C3 No Return to the Night

Shen Wenxu took his salary and walked out of the set.

A gentle breeze blew past him. Shen Wenxu found a patch of grass and squatted down, feeling a little uncomfortable. He knew that he was probably drunk. After all, he had drunk 18 bottles of beer today.

He didn't like to drink.

The burning sensation in his stomach made him very uncomfortable. There was some spiciness in his mouth, but he felt fortunate instead. Fortunately, the director did not let him drink 18 bottles of white wine. If that was the case, he would just kill him.

He calmed his mind a little and stood up. He endured the nausea and dizziness in his body and walked home step by step.

Home...?

Shen Wenxu did not know what home was. In his opinion, home was just a house. It was just a place for him to stay away from the rain. After all, there was no one waiting for him at home.

Shen Wenxu walked forward in a daze. He also did not know which direction he was walking in. He was cursed several times because he bumped into someone else, but he shook his head indifferently.

Was this the end of his days?

Unpleasant...

Unpleasant... ...

Shen Wenxu wanted to cry, but he couldn't. It seemed like there were no more tears, only fatigue. He just wanted to sleep peacefully, so that he wouldn't be disturbed. Actually... even if he had to keep sleeping...

He walked aimlessly on the street. Tomorrow, he would take on another scene. Of course, he would still be an inconspicuous little character. Fortunately, there were three or four scenes. Although it was pitifully few, he was quite content.

In a daze, Shen Wenxu stumbled and bumped into a person. The other person did not fall. However, he was careless and almost fell down. He managed to stabilize his body, lowered his head, and apologized in a low voice.

"You... are you alright?" The voice was like a spring breeze, confusing Shen Wenxu, who was already drunk. He was thinking crazily whether he had ever heard the voice before. However, it did not work.

"Well..." Shen Wenxu wanted to close his eyes in a daze. He was too tired. With alcohol as a hypnosis, he really needed a good rest.

Once he closed his eyes, he did not know anything else.

He slept until noon the next day. He clearly had insomnia every day, but for some reason, he slept exceptionally well that day.

The vicious sun forced him to open his eyes. The pain of his brain exploding made him completely awake.

Yesterday... he drank wine and left the set... and then...

Shen Wenxu looked at the soft bed in confusion. He did not know what to do. Where is he? Why would he come to this place when he was drunk?

Suddenly, he picked up his watch...

It's over! He had an appointment with the director at nine o'clock in the morning. It was already 12 o'clock in the afternoon. Even if he were to fly, it would be too late!

He hurriedly put on his clothes, washed his face, and brushed his teeth as he thought of a word to say. He silently prayed that perhaps the director would let him off the hook.

"You're awake."

A voice as gentle as the spring wind entered Shen Wenxu's ears. Shen Wenxu, who was washing up in a hurry, did not care. Subconsciously, he nodded and continued brushing his teeth.

Suddenly, Shen Wenxu frowned. The frequency of brushing his teeth slowed down a little bit. In the end, he was completely stunned. With a toothbrush in his mouth, he stared at the other person reflected in the mirror.

It was a young boy who looked like he was in his early twenties. He was wearing a clean white shirt and pants. Looking closely, there were no flaws on his handsome face. His chiseled facial features seemed to have been carved out of the same mold. His hair was slightly golden and his amber eyes were gentle like jade.

"Nice to meet you, Cheng Mingyang."