Perfect Two

Fu Zhou was very focused on driving the car—I don't know if it's true or not, but he looked serious anyway, as if the ground in front of him would crack at any moment, and the road behind him would collapse.

It's not the end of the world.

Cheng Xirong couldn't jump out of the car either, so he called the field manager and said that he was really tired and needed to find a place to rest first.The field manager looked dazed, fearing that he might not be doing well, and asked nervously, "Where are you? Do you want me to ask the driver to take you?"

After finally dealing with the scene, Fu Zhou didn't have time to close the ear that was stuck up.Cheng Xirong was speechless: "Tell me what you want to hear, and I'll turn on the PA for you."

Fu Zhou: "I'm worried that it will be difficult for you to explain to the crew tomorrow."

Cheng Xirong sneered: "What am I afraid of? Do I care about this?"

Fu Zhou: "...you go to sleep."

Cheng Xirong crossed his arms and added, "Do you want me to repeat the conversation to you?"

Fu Zhou was annoyed: "All right, all right, go to sleep!"

Cheng Xirong smiled in satisfaction, just as he closed his eyes, he sat up again and went to search in the locker: "Is there any makeup remover in the car?"

Fu Zhou controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and stretched out the other hand: "It seems that there is a jar of jelly...do you see it? It's a yellow jar."

Holding the can of makeup remover, Cheng Xirong teased, "You still wear makeup?"

"I left it when I was filming for a female celebrity." Before Cheng Xirong could start teasing again, he added, "Eighteen-line Internet celebrities, took three episodes, and made thousands of dollars. Last month, I saw friends I changed my career to become a music teacher."

Really detailed enough...

Cheng Xirong dug out another pack of facial tissues, then dug out a large piece of makeup remover and rubbed it on his face, and said vaguely: "The third installment is only a few thousand, you are not very expensive!"

"How expensive do you want to be..."

It's so expensive...that no one dares to ask for it.

The words circled in the chest, and then swallowed back.Cheng Xirong felt that he was quite boring, so he didn't want to say anything, and took a tissue to wipe off the residual makeup on his face.

Two days ago, he hoped that Fu Zhou would become more expensive.Don't use "red" to describe him, just expensive.How should I describe this feeling... Probably after seeing Fu Zhou's work, the left side of his chest was shocked, and his whole body became numb.

Cheng Xirong thought that Fu Zhou would win awards in the future, he would be a giant in the industry, and he would be unattainable by others.When the time comes to talk about this part-time job life, he will shake his head and say that he will not do it in the future.

Worthy and stylish.No matter who wants to invite him to be the mirror, they can't afford it.

When imagining these things, Cheng Xirong still felt a shudder.

However, this was all a previous assumption, based on the cooperation between himself and Fu Zhou.Now, the two of them don't know what the future looks like, so it would be embarrassing to mention these again——

Originally, it could not be mentioned, nor should it be said.This is a kind of private...emotion, you have to keep it inside and take your time.

Fu Zhou gave him a strange look: "What do you want to say?"

The back of Cheng Xirong's neck felt cold, and he replied casually, "It's nothing."

The way back is not far, the road is not blocked, and it won't take long to get there.Cheng Xirong was so tired that he couldn't fall asleep, staring at the neon lights outside in a daze.

It seems that the most time I get along with Fu Zhou is in the car.As far as the driver is concerned, he is quite qualified. No matter where he is going, he doesn't need to talk too much, he will take it consciously.They even went to pick them up. If the time was wrong, they would just wait outside.

Cheng Xirong suddenly asked, "Why did you come to pick me up?"

Fu Zhou didn't understand: "What?"

"Are you also so considerate to others?"

"how is this possible!"

Cheng Xirong turned around and looked at him: "Then why are you so courteous to me?"

Ask knowingly.Because I carry the name "Cheng Xirong" on my body, because I hold the leftover script in my hand, and because my mind is full of past memories.

This is what Fu Zhou wants, what he wants to touch very much.

There is nothing to care about, this is my own capital, just like being good-looking.It is your own.Who can take it away?If you can steal the script, can you also steal those memories?

Asking this kind of question is really redundant!

"Forget it, you don't have to answer—"

"There's no reason, you are you."

The words were stuck in the throat, and the lower half, it was not true, not to say... It seemed to be more deliberate.After so many years of acting, I have seen so many scripts, I have watched all kinds of jokes, and I have read countless hypocritical lines.

Nothing can compare to this moment.

Cheng Xirong was so embarrassed that he was fooled by the little ripple in his heart, feeling a little bad.His brain froze, and it took him a long time to start working, and it took him a long time before he came up with a sentence "You can talk" to reply him.

Before the result could be said, Feng Yi himself said: "Who knows, maybe I saw you dying."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Give me back the rippling just now.

Cheng Xirong asked back: "Is this an ambulance for you?"

Can't count on this mallet anymore.His brain is a single muscle, he always thinks about problems directly, and his speech is only at this level.It is expected that he can tell how nice it is, and... what he wants to hear.

Cheng Xirong found that he was a little shaken.

When he has this kind of cognition, he is quite novel.It seems rare that I rarely have this kind of infirmity.The freshness is a little heavier, suppressing the discomfort caused by this shaking.

Anyway, that's it.

Back home, I took a bath and drank hot milk.The hour hand has passed the top.Cheng Xirong fell asleep in the bath, and when he came out, he was refreshed.

This fragmented way of sleeping... is suitable for the entertainment industry, but I don't know if the body can handle it.

Can't sleep a little anxious.Cheng Xirong found a disc to hypnotize, and watched the heroine choose toys for her daughter in a department store.There are a lot of cabinets, the Christmas lights are twinkling, and the little train is circling along the track.When a custom-made Barbie doll was sent home, he felt a little sleepy, closed his eyes, and listened to the sound.

Waking up in bed in the morning.Cheng Xirong was at a loss for a moment, not knowing where he was.The door of the bedroom was open, and the "sizzling" sound of eggs being dropped into the oil pan came from outside, and the aroma rushed in, stimulating the sense of smell.

Oh yes, here it is.

Should I say this is... home?Or somewhere else?

Cheng Xirong turned off the alarm, took a few deep breaths, and slowly got up.It's my sheets, my clothes are hanging.Get up early and have a meal, and the temperature of the water in the cup is just right.Everything is just right, making people... nostalgic.

The words that could not be said the night before came up again.It circled around the apex of the heart several times and kept circling.

While eating breakfast, Fu Zhou stuffed the fried egg into his mouth in one bite. He didn't know if he had chewed it through, and it took a while for his mouth to make room.Cheng Xirong was speechless at the speed at which he ate, and he choked as he watched.

Swallowing a mouthful of bread, Fu Zhou suddenly asked, "Is there a night show today?"

"I don't know. Xie Zhiying temporarily changed the schedule. Most likely."

"Yeah. Call me when you get the executive form."

The milk cup was brought to his mouth, but he didn't drink it.Cheng Xirong asked back, "What are you doing?"

"pick you up."

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