certain kind of...a taste that distinguishes him from others.He sat on the steps, lowered his head to reveal the two crowns on the top of his head, and a section of white and tender neck, which extended into the T-shirt, with soft lines.

He Yiming licked his lower lip: "Why, do you want to participate?"

Cheng Xirong didn't respond, and continued to flip through the notebook.

He Yiming swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "If you say something nice to me, I—cough, this is the graduation project of the senior director of the director department. It will be judged for awards, and excellent works will be recorded in the textbook..."

Cheng Xirong finally raised his head,

He Yiming's eyes lit up: "How is it?"

Cheng Xirong closed the script with one hand: "I know. I won't act."

He Yiming: "..."

Cheng Xirong: "I'll go and see."

The script is called "Ward", written by a sophomore girl from the screenwriting department. It tells the story of a girl who spent three months in a mixed ward because of a lumbar fracture.Some people were admitted to the hospital, some recovered and discharged, and some people stayed in this place with their lives.She met all kinds of people, experienced despair, saw hope from others, and experienced the ups and downs of the world.

As far as group portrait films are concerned, the writing power of the script is a bit weak.But the advantage is that the characters have distinct personalities, the contrast is large, and the dramatic conflict is strong enough.It depends on whether the director can express these tensions and cover up the flaws in the script.

The director's name is Su Minglin, he is a fleshy boy, his eyes are narrowed into slits, and they are bent at [-] degrees, as if he is smiling.He greeted Cheng Xirong kindly, and asked if he wanted to try a role, and after being rejected, he dragged He Yiming over to chat.

Cheng Xirong twirled his thumb and ring finger, looking at the people in the room.In terms of the characters that have appeared in this script, these few people are far from enough.Unless he intends to let these people cross-dress and play multiple roles by one person.

This is also not so easy to achieve.This requires a clear distinction between different characters, not only in terms of image, but also in terms of lighting, background, composition, color matching, music, etc. to enhance the atmosphere.If the director is weak, it will only make the audience confuse those characters together.

What's more, this requires high acting skills from actors.All the people present are still students, so it may be difficult to find someone who can play two roles.

Cheng Xirong stuck his fingertips together and paused slightly.On the opposite side, Su Minglin was talking to a girl, the girl smiled sweetly, raised her hand to cover her mouth with her finger, with a pretty face.Su Minglin said something again, the girl put down her hands and lowered her head slightly, eyes raised, sweeping away the sweetness before, she was immediately enveloped by a burst of gloom.

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Cheng Xirong's back.The change of face in a second came too suddenly, and there was no defense at all.

Cheng Xirong wanted to call the soy-sauce Xiaopingtou to ask the girl's name, but just as he opened his mouth, Su Minglin stopped him first: "Go to the door and pick someone up for me."

He Yiming sat on the table loudly, and asked, "Who is it?"

Su Minglin looked mysterious: "Your senior's senior. I know I'm going to shoot Bi She, so come and have a look."

Five minutes later, Cheng Xirong looked at Fu Zhou standing in front of him, speechless.He still wears the black baseball cap, but this time the brim is pushed forward, hiding the long pale eyes and revealing only a strong chin.Still a bit of stubble, definitely unshaved in the morning.

Fu Zhou: "...Why are you here?"

Cheng Xirong: "This is my school."

Fu Zhou: "Oh..."

Cheng Xirong asked back, "What are you doing here?"

Fu Zhou took off his hat, and put it on his head to fix his hair as he did the day before.The eyes were exposed, and Cheng Xirong saw that the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and it was a bit strange to put them together with the light-colored pupils.His lips are thin, the bridge of his nose is straight, and the tip of his nose is very narrow, giving him a sharp and sharp feeling.But it is not feminine, and the moment the hair falls down, it is still masculine and tough.

He pressed his hat down, lacking energy, and said casually: "Come and choose a few newcomers."

Coincidentally, I thought the same.

Cheng Xirong immediately became nervous. He also needs new actors now, and he can only find these students who have not graduated.But if they collide with Fu Zhou, the advantages and disadvantages are obvious.Fu Zhou is not very famous, but he has achieved results anyway.There are many directors who have been reported, but there are very few screenwriters who have been nominated and discussed, and Fu Zhou is one of them.

Cheng Xirong has also watched the web drama he wrote, called "No Pearl", which has the best reputation among the Xianxia dramas in recent years.It is also affirmed that the director and actors have a blessing effect, but Fu Zhou has contributed a lot.

With a little thought, you can make a choice.Being with him is much better than following him as a student, not to mention, not long ago, I was still a weakling.

Cheng Xirong pursed his lips, looking wary.Fu Zhou waved his hand and turned to call Su Minglin: "Please pick up the skewers and talk while eating."

Several young people became excited in an instant, and shouted with a smile: "Thank you, senior!" Su Minglin tiptoed and bumped his shoulder: "Haven't you eaten at Ximen's Old Wang's for a long time? You can't leave tonight if you don't get drunk!"

Fu Zhou patted him on the back, and looked back at Cheng Xirong: "You come too."#####

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Needless to say, Fu Zhou, Cheng Xirong will also go together.Of course, Fu Zhou couldn't let Fu Zhou get in touch with that girl first.

The two of them each hid their thoughts, their brows and eyes were restrained, and the atmosphere seemed a little low and depressed.Su Minglin's eyes turned several times on the faces of the two people, but in the end he pretended not to see them, and greeted those who were lagging behind with great interest.

On the contrary, He Yiming got excited and moved closer to Cheng Xirong, wrapped his arm around his neck, and asked while shaking, "When did you know this...senior? Huh? You are getting more and more capable." ! How many more secrets are hidden?"

Cheng Xirong bent his elbow, and just as he made a move, He Yiming blocked it with one hand.The tall and tough boy looked smug: "What? Can I still fail every time?" Cheng Xirong raised his head, his eyes were clear and peaceful, and he was peaceful without wind, waves or ripples.

He Yiming's eyes twitched, and it was too late to let go.

In the next second, Cheng Xirong took a step back with his right foot, bent his knee and bumped into He Yiming's leg.He bent down to escape He Yiming's confinement, grabbed He Yiming's arm and twisted it behind him, and slapped He Yiming on the back of the head by the way: "I can only do one trick?"

The tone is lonely, quite a sense of oppression to teach the younger generation.

He Yiming knelt on one knee, unable to break Cheng Xirong's strength, and roared: "Pan Nanxing! You don't want to live anymore!?"

Cheng Xirong pressed down another three points, and He Yiming's cursing immediately turned into a wail: "Ah, it hurts! It's broken, it's broken! It's going to be broken!"

Cheng Xirong forced him: "Say, you promise to stay two meters away from me in the future, and you will not cross the line or cross the line."

"I can't carry a ruler with me either—ahhh I swear, I swear I'll never touch you again!"

Cheng Xirong just threw him on the ground, and walked forward first.The small accident was covered up by Su Minglin's gag.From the beginning to the end, Fu Zhou kept staring at Cheng Xirong, his narrow and shallow eyes were rare and deep, with a thick and heavy emotion.

He bent down to Cheng Xirong's ear, and whispered, "You——don't leave after dinner, let's talk."

Cheng Xirong laughed lightly, even scorn was casual, and he ignored him.

A group of people walked to the west gate of the school and set up two square tables outside the gate of "Lao Wang BBQ".The two girls sat down first, and Cheng Xirong took a corner next to the short-haired girl.

He Yiming rolled his eyes twice, and slipped to Cheng Xirong's side. He hooked his feet on the low stool and was dragged aside by his collar before he could stand still.He Yiming yelled twice, looked back, and saw that the hat senior who was the host had already sat down firmly, looked up at him, and said coldly and forcefully: "How can you guarantee it? Just stay."

He Yiming was stunned.Embarrassed along with it was Su Minglin, who licked his lips halfway through saying "Senior, come and sit here" and replaced it with "Come here, Yiming, let me talk about a play with you".

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly got out of control. The remaining four boys looked at each other and hesitated for a long time before sitting down tentatively.On the contrary, Cheng Xirong and Fu Zhou were calm and composed, with no flaws in their expressions.

Su Minglin scratched his head and ordered a cold beer first.Cheng Xirong turned sideways slightly, and asked the short-haired girl beside him, "What drink?"

"Give him a drink, too."

Fu Zhou raised his chin, indicating the direction of Cheng Xirong.

The first time the conversation was interrupted, Cheng Xirong suppressed his heart and anger, turned his head, and emphasized word by word: "I'm an adult. Do I need to show you my ID card?"

Fu Zhou: "Do you need a mirror? Do you want to see your face now?"

Cheng Xirong was stunned.

Fu Zhou showed a little inquiry: "I'm very surprised, why do you seem to know nothing about your own body?"

It's not like... it's really not understanding.Speaking of which, he is lucky enough, he has no experience of being injured while filming.After living for more than thirty years, apart from the last fatal burn, the most serious illness he encountered was fever, the number of times he could count on one hand.

Cheng Xirong has no idea about heart disease.He has taken over this body for a few days, and the uncomfortable state has continued, and it has never disappeared, but it is more like a normal state.His spirit was tense, and the string in his heart could not be relaxed. The result of his high concentration was that his perception ability in other aspects was weakened.

He really didn't realize that there was anything wrong with him at this time.

Fu Zhou paused: "Your expression...don't look at me like that."

Cheng Xirong touched his face, but for a moment he couldn't tell how ugly his face was, nor what his expression was.The only certainty is that I can't go on like this.He is too impatient, "Cheng Xirong" is suitable for fast-paced and high-intensity work, which can make him feel excited and maintain unlimited motivation.

But now, I am Pan Nanxing.It is a better way to slowly figure it out.

Cheng Xirong lowered his head and rubbed his forehead, picked up ice coke and poured it on the two girls.The other party's interest was obviously not in him, and they had a heated discussion around the topic of "Ward".Su Minglin really planned to have one actor play two roles, and asked Fu Zhou what he thought.

Fu Zhou had an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and a can of beer in his hand: "The sword is slanted. Achievement is success, and failure is scolded. There is no possibility in the middle."

He took down the cigarette and added: "You can try it."

Su Minglin and a few young actors got excited, added two grilled fish, and directly took out the script to start discussing.It took nearly four hours for a meal, and at the end of the show, everyone dropped a dozen beer bottles under their feet—Cheng Xirong's short-haired girls drank those.

Su Minglin raised his eyes and asked: "Senior, why don't you go to our dormitory for a night?"

When Fu Zhou came back from paying the bill, he walked steadily, but his light-colored pupils were brighter and glistening, so he could tell that he had drunk: "No need. He, Pan Nanxing sent me back. He didn't drink."

He Yiming wanted to hook Cheng Xirong again, but Fu Zhou was quick-sighted, pulled Cheng Xirong to his side, and gave him a warning look.He Yiming still didn't give up, Fu Zhou pushed Cheng Xirong behind his back, and said solemnly: "Mine. I collected it."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Who said he was sober?Hope the alcohol has the effect of erasing memory.It's so hard to find an excuse to explain such a...delicate matter.

As a last resort, Cheng Xirong dragged Fu Zhou away to find his Buick under the astonished gaze of the crowd.

As soon as the car was mentioned... Cheng Xirong looked sideways at the man beside him, and belatedly thought, "This man, he must be a illegitimate child, right?"

It just so happened that Fu Zhou turned his head, stared at it for two seconds with a frown, and suddenly pushed Cheng Xirong into the car.He himself sat in, rubbed his face, and continued to stare.

Cheng Xirong made his back feel hairy, and moved back a bit, trying to find a chance to open the door and escape.

The central lock made a soft sound and the doors locked.

Cheng Xirong's scalp exploded, and the pain engraved in his bones swept over him, and his hands began to tremble.The oxygen in the closed compartment was thin, and breathing was choked by invisible hands, making it very difficult.

Fu Zhou stretched out his hand, brushed away a strand of hair from his forehead, and said in a low voice, "You really look like him, Cheng Xirong." #####

16

Thunder exploded in his ears, and Cheng Xirong's heart sank.Recognized?How did he recognize his own?Should he pretend to be ignorant, or simply confess and drag him into a boat?

It was only when the alcohol was getting on his head that Fu Zhou's eyes became sluggish.He pinched a strand of Cheng Xirong's hair and twirled it with his fingertips: "Your expression really looks like Cheng Xirong! You stay with him!"