pampered roses

The crew, Tang Li, is filming. This scene is between her, Gu Fangchi, and Li Jiu. It is mainly a high-explosive plot point, which is a very important part of the whole drama.

The heroine played by Tangli and the heroine played by Gu Fangchi stood together, and faced off with the female partner played by Li Jiu. The lines of you come and go are facing each other, surrounded by constantly moving cameras from various angles, Zhang Lin stands in front , the camera in front of him captured three people.

Zhang Lin looked at Tangli in the camera with a cold face, but his eyes were a little dazed, as if he was looking at something through the camera.

"Director Zhang, is this scene over here?"

Zhang Lin didn't make a sound, the assistant raised his head and glanced at Zhang Lin: "Director Zhang?"

Jiang Nanzhi stood at the camera next to her and looked at Tangli through the camera. That day she waited all night but did not get Fu Zechen. When she came back, she saw Tangli and Fu Zechen leaving.

Obviously at the beginning, she didn't take Tangli seriously, but looking at the person not far away now, she felt her teeth itch with hatred.

Jiang Nanzhi took out her finger, found Fu Zechen's contact information, and sent a few photos there.

If Tangli saw these photos, she would know that they were smoking on the rooftop that day.

In the photo, Tangli has a cold expression, her sleepy eyes have no emotion, the cigarette is caught between her index finger and middle finger, she is leaning on the railing of the roof, the wind blows her hair and covers half of her face, she hangs her head slightly , eyes fell on the flickering fireworks.

[Jiang Nanzhi: Ninth Brother, let's meet up. I have a lot of photos like this on my phone. Ninth Brother doesn't want these things to appear on the Internet. The dark history of the heroine in the new movie directed by Zhang Lin, do you think the paparazzi will Not interested? 】

Normally, Jiang Nanzhi wouldn't dare to threaten Fu Zechen like this.

But that day Fu Zechen let her dove again, and she personally saw Fu Zechen and Tangli riding in the same car, she was completely stimulated, and Tangli didn't put her at ease afterwards.

Jiang Nanzhi couldn't sit still anymore, she had to sit on something.

Zhang Lin on the other side finally yelled to stop, Li Jiu and Tang Li's confrontational expressions instantly relaxed, a little unrequited: "If Director Zhang doesn't yell to stop, I won't be able to hold back my expression."

Tangli smiled, lowered her head and moved her wrist, subconsciously looking in Zhang Lin's direction.

Zhang Lin's eyes were on the camera, maybe he was watching the scene just now, Tang Li looked away, today's scene ended here, the staff began to pack up the props, Tang Li also went back to the dressing room to remove her makeup.

Shen Jinghong's makeup was relatively thick, after removing it, her plain face instantly became much refreshed.

Tangli changed back to her cheongsam and was about to go home, talked to Zhang Lin and Li Jiu, and left the set.

She went outside, and just as she was about to leave, Jiang Nanzhi's voice sounded behind her.

"Tangli."

Jiang Nanzhi's voice was very cold, with a bit of gnashing of teeth in her tone, she called Tangli's name word by word.

Tangli stopped, turned around, looked at Jiang Nanzhi who was approaching her, with a calm expression: "Is there something wrong?"

"Tangli, what are you pretending? Do you think you can fool brother Jiu with your face? Brother Jiu is not a fool!"

Tangli frowned, not wanting to talk to Jiang Nanzhi, and turned to leave.

Behind her, Jiang Nanzhi crossed Tangli and stood in front of her, sneered, and looked at Tangli ironically.

"Do you really think you've hidden it well?"

She leaned closer to Tangli, lowered her voice, and almost whispered in her ear: "You didn't really think you could hide all the bad things you did in Chinatown in New York, did you?"

"Do you really think that no one knows?"

Tangli's expression froze, her pupils shrank, her body tensed up, and a chill suddenly rushed down her back. Her gaze fell on Jiang Nanzhi, staring at her closely.

Jiang Nanzhi took two steps back, with a smug smile on her lips, she turned and left without continuing.

-

In the evening, the sky was full of stars, and the evening wind blew in, but Tangli didn't feel cold at all.

The lights in the apartment were not turned on, and it was pitch black, only the outline of the room could be vaguely seen through the moonlight.

Fu Zechen hadn't come back yet, Tangli was the only one in the big room, except for the occasional sound of leaves rustling, the surrounding area was eerily quiet.

Tangli returned to the room, it was empty and quiet, nothing was there.

Even though it was a familiar place, Tangli suddenly felt empty, the closet, the door, and the corners where things could not be seen clearly, as if something would rush out of the darkness in the next second.

Tangli's back was drenched with thin sweat, her palm-sized face was pale, her eyes were drooping, those memories that Tangli hadn't thought of for a long time, and were deliberately forgotten by Tangli swept back again.

When she first arrived in a strange city, Tangli could only work part-time in various restaurants in order to survive.

There are men's greasy laughs and dirty words in my mind, the pointing and pointing of my colleagues, the unreasonable grievances, and the isolation and helplessness I feel in this strange city.

On the surface, Chinatown, which many people yearn for, is actually an underground slum full of filth and pickled things, those alleys that seem to be waiting for Tangli with their mouths open, and the disgusting smell of blood that once splattered on their bodies.

A little spark lit up, Tangli lit a cigarette and held it between her fingertips.

She wasn't smoking, her eyes were distracted, as if she was looking at something through sparks, the pungent smell of the smoke coincided with the past, Tangli couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream for a moment.

Until that familiar cold sandalwood scent hit again.

Tangli looked up blankly. Fu Zechen didn't know when she would come back. He squatted in front of Tangli, took the cigarette in her hand, passed it to his mouth with a blank expression, and took a puff. He breathed out a circle of smoke .

In the smog, his cold and handsome face was almost unreal, Tangli almost thought it was her hallucination.

Fu Zechen's expression was calm, he just looked down at her eyes and said calmly, "It's like smoke."

Tangli's voice was hoarse, she only looked at him with a pair of eyes, her eyes were dark, and her voice was a little hoarse: "Fu Zechen, are you disappointed?"

Fu Zechen glanced at Tangli, took another puff of cigarette, "Why are you disappointed?"

Tangli froze, her fingertips clenched the hem of her clothes.

Fu Zechen spit out the smoke ring, his black eyes fixed on hers, and his pretty brows frowned: "I'm disappointed you didn't come to see me if something happened?"

Tangli was stunned, her throat seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, but her eyes wanted to shed tears inexplicably, she opened her mouth, "I just..."

Fu Zechen looked at her calmly, his gaze was very indifferent, "It's just that Mrs. Fu hasn't recognized her identity yet?"

Tangli raised her eyes and fixedly looked at Fu Zechen.

His face was very pale, as if he didn't feel anything, he just half squatted in front of her, and said word by word, "Mrs. Fu has an accident, why don't you find Mr. Fu, and hide in the corner and smoke by yourself?"

"I'm not worthy of Little Luoshen coming to look for me?"

Tangli shook her head, her lips moved, but she couldn't say a word, she just said sourly, "I'm just afraid that you think I'm not good enough for you..."

Fu Zechen's expression was natural, and he didn't seem surprised at all that Tangli could smoke.

There was still half of the cigarette left, so Fu Zechen didn't continue, holding the cigarette between his fingers, he looked at Tangli expressionlessly,

"Remember what I said?"

"Tangli, if you don't want me, I will die in love with you."

"Mrs. Fu can think about where to choose a suitable cemetery."

Tangli shook her head, her dark eyes soaked with moisture, "Don't pick."

"Really?" Fu Zechen stared at her expressionlessly, "That's right, I met Mrs. Fu too late, and she suffered so much."

"I can only use the rest of my life to make up for her."

The darkness in Tangli's eyes gradually faded away, her body gradually warmed up, and her heart, which was empty and restless, was gradually filled with things because of Fu Zechen's words.

It turned out that someone would love her.

It doesn't matter whether she is the moon in the sky or the mud in the ground, whether she is the little Luoshen in the imperial capital Yiwu Dingjing or the little beggar in New York's Chinatown.

He didn't care, he was willing to have her.

The smoke was about to burn to the joints, Fu Zechen shook it in front of Tangli, raised his eyebrows fiercely: "But this thing must be quit."

Tangli looked at him, nodded vigorously, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

Fu Zechen clicked his tongue, bent his fingers to wipe it off, and casually added, "We are together."

After he finished speaking, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand, watched Tangli raise her eyebrows,

"Any comments?"

"Mrs. Fu."

Tangli shook her head, her eyes fixed on him.

Fu Zechen got up, turned around and took a step, then turned his head and stretched out his hand towards Tangli, his bony fingers were white, the moon fell in front of the French window behind him, the cold moonlight fell on his sharp-edged face, his black eyes were heavy , his eyes were more focused than ever, and he just looked down at her like this.

Tangli's heart twitched slightly, she raised her hand, and put it in his palm. The cool touch was fleeting, and Fu Zechen pulled Tangli up with force.

-

The scent gradually overflowed from the kitchen, almost all the lights in the living room were turned on, and the room was brightly lit. Fu Zechen was making soup in the kitchen, while Tangli sat on the sofa and watched the busy figure, and gradually calmed down.

After returning to her senses, Tangli patted her cheeks, got up and walked to the kitchen door.

Fu Zechen looked back at her, turned off the fire: "3 minutes."

Tangli hummed, hesitated for a while before speaking: "Fu Zechen, Jiang Nanzhi..."

Fu Zechen didn't speak. After 3 minutes, he came out of the kitchen with the stewed soup, put it on the table, looked up at Tangli, and said coolly, "You won't see her again in the future."

Tangli was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood that Fu Zechen had already dealt with it.

She didn't ask any more questions, and sat at the table to eat quietly. Fu Zechen was opposite, and looked up at her from time to time.

At night, the two embraced each other to sleep, Tangli was naked, her slender body was almost held in Fu Zechen's arms, her back was pressed against his broad chest, a steady stream of heat came and dispelled her. The uneasiness in Tangli's heart made her feel relieved.

A lamp was lit on the bedside table, and Tangli rubbed against Fu Zechen's arms, talking about the past.

When she first came to New York, Tangli did not have a good time, not only the helplessness of being suddenly in a strange country, but also the shock of her father's recent death, and the sense of despair that hit her face, Tangli still vividly remembers it.

"At the beginning, I was working in a restaurant, and I was framed for stealing money and being slandered for secretly eating the dishes prepared for the guests. At that time, no one helped me, so I had no choice but to be kicked out."

"In the beginning, it was a luxury to be able to eat a full meal a day."

The arms around her waist tightened a bit, and Tangli could feel Fu Zechen's body tightening up, she patted him reassuringly, and continued to speak.