Perfect Two

Cheng Zi was much smarter than Su Minglin, and he yelled after hearing the call: "I'll be there right away! Three minutes! Wait for me! I'll come to fix my foundation!"

Cheng Xirong squinted at Su Minglin: "Learn more."

Su Minglin: "...what are you learning?"

Of course Cheng Xirong knew what he was talking about, so he didn't say much at all, standing in front of the TV station and waiting for Cheng Zi.The outside interviews have already started. At the beginning, the reporter's focus was still on the newcomers. As more and more stars arrived, the focus was lost.

Su Minglin was a little worried: "Will no one talk to us when we go out?"

"That's their loss."

Su Minglin said with emotion: "Your heart is really big."

If you hang out in the circle for a few more years and do well, you will have such a big heart.Of course, this cannot be said, now Cheng Xirong is just a rookie who has not entered the entertainment industry.Cheng Xirong picked and picked and said, "I've read too much."

Su Minglin: "... Is it okay to boast like this?"

Cheng Xirong: "...I'm giving you advice."

"Then where did you get so much experience?"

"It is said that."

The two chatted without saying a word, and within 3 minutes, Cheng Zi came running over.Bare feet, shoes in hand.The other hand rolled up the skirt, and the posture was quite heroic.

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Su Minglin: "My mother!"

Chengzi was fairly self-aware, and stopped some distance away from the gate, put down her skirt, bent over to put on her high heels, and then arranged her hair.In ten seconds, she regained her elegant and quiet girlish posture, and walked over with cat steps.

Both Cheng Xirong and Su Minglin were dumbfounded.

Cheng Zi leaned in front of them, covered his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Did the reporter see it?"

Su Minglin gave a thumbs up, and gave Chengzi a few likes: "High! Really tall! We've been together for so long, and I didn't realize that you can transform!"

Cheng Zi slapped him on the shoulder with a smile: "You are the only one who is poor?"

With that said, the three of them went out together.The reporter outside was interviewing a little flower, of course they had to ask some questions related to the rookie competition first, and then they got involved with little flower's personal dynamics.There are three or two reporters in other places, who are still in front of the newcomers. It seems that they intend to stick to the end and do a comprehensive interview.

Cheng Zi was still tugging at his dress, lowered his voice and asked, "Is my dress okay?"

"Don't worry, you won't miss it no matter how much you torment. Brother Shi is really good at choosing clothes."

The dress that Fu Zhou brought to Cheng Zi was a small blue skirt with a square neckline and puff sleeves. The skirt reached to the knees, with many pleats, plump and plump.The front and back are covered up, but it will not be too conservative.The winks and styles are also mischievous, showing the liveliness of a girl.

The clothes are fine, but Fu Zhou doesn't know which size Cheng Zi wears, so the skirt he brought is a little loose.Cheng Zi called Fu Zhou to ask, and after confirming that the clothes were given to her, she asked Nana for help temporarily, and the two of them hid in the toilet together to take some of the clothes in.

That's what Cheng Zi asked. She was worried that the needle and thread that she and Nana had temporarily borrowed were poorly crafted and would be seen if the stitching was not meticulous.Hearing Su Minglin's reply, Cheng Zi thought to himself, it seems that the sewing is not bad, and the fat brother didn't notice it.

That's why Cheng Zi brought up this question, smiling.As soon as Su Minglin heard this, he turned around and asked Cheng Xirong: "The clothes my brother gave me are a little too small, but the ones given to Chengzi are too big. Why do yours fit so well?"

Cheng Xirong gave him a white look: "I slept in the same bed with him, did I sleep for nothing?"

Su Minglin and Chengzi stayed together.Cheng Zi became excited, and didn't care about the reporters outside, so he opened his mouth and howled: "My God! Then what's the relationship between you two now? You two!"

Su Minglin yanked on her whip and almost pulled Cheng Zi down.

"What's it called? Want to see it in the newspaper tomorrow?"

Cheng Zi suppressed his voice, looked around for a while, then let out a breath, and sighed to Cheng Xirong: "I don't discriminate, um, well, you understand. This is also very good. Senior brother has never It looks happy, but it's different to you."

Faced with such a disguised expression of true feelings suddenly, Cheng Xirong was a little hard to resist.It's not that I'm moved, but I just feel...is it really like this?But why?How can unhappy people be happy to see themselves?

Obviously, he should be even more unhappy.Cheng Xirong thought of when he first met Fu Zhou, because he bore his own name, he always felt a little sore and resistant towards him.Even if you want to cooperate with yourself, you are reluctant and come with a purpose.

Thinking about it this way, it seems to be gone now!When did it start?

Cheng Xirong was a little dazed, still thinking about this question, his eyes were stabbed by the flashlight.Immediately afterwards, many flashing lights came in this direction, and the group of reporters who were interviewing Xiao Hua suddenly turned around.

This situation was completely beyond the expectations of Su Minglin and Chengzi. They thought that at most it could be used as a background board and appear in other companies' drafts.Or in a large collection, mention all the newcomers, and there are one or two sentences in the middle that I mentioned myself.

The two of them never expected that their appearance would be such a sensational event that it was worth turning everyone's attention to them.

No, not them.Both Su Minglin and Chengzi are clever people, and after the moment of astonishment passed, they immediately realized who the core was.

Definitely not them each other.But the little boss around him.

It is the small boss who attracts the attention of reporters, and it is also the small boss who deserves the attention of the media.Those who can discover more value from themselves, and those who can outshine the popular florets are all small bosses.It was only because of the light that he got such a moment of gaze.

Su Minglin once again faced the influence of the small boss, and once again got the convenience from him, he was shocked, thinking that this step was the right one.And Cheng Zi was full of emotion, and his emotions towards the person beside him became even stronger.Even with Da Tiao's character, Cheng Zi knew that it had nothing to do with him.The little boss doesn't have to be so troublesome, he must wait for himself to appear.

The opportunities available now are all given by the little boss.There will be more in the future, and I can't tell what kind of surprise it will be.

Cheng Xirong didn't know that the minds of those two people had turned to the valley, so he felt his eyes hurt.When he was Cheng Xirong before, he practiced against the lamp.It is also because he is not sensitive to light, and after getting used to it, he does not feel that the flash has any effect.

But Pan Nanxing's body is not good enough, weak, from head to toe, and even his eyesight is a bit weak, not to mention the light perception.

Letting the sudden light flash a few times, Cheng Xirong's eyes were already red, and he was about to cry.

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Fu Zhou started the webcast, closed all other pages of the computer, and put aside the script that he had been revising.He took a few bottles of beer and spread them out on the coffee table, and drank while watching the video, looking at the person in the picture.

The clothes were chosen by myself, and it took a long time to choose them, and it was not decided until the last moment.It should be very familiar at first, but after wearing it on him, it feels a little strange?

Fu Zhou looked at Cheng Xirong and listened to him deal with the reporters' questions. He didn't answer well, but he would not fail to answer.It's not the same as before.In the past, Cheng Xirong was fond of joking, could get along with anyone, never shy away from it, and talked nonsense according to his own ideas.

Up to now, there is no such familiar feeling, and there is an additional layer of defense.It's like playing Tai Chi, it doesn't leak, and it also has its own style, which is impressive.

The words are very decent, but after all, time has changed and he is not that person anymore.Now he is wearing the identity of another person, doing what that person will do.

Fu Zhou took a sip of beer, took out his phone, and read the messages he sent.

Article [-]: Watch the live broadcast at night!look at my clothes!

After a while, I sent another message to ask: Isn't the clothes rented?

How could you rent something that was given to him?No matter how difficult it is, he will not be wronged.What's more, now the lives of the two of them will not be stretched.There is not much money, but it is absolutely fine to buy him clothes occasionally.

Fu Zhou put the phone back, thought about it, and opened the manuscript anyway.I don't have much time to fix it, just watch the video and read through it leisurely.If you have a new idea, mark it down and put it aside for the time being.Check back in a few days.

Fu Zhou was not written in this way before.His most successful work so far is the fairy tale book he wrote two years ago.It's not like he's boasting. A considerable part of the success of that show is based on the script, and only the later changes and shooting can be effective.

At the beginning, the book was completed in one go, and when there was an idea in my mind, I wrote it.After writing it, I corrected the typo, and then sent it out.Fu Zhou himself did not expect such a big success, so that after the show became popular, the screenwriter was singled out for praise, and he thought he was an inspirational contestant.

It wasn't until later that he wrote "Spirit Detective", after the first time he wrote it, he read it again in the image of Cheng Xirong, and felt that something was wrong.So there was the first modification.After editing, I felt that the whole book was too "Cheng Xirong", and it lost its original flavor, so there was a second revision.

I have been revising it many times, and finally when I tossed and turned and found Cheng Xirong here to show Cheng Xirong, he was actually very nervous.

As a result, Cheng Xirong was very excited after reading it, and Fu Zhou was relieved, knowing that he had succeeded.

It was at that time that he realized the joy of editing manuscripts.Over and over again, thinking about someone, and then gradually perfecting your hard work.It seemed that he was working with that person, and the result in his hands was accomplished by the joint efforts of the two of them—for a long time, Fu Zhou lived by this kind of imagination.

Don't think about it now.People are right next to you, you can see them when you open your eyes, and you can hear his breathing at night.

Alive, right by your side.

There were no accidents, no explosions, and no funerals.

It's just... It would be nice if the clothes were worn by her side.Fu Zhou thought of Cheng Xirong's words before, he said that next time they can go on stage together.It is very good to have such a promise, it makes people feel hot and wants to leave everything behind.But when is the next time?

It would be great if we could go on stage together now.To be able to stand side by side with him, to share weal and woe, to advance and retreat together.I want this kind of life.

Fu Zhou drank three cans of beer, and finally lost interest in the joyous noise of the computer.He opened a small window for the video, put it aside, and continued to read his manuscript.Until the wine on the table was drunk, the best performance award was finally awarded.

Cheng Xirong's photo was displayed in the upper left corner of the big screen, and the clips from "The Ward" began to play on the right.The screen flashed frame by frame, with a handsome male protagonist, a gloomy supporting role, and a beautiful nurse wearing a wig.

These people are all him.

In the lower left corner is the camera from the scene, locked onto Cheng Xirong in the crowd, and stayed on his face for a long time.This is still him.There are so many faces on the screen, every one of them is him.

Fu Zhou squeezed the empty bottle slightly with his fingers until his knuckles turned white, and instantly crushed the soda can.

Does appearance matter?

This question has troubled Fu Zhou for a long time. He kept thinking, if he changed his skin, would that person still be him?

Now it seems that no matter how much his appearance has changed, he is still him!There are so many faces frozen on the screen, each with a different shape and a different expression.But make no mistake, it was him.

Fu Zhou's chest was stuffy and he kept holding it, which made him feel impulsive.He wanted to lift those veils, to tear off the cloth between two people.Then they are relatively innocent.No more guesswork, no more doubts.I will not dream in the middle of the night, and look at that strange face in a daze the next day.

Impulsiveness is to find a way to solve it, but you can't follow your own mind.Fu Zhou knew that now was still not the right time.When is the right time?Fu Zhou thought about it, probably when the other party was willing to talk.When he is willing to tell himself, then the layer of veil will fall off.

You can be naked|naked.

Fu Zhou thought for a while, threw the can on the coffee table, picked up his phone and got up.The lights at home were not turned off, and the computer was still playing the live broadcast. Cheng Xirong stood on the stage, won the award, and smiled brightly.

As usual, thank you, interact with the host, and then kiss the trophy.This is all a process, Cheng Xirong has done a lot, and once again, he still has the spirit of a teenager.He can hold the stage, and the stage exists for him.Standing under the spotlight of all eyes, he has a firm and powerful aura.

Satellite TV's official blog has already taken a high-definition large picture, and the picture is frozen at the moment when Cheng Xirong kisses the trophy.The boy turned sideways slightly, lowered his head, and lowered his eyes.Eyelashes are long, covering eyes.There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, immersed in his own world, triumphant, and proud to show the world.

A group of people exploded under the live broadcast of the official blog's text and pictures.Those who had been fans before wailed, knowing that the little boss is good-looking, but they didn't expect to see it so well.A large number of passers-by turned fans instantly, holding high the banner of "coexistence of appearance and acting skills", clamoring that this is the future hope of the film and television industry.

But the accident also happened at this time.

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Cheng Xirong's typhoon is too natural, his ability to control the field is too strong, and he dares to interact with the people below on stage.There was no embarrassment or jerkyness of a newcomer at all, so that the host joked and asked him if he had experienced a lot.

Cheng Xirong replied with a sullen face: "It is because of this experience that I read a lot and learned a lot. Isn't it like this for seniors?"

Someone in the audience got a microphone and laughed directly: "Senior is not as lively and cute as you."

The picture cuts across, and He Ruosheng's feminine face appears on the big screen, with teasing and smiles between his brows and eyes.Cheng Xirong pursed his lips lightly, and said, "I also studied the thank you words of Mr. He when he won the award. On average, 'thank you' appeared five times in three sentences."

This is He Ruosheng's mouth disease. When he gets excited, he can't speak, and repeats a word over and over again.In his most serious time, he didn't say a word, said more than a dozen "thank you", and then went straight down.Cheng Xirong said "five times", which still gave him face, so he didn't take it seriously.

There was laughter at the scene, but the atmosphere was quite harmonious. After all, He Ruosheng was teasing, and Cheng Xirong didn't stab anyone.However, Cheng Xirong still added a sentence: "As a newcomer, I still have to learn from Teacher He. Teacher He's professional loyalty and dedication are definitely what I lack. I really appreciate everyone's recognition of me, and I will work hard. , I will continue to work hard to shorten the gap with my predecessors."

It was originally a joke, but when this sentence was said, Cheng Xirong's expression was already very serious.He spoke very seriously, and with the help of the host, the atmosphere at the scene was suppressed and became solemn.

He Ruosheng smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, and said to the people around him: "This kid is a little bit interesting. He looks dazed, and his eyes don't seem to understand anything. He must be the kind that causes trouble. How can he be so talkative?"

It only said "shortening the gap" and did not mention "matching".He knows the rules of the circle very well!

He Ruosheng was not the only one who recognized this accent.Anyone who has stayed in the circle for a long time knows how serious the crisis awareness of this industry is.Wu Yanshu is a typical example. She cannot represent the state of the insiders, but she can reflect the state of mind of the vast majority of people.

afraid.

Afraid of being replaced, afraid of changing trends, afraid of disappearing outside the screen.

Heavenly Kings and Queens are naturally calm, and those who can sit in this position must have characteristics that cannot be replaced by others.But going down, those with more commercial value will be afraid of newcomers.It seems that they are domineering in the circle, putting on the airs of the seniors in front of the newcomers, but they are wary that the people in front of them will replace them.

He Ruosheng happened not to be someone with artistic value, although he had a big heart, but that was his business.As a newcomer, you must have a correct attitude and speak to the point.

Cheng Xirong's acceptance of the award ended in the amazement of everyone.Everyone's perception of him was refreshed, the previous image of a child was erased, and replaced with this... young man in front of him.

Dress decently and generously, and speak crisply.Thoughtful, qualitative, and not conforming to the crowd.And he seems to be experienced, definitely not a stupid kid who bumps back and forth in the circle for the first time.

It is the luck of the entire industry to have such a newcomer.I also hope that this child can walk the right path, follow Cheng Xirong's last wish, and develop well.

Just thinking about this, everyone's eyes flashed, and several female artists had already shouted—Xiao Nanlu, who was stepping off the stage, suddenly bent his knees, and fell down, rolling down the steps and falling to the ground.

Someone in the front row got up and ran over, the host was startled and almost threw the microphone out.The people in the back row couldn't see what was going on, they all stood up and stared in that direction.

Many people fell on the podium, especially actresses, who wore long skirts and high heels and couldn't walk down the steps without help.But male stars rarely fall. Xiao Nanlu's previous performances were perfect, and it's really a pity to end like this in the end.

Just thinking like this, someone noticed something was wrong.

A fall is a fall, won't it be fine if you get up again?With the host at the side, just say a few words to ease the atmosphere, and the matter will be over.But there are so many adult men around, why didn't any one help him up?

After watching for a long time, the people behind finally realized that Xiao Nanlu didn't slip on his feet, but passed out.fainted?No way, there are only three steps left.By the way, it was said that he had a kidney operation?Cardiac?

Isn't it sick?

This episode was delayed for 5 minutes. Two people helped Cheng Xirong up and walked him outside.Everyone's eyes followed their direction, only to see that he could still walk by himself, but he was a little tired and lacked energy.

The camera of the live broadcast only followed Cheng Xirong down the stage at the beginning, and immediately cut to other directions when Cheng Xirong fell.This kind of accident, the people at the scene saw it, and it was not only Cheng Xirong's accident that the live broadcast was broadcast, but also the unreasonable setting of the organizer.

Afterwards, the director cut the scene to the big screen, and the excerpt from "Ward" was still playing in the background, but the sound was cut, and a layer of interview video was covered in the middle, which was the part outside the TV station before.

The video was broadcast for 5 minutes, and the host came to the stage, feeling "I can't get enough of such a wonderful performance", and joked at the camera: "Director, why don't we play this short film live!"

The award presenters who were still on stage choked with the host: "The audience is going to blow you off, believe it or not? Everyone is still waiting for the next performance, and there is the most important award!"

The two heated up the atmosphere, and invited a popular singer to come on stage, singing and dancing.There is no problem at the scene, and netizens are not fools.The official blog was bursting with comments in an instant, and everyone was asking "what happened just now".

Everyone saw the sudden fall of the little boss. There was no special situation, and a video would not be cut so abruptly.And most importantly, there was no follow-up. After the little boss fell, he disappeared.In the later live broadcast, when the camera flashed across the audience, the little boss was not seen.

Is the little boss a ginseng fruit?As soon as he landed, he got into the ground, and he had to find a Bodhisattva to help him get him out?

When the audience is clamoring for a response, the party will reach its climax-the best picture award will be awarded.The host raised his hand to support the headset, his expression was in place, as if to reveal the suspense.

But in fact, everyone is the award-winning "Sick Ward", and they also guessed that the person who took the stage must be the previous fat director and little boss.If the little boss can appear at this time, it can prove that there was no accident before.

The supporters had enough time before they shouted out: "The Best Picture Award is... "Sick Ward"! We invite our main creators to come on stage!"

The main creator... is the fat director, and the other is the heroine Cheng Zi in the film.

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Outside the TV station, Cheng Xirong was sitting on a small electric donkey, rubbing his knees: "I'm really going all out. If Cheng Zi doesn't honor me, I'll have to break her leg."

Standing in front of him, Fu Zhou smiled, and put his hand on the back of Cheng Xirong's.Cheng Xirong paused, looked up, and then pulled out his hand.Fu Zhou didn't feel anything, took over the delicate hand and continued to rub it in circles.

Cheng Xirong sighed again: "It's just a prank. I think Chengzi deserves this award, because of me, she let it go down. She didn't realize it, but I feel sorry for her."

Fu Zhou didn't answer the question, but just asked, "Is there really no discomfort?"

Cheng Xirong raised his hand and squeezed the distance between the index finger and the thumb that should be as wide as the nail: "A little bit. Actually, I really fainted when I stepped off the stage. I didn't want to use this trick at first. What I said before was to go to the toilet. What, just miss this award. Then you fall, lose face, just don’t get up.”

Fu Zhou's palm stopped, the palm was still covering Cheng Xirong's knee, and his eyes were fixed on Cheng Xirong's chest: "Have you taken your medicine? How is it?"

Cheng Xirong smiled: "Knocking it woke me up. It's okay, just sleepy and a little dazed. Speaking of which, where did you get the little e-Donkey?"

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Xirong leaned forward and sniffed at Fu Zhou: "Have you been drinking?"

"Yeah. Had some drinks and used the neighbor's car."

It was late at night, and it was rare to see stars in the city.Probably because of the alcohol, a certain part of the brain became excited, and Fu Zhou talked more than usual.He said that when he was a child in the countryside, there were not so many high-rise buildings, the air was good, and the stars were particularly bright.In summer, I often put a mat on the roof, then lie down to enjoy the cool, and sleep there at night.

Fu Zhou asked: "Have you seen it? The roof is flat, and fireworks will be set off on it during the Chinese New Year."

"Nonsense. Me too—" I wanted to say that I have lived for so many years, and I don't need you, a little kid, to educate me.When the words came to his lips, Cheng Xirong stopped in a timely manner and changed his words: "I also came from a poor family. Of course I know."

Fu Zhou's expression suddenly froze, and after a moment of stiffness, his interest dropped.He sniffed and nodded: "Well, you know."

Cheng Xirong didn't know what happened to him all of a sudden, he was fine just now, but his face changed instantly.Could it be that what he said didn't suit him?He didn't say anything, he just said that he knew that kind of bungalow.

Could it be... He wanted to show off to himself, but he blocked him back, so he lost face?

Usually he is not like this!Why is he so bad-tempered when he's drinking, and he's going to make faces with just a few words.If you don't think about it carefully enough, he usually doesn't show his emotions, he hides them well.Where is it the same as now, if you say you are pulling your face, you will pull your face, without even a buffer.

Cheng Xirong is not good at coaxing people, seeing that Fu Zhou stopped talking, he simply kept silent too.Two people, one sitting and one standing, neither looking at the other, allowing time to slip by little by little.

In the end, it was Cheng Xirong who broke the silence first. He jumped off the e-donkey with one foot, moved his knees on the spot, and felt that there was no major problem.He casually said "It's time soon, I have to go in again" and was about to walk in.

Fu Zhou grabbed him suddenly, staring at him for a moment: "Don't go in. Go home."

"That won't work. There is one more important item! It's all here, is it still short?" Cheng Xirong looked back at him and asked, "Do you have something to do? If you are busy..."

"It's okay. I'll wait for you."

Cheng Xirong smiled slyly: "I wanted to say, you'll be busy later. Soon, it's ten o'clock, half an hour at most."

Fu Zhou let out a "hmm" and let go of his hand without saying a word.

Cheng Xirong limped in, and when he reached the door, someone swiped his card and opened the door for him, and asked with concern, "Did you get the medicine? Are you all right? Are your legs okay?"

Cheng Xirong exchanged a few words with that person, his expression was natural, and there was no immaturity in his eyes.He is too proficient in these things, has done it many times, and has his own experience and wisdom.

It was obviously the very familiar person, that was him.Why not admit it?He pretends to be watertight, and won't even say a wrong sentence.How cautious and defensive is he?

What about him guarding against me?

Fu Zhou looked at Cheng Xirong's back. It was the clothes he chose, and they belonged to him.But are you defending yourself?

Not the time.Now really isn't the best time.

Fu Zhou took out a cigarette, squatted on the side of the road and lit it.There are still many people around, and young people living nearby are waiting to meet idols.The reporter also wanted to take pictures of the nightlife of the stars, squatting and waiting to follow.It should have been a very quiet night, but there were more people and fireworks, and more distracting thoughts.

Someone is taking pictures of himself, Fu Zhou knows it.But he just wanted to see Cheng Xirong, so he texted him and asked him to come out.When we met, I wanted to talk, to rub the place where he was injured, to be more intimate, to do more.He knew it would be in the papers tomorrow, but couldn't help it.

People are irrational under the influence of alcohol.

No, it's sensible enough.Fu Zhou swallowed all his words and watched Cheng Xirong stay away from him.He's done this already, and he's sensible enough.

Now I just want to smoke, and the bad effects don't matter.Without alcohol, smoking is a good choice.Fu Zhou opened a cigarette case and shook the ashes into it, thinking it was funny.It's time to lose your mind, but in the end, you can still think about the problem of soot.

It seems that after a certain accident, the impulse that young people should have has been lost.After so many years, I had an impulse tonight, but I was pushed back halfway through the rush.

There is no way.That's it, let's go down like this for now.

Now...he is wearing the clothes he gave him, and he looks the way he wants to see, so that's not bad.

Cheng Xirong didn't know that much.When he went back, a staff member was very surprised to see him, and asked, "Why are you back?"Hearing that he was going out before, he thought he was going to retreat, and a few people got together and breathed a sigh of relief - it is best for people to leave, if there is no accident on their own territory, then they can go anywhere.

I didn't expect to come back again...

Cheng Xirong laughed and said, "I went out to get some fresh air. It's much better now."

The man licked his lower lip, hesitant: "Then... you want to go back to the studio?"

"Of course."

The other party had no choice but to lead him through the side door and let him squeeze in.Su Minglin almost jumped up, but after forcibly enduring it, he looked him up and down: "Are you okay?"

Cheng Zi was sitting with them, next to Su Minglin, slapped Su Minglin behind him, and leaned over: "Did you fall somewhere? Is it okay?"

They all care about people.

Cheng Xirong smiled: "It's okay."

Su Minglin sat up from the back: "Why are you still coming back? Why don't you go back to rest with Senior Brother?"

"Not yet. Immediately, that's all."

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