C5

The results of the audition quickly spread. A group of people were sad, unsatisfied, and some even went to Hee Yiming to celebrate. Hee Yiming pushed aside all the customers and followed behind Cheng Xirong as they walked in circles: "What exactly happened to you? Aren't you being too scheming? You're just waiting for the great director to arrive before you act. I can't tell, but you're this kind of person! "

Cheng Xirong's mental state had reached its limit after the whole day. He was almost broken by the two words "memorial service". He only felt that his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear what they were saying clearly.

However, Hee Yiming was very difficult to deal with. He had a unique trait … Self, do not even look at the occasion, completely depend on the mood. If he wanted to pester, Cheng Xirong wouldn't be able to shake him off. He waited until Cheng Xirong returned to the dormitory and silently put his head under the pillow before walking away in a bored manner.

The surroundings quieted down. The hot air was heavy and still, making it hard for people to breathe.

Cheng Xirong was not sleepy at all. If he closed his eyes, he would be able to see the flames approaching him, and the pain would also surge towards him. Those betrayals, those injuries, they were all laid bare in his mind, nowhere to hide. He laid on the bed for a long time. It was already night time outside. Finally, he took out Pann Nanxing's phone and made his first call.

For himself.

There were two rings and someone answered, "Hello." His voice was hoarse and lacerated, and he sounded tired and sluggish. However, his voice was raised because of his agitation, and his breathing was unstable.

Yes... Feng Yi.

He had heard voices for more than ten years, so he could no longer be familiar with them. Only a day had passed, and there was a trace of unfamiliarity in it. Cheng Xirong's throat choked and he couldn't make a sound.

Feng Yi asked again and again, "Who is it?" Please speak. Are you looking for Cheng Xirong? "

Cheng Xirong cleared his throat and whispered: "It's Feng..." "Sir?"

"I am. "Who are you?"

"Hello, I'm a student who was supported by Teacher Cheng. My name is Pann Nanxing."

Wu Tie paused for a moment, probably thinking about when Cheng Xirong had done such a charity. Cheng Xirong only had the patience to teach the rookies on the set, and could still persevere no matter how impatient he was. Usually, he was just like a cannon fodder, unwilling to wait for a cup of coffee. When he was doing charity, he would take out the money and hand over the rest to his assistant or Feng Yi to handle.

Feng Yi didn't remember when there was such a grant, so he asked, "How did you get his private number?"

Cheng Xirong had two phone calls. This number was purely for personal use and was known only to family members and three or five close friends outside the circle. No assistants were allowed to touch it.

Cheng Xirong held onto a corner of the pillow and answered very seriously, "It was given to me by Teacher Cheng. He said that if there's anything you need, you can call him directly."

On Feng Yi's side, there was the sound of liquids pouring down. He took a sip and asked in a vague tone, "When did he …" So what's the matter? "

"No, nothing. I saw on the news that something happened to Teacher Cheng... Can I go and see Teacher Cheng? "

There was the sound of someone tripping over something and the glass hit the wooden floor. Feng Yi's side was in a mess for a while before he finally opened his mouth: "No." He won't want you, you, er, whoever it is, to see him. You don't know how he normally carries around a small mirror in his costume. He wants to see how the light is, how it is, how it looks … Don't come, don't come. He's not good-looking. "

With this tone, he was drunk. Cheng Xirong suppressed a groan, suppressing his desire to ask. How much he drank, who he drank with, and what his current condition was had nothing to do with him. He was Pann Nanxing, a stranger. He didn't understand Pann Nanxing's habit of speaking.

Nor should it be understood.

Other than the pain and betrayal he had brought, everything else had nothing to do with him.

Cheng Xirong changed his tone and spoke in a tight voice. He sounded sad, but it was both real and fake, "I want to send Teacher Cheng off. "He …"

Before he could finish, the phone was hung up.

Cheng Xirong remained silent for two minutes as he looked at the screen of his phone. Then, he changed his clothes and left the room. In the four-man dormitory, the other three people were nowhere to be seen. The room was quiet and weird. Cheng Xirong called a car from the side door and gave the address. He leaned back and looked at the reflection outside the window without any intention of talking to the driver.

The school was in the western suburbs, so he wanted to go to the eastern region of SeaOcean City. His villa there was bought just last year. The two adjacent villas were opened and redecorated, and he had to spend more than half a year to do so. He and Feng Yi had just moved in this spring, and before the house even became popular, he already saw evidence of Feng Yi cheating.

He never came home after that.

Tonight was the first time.

The car was stopped outside the residential complex and they turned around to leave. The security guard nervously looked at Cheng Xirong and asked him where he came from. Cheng Xirong adjusted the straps of his backpack and said, "I just spoke to Mr. Feng from B7. He told me the number was 001002. "

The security guard tried out the password without making a mistake, then got him to use his ID card to register. He only let him in after sending a young and strong security guard to follow him. Cheng Xirong walked on the zigzag path for 20 minutes. When he saw the garden, his heart was already palpitating. He hadn't eaten a single bite all day, and he was relying entirely on his tensed mental strength to support him. At this point, he was also at the end of his tether.

The first door was unlocked, so he could simply open it. He entered the code, and the door swung open. He glanced back, and the security guard made sure he wasn't a snooker, then turned and walked away.

The orange light in the hall was on, but it was dark inside. Only the moonlight came through the French windows on the other side. The shadows crisscrossed, Feng Yi could be seen lying on the sofa, buried in a pile of pillows. A corner of his shirt had slipped out of his trousers and was sticking out. The cuffs of his trousers brushed the top of his ankle, revealing his black socks.

Half a bottle of brandy lay on the floor, and the liquid flowed out and spread across the floor. The wine cup fell sideways onto the sofa, soaking a small piece of it as well.

Feng Yi, who was always well-mannered, had such a moment? Did he finally get rid of me? Was he too excited?

Cheng Xirong wanted to laugh, but his breathing became hurried first. The suffocating feeling in his chest became more and more intense, to the point where he could only maintain a calm expression on his face, unable to do anything.

Feng Yi changed into a different sleeping position and his feet fell off the sofa. He woke up with a jolt. He first touched the cup on the top of his head, his fingers just touched the glass and he stopped, squinting at Cheng Xirong.

The two of them looked at each other in the cold moonlight.

Feng Yi got up on all fours and staggered to stand on the ground. He took a step forward and muttered: "Xirong? "You're back?"

Cheng Xirong took a step to the side. His eyes were colder than the moonlight.

Feng Yi missed his kick and hit his knee on the floor with a loud sound. He knelt where he was for a moment with his head lowered, revealing a neck that looked like it was about to be broken. After a long time, he stood up shakily while holding onto his thigh and shook his head, "I don't know how to use Xirong. Xirong will not come back — so, who are you? "