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.When he saw the fierce and silent big man in front of him, he laughed a few times and could only "communicate" with Cheng Xirong.

"This is your friend? Hehe, I was just talking about it..."

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Fu Zhou didn't expect that he would be pushed out.He sent Cheng Xirong a Wechat message to ask for the location of the kick-off banquet, and happened to be on the way, so he came to pick up Cheng Xirong.While he was waiting in the car, Cheng Xirong called him and asked him to come in directly.

I haven't seen outsiders brought to the opening banquet.Even if they are the drivers and assistants of the actors, they still eat for themselves, and the crew doesn't care about the meals.Fu Zhou's first reaction was to guess whether he was not feeling well, or he was being bullied.On second thought, with Cheng Xirong's appearance, it's fine if he doesn't bully others...

I never expected to introduce the director to him.

Fu Zhou doesn't seem like an easy-going person. He always gives people a sense of alienation and is hard to talk to.Xie Zhiying was still a little dazed, caught off guard by the beating, and didn't know how to react.

Cheng Xirong introduced: "His name is Fu Zhou. Didn't Boss Zhou ask you to learn from him? You should learn."

Xie Zhiying: "..."

Fu Zhou: "..."

Who is this slapping in the face?Three crisp beeps can be heard.

No matter what it looks like, Fu Zhou has no flaws in dealing with people, and even has his own way.He usually works part-time, and changes the group of cooperators every now and then. He always has to meet different people and experience different personalities.

If you really want to count, Fu Zhou is much better than Cheng Xirong.Cheng Xirong is too casual, always following his own mind, happy when he is happy, and venting when he is angry.Fu Zhou is introverted, and he can digest many emotions by himself without expressing them.

Swallowing his helplessness, Fu Zhou first greeted Xie Zhiying: "Hello. I have heard that Director Xie—"

After speaking halfway, he glanced to the side, and Cheng Xirong had disappeared.Manman pointed to the distant figure: "He said to go to the bathroom."

It's like throwing your hands away as a shopkeeper, and you don't care about anything.

Cheng Xirong went into the bathroom to relax his stiff back.He washed his face with cold water, and swallowed the phrase "Why did you pick me up" that he had held back for a long time.A large mirror was hung on the sink, reflecting his own face, which was pale and bloodless, and his black pupils looked darker and darker.

An increasingly gloomy child.It wasn't originally, wasn't it a simple silly white sweet at first?

Is it born from the heart?

That's bad.This 19-year-old will soon have a 39-year-old face, so old that he will be scumbag.The life of fresh meat is very short, if you don't grasp it now, you may not be able to do it again in the future.How can such a thing like rebirth happen every day?

When Cheng Xirong came back after washing his hands, the crew was ready to leave.Xie Zhiying was talking to Liu Yu, and occasionally someone went to say goodbye to the two of them and went out with their bags.Manman said that Fu Zhou left after talking with Director Xie.Cheng Xirong called Fu Zhou, took a cookie from the table, and found Fu Zhou's car in the parking lot.

Cheng Xirong got into the car and handed over the cookie: "This is super delicious!"

Fu Zhou: "...Only one?"

Cheng Xirong said happily: "Otherwise, go back and see if there are any leftovers on any table."

With his hands still on the steering wheel, Fu Zhou leaned over and took the cake with his mouth.

Cheng Xirong wiped his hands with a tissue: "Are you a dog?"

Fu Zhou raised his head, swallowed it in one gulp, and said vaguely, "Dirty hands."

"Can you taste it like this?"

Fu Zhou chewed it a few times, and one side of his cheek puffed up: "Sweet."

"Nonsense." Cheng Xirong said, "What did you tell Xie Zhiying just now?"

Fu Zhou swallowed what was in his mouth and choked a bit, still eating in his usual style.He wiped his mouth, drove the car out, and reported to Cheng Xirong: "Just take pictures."

"Gone?"

"What else?" Fu Zhou still felt choked, took a bottle of water with one hand and handed it to Cheng Xirong, "Twist it—and that little girl said, did you fight with He Yiming?"

"Where was the fight? You can't even pass on the word." Cheng Xirong took a sip before returning the water to Fu Zhou. "I beat him up. It was unilateral."

Fu Zhou: "Good beating."

Cheng Xirong asked about the Industry and Commerce Bureau.Fu Zhou pointed to the file bag on the back seat: "The name is available, so follow the regular procedure and fill in the materials first."

Cheng Xirong suddenly remembered and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Fu Zhou was helpless: "It's four o'clock in the afternoon, lunch or dinner?"

"Then go and settle the house. Where is the house you looked at earlier?"

"Are you rich now?"

The rent of the office building is definitely not something the two of them can afford now.Fu Zhou has some savings in his hand, but cooperation is cooperation, and money matters must be settled clearly.The funds for the filming of "The Ward" were all advanced by Fu Zhou, and they haven't been repaid yet.Cheng Xirong found that this was not acceptable.It's all about using the ability of others to do your own thing.

It's okay in the short term, Fu Zhou is not a fussy person, he can do whatever he wants.But after a long time, will he think of other things?For example, he pays for the money, so why isn't he the core of the studio?Even if he didn't want to, Cheng Xirong still wanted to.

The first factor in maintaining a good relationship is to clearly distinguish each other.

If Cheng Xirong wants to be the boss, he has to bear this responsibility.

As for money...

Cheng Xirong: "Let's settle it first."

Fu Zhou looked at him suspiciously: "Are you sure?"

"I always have the deposit, right?"

Xie Zhiying paid 60.00% of the film's remuneration, which is still in Cheng Xirong's hands and has not been paid to Fu Zhou.Now calm down and settle the score, Cheng Xirong said with emotion: "The feeling of being poor is too uncomfortable."

Fu Zhou didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Cheng Xirong: "I need to make money quickly."

Fu Zhou glanced at him: "Crazy?"

Cheng Xirong was free and chatted with him: "How long do you think it will take us to reach Cheng Xirong's level?—Don't say we will never reach it. Put aside your blind worship!"

Fu Zhou opened his mouth, but was blocked by him again, helplessly: "Then what do you want me to say?"

"That's nothing to say? You don't even have this confidence, how can you catch up with the male god?" Cheng Xirong himself didn't feel ashamed when he said it, with a natural face, "Isn't chasing stars just to make yourself better? You have to surpass the male god."

"He's not my male god, and I don't follow stars." Fu Zhou's face turned red, and he looked distressed and embarrassed. "Besides, he is an actor and I am a director and screenwriter. How can I surpass him?"

Cheng Xirong shyly said, "Then take better pictures of me. Hasn't he been cooperating with Chen Jingtian all the time? If you surpass Chen Jingtian, it's considered a success."

Fu Zhou's embarrassment became deeper and deeper, so he simply avoided this question and refused to continue the discussion.Cheng Xirong couldn't understand that kind of embarrassment, and he didn't even want to mention it, what is this?

The conversation was interrupted, and there was a moment of silence in the carriage.Cheng Xirong sighed, and discussed with Fu Zhou: "Didn't I tell you before that I took the money from Feng Yi? I have been thinking for the past two days, adding another person to the studio, do you think it will work?"

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Although he used a questioning tone, the tone did not mean to ask for opinions, but more to test.Test Fu Zhou's attitude and see if he will reject it.It was also a kind of notification to let Fu Zhou know about the plan.

The answer was what Cheng Xirong didn't want to see, Fu Zhou said bluntly: "Not good."

"I know you hate him, and I hate him too. But think about it, why should we let him go when we can use him? Why should we let him live so easily?"

"You don't need to talk about it. If you are short of money, I will give it to you. Don't mention Feng Yi to me again."

He interrupted the conversation arbitrarily. Cheng Xirong has been with Fu Zhou for so long, and he has never heard him talk to him like this.The rare strength completely freezes the atmosphere, and there is no room for relaxation.Not at all.

The anger in Cheng Xirong's heart also lit up, and his expression turned cold: "Even if you have money, you should get it from Feng Yi, and I will take it back!"

Fu Zhou turned the steering wheel violently, Cheng Xirong was unprepared, and fell to the other side with the violent shaking, hitting his head on the car window: "What are you doing!"

Immediately there was a sharp and continuous whistle from outside.Cheng Xirong held the car door and looked back in shock.Fortunately, there was no accident. After confirming this, Wo Xinhuo came back and burned even worse.

"Are you crazy!?"

Fu Zhou parked the car on the side of the road, and locked the door without caring whether it was parked properly.

Hearing the sound of the central locking system, Cheng Xirong's scalp exploded, and he wanted to break into a cold sweat but couldn't.He instinctively went to open the door, but was dragged back by Fu Zhou's arm, and he was thrown back and forth by Fu Zhou like a kite.

Cheng Xirong couldn't hold back his emotions, and yelled, "What the hell are you trying to do!?"

"What do I want to do? What can you take from Feng Yi? How are you going to take it?"

Cheng Xirong tried to break free from his grasp: "Are you crazy? Open the door!"

"No! Tell me clearly, are you thinking about Feng Yi's things so much?"

"Who missed it? I should have brought it back! Why should I leave it to him!?" Cheng Xirong couldn't break free, so he just lay down and bit Fu Zhou's wrist.

Fu Zhou was in pain, and immediately let go of his hand, holding his wrist in shock: "Are you a woman? You actually bite!?"

The blood flowed suddenly, and the fingertips were a little numb, hot and dry.

Cheng Xirong made him so angry that he repeated pantingly, "Open the door for me!"

"I do not."

"Don't make trouble for nothing! Fu Zhou, let me say it one last time. Open the door!"

Fu Zhou rubbed his wrist twice indiscriminately: "You tell me clearly first. What did you ask Feng Yi to come in for?"

"Take his money. Why do you accept death? Just take money out of his pocket? What's the problem?"

"Will you greet him with a smile? Do you have two skins?" Fu Zhou took a deep breath and blurted out: "You really lived with Cheng Xirong? How did you learn to behave like this! How short of money are you? Is money just like this?!"

Cheng Xirong was stunned.

Fu Zhou probably also noticed that he used the wrong words, his face was slightly embarrassed, and he added in a low voice: "Anyway, I can't see Feng Yi. I can't work with him."

Cheng Xirong suddenly became quiet, and instead of making any noise, he just looked at Fu Zhou with a sneer: "I can do it. Open the door, I want to get out of the car."

Fu Zhou breathed out: "I have no other intentions. As long as you don't bring Feng Yi in, I—"

"Also," Cheng Xirong interrupted Fu Zhou, "I've said it many times, I really learned from Cheng Xirong. I am him, and I am exactly like him. He's going to do it."

"Don't say it!"

Cheng Xirong looked at the past with raised eyes: "Do you still want to do it? You try it. See if the perfect assumption you have imagined can continue to be maintained."

"Pan Nanxing!"

Cheng Xirong asked: "Why? Refused to accept? Hurt? Believe it or not, let me say again, everything I do now comes from the person in your heart. No matter what you think of him, It doesn’t matter how tall he is. In the final analysis, he is a human being, an ordinary person. Just like me, with all the qualities I have. I am him.”

Fu Zhou stared at Cheng Xirong, his chest rose and fell violently, and after a long time he shook his head with heavy breathing: "You are not him."

Fu Zhou unlocked the central lock, leaned on the back of the chair, and stared ahead.

Many cars passed by them and their speed slowed down.Those with a bad temper opened the car window and cursed in this direction before they would leave.It's a pity that the two people in the car didn't notice it, and they didn't have the leisure to quarrel with passers-by - besides, it was their fault in the first place.

This is not really an emergency.This is a problem that has always existed between them. It is very fundamental, and there are differences from the starting point.No matter how you ignore it, it will explode one day.Sooner or later.

Cheng Xirong got out of the car and walked along the road with his bag.I thought I would calm down, but I was exposed to the scorching sun all the way, making me even more anxious.He found a subway station and went in to enjoy the shade, watching the subways coming and going one after another, and seeing the crowd crowding around the screened door, he first became dazed.

The fact that La Fengyi came in...was it too much?

Originally, I did it with the intention of taking advantage of it, with a single and direct purpose.Feng Yi will also come in with the consciousness of being used.One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, what's wrong?Is Fu Zhou so excited?

Does he talk about "spines" like that?

Can bones be eaten?Can the backbone be able to beat the opponent?

Why are you so stubborn?

Cheng Xirong waited until the peak season passed before contacting the crew, saying that he had no place to live.The other party was silent for a long time, probably thinking about the possibility behind this "suddenness", but couldn't figure it out, so he had to give Cheng Xirong an address.

Cheng Xirong checked the route, and it was in the family building near the Academy of Film and Television.

Generally, the crew will provide accommodation. Even if they are filming locally, the actors are required to live together as much as possible.This is for ease of control.Filming is not a nine-to-five job, and the time is very random. It may be a big night shooting today, or it may start to prepare for makeup at [-] o'clock.

If you live too far away, you will spend too much time on the road.

"Ours" didn't know if it was because Feng Yi was used, and the actor's salary took up a large part of the funds, so he started to dig from other places.Previously, the crew sent emails asking actors and staff to apply for accommodation. Cheng Xirong saw that the Academy of Film and Television was not far from Fu Zhou’s home, and it was only two major stations by subway, so he refused.

As a result, he slapped himself in the face.

When Cheng Xirong was on the subway, he thought, what furniture should I change to Fu Zhou after earning money?It is still reliable to keep it for yourself and buy a house.

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The crew rented a suite in the family building of the Academy of Film and Television, in two adjacent buildings on different floors.When Cheng Xirong arrived, the drama manager was already waiting downstairs and led him to the elevator.

"I didn't see you in the list calculated by the director before!"

Cheng Xirong was a little embarrassed, and didn't say much about the reason: "I'm sorry for the trouble."

The drama manager was not bored, and looked at the registration form in his hand: "However, when I rented the house, there were not many vacancies. If you just say live, you can still choose. Now it's hard to say."

"It's all right. Just somewhere to live, anywhere."

The production manager muttered to himself: "These people live together, no. Here... only a few leading actors and directors live alone now. Director Xie, He Yiming, where do you want to go?"

don't want to go anywhere...

Cheng Xirong was surprised that He Yiming, as a newcomer, was treated the same as Xie Zhiying.It seems that Xingchen's money has been well spent. If He Yiming can be more clever, he will have a bright future.

It's a pity.

The drama manager put down the statistics: "Other than that, there are only two mixed-living houses with small study rooms left."

Cheng Xirong didn't pick either: "Just the study room is fine."

The theater manager hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands: "That's not acceptable! Even if you rent another set, you won't be allowed to live together! You just need a place to sleep tonight."

Just go to sleep in the study room for the night... Why are young people nowadays so obstinate?Admit it to death, there is no way to turn around.

Cheng Xirong said helplessly, "Then book a hotel for me, I'll stay for one night first."

This is not something that the drama manager can decide on, he scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'll apply to the director."

"No need. I'll pay for it myself. You can go, and you have daily necessities and clothes with you. Go and buy me a set and send it over."

Cheng Xirong only had a bag, not even a change of clothes.

When the director went to pick out the white T-shirt, he never figured out why he listened to him?He's obviously a teenage boy, so it's okay to call him "Brother" in front of him.Why is the aura so strong?

Oppressing people, it is impossible to imagine whether there is any strength behind him.Just facing him personally, it is difficult to have room to refute.

How did you practice?Is this the difference between actors and behind-the-scenes?No, there are so many actors, why are others not so strong?

So this is the difference between a good actor and an average actor?

The drama manager bought some clothes and walked back with a tangled expression.On the way, I received a text message from an unfamiliar number, the content: "I am Feng Yi, please answer the phone." Just after reading it, the other party called.The drama manager answered it suspiciously, it was really Feng Yi's voice, and it sounded a little drunk.

"Brother Yi? It's so late, what happened?"

"It's okay. I just heard that the rented house is not enough?"

Feng Yi has several houses in the city, and he didn't want to mix with these newcomers, so he directly stated that he would not live in the house of the crew.It's only been two hours, and the group hasn't heard about it yet, so why did it spread to him?

The drama manager left three points behind: "Brother Yi wants to live?"

"I had dinner with Zhou Sheng, and your director called him. What's the situation now?"

When it came to Zhou Sheng, the drama director no longer had any reason to hide and dodge: "It's Xiao Nanlu, who said before that he didn't live here, and he could arrange his time. But suddenly he said something about the situation, and there is no place to live. There is no place to live here. Only Director Xie and He Yiming live alone in a two-bedroom house. It seems that Xiao Nanlu doesn't want to go there either."

After listening to Feng Yi, he asked again: "Where are you now?"

"I got a room in the hotel. He said he would pay for it himself. I went out to buy things for him, but he didn't bring anything."

Feng Yi asked the drama manager to report the hotel and room number to him.

The drama manager secretly panicked: "Are you coming? Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No, you go shopping, buy some comfortable clothes. Send me your card number, and I'll transfer some money to you."

The production manager was completely confused: "No, it counts...Xiao Nanlu gave me money. Besides, some of it can also be included in the expenses of the production crew."

"How much money can he have? All right, I'll go and see him. Send me the room number later."

The phone just hung up.The drama director looked at a loss, wondering what was going on with this direction.In the middle of the night, to see the little boss?Still have money to buy clothes.Feng Yi is... completely acting like a parent!

The point is, does the little boss recognize him as a parent?Why do I see that the little boss is not very enthusiastic about him...

The drama manager reluctantly took the mobile phone to edit the text message, comforting himself: there is no way, I have to listen.

Since the contract between Cheng Xirong and Xingchen expired, all the resources that should have belonged to Cheng Xirong were given to Feng Yi, and nothing was lost.Boss Zhou wanted to make Feng Yi the second Cheng Xirong, but it was always a little bit short, and he couldn't reach Cheng Xirong's level.

But this does not affect Feng Yi's position in Xingchen.Now he is not only Xingchen's pillar, but also has a deep personal relationship with Boss Zhou.Everyone in the circle knows that, except that what Liu Yu said represents Boss Zhou, Feng Yi can occasionally speak up.

Especially recently.It is said that Feng Yi went in and out of Mr. Zhou's house as if no one else was there, very frequently.

Even having dinner together in the middle of the night is enough to prove everything.

After the drama manager finished sending out the message, he returned to the shopping mall with the bag in his hand.I returned the product, then bought it again, added a supper for myself in the middle, and rushed to the hotel when I was full.

During this period of time, Feng Yi swiped his face card, got the room card left by the drama manager at the front desk, and sat in the room for several hours.The lights in the hotel were dim and dim, except for one in the bathroom.The air conditioner was noisy, and there were occasional doors being opened and closed outside.

Cheng Xirong was already asleep.Maybe it was because of the sudden sleepiness, he didn't lie down properly, lying on the edge of the bed.One leg is still hanging on the ground, and the shoes on the feet have not been taken off.Sleeping awkwardly and uncomfortable.Feng Yi wanted to move it up for him, but just stood beside him for a while, when he saw Cheng Xirong's frown, he didn't know what to do.

Maybe it's too tired.I don't know if he will wake up.

Feng Yi leaned on the sofa to take a nap for a while, and the phone vibrated to wake him up.It was a call from the drama manager, asking if he was still in the hotel.Feng Yi opened the door of the room, stood in front of the door, looked through the things in the bag, and took them with satisfaction.

Then the door was closed.

The drama was filmed outside, and I was at a loss for a long time.How do you feel, the taste is not right...

Feng Yi, who was inside the door, just turned around, met a deep gaze, and was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and it didn't feel right.

Cheng Xirong's face was pale, only his pupils were pitch black, and when he was illuminated by the dim yellow lamp, he showed a ghostly and gloomy temperament.

Feng Yi clutched his chest: "Why don't you make a sound at all! It's scary to death 1"

Cheng Xirong asked hoarsely, "Why are you in my room?"

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Feng Yi handed over the bag in his hand: "Aren't you without a change of clothes?"

Cheng Xirong didn't answer, leaning against the wall to block the small entrance, he didn't intend to get out of the way: "Then tell me, what's inside?"

Feng Yi put his hands away, hanging the bag by his side, and told the truth helplessly: "I heard from the drama manager that you have no place to live, so I'm a little worried, so come and have a look. What's going on?"

"What's going on has nothing to do with you, right?" Cheng Xirong folded his chest in a completely hostile and repulsive attitude, "Put this thing down, goodbye."

Feng Yi: "Don't be like this. I just want to care about you."

"No need." Cheng Xirong stood up straight, which was already a sign that he was about to open the door to see off the guests, "If you go out now, I don't need to treat you as a robbery."

Feng Yi laughed: "Do I have to grab yours?"

Cheng Xirong opened the door and went out by himself.Feng Yi hurriedly followed out: "Why are you going? Okay, okay, I'll just go. You go back and rest."

The drama manager had just walked out not far away, when he heard a faint voice, he turned back again.At this time, there was no one in the corridor, and the sound of footsteps was absorbed by the thick carpet, leaving only the sound of rubbing.Feng Yi held Cheng Xirong's arm and dragged him back.The theater manager only saw a shadow flash in, and a disposable slipper fell out.

isn't it...

Am I wrong?Little boss, it seems that someone dragged him in?Late at night, the hotel... Adding these elements together, I can already come up with a complete movie plot!This hotel looks very formal!It's also quite safe. How could such a thing happen?

The drama manager hurried over, the door was ajar, but not completely closed.Intense noise came from inside, as well as the little boss's struggle, and things were knocked over.another voice...

correct!Apart from the little boss, Feng Yi is the only one here right now!

stage manager:"……"

To enter or not to enter...

While hesitating, Feng Yi yelled inside: "What is that little...Xiao Chen?"

Hearing his name suddenly, the director of the drama was shocked, and instinctively responded first.Feng Yi told him to go in, there was no other possibility, the production manager walked in cautiously, and closed the door smoothly, so as not to let more people find out.

In the room, Cheng Xirong lay motionless on the bed, his face buried between the sheets, not knowing what was going on.Feng Yi stood by the bed, panting heavily, messy, and was arranging his hair.

The drama manager took a look and asked in a low voice: "Little boss... what's wrong with Nanlu? Are you okay?"

Feng Yi pulled his clothes flat and let out a breath: "It's okay. We just had a fight."

stage manager:"……"

Feng Yi added: "He just took the medicine, he probably fell asleep soon."

In order to prove that what Feng Yi said was wrong, Cheng Xirong suddenly yelled, "Get lost!"

The theater manager was taken aback.

Feng Yi handed over a small bottle: "You still have to run hard. His medicine has been sprinkled with water, so I have to—"

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Xirong jumped over, snatched the bottle, and stuffed it under the pillow: "No need. I'm sorry to trouble you tonight, go back and rest."

stage manager:"???"

The drama director looked at Cheng Xirong, then at Feng Yi, with a confused look on his face.This may be the most embarrassing moment he has encountered since his career. He is clearly standing here, but he is completely out of the situation.Have no idea what's going on!

Feng Yi was silent for a while, and then said: "That's fine. Go back and rest."

Drama manager: "For medicine..."

Feng Yi: "I'll just ask my assistant to deliver it later."

When the drama manager was about to leave, Feng Yi got up to see him off.This made the drama director flattered, and hurriedly waved Feng Yi to stop.Feng Yi resumed his gentle and elegant appearance, hesitated a bit, and then said after a pause: "What happened tonight..."

The drama manager understands: "It's fine. Nan Lu doesn't look very well, can he do it alone?"

Feng Yi: "I'll contact the company later. See if I can lend him an assistant first."

After the two of them finished talking nonsense, Feng Yi returned to the room, and before he could see clearly, a white object flew towards him.He took a step back and caught it with both hands before he realized it was the medicine bottle just now.

Cheng Xirong: "Go buy medicine."

Feng Yi read the English above, read it twice to remember the name, and put the medicine bottle on the table: "Can you change your attitude towards me?"

Cheng Xirong's irritability was even more obvious: "Why do you have to stare at me?"

Feng Yi sat down on the sofa: "I didn't stare at you. I just wanted to talk to you."

Cheng Xirong simply lay down and covered himself with the quilt.If you can't see it, just pretend that there is no one else in the room.

Feng Yi smiled softly: "That's right. Don't try to use force, your physical strength is not good enough, you can't fight me. And those little tricks, only He Yiming will be fooled again and again. I won't .”

Cheng Xirong ignored him.

Feng Yi didn't care, and continued: "Because I'm too familiar. How many years have I lived with Cheng Xirong? Would I not know about his methods?"

Cheng Xirong stiffened under the quilt.

Feng Yi was in a good mood, and his tone of voice was bright and clear: "You know Cheng Xirong so well, did he tell you that I let him fight when he fights with me. Otherwise, he would win every time. ? I’m not stupid, I’ve been through it once and twice, and I still don’t know how to sum up my experience?”

What Cheng Xirong thought was: There are too many flaws... My temper is still bad, and I am too irritable.It is easy to show flaws when you are in a hurry.Even Fu Zhou can detect it, so Feng Yi is more familiar with it.

But things like self-cultivation and self-cultivation are still related to the individual.It's like someone just can't get fat, no matter how many calories are added, it's like filling a bottomless pit, and there is no effect.Cheng Xirong has this kind of character.

Feng Yi didn't get a response, feeling a little bored, he came over and pulled Cheng Xirong's quilt: "Don't cover it with this. The quilts in the hotel are not clean, come out."

Cheng Xirong remembered that he couldn't compete physically with him, so he let Feng Yi pull the quilt down.Feng Yi was very satisfied, and sat down beside the bed.The drunkenness hit again, the smell was so bad that Cheng Xirong's breathing was suppressed.

Feng Yi looked down at Cheng Xirong, his eyes were a little blurred, and with a slightly red face, he didn't know what he was thinking.No one spoke, it was so quiet for a long time, only the noise of the air conditioner.Feng Yi let out a long breath: "When you were sleeping just now, I stayed like this for a while. I didn't do anything, just sat there."

Cheng Xirong didn't bother to stare at him anymore, no matter what he said, he just took it as a drunken madness.

Feng Yi seemed to be asking for praise: "I didn't disturb you, did I? I really want to wake you up and talk to you."

"Talking about what?"

Finally got a response.Feng Yi got excited: "Talk about Cheng Xirong. Why do you resemble him so much?"

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Still this problem.These people... they only ask this question when they go around.

Cheng Xirong suddenly felt a little funny, sat up and looked at Feng Yi hooking his fingers.Feng Yi moved closer to him with a curious expression on his face. As the excitement spread after drinking, the air in the room began to stir.

Not what was expected to happen.

When Feng Yi was very close to Cheng Xirong, he was pushed back by Cheng Xirong's fingers on his shoulder.Feng Yi frowned, with a dazed expression on his face, very puzzled.

Cheng Xirong coughed and asked, "Do you know why?"

Feng Yi licked his lips: "Because you have lived with him. You are familiar with him, and you imitate him."

Cheng Xirong shook his head, raised his eyes, and there was a bottomless deep spring in it: "I said, I am him, do you believe it or not?"

Feng Yi was stunned.

Cheng Xirong repeated: "Everything I have now is taken from him, including my current name, my acting skills, all my ways of thinking, and my style of acting, all of them. I am him."

Feng Yi stepped back by himself, kept a distance from Cheng Xirong, and straightened his back: "You can't be him. I knew it from the first time I saw you. You are not."

"why?"

"I know him. He won't want to see me, and he won't take the initiative to return to our home. He sees me as a stranger on the road, and if there is cooperation, he will do business." Feng Yi thought for a while before finding the most suitable description, "Old death No contact with each other. This is Cheng Xirong."

Being so swear by his behavior, this person still betrays his lover.Cheng Xirong had complicated feelings in his heart, and all kinds of emotions were entangled together.The most prominent strand is still resentment.

Feng Yi paused, smiled wryly, and confessed frankly: "Let me enter the room? If it was him, he would definitely cut me with a knife now. Don't you know his temper? How can there be such a good person?" Be patient, still sit here and talk to me. Heh, if I can exchange for such a moment of quiet conversation, I can do anything..."

Cheng Xirong nodded clearly: "That's right."

With that said, he was about to get up.Feng Yi stepped back a little: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Xirong was very serious: "Go find a knife and cut you."

Feng Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his expression was tangled and ferocious, and some of the previous sadness still remained.He raised his hand to signal Cheng Xirong to sit back, but he didn't actually meet Cheng Xirong: "Stop messing around! Go back, lie down. You've had enough tossing around today, you should have a good rest."

Cheng Xirong didn't listen to Cheng Xirong, and stepped on the carpet with bare feet: "What are you resting for? Don't you want to chat with me? You really want to hear something about him, don't you?"

Feng Yi took a deep breath, and also noticed the evil light in Cheng Xirong's eyes, and felt that something was wrong: "Are you tired? Go to rest when you are tired."

"Where can you get tired? If you want to talk, I'll chat with you enough." Cheng Xirong searched around the room, but there really wasn't any knives.He asked Feng Yi again: "Do you have any sharp weapon on you? If not, ask the service desk to send one."

Feng Yi stepped back: "You haven't had a drink? Why do you look like you're drunk? You can rest, there are still a few months left, and you have time to chat."

Cheng Xirong went around and blocked Feng Yi's way: "I heard you right, didn't you just say that you wanted to sit down and have a good chat? Is it okay at any price? I'll give you a chance. You care about me so much, Come late at night to send clothes and warmth, of course I will repay you."

The situation was turned around.Feng Yi became the one being persecuted, so he could only retreat step by step, all the way to the sofa, and was forced to sit down: "Okay, okay, I know I was wrong. Next time I come to you, I must knock on the door, OK? "

Cheng Xirong didn't stop in his footsteps, he still walked forward: "Is there a next time?"

Just as Feng Yi wanted to defend himself, Cheng Xirong said, "I'll talk about it next time. Let's talk about this time first. What do you want to hear? It's fair and reasonable."

I have fully seen the tricks of this kid, even more difficult than Cheng Xirong.

Feng Yi rested his elbows on the sofa, pinched his temples, rubbed them a few times before raising his head, and said helplessly, "You also learned this from Cheng Xirong? He doesn't have the skill to pester people like you."

Cheng Xirong took the wine price list on the table in his hand, rolled it up and knocked on the sofa: "Pay attention to your wording."

Feng Yi thought about it for a while, and said with a smile: "I just said it casually. Do you want to lie back and rest. You don't look good."

"Didn't you just press me and let me chat with you? Why are you still twisting now that I am what you think? What, the character design is broken?"

Cheng Xirong let go of his hand, and the plastic price list bounced back immediately, returning to its original shape.Cheng Xirong pinched one end of the price list, put the tip of the opposite corner on Feng Yi's neck, and pressed down slightly.

Feng Yi shivered, and grabbed Cheng Xirong's wrist: "Don't mess around!"

Cheng Xirong: "You reminded me. Since I'm not him, I have to find a way to become him. Well, stop talking nonsense, what do you want to talk about, let's start."

Feng Yi tightened his fingers, with a dejected expression on his face: "I have nothing to ask."

"you sure?"

Feng Yi smiled bitterly: "You look like this, it's obvious that you want me to have no problems. Tonight is my fault, I shouldn't have barged in. I shouldn't have been drunk. I shouldn't have those thoughts. I honestly admit that I saw it during the day. I'm a little dazed by your expression. You look so much like him, it's really... a heart-piercing likeness."

After a pause, Feng Yi said helplessly: "I'm sober now. If you let me go, I'll leave."

Cheng Xirong glanced down: "You let me go."

Feng Yi hesitated for a moment, then let go of his hand.Cheng Xirong's hand moved forward half a point, and the plastic edge got stuck on Feng Yi's neck, and he twitched quickly, making a cutting motion.There is no broken skin, but a line of redness and swelling soon appeared.

Amidst Feng Yi's yelling, Cheng Xirong threw away the price list, stepped back, and sat down on the bed.

Feng Yi clutched his neck: "Are you crazy!?"

Cheng Xirong looked indifferent: "It's not a knife. What are you afraid of?"

"The arteries are here! Do you know that!!"

Cheng Xirong just looked at him, shrugged, and said nothing.

Feng Yi looked like he was about to make a move. After trying to restrain himself for a long time, he let go of his fist and asked in a low voice, "Have you relieved your anger?"

Cheng Xirong was very sincere: "No."

Feng Yi: "...what else do you want?"

"I was dragged into the room by you, and then pressed on the bed by you. How can this kind of violence be evened out like this? Have you become used to being flattered in recent years, and you really think you are a horn?

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farce.It's just that no one can tell when this farce started.

It was two hours ago.It was still a month ago, or half a year ago.

It is also possible that the farce has already begun since ten years ago.Cheng Xirong suddenly thought that he could be resurrected from the dead, and he could rely on others to live again.It's really hard to say about fate.

There is no guarantee.

It has been written many years ago, where the turning point will be, and when there will be a major change, it has been decided long ago.Including getting to know Feng Yi, being with him, and then being betrayed by him.This is all doomed, no matter what, I can't escape it.

If you think about it this way, it seems a bit too negative.Cheng Xirong never believed in fatalism.When he was young, he thought that he would be a pilot when he grew up. His parents wanted him to be a doctor, but the teacher said that he would learn physical education because he loves sports so much.

As a result, when he reached puberty, he wanted to act, and then he really had to become an actor.He wanted to be better than everyone else, so he got the double best actor.

Think about it, do it yourself, and then you will be successful.For a long time, Cheng Xirong didn't believe in life.He only believes in himself.

By now, he couldn't quite believe it.

The road is chosen by oneself, and it is like this.People are also chosen by themselves, so is this ending also self-inflicted?

It's so frustrating to think about it.