C16

The thunder exploded beside his ears, causing Cheng Xirong's heart to sink. Recognized? How did he recognize himself? Should he pretend that he didn't know, or should he just be honest and pull him onto a boat?

Fu Zhou's tipsy expression slowly turned sluggish. He pinched a strand of Cheng Xirong's hair and twirled it around his finger: "Your expression is so similar to Cheng Xirong! How long have you stayed with him to look so much like him? "

Cheng Xirong raised his hand and the other person grabbed his arm in mid-air.

Fu Zhou's fingers slowly tightened: "You're right."

"What?"

"Don't you know? "When Cheng Xirong is not sure, he touches his own face."

This was a subconscious action. Cheng Xirong knew it, but rarely realized it. On the other hand, a fan was actually so clear about it? It can't even be like this for a private meal, can it?

Cheng Xirong retracted his hand: "I didn't notice — open the door first, I'm very uncomfortable."

Fu Zhou tilted his head: "Why?"

Because I was killed once by a central lock, because I couldn't forget the pain of being burned by a fire, because I was betrayed by my lover, and I had a lingering fear … There were so many reasons, but the question was, why did this person become so stubborn after drinking?

Cheng Xirong let out a breath of air and was about to snatch the key from his hands. Fu Zhou was more agile. He stuffed the key into his pocket and covered it with both hands. This Position... Cheng Xirong took a glance and quickly retracted his gaze to look outside the window. Of course, there was no way to make a move.

"Answer my question," Fu Zhou said.

Cheng Xirong silently agreed. The hot air in the carriage froze, and his clothes stuck to his body while he was drenched. The air was thinning, and his head was starting to spin. He could not think of anything else to think about.

Wu steel swallowed his saliva, "Do you really have to be familiar with Cheng Xirong?"

Cheng Xirong nodded.

Fu Zhou paused for a moment and thought of a question, "Hmm …" "How familiar are you?"

Cheng Xirong: "I know everything about him."

Cheng Xirong rushed out after getting the keys. He sat down on the shoulder of the road, breathing in the hot, humid air and calming his nerves. After a while, Fu Zhou also sat down, and the two of them separated by a palm.

The street lamps were dim and yellow, and moths were clearly visible around the lights. Under the lights, there was silence. Cheng Xirong was lying on his knees while Fu Zhou looked up at the sky. No one said anything. Cheng Xirong thought this confrontation would last all night.

Five minutes later, the sound of Fu Zhou slapping mosquitoes began. Cheng Xirong turned his head and left the back of his head to him.

After another five minutes, Fu Zhou muttered to himself, "Why didn't you bite you? — Go, you two will bite him."

"..." You can't be as fussy as someone who's had a drink.

Cheng Xirong sighed helplessly. He held his knees and stood up, then kicked Fu Zhou's calf: "Stand up. "Let's find another place to sit."

Fu Zhou was pinching the red packet on his arm, looking up, his thin chin taut. His eyes were a little unfocused, but it was hard to see his depth. When he looked at Cheng Xirong, it was as if he was looking at a distant place, and his eyes were long and calm.

It was very similar to the one he had seen in the afternoon. It was a kind of nostalgic feeling. When one saw something familiar, the emotion was greater than reason. First, they would be reluctant to part with it.

He had no facial expression, but his eyes had always been lively. Even Cheng Xirong could understand that his eyes could speak. This hit the heart of others. Cheng Xirong counted. There were too many people thinking about him at this time. At least half of his 60-million fans were still alive, right?

But other than his parents, who else would reveal such an expression?

Love is empty, most can not bear the time, can not bear to move. Feng Yi had also been infatuated before, but what about at the end? But now, the things that he could hold in his hands were too little.

Cheng Xirong sat back down, cleared his throat and asked, "You said you wanted to talk to me. What do you want to talk about? "

Fu Zhou kept his gaze on Ye Zichen, then he lowered his head and looked at Ye Zichen in the end. His gaze gradually turned cold, and it was reason that caught up to him, suppressing the flaws in his emotions. He took a cigarette, twirled the lighter in his hand, and put it back.

"Talk about the script."

Cheng Xirong didn't think that Ye Zichen would stop him with the same topic. When he got to this topic, he immediately became serious, and the alcohol in his body disappeared as he became serious.

Fu Zhou shook his head, "It seems like there is nothing much to talk about. "Yang Xiu Lin became the male lead. He doesn't have an official position, and he can even sell CP. So, which role does he want you to try?"

"Yang Xiu Lin."

Fu Zhou looked him up and down: "Can you hold on?"

This was Cheng Xirong's field of expertise. His acting was his most prized asset, and his field control was also his specialty. So far, there were no scenes that he couldn't stand up to. Even if he had changed his body, he would only need a little more time to adjust it.

"You can arrange an audition."

"No need for you to say anything, I will."

Cheng Xirong instantly understood: "You came today to pick out actors for that book?"

"Let's take a look first." This book needs a lot of time to be repaired. "

It took him an entire night to come to a conclusion and make a quick decision. Such boldness was indeed astonishing. Cheng Xirong pursed his lips: "Are you going to point at this book?"

"What do you mean?"

Cheng Xirong took something out of his backpack and held it in his fist. The street lamp gently moved to a corner. He opened his palm and the Dark Jade appeared, giving off a clear luster. The God Beast Pi Xiu stood between heaven and earth.

Fu Zhou was stunned, his long and narrow eyes opened wide: "This..."

Cheng Xirong slightly raised his head and said seriously: "All of Cheng Xirong's last wishes are mine."

It was destined to be a sleepless night. Fu Zhou still couldn't hold it in anymore, he ran to the distance to smoke a cigarette, then returned to the car to blow the air conditioner. It was already early in the morning, and the streets outside the campus had long since quietened down. Occasionally, a car would pass by, but it was quickly gone.

Fu Zhou's wine was all over, and he was holding an empty bottle of mineral water. Cheng Xirong was the spokesperson for that brand of water. He would go on the high-end route and sell the supermarket for eight dollars a bottle.

"So, you want to make your own studio now?" Just based on the script that Cheng Xirong left behind? "

"By myself."

"What capital do you have?"

Cheng Xirong smiled and said nothing. Qi was the best expression of a person, it was more useful than any language.

Fu Zhou rubbed his forehead, "At least you have the ability. "Why me?"

There were indeed many people to choose from. People like Fu Zhou, who worshiped him, were all talented and hardworking. However, he had been resurrected from the dead and had no choice but to believe the words of heaven. The heavens must have arranged for him to send Fu Zhou to his side, not to anyone else.

Cheng Xirong's fingertips traced the marks on the locker.

"No reason, I just happened to meet him."