After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

"No," Ning An said, but his face turned even redder. His eyelashes drooped, and he looked stiff and nervous: "I don't have a fever."

Feng Yun squinted his head sideways, always feeling that his condition was not right.

He got up and stopped in front of him, wanting to raise his hand to touch his face.

But Ning An slapped his hand away heavily, and the palm of his hand hit the palm of his hand, the sound was crisp and loud.

Feng Yun was stunned for a moment, and the brows frowned slightly, a little hurt by his alienation and guard.

Ning An was also taken aback by his own reaction, he looked at him apologetically, annoyed: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it."

Feng Yun still stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, it was a little hot, but it didn't look like a fever.

He let go of his heart, retracted his hand, took a step back, smiled lightly, and looked calm and didn't care: "It's nothing, I'm just a little worried about you."

Ning An seemed to be afraid of him?

He was a little puzzled in his heart, staring at the door of the bathroom thoughtfully, recalling how he looked just now.

His face was so red, when the palm of his hand touched his skin, he could feel his state tense instantly, even his breathing seemed to pause, and his toes curled up...

There was a bang in his brain, as if a string of flames had been strung together, causing his Adam's apple to roll and his eyes to darken.

He stared at the door, hesitated for a moment, and finally packed his things and returned to his room.

Ning An quickly washed his face, but he didn't go out immediately, but stood against the sink for a while.

He was indeed a little nervous just now, and now he can't lift his head in embarrassment.

After calming down, the table was empty when he came out, the wine glass was gone, and Feng Yun had already returned to the room.

He felt a little lost, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't until he lay back on the bed and buried his face in the thin blanket in the dark that he felt a little ridiculous.

Absurd and ridiculous.

The SOSO bar was as lively as ever, and they still made an appointment in the box on the second floor.

This time Tan Wenyu was the first to arrive. He was sitting on the booth smoking a cigarette, and the smoke was lingering in front of his eyes. As the lights on the first floor changed, the colors reflected on his face flickered, and even the thin layer of smoke was dyed with color. It became charming, inexplicably like an old oil painting with dark colors.

Ning An and Tian Xiaoci came up front and rear.

Seeing them appear, Tan Wenyu seemed to come alive, and his facial features and expression came alive as his posture changed.

Everyone took their seats, and the casual and familiar atmosphere permeated naturally.

Relax.

With the windows open, the enclosed box becomes a semi-enclosed space.

Looking sideways, you can see the beautiful scenery on the dance floor on the first floor.

As the dancing posture changes, the gold powder on the girl's waist outlines soft and flexible lines under the dim light.

Waves of cheers and noise poured in like a tide, ups and downs, making this space even more unspeakable sense of security.

You can choose to indulge, or you can choose to be reserved and conservative.

"Brother Ning," Tian Xiaoci was wearing a rubber powder T-shirt. His black hair was soft and a little longer than before, hanging by his ears, with a neutral beauty.

He was thinking about Ning An saying that he had something to announce, so he couldn't wait to ask: "Can we talk about it now? What's the matter?"

Tan Wenyu stretched out a finger, put it to his lips and shook it a few times: "Wait a minute, let me guess first."

Ning An held the wine glass and smiled: "Then you guess first."

Tan Wenyu looked at Ning An seriously, and after a while he bent his eyes: "Is it with Feng Yun..."

The ending sound dragged on for a long time, and gradually raised, and the eyes became meaningful.

Tian Xiaoci covered his face in cooperation, and looked at Ning An with two eyes peeking out from between his fingers: "Brother Ning, where are we going?"

Ning An rubbed his forehead helplessly, and was finally amused by them. He looked left and right, obviously there were only the three of them in this space, and he was still a little guilty.

Seeing his posture, the other two thought they could hear something exciting, and couldn't help looking at him expectantly.

They did hear something very exciting, but it was completely different from what they imagined.

Ning An lit a fire at Kaba, and after taking a puff of cigarettes, he said in a low voice embarrassingly: "It has progressed to the point where I am watching videos online to learn skills."

"What technique?" Tan Wenyu frowned in disbelief: "Which step?"

Ning An became even more embarrassed, and the tips of his ears turned red: "For example, you have to learn to kiss, right? I want to behave better."

"You two haven't kissed yet, have you?" Tan Wenyu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he scolded Feng Yun in his heart. He looked strong and sharp, but he turned out to be a soft knife.

Ning An thought for a while, and asked, "Does it count if you put your lips together when you get married?"

Tan Wenyu didn't really want to talk to him anymore, so he turned to Tian Xiaoci, "Forget it, let's talk about something else."

Ning An lowered his eyes and laughed.

Tan Wenyu sincerely gave him a suggestion: "It's useless to watch those. If you have time to watch movies, it's better to go to Feng Yun to practice."

Ning An rested his chin on the wrist holding the cigarette, half serious and half joking: "Okay."

Tian Xiaoci really has something to do, and Zhang Qi's team has already had preliminary contact with him.

And this temptation is indeed a bit big for him.

When going abroad to study, besides fulfilling one's student dream and avoiding Shen Qingchuan, the most important thing is to make oneself have a skill in a certain professional field, so as to guarantee the life of oneself and mother in the future.

It's not like before, when encountering difficulties, there is no way to retreat, and you pack yourself out like a cargo.

When Ning An talked about learning "skills", Tian Xiaoci didn't say anything.

That's because, even if he and Shen Qingchuan have been together for so long, sometimes it may be more exciting than "film".

But in fact, he didn't know much.

Most of the time, when they were together, he was just enduring, treating himself as a commodity, trying not to disappoint the buyer.

He didn't want that feeling anymore, he and his mother's fate must be controlled by himself.

And all of this requires one's own independence and strength, and a certain amount of money to support it. Although the success rate of kidney transplantation is very high, the proportion of patients undergoing second transplantation is also quite high.

So he has to work very hard and earn a lot of money to have a sense of security and to ensure that his mother can get treatment in time if something goes wrong.

He was different from Ning An. Although Ning An had a difficult life, in a sense he only had himself.

He has no sense of belonging to this world, so thinking about problems is more direct and clear.

But Tian Xiaoci had to consider a lot.

Undoubtedly, starring in Zhang Qi's movie will allow him to reach his ultimate goal in one step, status and money, if nothing else happens, he may have both.

But a young boy with a particularly attractive appearance, no background and no connections, may not feel very safe in that circle.

And reading is his obsession.

For a while, he was caught in a dilemma.

It was difficult for Ning An and Tan Wenyu to give him perfect advice, after all, this kind of thing still had to be decided by himself in the end.

Tian Xiaoci asked them to speak out, not necessarily because he needed an opinion, but because he needed to talk.

"However," Tan Wenyu said, "many people are staring at this cake now, and He Yi Company is also fighting for this opportunity for several artists."

In fact, He Yi is a very suitable candidate, but unfortunately the schedule behind him is already full.

"If you don't have an audition, you can try it first," Ning An said, "This is also a way. If you still want to study, you can postpone it for a year. It's not impossible to go after filming the movie."

Tian Xiaoci nodded: "Director Zhang Qi means that if I have intentions, it will be settled out of ten. He said that he was optimistic about a model before, but the other party has no intention of entering this circle. It's a pity."

He habitually turned the ring on his tail finger: "I'm not very confident. Acting is too difficult for me. I can't even play the drama of life well."

"Don't worry," Tan Wenyu said, "Zhang Qi is the best at training actors. Even wood can make him shoot three-point spirituality. Don't say you are so clever. In fact, I can understand why he insists on finding a model. Let's shoot."

Ning An raised an eyebrow with a smile.

Qin Wenyu pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray: "Because actors are good at acting, but they are not good at expressing fashion. Do you remember the fashion blockbuster that the O brand invited the actress to shoot last year? When it came out, it was criticized. What did the actress go through? What? It’s so stupid? In fact, it’s not the actress, but her expression of fashion is limited to this. Zhang Qi can teach acting skills, but many scenes in this movie are related to fashion, fashion sense And the ability to express fashion is not something that can be trained by training, it needs long-term accumulation.”

"Go and shoot." He said, and then took a look at Ning An: "Feng Yun once said to me, 'You may only have one chance to change your destiny once in your life. The reason why most people in this world are mediocre is because Most people dare not take the risk to seize the opportunity when it comes, 'If you don't seize it now, you may never have it again, Xiao Ci."

Tian Xiaoci nodded thoughtfully.

Ning An listened with a smile. At this moment, his phone vibrated on the corner of the table, and the screen lit up.

He put down his wine glass, and saw Feng Yun's message: I'll pick you up.

There was no traffic jam at night, Feng Yun arrived at SOSO in half an hour, during this period, the three of them chatted a lot.

Qin Wenyu's song has been recorded, and he will meet with you in about May. By then, no matter whether he succeeds or fails, he will become an artist who has officially debuted. It will never be as easy as it is today.

They couldn't help feeling a little emotional, the three of them joined hands all the way, and today, their paths began to fork.

Although everyone is moving in a better direction, there is still some sadness.

In those moments of hardships and hardships in the past, the three of them encouraged each other and helped each other to come to the present.

Those years of running or climbing forward with a deep foot and a shallow foot, as well as the memories related to those years, have become extremely precious.

In addition to sadness, there is more relief. Although they are a little apprehensive about the future of themselves and each other, they are more yearning and blessings.

There are many ways to work together, support each other, and continue the friendship even if they have taken different paths.

April flies by, and May arrives quietly.

Ning An's heart became more and more tense day by day.

The beginning of May is a statutory holiday. Most people have seven days off, but Feng Yun only has one day, which means that on the 2nd birthday, he still has to go to work.

On May [-]st, Feng Yun was on vacation. The two got up early to clean up together, and then went to the supermarket to buy fresh fruits, vegetables, meat and eggs.

Same as last time, Ning An went to the tool store on the sixth floor to buy, Feng Yun sat in the open coffee shop as usual and ordered a cup of coffee.

The coffee served by the waiter is still the same as last time, it is love latte art.

The book of English poetry was still lying there quietly, Feng Yun looked at the silhouette of Ning An talking with the clerk, his figure was tall and straight, with his head slightly tilted, only a small part of his face was exposed, glowing white under the light.

Rubbing the collection of poems with his fingertips, he didn't dare to look at the poems that moved him so much.

The last time he saw it, he wasn't quite sure what love was, and he wasn't sure whether he had love or possessiveness for Ning An.

Even now he's not sure, but he's not bothered with that anymore.

There is no standard answer to love, just follow your heart, so this time his mood is very relaxed.

They ate western food, Ning An only ate two pieces of foie gras, put down the knife and fork, and focused on watching Feng Yun eat the rest of the time.

It seems that watching other people eat is also very interesting.

"Do you still want to continue working as a model?" Feng Yun asked him.

"After finishing the work in hand, it's probably over," Ning An smiled: "The teacher said, let me go to the studio in June, and I can take a break in May, make a general idea, accumulate emotions, Prepare for a domestic fashion design competition at the end of the year."

Feng Yun cut the steak and pushed it in front of him: "You don't have much work, you don't need to go on a diet anymore, just eat. With your daily exercise, you won't gain weight even if you eat normally."

"Then I'll take two bites." Ning An laughed, practicing the golden mean.

"I ate them all," Feng Yun said, "And I will be a birthday star in a few hours, so you have to listen to me."

Ning An looked at him for a while, and finally smiled: "Okay."

The time at night was very leisurely. At twelve o'clock, Ning An stood in front of Feng Yun's door on time. His eyebrows and eyes were crooked when he smiled, and his two pear dimples curled up, wishing him: "Happy birthday."

Feng Yun smiled and stood up, looking at his eyes full of expectation: "Thank you, can I give you a hug?"

Ning An opened his arms and hugged him into his arms, wrapping around his waist, the body temperature and body temperature sticking together, it was a feeling of intimacy.

Feng Yun said again: "Can I kiss you?"

Ning An took a step back, held his hand kindly, bent slightly, and pressed a kiss on the back of his hand.

When he looked up, he was facing Shang Feng Yun's dark eyes, and he took advantage of the opportunity to hold his hand in his palm, and said dissatisfiedly: "Just send me away like this?"

His thin white fingers were gently rubbed, and he looked into his eyes and said, "Do you want to do something else?"

The author has something to say: Tan Wenyu: Feng Yun turned out to be a soft knife

Feng Yun: What about Shi Geng?

Cough... I didn't say it, Feng Yun said it himself