Perfect Two

How long did it take to look like this? "

Cheng Xirong raised his hand, and the opponent grabbed his arm in mid-air, and his movements froze in place.

Fu Zhou's fingers slowly tightened: "The same goes for movements."

"what?"

"Don't you know? Cheng Xirong touches his face when he's NG—it's what he does when he's not sure."

This is a subconscious action, Cheng Xirong knows it himself, but rarely realizes it.On the contrary, he is a fan, so he is so clear?Even a sasaeng meal can't be done to this extent, can it?

Cheng Xirong withdrew his hand: "I didn't pay attention—you open the door first, I'm very uncomfortable."

Fu Zhou tilted his head: "Why?"

Because I was killed by the central lock once, because I couldn't forget the pain when I was burned by the fire, because I was betrayed by my lover, and I was still in fear...There are too many reasons, but the problem is, why does this person change after drinking? Have to be so stubborn?

Cheng Xirong let out a sulky breath and wanted to grab the key from him.Fu Zhou was more agile, stuffed the key into his trouser pocket, covered it with both hands and covered it tightly.This kind of position... Cheng Xirong glanced at it, then quickly withdrew his gaze and turned to look out the window.Of course there is no way to start.

Fu Zhou said, "You answer my question."

Cheng Xirong acquiesced.The air in the sweltering compartment was stagnant, and the clothes were soaked and stuck to his body.The air became thinner and thinner, and my brain began to feel dizzy.I can't think of more things, and I can't think properly.

Fu Zhou swallowed: "Are you really familiar with Cheng Xirong?"

Cheng Xirong nodded.

Fu Zhou paused for a moment, then thought about the question temporarily: "Hmm... how familiar are you?"

Cheng Xirong: "I know everything about him, everything."

Cheng Xirong rushed out after getting the key.He sat down on the shoulder of the road, breathing in the hot and humid air to calm down the agitation in his heart.After a while, Fu Zhou also sat down, with a palm distance between them.

The street lights were dim, and moths were clearly visible around the lights.There was silence under the lamp, Cheng Xirong lay on his knees, Fu Zhou looked up at the sky, no one made a sound.Cheng Xirong thought that this confrontation would last all night.

Five minutes later, the sound of Fu Zhou slapping the mosquitoes started.Cheng Xirong turned his head and left the back of his head for him.

After another 5 minutes, Fu Zhou muttered to himself: "Why didn't you bite you? - Go, you two bite him."

... You can't compare yourself to someone who's drunk.

Cheng Xirong sighed helplessly, stood up on his knees, and kicked Fu Zhou's calf: "Get up. Sit in another place."

Fu Zhou was pinching the red envelope on his arm, his head was raised, his thin jaw was tense.His eyes were a little loose, and rarely showed depth. When he looked at Cheng Xirong, he seemed to be looking at a far away place, his eyes were long and slow.

It was very similar to the one in the afternoon.It was a taste of nostalgia. When seeing familiar things, emotions were greater than reason, and first began to be reluctant to part.

He is a man with a lack of facial expression, but his eyes are always alive.His eyes can speak, Cheng Xirong can understand.This time it hit people's hearts.Cheng Xirong counted. At this time, he would think that he has too many people. He has 6000 million followers on Weibo, at least half of them are alive, right?

But besides the parents, who else would show such an expression?

Infatuation is empty, it can't stand the time, and it can't stand it.Feng Yi was also crazy, what happened in the end?But now, there are too few things that I can hold in my hands.

Cheng Xirong sat back again, cleared his throat, and asked, "You said you wanted to talk to me. What are you talking about?"

Fu Zhou's eyes followed him all the time, from looking up to down, and finally kept looking sideways at each other.His eyes gradually turned cold, it was reason that caught up and suppressed the emotional flaw.He took a cigarette, turned the lighter in his hand and put it back.

"Talk about the script."

Cheng Xirong didn't expect that he would come back with the same topic.And when it came to this topic, he immediately became serious, the alcohol dissipated, and he was serious.

Fu Zhou shook his head to himself: "It seems that there is nothing to talk about. Yang Xiulin has been promoted as the male lead, and he has no official match. Selling CP can also sell hot topics - which role does he want you to try?"

"Yang Xiulin."

Fu Zhou looked him up and down: "Can you hold it up?"

This is Cheng Xirong's professional field. Acting is his most proud asset, and field control is also his specialty.So far, there is no scene that he can't stand up to.Even if he changed his body, he just needed a little more time to adjust.

"You can arrange an audition."

"You don't need to tell me, I will."

Cheng Xirong suddenly understood: "You are here today to choose an actor for that book?"

"Look first. The book needs to be overhauled, and it will take time."

Thinking it through overnight and making a quick decision, this kind of courage is surprising.Cheng Xirong pursed his lips: "Are you going to live by this book?"

"What do you mean?"

Cheng Xirong took out something from his backpack and held it in his fist.The street lamp softly closed a corner, and he spread out his palm, revealing the black jade, with a clear luster.The mythical beast Pixiu stands between heaven and earth.

Fu Zhou was startled, his long and narrow eyes widened a little: "This..."

Cheng Xirong raised his head slightly, and said seriously: "All of Cheng Xirong's last wishes are with me."

This is bound to be a sleepless night.Fu Zhou still couldn't hold back, he ran to a distance to smoke a cigarette, and then returned to the car to turn on the air conditioner.It was already early in the morning, and the road outside the campus had long been quiet. Occasionally, a car would pass by, but it would soon disappear.

Fu Zhou was sober, he was holding an empty mineral water bottle.That brand of water was endorsed by Cheng Xirong, and it took the high-end route, and it sold for eight yuan a bottle in supermarkets.

"So, you want to start your own studio now? Just because you have the script left by Cheng Xirong?"

"On my own."

"What capital do you have?"

Cheng Xirong laughed but didn't speak.Momentum is the best expression of a person, more effective than any language.

Fu Zhou rubbed his forehead: "Let's say you are capable. Why me?"

There are indeed many people to choose from.Those who admire him like Fu Zhou, who are talented and willing to work hard, grab a lot of them.But when he came back from the dead, he had to believe in God's will.God sent Fu Zhou to him instead of others, it must have been arranged by him.

Cheng Xirong's fingertips rubbed the notch on the locker.

"There is no reason, just happened to meet." #####

17

In the end, the car driven by Fu Zhou was not fast, but very stable.Cheng Xirong leaned on the back of the chair, watching the receding night scene, his eyes half-opened and half-closed.Until Fu Zhou opened the door of the house, his exhausted body finally reached a limit.He followed into the door, the air pressure was low, and he didn't even have the strength to speak loudly: "Do you have a bathtub?"

Fu Zhou pointed to the second room on the right: "Inside—there is cold water on the table, you take your medicine first. I'll put water for you."

Cheng Xirong fell asleep while soaking in warm water.He felt like he had traveled a long way and finally found water before he was exhausted.He lay on his stomach on the wet, soft soil, and dipped his hands into the cool water.He hasn't felt this comfortable for a long time.

However, in the next second, a streak of red bloomed from the blue bottom, like a drop of blood.Then the red spread and spread, quickly occupying the entire Wang Qingquan.Steam rose from the surface of the water, and then boiled.

His hands were still in the water, and the burning sensation instantly engulfed him.The steam turned suddenly and turned into a roaring beast, with its mouth wide open, capable of swallowing everything.

Cheng Xirong woke up suddenly, and swiped his arm twice in the air—not in the water, he was able to breathe heavily, with strength, everything was safe.

Cheng Xirong looked around and found that he was lying on a bed.

On the other side of the bed, Fu Zhou half sat up, his light-colored pupils reflected the cold moonlight outside the window, refracting the luster of amber.His eyes were clear, and his eyebrows frowned: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Xirong covered his face and became silent.

Fu Zhou lay back down again, with his arms pressed against his eyes, and he let out a long sigh of relief: "Children only have nightmares."

He turned over and turned his head back after a while.Cheng Xirong simply sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, his expression was hidden in the dark and he couldn't see clearly.

Fu Zhou: "Next door is a screening room, and the disc is at the door."

Cheng Xirong got off the bed, his pajama pants were too long, and his slippers were too big, making it a bit awkward to walk around.He bent over, rolled up his trousers, and stepped on the floor with his bare feet.After going out for a while, he came back to take pictures of Fu Zhou again.

Fu Zhou turned over and sat up cross-legged, with five fingers inserted in his hair and stroked upwards: "What's the matter?"

Cheng Xirong: "The door cannot be opened..."

One person went to find the password, and the other stood in front of the cabinet to select the disc.Fu Zhou said: "I just made it, and I haven't gotten used to it yet. Well, you can see for yourself. I'll go smoke a cigarette."

The projection room was remodeled from the master bedroom. Soundproofing materials were pasted on the walls and ceiling, and a beanbag sofa was placed in the middle of the gray carpet.Cheng Xirong put the disc away, turned off the lights, subtitles appeared on the screen, and melodious music played slowly.Fu Zhou pushed the door open, handed him a glass of cold water, and sat down on the carpet.

"Documentary?"

Cheng Xirong: "Yes."

Fu Zhou yawned: "Alright, hypnosis."

After 3 minutes of silence, a leopard jumped out of the screen.Fu Zhou asked again: "Are you having nightmares?"

Cheng Xirong sipped his saliva: "The last few days."

"Since... Cheng Xirong's accident?"

Cheng Xirong didn't speak.Fu Zhou also took a big sip, the water was stored in his cheeks, and he swallowed slowly.When all the water had entered his stomach, he licked his lower lip and said in a low voice: "This is not the level of familiarity... Life and death together?"

"you think too much."

Fu Zhou pulled up a snack stand, leaned on it, stretched his legs and stretched out: "Then you and Feng Yi, I think too much, right?"

"I have nothing to do with Feng Yi. They broke up before Cheng Xirong's accident."

"What!?" Fu Zhou sat up abruptly, the snack shelf shook, and the nuts on it fell all over the carpet.He dragged the lazy sofa over and forced Cheng Xirong to look at him: "Really?"

Cheng Xirong nestled on the sofa, squinted his eyes, and squinted over: "Don't be surprised? - They broke up, there is no partnership, some things can't be taken away by Feng Yi. That's why I Go to the memorial service. Do you understand me when I say that?"

Fu Zhou hung his head, two strands of hair fell down, just covering his eyes from the side.A small patch of skin poked out of his neck, hidden under black hair, and one corner of the tattoo could be seen.

Cheng Xirong paused for a moment, then continued: "No one knows. It counts as... one of your cooperation with me... Uh, what should it be? Welfare? Don't you just want to know something about him from me?" , I will satisfy you."

Fu Zhou raised his head: "I understand. Cheng Xirong's things don't belong to Feng Yi, and he can't let him touch a single bit. Even if it is, we will grab it."

The scenes in the documentary flashed frame by frame, and the light and shadow hit people's faces, flickering.People's expressions become illusory, changing little by little, making it difficult to see clearly.The hand hidden by his side exposed everything, the fist was clenched tightly, and the veins stood tall.

It's true that you didn't find the wrong person.

Cheng Xirong watched the documentary all night, and rested for a while, half asleep.In the middle of the night, Fu Zhou fell directly on the carpet and fell asleep on his back.As a result, after dawn, Fu Zhou lay on the ground and pointed out weakly: "There is something in the refrigerator, you cook and eat it yourself."

Cheng Xirong was never the cook.When he stayed at home to eat for a few days throughout the year, it was the assistant who ordered the meal and delivered it to the table for him.Later, with Feng Yi, he thought that the kitchen was also interesting, so he prepared a complete set of pots, pans and pans.

But he is also only responsible for watching and then eating.Feng Yi is good at cooking and housework.The kitchen at home has always been Feng Yi's domain.Cheng Xirong only needs to say "I want to eat noodles with fried sauce" and just sit and wait.

Pan Nanxing's words... I can't find any experience related to the kitchen in my memory.

Cheng Xirong stood in front of the refrigerator, hesitated for half a minute, and took out a box of iced milk.He returned to the screening room with the cup in his hand, but Fu Zhou was gone.He went back to the bedroom again, only to find the person on the bed with the dead body.

"Lend me your car."

Fu Zhou rubbed his messy hair: "Do you have a driver's license?"

I have it, but Pan Nanxing doesn't...

Fu Zhou was not surprised by his silence. He sat up and stretched his neck while stretching his chest and shoulders: "Where are you going? I'll take you there."

The words turned around, and Cheng Xirong said casually, "Go back to school."

"Why are you driving my car back to school? Aren't you going to return it to me?"

Cheng Xirong finished drinking the milk with his head up: "A third-hand car, what good does it do if I drive away?—Where are my clothes?"

"The bathroom hasn't been washed yet."

Cheng Xirong: "...Then what should I wear?"

Fu Zhou gestured to the closet next to him: "The underpants are on the bottom shelf, there are new ones, wear them yourself."

He actually handed over the closet so calmly... His attitude was so natural that Cheng Xirong had a momentary suspicion that there was something wrong with his point of view.Outsiders were never allowed to enter his cloakroom, and Feng Yi and he did the cleaning by themselves.

Or...Fu Zhou has already regarded himself as one of his own in his heart?In such a short period of time... he is such an inclusive person?

That would disappoint him. #####

18

When Cheng Xirong hesitated to push open the cabinet door, he realized that he was thinking too much.Few pieces of clothes, this is not called a wardrobe, this is at best a clothes rack...

Cheng Xirong turned his back to Fu Zhou looking for his underwear, teasingly said: "Your decoration style is really in the same line. There is no furniture in the house, and there are no clothes in the closet."

The night before, Cheng Xirong didn't have time to take a closer look at it, but Cheng Xirong spent 30 seconds looking around his house in the morning, and he could only sigh with emotion: It's so desolate.During these twelve hours, the things he came into contact with were all in this apartment...

Fu Zhou lit a cigarette and walked towards the balcony: "I'll clean up when I have money."

Cheng Xirong was stunned and didn't quite understand this feeling.After thinking about it, I am also poor now, so it might as well be that the other party has a house and a car.He avoided a puff of smoke, took a black sleeveless T-shirt and put it on, and his mind began to flow.

Money is a big problem.

When he went to change the will, he never thought that among the people who would eventually inherit the property, there would be himself.He didn't hesitate to kick Feng Yi's name out of the will, but it was a pity that he didn't leave a fund that can be operated now.

At that time, I only thought that my parents should settle down and ensure that they had a stable and prosperous life for the rest of their lives.If you make money in this industry, you have to contribute to this industry.As well as the notebooks in my hands, they were all carefully selected by myself, so I can't waste them.

If something happens to me, those notebooks that haven't had time to prepare for shooting must be handed over.As for who to give it to, except for Feng Yi, he didn't think of a good one.But it must be someone who has the ability to make them well.

One of the standards of ability is money.

totally unexpected……

The studio must not just do it with empty teeth.Even with a newcomer, the initial investment can be reduced to a minimum value, and the cost of filming is not a small amount—at least for Pan Nanxing, who only has a few thousand dollars in his card, it can be described as an astronomical figure. .

Right now, we still need to raise money first.

On the way back to school, Cheng Xirong chatted with Fu Zhou: "What do you think?"

Fu Zhou didn't understand for a while: "What kind of idea?"

Cheng Xirong paused for a moment, and changed the question: "If I hadn't approached you, would you be filming that detective script next?"

"No filming. The script needs to be changed, which is equivalent to rewriting. All preparations have to be overturned." Fu Zhou tapped his finger on the steering wheel, "I originally wanted to be my own studio."

"That's a coincidence. But you have to adjust. With our current resources, TV dramas are easier to go than movies."

Fu Zhou flatly refused: "I want to make a movie."

Cheng Xirong asked: "Okay, you like making movies. After the movie is made, can you pass the review? After the review, can you guarantee the film arrangement? What about the box office? How much money can we use to lose money?"

Fu Zhou fell silent, and the atmosphere was a little dignified.

If it was Cheng Xirong in the past, he loved movies and acting, and he could keep in line with his ideas.Cheng Xirong will definitely support him.But the status quo is that I have been forced to a desperate situation, and I have no way out, and I have no choice.

must succeed.The definition of success is to overwhelm Feng Yi and Zhou Sheng.His original intention and purpose had changed, and he could no longer be as naive as before.This is bound to lose the fun of acting.But there is nothing to be ashamed of.The road was chosen by Cheng Xirong himself, and if he intends to go on like this, he will not sympathize with himself.

only……

It is too much for a young man full of vitality and hope to endure the same thing.

Cheng Xirong looked out the window and said in a low voice, "But I promise, this is temporary."

Fu Zhou looked back at him: "Huh?"

"Up to three years, I will let you make a movie."

The roads are less congested after the morning rush hour.Someone ordered an old love song on the radio, and the clear and gentle male voice spoke of the sadness in his heart.It's nothing more than a broken relationship. In reality, it's almost the same as betrayal.

Cheng Xirong reached out and turned off the radio.

Fu Zhou opened it again: "Why?"

"It's annoying."

Fu Zhou lowered the volume: "Are you suffering from a nervous breakdown?"

Cheng Xirong gave a random "um", leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest his mind, as if "I'm weak, so don't talk to me".Fu Zhou didn't seem to notice it, and asked, "Are you in poor health? What's that scar on your chest? I went to the bathroom to pick you up yesterday, and I was shocked."

Cheng Xirong still feels a little uncomfortable when he thinks that his body has been seen by him now.After all, a week ago, I still had smooth muscles.In the blink of an eye, he became a thin, pale and weak chicken...the contrast was too great.

Especially when I saw Fu Zhou's standard eight-pack abs in the morning.As a man, he was a bit unpleasant.

Cheng Xirong closed his eyes, and his voice buzzed in his nasal cavity: "If you let me fend for myself in the bathroom, I will be more grateful to you."

"Are you shy? I just dried you off and didn't do anything. Don't think too much, I don't like you." Fu Zhou added, as if afraid that he wouldn't understand, "I like Cheng Like Xirong, a bit stronger."

Cheng Xirong simply kept silent and did not talk to him.

The car drove to the side gate of the school, and Fu Zhou stopped by the side of the road to buy pancakes, fruit and soy milk.Cheng Xirong walked ahead, he took a bite, chewed his cheek, and asked, "Aren't you hungry?"

That glass of milk in the morning was enough for Cheng Xirong to consume.This is not a good thing. Cheng Xirong still wants to get back to his previous figure, but his nutritional intake is not up to standard.Still need a coach.He was also abused by the coach before, and he maintained his muscles at home after his muscles were formed.

Cheng Xirong turned his head and said "don't eat", and pushed open the bedroom door.There was a sound of chairs rubbing against the floor, which was inexplicably alarming.Cheng Xirong's hand paused, and he looked back.

It's Suyou.Facing the bed, who rarely showed his face, stood in the open space and looked back.Other than that there is no one else.

It's just... the way he looked over made Cheng Xirong a little concerned.He carried the backpack in his hand, paused, and looked at his roommate at a distance: "Are you back?"

The roommate responded, bowed his head and continued playing with his phone.

Cheng Xirong remained a little skeptical, and went to the cabinet to get some clothes to change.Fu Zhou sat on his chair and continued to eat, and fiddled with the books on the table.Cheng Xirong took off the sleeveless T-shirt, rolled it up and threw it over: "Take it back and wash it yourself—do you have anything to do today?"

Fu Zhou shook his head, his cheeks were still bulging.

Cheng Xirong: "You can contact Su Minglin again. I have some ideas and want to communicate with him."

When changing his pants, Cheng Xirong turned his back to Fu Zhou and avoided it for a while.He could now understand how a woman felt when she was out of shape, and it was really bad.He hurriedly put on his shorts before he calmed down and went to the cabinet to get his usual medicine.

The door of the dormitory was pushed open, and the door shaft turned to make a sound, and the sense of danger became more and more intense.From stepping into this dormitory, to the highest point.Cheng Xirong turned his head and saw the person walking in——

Feng Yi. #####

19

5 minutes ago, the roommate was not playing with the phone, but sending a message.Sent to Feng Yi.

It is really easy to have a star halo, and anyone can be used as an undercover agent.What's more, Feng Yi's halo has reached a dazzling level.It's understandable when you think about it, with Feng Yi's current status, in this industry, who wouldn't want to befriend him?

But who gave him his current status?

Seeing him greet his roommate politely and thoughtfully, Cheng Xirong almost vomited up the milk he drank in the morning.His gaffe was the moment when he was furious, no matter what, he had to stick to his gentle and considerate image and not show any flaws.

This is his biggest selling point, and it is also tied to Cheng Xirong himself, so that people can enjoy it.

This is why he refused to break up.Cheng Xirong didn't go home, didn't answer his phone calls, and refused to meet him.With a shy face, he chased after the crew, nominally to visit the set, brought a letter to the staff, and privately begged Cheng Xirong not to block his way.

Don't talk about breaking up, don't mention those things between yourself and Zhou Sheng.He only said that he was wrong, and begged Cheng Xirong to let him have a way.

From that moment on, Cheng Xirong felt that this man whom he got along with day and night was really terribly strange.

Roommates are sent out.Feng Yi pulled up a nearby chair and sat down, holding a cane, the lines on his arms were tense.He is nervous.When he discovered this fact, Cheng Xirong felt that he was in a better mood.Feng Yi has never been a strong person, and he follows Cheng Xirong in bed, going in and out mainly based on Cheng Xirong's feelings.

When the two of them were together, even though Feng Yi was the leader, Cheng Xirong was always the one who took the lead.

With this point, Feng Yi will have some scruples and hesitation.Cheng Xirong leaned on the table and kept silent.Fu Zhou put the soy milk back and wiped his mouth with a tissue, obviously paying more attention to Cheng Xirong than Cheng Xirong.He beat up this big star, so he should be on guard.

Thinking of beating someone, Cheng Xirong couldn't hold back and laughed.

Fu Zhou's face was paralyzed, and his eyes were slightly dissatisfied.Cheng Xirong coughed dryly, suppressed his sarcasm, and straightened his expression.

It was Feng Yi who spoke first: "Where is that piece of jade?"

I thought the first thing he asked was the phrase "Who the hell are you?"It seemed that he had indeed calmed down.Pan Nanxing's resume is easy to check, and there is nothing complicated to hide. With Zhou Sheng's help, he can get it soon.But he still missed the point, which is regrettable.

Cheng Xirong pursed his lips and admitted frankly, "It's in my hands."

Feng Yi's expression changed instantly.

Fu Zhou stood up calmly, raised his hand and pressed down on the top of the hat.

Cheng Xirong asked, "Are you going to grab it?"

Feng Yi swallowed his saliva and managed to keep his voice normal: "When did he give it to you?"

"Two months ago. He said it was a good piece of jade. I found a master to make it for me. I liked it. I asked him if it was expensive and if I could afford it for a movie. He drank it. If you are in high spirits, give it to me." Cheng Xirong looked sideways slightly, "Is there anything else you want to know?"

"High interest?" Feng Yi murmured in a low voice, then raised his voice and asked, "You said he was in a good mood?"

"Has he any reason to be unhappy?"

Feng Yi gritted his teeth and continued to ask, "What else did he tell you?"

"Did you say that night?" Cheng Xirong thought for a while, "He said he would take me to film in the future and introduce me to directors and producers he knew."

Feng Yi stood up suddenly, his expression turned ferocious, as if he was about to pounce.Fu Zhou stood in front of Cheng Xirong at the first moment, picked up a chair with one hand, and opened up his whole body, full of momentum.

Influenced by Fu Zhou, Cheng Xirong stood up from behind him after a pause of two seconds, and looked directly at the past calmly: "He also said that it will be hard when you first enter the industry. But don't be timid, just play well, and don't think about anything else. .He supported me. Whether it is box office or ratings, there is no problem."

Feng Yi's whole body was trembling, his injured leg was twitching slightly, and he didn't seem to feel it.He growled: "What did you say?"

Cheng Xirong: "Didn't you ask this? Don't you want to know?"

Feng Yi dropped a chair and turned half a circle on the spot: "This is impossible...impossible!" He raised his hand and wiped his face, took a deep breath, and forced back the tears: "I After reading your information, you have no contact with him at all, not at all! Do you want to be famous? Take advantage of this opportunity to become popular?"

Cheng Xirong shrugged: "You can think so if you want."

Feng Yi nervously took a step forward, and was held back by Fu Zhou, before he grabbed his hair: "Give me that piece of jade! Whatever you want! Do you want to be popular? Or male number one, you can bring it up whatever you want." ! As long as you give me that piece of jade."

Cheng Xirong laughed out loud, but said nothing.

Fu Zhou shook his head lightly: "Feng Yi, it doesn't look good."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and asked Cheng Xirong: "Have you got enough things?"

Cheng Xirong rolled up two more clothes and stuffed them into his backpack, then grabbed the medicine bottle on the table.Fu Zhou separated Feng Yi and let Cheng Xirong pass from the other side.Feng Yi refused to give up and wanted to catch up. Cheng Xirong turned around and shook his phone.

Feng Yi was stunned.

Cheng Xirong: "As long as you don't bother me anymore, I guarantee that these videos will not go out—you probably don't want to be seen by others when you are angry."

After leaving the dormitory building, Fu Zhou took Cheng Xirong back to the car and turned on the air conditioner: "What did you take?"

"Nothing was taken."

Fu Zhou was silent for a while, then said sullenly, "Should I express some opinions on what happened just now?"

"No, thank you."

Fu Zhou said "oh", and after a long time, he still couldn't hold back, and said, "I'm getting more and more suspicious of your relationship with Cheng Xirong. You know what Cheng Xirong told you. ?"

Those words don't exist at all, so they don't mean anything.The problem is with Feng Yi, he heard the same thing ten years ago.

Fu Zhou: "That's how Feng Yi came out. Cheng Xirong supported him at the box office, supported his ratings, introduced him to people, and paved the way for him. Your knife really stuck in Feng Yi's flesh."

Cheng Xirong said slowly, "It's just to hurt him. Feng Yi is more curious than he imagined."

The two of them cooled off in the car for 10 minutes, and they also calmed down.Fu Zhou said: "If Feng Yi can find you, those Yu Ji can also find you. You can't live in the dormitory. Go to my place."

Cheng Xirong asked back: "Can you buy me a bed?"

Fu Zhou: "...the mattress."

Cheng Xirong: "Deal."

Cheng Xirong took a deep breath, as if trying to get rid of the stuffiness in his body: "Let's drive, I'll take you somewhere."

"Don't wait for Su Minglin?"

Cheng Xirong pinched the black jade brave: "This is more important." #####

20

When Cheng Xirong borrowed the car in the morning, he actually had this plan in mind.Fu Zhou said he would send him off, so he changed his mind and said he would go back to school.There are some things that must be done by oneself. If there is one more person, there will be one more risk.

Especially in the current situation, he didn't leave any room for himself to turn around.He can't be as honest as Fu Zhou, he needs to stay vigilant and keep a distance from everyone.

but……

Cheng Xirong looked at Fu Zhou's side face, feeling strange in his heart.This young man has a sharp expression on his face when fighting and driving, making it difficult for people to get close.But he fights because of himself, and now he is driving himself in the car.

Almost...unreserved protection.Cheng Xirong didn't know that it was because of his personality, he had this attitude towards everyone.It was because of the "Cheng Xirong" relationship behind him that he received special treatment.

This feeling made him uneasy, and Cheng Xirong wanted to run away when he blocked him behind him.From the bottom of my heart, that little bit of safety is the impulse to yearn for.Contradictions, there is no way to unify, and the balance is precarious.

Fu Zhou glanced at it from the corner of his eye: "Why are you looking at me?"

Cheng Xirong continued to stare at him and joked, "Do you often fight with people?"

"When I was young, there were a lot of group fights. But which man didn't fight when he was young?"

Thinking back, Cheng Xirong really didn't exist, he was the one directing others and watching from the sidelines.Pan Nanxing's words... It's always the one who gets beaten.Cheng Xirong stepped in a little bit, and said, "Then it would be most suitable for you to be the bodyguard."

After a pause, he added: "And the driver."

Fu Zhou's expression became more relaxed, and the brows were faint and indistinct: "Don't forget, I'm still the landlord."

"I have no money to pay you."

Fu Zhou glanced at his hand from the corner of his eye: "How much can that piece of jade be exchanged for?"

Cheng Xirong looked regretful: "If it is sold, it will probably be worth 500 million. Correspondingly, I won't be able to get those scripts."

"Keep it."

Cheng Xirong thought he wanted his own script, but before he could taste what he wanted, he heard him say again: "Keep it for me. I don't have the money to buy it now."

Meaning... he wants to save money to buy this piece of jade?He is really collecting what he left behind...

This feeling is quite weird.Cheng Xirong has been in this industry for 20 years, and he has never seen enthusiastic fans.Especially in recent years, there are more and more fans who are willing to spend a lot of money.Last year, some fans bought two billboards for subway lines to celebrate his birthday.

But Fu Zhou was not the same as the pursuit they showed, with more restrained and private emotions.Express lingering love and remembrance like a true lover.

This thought startled Cheng Xirong.He asked Fu Zhou, "Do you have any other contact with Cheng Xirong? Except for the detective script."

Fu Zhou's expression dropped a little: "Did he tell you?"

"He won't tell me everything." For example, Pan Nanxing will not know about things that he has no impression of at all.The part of my memory about this young man is limited to his detective script, no matter how I search, there is nothing else.

But Fu Zhou said naturally: "I stayed with him on the set."

Cheng Xirong immediately called out, "When?"

Fu Zhou glanced at him lightly: "Don't be surprised—you said it yourself."

Cheng Xirong coughed dryly: "Why have I...never heard of it. Which play?"

"I stayed in the group for two months for "Chang'an" the year before last."

I don't have any impression at all... But there are so many staff members in the group, and there are only a few who can really speak in front of Cheng Xirong.Fu Zhou must be doing some miscellaneous things in the periphery, and he can observe himself for two months without being discovered by him.

He is familiar with his own expression management and his body language habits, which probably started at that time.

Fu Zhou paused for a moment, and continued: "He likes to find someone to play cards when he plays. You know that, right? I played against him once and won him a lot of money."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

This is kind of bad, hey!I have sat at the same card table before, but I don't have the slightest impression?

Fu Zhou suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a very shallow smile, a little helpless.Cheng Xirong hadn't seen him smile before, but at first glance he thought it was pretty.His appearance can be ranked in the upper middle class in the entertainment circle where handsome guys gather, but he usually has a bad expression, shallow eyes and heavy eyebrows, and it is not easy to get close to him.Occasionally she smiled a little, and her brows softened, making people feel a trace of precious taste, which could win people's hearts.

Cheng Xirong admitted that he was taken aback by the laugh.

Fu Zhou: "However, he was drunk that day. He was also in a good mood. He didn't make enough tables and dragged me casually. The next day I used the money I won to order afternoon tea for everyone. When I delivered it to him, I You know, he doesn't care. He doesn't remember me."

This is the truth... Even if Fu Zhou mentioned it now, he still doesn't have the slightest impression.He has played too many cards, and it often happens that he randomly finds someone on the set on a whim.As for the afternoon tea... He doesn't like to eat on the set, and when someone came to visit the set to deliver snacks, he also handed them over to several assistants.

Thinking about it now, I couldn't help clicking my tongue, guessing the taste of that afternoon tea.

Cheng Xirong comforted him with embarrassment and paleness: "He has a bad memory and is face blind. He can't remember many people."

Fu Zhou squinted over: "So, you don't know how many people are jealous of you now. The last time such a grand occasion happened was Feng Yi."

"including you?"

Fu Zhou said frankly: "I want to take out your brain and spread it out to find all the memories related to him."

Cheng Xirong shuddered.

Fu Zhou shrugged: "However, I should be better than the person who goes off Weibo and vents on a website. I can say these things directly to your face."

Cheng Xirong: "...You should concentrate on driving."

Cheng Xirong showed the way and found a law firm hidden in an old residential house.He said what he wanted, and the little girl at the front desk poured water for them: "Wait a minute, Lawyer Yan has gone out."

Cheng Xirong: "Are you coming back today?"

The little girl glanced at Fu Zhou secretly, her eyes were full of girlish affection, and her voice was delicate: "I don't know! Otherwise, let me call and ask. What's your name?"

"Pan. I called him, but no one answered."

Little girl: "What about this one? I'll register your name."

With a cold face, Fu Zhou pointed at Cheng Xirong: "His driver, why are you registering me?"

Little girl: "...Okay then. Mr. Pan, can you tell me what kind of business you are here for?"

Cheng Xirong and Fu Zhou looked at each other and replied, "It's about the will."

Lawyer Yan answered the girl's call.But just after the little girl said a few words, she took a quick look at Cheng Xirong, and said "um" and "ah" for a long time with an evasive expression.She hung up the phone and said regretfully, "Lawyer Yan is on a business trip and won't be back for the time being."

It seems that this matter will not go so smoothly. #####

21

After leaving the law firm, Cheng Xirong was good at fanning himself: "Are you really on a business trip?"

Fu Zhou agreed with him: "Not necessarily."

Do you need to call the front desk temporarily to confirm things like business trips?The little girl is shallow, and her eyeballs rolled around twice, which seemed to be dodging. It can be seen that there was information on the phone that should not be known to the customer.

If the business trip is false, then Lawyer Yan is avoiding himself.But does he have to hide from a new client?

Cheng Xirong was so hot that his chest was stuffy, and he was clutching at the front of his shirt, still analyzing: "He must first know who 'a man surnamed Pan' is and what he is looking for, so that he has a reason to disappear, right?"

Fu Zhou frowned, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not respond.

Cheng Xirong took a deep breath: "Let's assume that's the case. He knew about me in advance through some means, and knew that I would come to him for business. Things related to Cheng Xirong..."

This realization shocked Cheng Xirong.When he was Cheng Xirong, he had dealt with lawyer Yan for seven or eight years. All his contracts were handled by him, and the relationship has always been very harmonious.so willed