Perfect Two

This has always been Cheng Xirong's excuse, and he used it as a shield when others were suspicious.This time, he doesn't need to say it himself, and he doesn't need to think about how to say it is more reasonable, what kind of tone to use is more sincere and not abrupt.

Fu Zhou solved this problem for him.

Cheng Xirong's breath was still hanging in his throat, and a thin layer of cold sweat gradually appeared on his back, and his hairs stood on end.

Afraid of being discovered.very scared.

No matter who it is, this is a secret that must be kept forever.I will never speak, and I will follow myself until death.

Cheng Xirong's mind buzzed.Fu Zhou didn't notice anything, and continued, "Maybe it's because the habits are so similar, I can't tell the difference."

"Hmmmmm? What?"

Fu Zhou didn't repeat it, but just asked, "You read the book, do you feel anything strange?"

Cheng Xirong turned it up again, and said, "Yes. There are a few more obvious ones. The scene transitions are very blunt, and the lines are not natural."

Stopping his fingers, Cheng Xirong turned the computer around and asked Fu Zhou to read the text on it: "Look here. The hero is set to have a high IQ but a handicapped life—I won't ask why you think about Cheng Xirong and I can create a disability—the heroine is also rough and has no culinary talent. If you set up a scene of grocery shopping and cooking, two people will only be able to cook a table of dark dishes."

"Yes."

"Let me take it as you to pull out the clues hidden in the range hood. But you are too tough, right? A table of dark dishes, two people eating happily? How harmonious? Who are the two of them? Like someone who eats garbage?"

One has a black belly and a poisonous tongue, and the other is impatient and impulsive.Seeing a table of dark dishes, it is a normal reaction to turn the table up and bicker. We also need to discuss who is responsible for the unpalatable food on the table.

Fu Zhou suddenly realized.

Cheng Xirong had a ghostly expression on his face: "There are many people like this who have their core collapsed. What's wrong with you, how did you make such a mistake?"

Fu Zhou was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "Maybe I hope the protagonist can have a good meal."

Cheng Xirong: "...What, do you think I don't have enough to eat, or are you afraid that Cheng Xirong will starve in the sky?"

Fu Zhou suddenly said, "Do you want to offer incense to Cheng Xirong?"

In no mood!Not at all!I am still alive and well, so I go to burn incense for myself, this is too weird!Moreover, the rebirth of the soul is a pseudo-scientific thing, and there is no way to explain it.If you really come before the Buddha, will you be restrained?

Will it be taken away again because there is no scientific basis?Will he become a ghost, wandering around without attachment, and Pan Nanxing's body will die completely?

Cheng Xirong didn't want to take such a risk at all.

Fu Zhou was very surprised: "Why didn't you go?"

"I don't want to go." Cheng Xirong stood up and left, yawning along the way, "I'm going to bed, I'm so tired, don't disturb me at night."

The corners of Fu Zhou's mouth gradually curled up, and his voice sounded normal: "Okay."

Cheng Xirong added another sentence: "Don't bother me tomorrow. I want to sleep late, don't ask me to have breakfast."

"Ok."

With such cooperation, Cheng Xirong looked back at Fu Zhou, swallowed silently, and suppressed the panic in his heart.I have a bad feeling...

Cheng Xirong still couldn't sleep late.When Fu Zhou went to take pictures of him early in the morning, Cheng Xirong turned over wrapped in a quilt and buried his head under the pillow.While pulling his quilt, Fu Zhou persuaded him nicely, "Don't keep your head stuffy, you can't breathe well."

Turn over again, and lift your leg to kick.

Fu Zhou pinched Cheng Xirong's ankle and asked, "I'm going to offer incense, do you really have to?"

Cheng Xirong opened one eye and grinned: "What?"

"I'm going to offer incense."

"I'm not going. Go yourself."

Cheng Xirong flicked his foot, feeling his ankle loosened and let go.He adjusted his posture again, lying on his side with his eyes closed.Fu Zhou opened the bedroom door and went out, took the key again, and finally there was the sound of the security door being locked.Cheng Xirong was half asleep and half awake, wondering in a daze, would it have any effect?

I am still in this world, if Fu Zhou goes to burn incense for himself, will he burn himself back?

Probably not.A memorial service was also held, and there were no problems.I still bounced around for so long, and even survived the surgery.

No, no, the question is, why would I think about such a meaningless thing?think too much.

After Cheng Xirong woke up, he went to the crew, and just in time for the crew to have dinner, he and Su Minglin got together to eat.Cheng Zi laughed at him from the side: "Senior Brother Fu Zhou is definitely not at home."

"how do you know?"

"If he was here, would you still use it here for food?"

Cheng Xirong wanted to hit her on the head with chopsticks, but raised his hand as a warning, and asked, "Have you eaten your box lunch?"

Chengzi shrank back with a smile: "It's yours—you didn't come here for a meal? Then what are you doing?"

Just looking for a place with a lot of people.It's more practical this way... If I'm alone, maybe I'll just fall asleep and get over it.Cheng Xirong realized that he was really in the grade, and that weird thought had haunted him for a whole day, and he still had a faint tendency to want to point the finger at him.

Su Minglin interjected: "I'm planning to call you this afternoon to ask. Do you want to come out to film now?"

"what happened?"

"I've been filming this for more than half a month, and the child in the second bed is really not good."

It was a middle school student named Luo Zishu.Not yet developed, the whole person is thin and small, but very white.Children are very aura, they are very open in front of the camera, and they are emotionally extroverted.At the time of the audition, Fu Zhou had his eyes on him, asked his parents, and supported him, so he decided on it.

Cheng Xirong frowned: "Didn't he be most satisfied during the audition?"

Su Minglin looked distressed: "Yeah. He performed very well during the audition, and he is also very good now. But there are some problems with the role. You know, the short film for the rookie competition, you get the most attention."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Su Minglin was also helpless: "Then do you know which of the several roles you have played is the most eye-catching?"

Cheng Xirong: "...Don't tell me it's the second bed."

"That's right! Bed No. [-] and the nurse. The nurse acted naturally because of the reverse character, so it's shocking. Bed No. [-] really has too prominent eye scenes, and the emotional tension of the whole character is in place."

Cheng Xirong felt powerless.Can there be troubles if you act well?

Su Minglin: "It's because of this that I said that Nie Rui has no pressure to take on the male lead, because you are not outstanding in the male lead's performance. It is also because your second bed suppresses the male lead's success."

Cheng Xirong thought for a while, "What did that child say?"

"I haven't told him yet, let me ask you first. To be honest, he has already performed very well. At this age, he is absolutely extraordinary. The problem is that you were too impressive before. If he wants to overthrow you, he will No one can do it.”

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