Perfect Two

He was so angry that he could only shut his mouth to show resistance.

At this time, Cheng Xirong saw the layout of the room clearly.It is indeed Zhou Sheng's office, but it is a matching inner room, used as a lounge.Cheng Xirong had been here before, and he also took a nap on the sofa, so he was no stranger to the furnishings here.

But the shooting location is not too close to the stars, the hospital and the studio are in the same place, at least a three-hour drive between them.

How did I get here?

No matter how drowsy Cheng Xirong was, he knew there was something strange about it, and when he thought about his doubts about "medicine" before, he became suspicious when he saw Zhou Sheng.

Zhou Sheng's hand holding the tea paused for a moment in mid-air, and then said with a helpless smile: "It's plain water, nothing has been added. Why are you worried?"

Cheng Xirong: "Did you add medicine to me before?"

"Yes." Zhou Sheng was very frank, "I want to invite you over. You are already here now, I don't need to add anything to you. Your throat is very dry, drink some water to moisten it."

"You can call me, or find me on set."

Zhou Sheng still nodded: "I know. But I just like this way...I want to see your reaction now."

What's wrong with this?

Why didn't I find out that Zhou Sheng still had this habit before?

Zhou Sheng put down the teacup, approached the sofa, and looked directly at Cheng Xirong: "Do you know that you will reveal your true colors only when you are most unexpected."

Cheng Xirong's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely had some associations and guesses.

Zhou Sheng explained very considerately, as if he was afraid that Cheng Xirong would not understand, and explained in detail: "If I call you, or go directly to the set to find you, it doesn't matter what, you will definitely take the one I prepared. Show me the shell. I don't want to see that fake thing, I want to see the real you."

Zhou Sheng raised his hand, and stroked Cheng Xirong's cheek with his fingers: "It's like this now. When you are most shocked, when you are defenseless, it is you."

"Welcome back, Cheng Xirong."

577

Cheng Xirong remembered that Feng Yi had reminded him.

Neither Cheng Xirong himself nor Fu Zhou, who was relayed, took that sentence seriously, and never expected such a situation.

"Zhou Sheng has his eyes on you."

They all thought that it was still based on those few scripts. Zhou Sheng and Cheng Xirong once fought over those few scripts, but they didn't win.Now that the book is in the hands of this newcomer, Zhou Sheng naturally has to pay attention to the developments here.

Whether it is for the purpose of prevention, it is necessary to prepare in advance to compete for the market and suppress the opponent before it appears.I still want to make amends again, and get a win-win situation and benefit together under the current situation.

Cheng Xirong even thought that Zhou Sheng might come to him to talk about cooperation.Zhou Sheng has money, resources, and connections, and he has something he wants, so he will definitely come and try it.

It never occurred to me that the "staring" Feng Yi referred to was "staring" in this sense.

In the middle of talking, why hasn't Feng Yi changed his habit?

Cheng Xirong had no way to force himself to calm down, so he could only continue to keep his mouth shut and remain silent, responding to all changes with the same.He didn't know Zhou Sheng's purpose, and couldn't guess what Zhou Sheng wanted to do, so he could only stand still.

However, Zhou Sheng didn't seem to have the intention of playing military tactics and scheming with Cheng Xirong.They drugged people and hijacked them, and that's it.

There is no back trick, as if his purpose is to get people over.As for what to do with it, he has no idea and doesn't care.

Cheng Xirong was lying on the sofa in the lounge, Zhou Sheng gave him water, but if he didn't drink, Zhou Sheng went out.

Through a door, Cheng Xirong could hear the movement outside.Someone came in and reported work to Zhou Sheng, Zhou Sheng gave instructions, and they went out.

There were also people who were simply joking with Zhou Sheng, maybe it was some newly signed artist who teased Mr. Zhou, but they got angry and were held down by Zhou Sheng and ate a tofu.

There was a familiar voice, those old employees when Cheng Xirong was still in Xingchen, are still doing their original jobs, and they have not changed.Of course, there are newcomers, and the one who came up to report from the financial department was an unfamiliar voice, Cheng Xirong had never heard of it.

Coming in and out like this, Zhou Sheng had no time to relax and was always busy.He just let Cheng Xirong go, no matter what, and didn't take any countermeasures, not even avoiding it.

Zhou Sheng just let Cheng Xirong listen to Xingchen's internal management in such a big way, and he is not afraid of leaking those secrets and inside stories.

What does it mean?Is he going to silence him afterwards?

Cheng Xirong tried to move his exhausted hands and feet, but there was no confinement, simply because the effect of the medicine hadn't passed yet.I don't know if Zhou Sheng doesn't intend to restrict his actions, or if he trusts the effect of the unknown drug and thinks that Cheng Xirong cannot get out of this state.

In fact, Cheng Xirong really didn't have the strength to resist.This is Zhou Sheng's old camp, and there are Zhou Sheng's people outside, any artist can hold Cheng Xirong down and bring him to Zhou Sheng to ask for a reward.

It is impossible to run.

Calculating the time, it should be afternoon by now, and Zhou Sheng started refusing to work as he approached the end of get off work, and turned on the stereo to play music.

Music came in through the crack of the door and lingered around Cheng Xirong's ears.

Cheng Xirong got up with the help of the sofa, but he couldn't stand firmly when he got up, and he fell to the ground and fell heavily.

Zhou Sheng heard movement outside, finally put down his pen, opened the door and entered.He looked down at Cheng Xirong, still smiling: "What's the matter? Can't you just lie down if you don't feel well? Sigh, you..."

Quite emotional, seems helpless?

Zhou Sheng squatted down, reaching out to hug Cheng Xirong.

Cheng Xirong leaned back on the sofa, waved Zhou Sheng's hand away, and asked pantingly, "What do you want to do?"

"Help you up."

"What did you bring me here for?"

Zhou Sheng withdrew his hand, faced Cheng Xirong, and sat down on the floor as well.He was wearing western trousers, his legs and feet couldn't be stretched, they stretched out awkwardly, the toes just touched the sofa, forming a triangle with the sofa, enclosing Cheng Xirong.

"Nothing, I just wanted to see you."

Cheng Xirong frowned.

Zhou Sheng raised his hand to touch Cheng Xirong's brow, but Cheng Xirong turned his head away.He didn't react too much, and pinched Cheng Xirong's chin casually: "Don't frown. You don't know, when you frown, I feel uncomfortable. I don't like to see you frowning."

What the hell?What is this?Self-confession?But this content is a bit too scary!

Zhou Sheng expressed his feelings to himself: "I can't see that you have something on your mind, that's why I will give you what you want, and I have coaxed you to be happy for so many years."

Cheng Xirong raised it: "I don't understand what you are talking about, what many years?"

The corners of Zhou Sheng's mouth were pressed down, a little unhappy: "You still pretend to be with me? That's boring. You're such a nice person when you're in a relationship, and you give me your heart. But you're going to break the relationship. , why are you so cruel?"

"Have you identified the wrong person?"

"How could you admit your mistake? I know you so well, how many years have you been under my command? Can I admit your mistake? That idiot Feng Yi will admit his mistake, but I won't even admit it."

Speaking of Feng Yi... This tone doesn't sound like a lover, not even a lover, without any tenderness.

Zhou Sheng was still feeling emotional: "Tell me, for so many years, I have tried every means to make you happy. You are very straightforward, you go as soon as you say, and you want to do it alone? How could you think of doing it alone? Isn't it good for you to follow me?"

Is this person stunned?No one asked him these things!How long has he been holding back, and he can't wait to find someone to talk to?

Cheng Xirong emphasized: "You let me out."

Zhou Sheng: "I didn't stop you. Did I tie you up? You can leave whenever you want. As long as you can get out."

Although he knew it was impossible, Cheng Xirong always wanted to try.It's useless to sit and chat with Zhou Sheng all the time, he's in a daze, he doesn't know why he's going crazy.

At the very least, break this situation first.

To see what he will do.

Cheng Xirong stood up on the sofa, his legs were still weak, but Zhou Sheng really didn't stop him, and let him stumble out.

Zhou Sheng was still sitting on the ground, and asked aloud: "I actually want to talk to you. After all, you've been dead for so long, and you finally came back. Don't you want to talk about the past? You saw me sleeping with Feng Yi, What's your idea?"

Cheng Xirong's footsteps paused, and he supported the wall to maintain his balance: "I see you off, I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years."

"Happy marriage for a hundred years..." Zhou Sheng laughed muffledly, "I used to wish you and Feng Yi a happy marriage for a hundred years, you don't know how jealous I am."

"It's not what you like now? You and Feng Yi sleep whatever you want, no one will object to you."

"It can't be done. He is poisoned, I can't keep him."

It really is... just Feng Yi's complexion is abnormal, he doesn't seem to be sick.

Zhou Sheng called out, "Cheng Xirong, are you really not going to look back at me?"

What are you looking at?Neuropathy, so what if you take another look?

Cheng Xirong didn't want to talk to this person anymore, he leaned on the wall and walked out, pressing his beating heart, praying that this body would show some face.

However, when he reached the door, Zhou Sheng stood up suddenly, pressed the doorknob from behind, and surrounded Cheng Xirong in the corner.

"You look at me."

No.

"I said, look at me! I want you to look at me!"

dont see.

Zhou Sheng couldn't keep laughing anymore, he roared hysterically, and pulled Cheng Xirong back angrily.He pinched Cheng Xirong's neck, gritted his teeth and roared: "Why do you always ignore me? Have you never seen me?"

"You..." Cheng Xirong could feel the precarious sound from the bones of the cervical spine, the voice was trapped in his throat, and he couldn't express it fluently.

Zhou Sheng: "Up to now, you still ignore me? What if I told you that I arranged the accident on the set? If I said that Feng Yi didn't know about it, would you take a look at me?"

that explosion?Didn't Feng Yi do it?

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Probably seeing a trace of bewilderment on Cheng Xirong's face, Zhou Sheng was extremely satisfied: "I let him go to the set, I let him watch you die in the sea of ​​fire with his own eyes, and separated the two of you. How is it? How do you feel? "

You bastard... It's this time, no one can go back to the past, those things happened long ago, so is it meaningful to ask these?

If you don't let go, you will be strangled to death... How much does Zhou Sheng hate himself?One explosion accident is not enough, once he is reborn, he will kill himself again?

"Put... hands..."

"Then will you look at me?"

Cheng Xirong was able to bend and stretch, and nodded in agreement.

Looking at each other, Zhou Sheng let go of his hand, and even gently rubbed Cheng Xirong's neck.Don't think about it, there must be congestion and bruising.

Cheng Xirong coughed for a long time, waited for his breath to subside, stared at Zhou Sheng and hid to the side.After retreating for several steps, he asked, "Do you want me to die?"

Zhou Sheng looked indifferent: "If you don't follow me anymore, it's useless, and there's no need to keep it."

What is the logic?Am I a doll he collected?

Cheng Xirong took a few steps back, leaning his back on the window sill: "I don't understand."

Zhou Sheng: "You don't need to understand. Let me ask you, Feng Yi went to see you, what do you think?"

It means that I was on the set some time ago.

Cheng Xirong shook his head: "No."

Zhou Sheng was very happy, and sighed: "I thought the two of you were going to be resurrected...or something else, that is, you still want to maintain a certain relationship, whether you are a lover or a friend. I was so worried that I couldn't sleep. I didn't feel it. It’s fine, it’s fine if you don’t have an idea.”

Cheng Xirong couldn't help but probe: "You and Feng Yi..."

"We're done." Zhou Sheng said calmly, "I slept with him for a purpose. Later, I wanted to get along with him. Anyway, you're dead, and there are only two of us left, and we can chat together. You, remember your things. But if he doesn't cooperate, there is nothing you can do."

Not cooperating...does it mean that Feng Yi has changed his mind?

Zhou Sheng: "But you can't blame him. Since you're back, it's normal for him to refuse to see me again. I know it's you, and I don't want to see him anymore. Let me ask you one last question."

at last?Finally getting to the point?

Cheng Xirong said cautiously: "I may not be able to answer."

"You have to answer." Zhou Sheng walked forward and kept approaching, "You are back now, do you want to come back to me?"

"What if I say no?"

Zhou Sheng said gently: "Then you don't have to go out of this room."

"So, it's a single choice, there's no other answer at all."

"Yes. You have to come back to me, you have to follow me."

Cheng Xirong let out a breath and made sure again: "There is no room?"

"No. You and me, or, I will kill you again. You know, I can crush you to death now. You are too weak, this body is too weak. Not as perfect as you were before... But as long as it is You're fine, I just want you."

Cheng Xirong nodded: "Okay, I get it. I don't. If it weren't for these things, you and I would still be brothers, friends, someone who would help you if you were in trouble. Now, I refuse."

Zhou Sheng kept approaching, his expression became more and more distorted.

Cheng Xirong added: "I will not come back to you. Because I have never belonged to you, not for a quarter of an hour, not for a second. Not in the past, not in the future, you will never have me."

After the words fell, Zhou Sheng had already arrived.He was furious and pinched Cheng Xirong's neck again: "Shut up! Don't say anything, shut up!"

This is the time!

Cheng Xirong grabbed Zhou Sheng's wrist, twisted his backhand with all his strength, and threw Zhou Sheng out with skill.

Behind is the window.

He Ruosheng used this trick more than ten years ago, when He Ruosheng was harassed by that fat man, Cheng Xirong climbed in through the window, and threw him onto the platform.

So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, I have experienced so many things, I changed my identity, and was recognized as my real body...

Piece by piece, all the details are emerging in front of my eyes, turning back and forth like a lantern, shaking my head dizzily.

Cheng Xirong was really dizzy. After exhaustion, his eyes turned black, and he leaned against the window sill and fell down.

All this happened in an instant, Zhou Sheng grabbed Cheng Xirong's wrist while screaming.

Zhou Sheng fell down over 40 floors and had to drag Cheng Xirong with him.

Cheng Xirong is still conscious, but powerless, unable to control his body, unable to do anything.He knew that Zhou Sheng was holding him and was going to drag him down together, but he was limited to knowing that, and could only follow Zhou Sheng's strength and fall on his back to the outside.

In the next second, he was held back by someone.

He knew that someone was hugging his body, he didn't know how to do it, and he came here casually in the chaos.

The lower body was pulled tightly by the man, and he didn't adjust it hastily, forcing his knees to bump together.With Zhou Sheng, an adult man, hanging from his wrist, Cheng Xirong felt that he was about to be torn in two.

The pain brought him back to his temporary lucidity. He opened his eyes and saw the person he was thinking about.

Fu Zhou.

Going round and round, people will always return to their lovers.

It wasn't Zhou Sheng, nor Feng Yi, it was this kid.

It can only be him.

Cheng Xirong closed his eyes again, resigned to his fate and fell into a coma.

Fu Zhou's voice was hoarse, and the voice he yelled was fragmented, like a cry of blood: "Don't sleep! Look at me! Cheng Xirong, look at me!"

OK, looking at you.Just look at you, everyone else stays aside.No one can ask me to watch him, only you, you are the boss, listen to you.

Cheng Xirong opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes were shaking, and Fu Zhou's face was moving closer and further away, shaking like a revolving lantern.

Fu Zhou was still shouting: "Can you hear me, right? Cheng Xirong, throw him off! Let him down, do you hear me? I can't hold you anymore!"

As soon as the voice changed, Fu Zhou yelled across the air: "Zhou Sheng, let me go! Let him go!"

Of course not.

Cheng Xirong smiled wryly: "He... pulled it tighter."

The door was broken open again, and another person followed in, it was Feng Yi.

Cheng Xirong couldn't force a smile, and murmured with emotion: "It's all here."

He and Feng Yi looked at each other for more than ten years, and returned to that small bar.The young man stood on the stage and sang, young and immature, but beautiful.

It has been more than ten years, and he still looks proud of Frost.

As always... is it good, or not?

Cheng Xirong couldn't figure it out.

Fu Zhou: "Come and help! Quick!"

Feng Yi shook his head, and walked forward with vain footsteps: "I have no strength."

Fu Zhou uttered a series of swear words.

Feng Yi ignored it, walked straight past Fu Zhou, and squeezed to the window.Fu Zhou wanted to scold him for getting in the way, but he saw that he was holding a utility knife in his hand.

No one knew what Feng Yi said. Before he stabbed Zhou Sheng, he said goodbye to Zhou Sheng.

Then, he disappeared.

From the eyes of the world, and from Cheng Xirong's life, he completely disappeared.

Those grievances, blown by the wind from the [-]th floor, can no longer be smelled.

one year later.

At the film's premiere, Fu Zhou helped Cheng Xirong up the steps, staring at his feet.

Cheng Xirong pushed him and said helplessly, "Why are you so nervous? The media is here, so don't be like this."

Fu Zhou didn't listen, and he didn't heave a sigh of relief until Cheng Xirong sat on the soft chair watching the movie.

At the Xingchen headquarters, Cheng Xirong was pulled up and saved his life.But when Zhou Sheng dragged him, his waist hit the window sill and injured his lumbar spine.

In the following year, Cheng Xirong finished filming in a wheelchair with a girdle tied, and then lay in bed for half a year.He has just entered rehabilitation recently, and his legs are still not flexible... Maybe he will be better in the future, and he will be able to walk without being supported, but it is impossible to fully recover.

With Fu Zhou's support, Cheng Xirong adjusted his sitting posture, looked at the heads in the front row, leaned into Fu Zhou's ear and whispered, "Are you sure, this is your first movie, don't you go to the front with other main creators?" ?”

Fu Zhou shook his head.He is still not used to these publicity methods, showing himself on stage is like a monkey being tricked to him, which will only make him uncomfortable.

As long as he can film, it's fine, and it doesn't matter if others take credit for other credits.

Not long after, the host came to the stage and started a lively and grand introduction.

The premiere ceremony was organized by He Ruosheng. The film had just won an award, and quite a few passers-by liked it before it was released.Coupled with He Ruosheng's previous image, he earned a wave of favorability before it was released.

And He Ruosheng's greatest value lies in his social circle.For a movie, most people in the entertainment industry are standing for them, and they are very hard to promote.

It's a feast, no doubt about it.

Halfway through the premiere, Fu Zhou reached out to Cheng Xirong's back and rubbed Cheng Xirong's waist.Cheng Xirong pressed down Fu Zhou's hand, and while playing with Fu Zhou's fingers, he whispered, "You can still sit still, it's fine."

As soon as the words fell, the host said with emotion: "It's a pity that the lead actor and director were not present."

He Ruosheng smiled and said, "They also wanted to come, so they asked me to bring you gifts."

It is a part of Fu Zhou's storyboard, as well as the vase in Cheng Xirong's home in the play.Fans were drawn at the scene to give away. It seems that both of them are fans of "Little Boss", and they are completely in love with Fu Zhou's storyboard—

Idol's man, just give me some support.

The host sent the fans down, turned around and asked He Ruosheng: "It is said that the lead actor was injured during filming, and he insisted on finishing the film."

He Ruosheng rubbed his nose: "Yes, he is still in rehabilitation training, so he can't be here today."

Under the stage, Fu Zhou reached out to Cheng Xirong's back again, and pressed his palm against it, refusing to move it away no matter what.

The host asked again: "Then why didn't the director show up?"

He Ruosheng laughed: "Sick patients always need someone to take care of them, so there's no way to do it all at once."

An ambiguous discussion, each other understands each other, and sends sugar to CP powder from a distance, sweet and sweet.

Afterwards, the film was shown, and Cheng Xirong fell asleep while watching it, leaning on Fu Zhou's shoulder, almost drooling.He didn't have the excitement and joy of a newcomer on the big screen for the first time, everything was calm and natural, which gave Fu Zhou the greatest peace of mind.

He believed in his own performance, and also believed in Fu Zhou's strength.The film they made together must be good.

Probably because it has been crooked for a long time, Cheng Xirong was woken up by the pain in his lumbar spine, and squeezed Fu Zhou's hand: "I can't... I can't sit still."

Fu Zhou squatted down in the narrow aisle, lifted Cheng Xirong on his back, and moved out with his waist bent.

Everyone gathered in the theater, and it was quiet outside.

Cheng Xirong leaned on Fu Zhou's back and asked Fu Zhou's ear, "Master Director, when will the new film start?"

"Wait for the hero to take his place."

"The hero is ready."

"The director thinks it's not enough, and needs to be raised again."

"Then sleep in separate beds tonight, the male lead's body needs to rest."

"...We can study the script first and start tonight."

……

Well, it doesn't matter where you start, as long as you can hold that hand as you go.