Has the scumbag actor confessed?

Zhong Yi stayed at grandma's house for one night, sleeping in the wing room where she used to live, but couldn't sleep until dawn.

This is rare for him, except for the year when his mother died, he has always slept well.

Zhong Yi tossed and turned in the middle of the night last night, and wanted to go to Shen Xifeng's room to get melatonin in her irritability.

After getting out of bed, he realized that he was not at Shen's house, and Shen Xifeng was not by his side.

This realization made him even more depressed.

It wasn't until the sky turned pale outside the window that Zhong Yi finally fell asleep drowsily, and when he opened his eyes again, it was almost noon.

He forgot to bring a charger when he went out, and his phone died last night.

After he found a power bank to charge it up, as soon as he turned it on, Shen Xifeng's call came.

"Where have you been, the phone has been turned off! I have been looking for you for two days! Do you want to kill me?"

Shen Xifeng tried his best to suppress his emotions while speaking, but he couldn't hide the eagerness in his tone.

Zhong Yi couldn't help frowning: "Why, what happened?"

"...It's okay, can't I find you if I'm okay?"

Shen Xifeng didn't speak to Zhong Yi all night, he was very angry, he managed to find someone, but when he opened his mouth, he was blocked again, he was so aggrieved that he wanted to scratch the wall.

Shen Xifeng calmed down, and asked as gently as possible: "Where are you, didn't you go to school?"

"I'm at a relative's house."

Zhong Yi raised his eyes and looked out of the window. Under the eaves, the Yanzi family was enjoying their lunch, chirping.

He was dizzy and uncomfortable, rubbing his eyebrows and said slowly: "If you have nothing to do, go to work, I hung up, and I have to go back to Ningzhou by car in the afternoon."

"Don't don't—you're about to hang up after just saying a few words!"

Shen Xifeng was very anxious, and the words jumped out like a cannonball: "I am on the way to Hangzhou now, there is thunderstorm and heavy rain here, my trip may be delayed. I originally flew back to Ningzhou at noon on Saturday, Now I don’t know if it will be canceled due to the weather, if the plane is cancelled, I will take the high-speed train, there is no direct high-speed train from Hangzhou to Ningzhou, I have to go to the provincial capital first, and then come back by car from there.”

Zhong Yi became even more dizzy from being surrounded by him, and it took him a long time to grasp the point: "Didn't you say you only came back on Sunday? Why are you so in such a rush to come back on Saturday? Is there anything urgent?"

As soon as these words came out, the other side was silent for a few seconds, and only heard a firm voice reply: "Yes, it's urgent, there is nothing more urgent than that. Where are you on Saturday?"

"Stay home," Zhong Yi didn't think much, and reminded him casually, "Then you should pay attention to your own safety. It's tiring enough to run around a city every day."

Shen Xifeng reminded: "Okay, I got it. You bring your power bank, don't run out of battery again!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Yi pulled himself together, packed up his things, took out a bank card from his wallet, and pressed it under the desk lamp.

After finishing these, he opened the door and walked into the yard, and saw the apricot blossoms swaying in the wind.

My aunt is busy in the kitchen, and my grandma is still sitting quietly under the eaves basking in the sun. The time in this yard seems to be frozen in a certain time gap, quiet and long.

Zhong Yi stood aside and watched quietly for a while, then turned around and left quietly.

On the other side of the inter-provincial highway, a black Audi was speeding through the rain.

Jing Mingchu, who was sitting in the back row, tugged at the collar of his shirt, frowned and asked Shen Xifeng, "What's your business on Saturday? Who allowed you to run away at noon? Isn't there a reception tonight? How dare you even when I'm here?" run?"

Shen Xifeng threw the phone aside, leaned back in the chair comfortably, and smiled at Jing Mingchu with squinted eyes: "I dared to run because I saw you coming. I heard that there will be fresh capital injected into this movie before." , I didn't expect that 'Ruohe' would be the one to eat crabs, let alone that the Jing family sent you here."

As he said that, Shen Xifeng looked up and down at Jing Mingchu who was dressed in a formal suit, raised his eyebrows and said, "That's right, wearing a formal suit makes you look good. Didn't your dad say that you won't be forced to do business before you graduate from university?" Well, why did you change your mouth?"

"Not even 5000 million, what kind of business." Jing Mingchu snorted.

Jing Mingchu is also a tall man over 180. Wrapped in a high-end suit, he feels uncomfortable everywhere.

Of course, what made him most uncomfortable was the reason for coming to Nanjing this time.

The torrential rain outside the window washed the car body, and the air-conditioned compartment was also soaked in some dampness.

Anyway, there were no outsiders, so Jing Mingchu simply took off his coat, and unbuttoned his collar and cuffs, so that he felt more comfortable.

He stretched out his hands to stroke the hairstyle blown out by the stylist, raised his legs, and chattered with Shen Xifeng while shaking his heels.

"The last time the car raced, it was thanks to you that you left early. Later, Er Qiao's car hit the guardrail and fell half to death. The ambulance and police cars came, and my dad took me back with a livid face. It was almost a meal Violent beatings. It was my sister who stopped me, saying that I was too old and gave me something to do, so I didn't have the energy to go shopping.

"So they gave me three projects. I saw that this movie was accepted by you, and of course I chose this one without saying anything. I just came here to meet people, give money, and make connections.

"This year and next, 'Ruohe' wants to open up the entertainment market, but I haven't figured out how to do it. In the early stage, I will invest money everywhere to test the water. I can only take on this kind of small work and work as a part-time job."

Shen Xifeng listened silently, his eyes glanced at Jing Mingchu's straight and pleated trouser legs, and he secretly smiled.

He and Jing Mingchu met in the hotel lobby in the morning, and they almost didn't recognize each other at first sight.

This young master of the Jing family has always been hip-hop, wishing he could wear twenty rings on his ten fingers, ear studs and iron chains are also quite a lot, and the logos on the clothes on his body are all over the sky, often making him dizzy.

I saw it today, I took off all the jingle things around me, a shirt and a suit, and when I stood there, I thought it was some new starlet who came to the awards ceremony.

This is decent, after all, he is the prince of the "Ruohe" group, and he has to keep up with his momentum and style when he is an adult.

"You are troubled!" Shen Xifeng answered with a smile.

Suddenly, Shen Xifeng's mind changed. He was just surprised and didn't find the problem: "No, you are negotiating a contract with the management of "Night Hunting". You should go directly to Hangzhou. Why did you come to Nanjing?"

Jing Ming glanced at him at the beginning, and shook his legs leisurely: "The Jing family is going to enter the entertainment industry, who will be the first artist to investigate? Your contract is signed this year, right? Do you want to change to a new owner?"

Shen Xifeng exchanged glances with him, and smiled tacitly, "I wonder what the new owner thinks of my performance?"

Jing Mingchu also smiled and pushed him: "It's not decided yet, don't put gold on your face. But your song is still good, much better than your first song "I'll Love You When I Die" Oh my god, when your scene came out, my grandma almost had a heart attack, I don’t know which pig’s brain came up with it.”

Shen Xifeng laughed until his shoulders trembled, "Grandma, are you alright? I can regain the initiative if I screw up a game. I chose the next songs, and they will only get better every time."

"Success, if you want to win the championship, I will be the first to sign you personally."

Jing Mingchu shook his legs happily, looking proud.

"Yo, the little junior master is confident when he is full!"

Shen Xifeng laughed teasingly, "I know I have restrained my temper, and I don't bring my little girlfriend with me when I go out to do errands, what a scary young man!"

"Who? Oh, you said Xiao Ai, we've already been separated." The young master shook his feet, and patted Shen Xifeng's shoulder like someone who came here.

"I teach you, this feeling is like popcorn in a movie theater. It smells delicious, but when you eat it in your mouth, you will know that the moment you haven't eaten it is always the most delicious. What is the most attractive when you have not obtained it!"

Shen Xifeng shook his head disapprovingly, not bothering to talk to this prodigal son.

But Jing Mingchu couldn't let go of this question, "Why are you shaking your head? What are you pretending to be in front of the young master? Say, how many times have you talked in secret?"

"Don't talk to me." Shen Xifeng will not be fooled by these things, "Your question is worth tens of millions, and it's my first day in this circle? I can't even sleep well, where did I come from?" Shit time to fall in love?"

"Really?" Jing Mingchu rubbed his chin doubtfully and said, "Then why did you sing that song last night with so much affection? Those women in the audience want to eat you up."

Last night Jing Mingchu hid in the background and watched the scene, and was very satisfied with Shen Xifeng's performance.

That song was well chosen and sung well, no wonder it got such a good ranking.

"That song?" Shen Xifeng thought for a while, then smiled suddenly, turned his head and asked a little seriously: "Tell me, what does it feel like to like someone?"

"How does it feel? It varies from person to person."

Jing Mingchu thought about it carefully, "For me, if you fall in love with it, you want to own it, no matter whether it is a person or an object, you can feel at ease if you become your own."

"What about after the change? Play fresh for a few days, and then get bored?"

Jing Mingchu questioned Shen Xifeng noncommittally, and raised his chin at him with the corners of his mouth raised: "What things have you always liked since you were young? Books, games, clothes, shoes, no matter how much you love them when you buy them, after they are fresh Isn’t energy boring? This is called natural selection, biological nature drives us to constantly pursue new things, otherwise how can human beings progress?”

"Put your shit on." Shen Xifeng scolded him with a smile, talking about feelings with this kind of second-generation ancestor is really humiliating.

While talking, a very thick bolt of lightning strikes outside the car, and then another shocking thunder struck, causing the windows of the car to shake.

Jing Mingchu clicked his tongue and said: "It doesn't look like thunder at all, it looks like a fellow Taoist is going through a catastrophe! I heard that the weather will be worse in the next two days, what are you rushing back to do? Just stay in Nanjing and play with me Two days?"

"It's really not possible," Shen Xifeng looked at the pouring rain outside the car window, and murmured with a smile, "It's too important, you have to go back even if you get a knife."

On Friday afternoon, Zhong Yi returned to his home.

No one has been back to this house for a long time, and there is some dust everywhere.

He simply did a general cleaning. He was busy from the afternoon until the sun went down, and with the insomnia the night before, he was exhausted.

In this way, he was still worried, dragged his tired body out to eat, went shopping in the supermarket, bought some daily necessities, and went home to take a shower and sleep.

He thought he would be able to sleep well at night this way, but when he lay down on the bed, he still didn't feel sleepy.

This problem is a bit serious.

Zhong Yi couldn't figure it out, what link went wrong?

In order to sleep well tonight, he even bought the kind of body wash and shampoo from Shen's family. He did his homework, but it was still in vain.

Zhong Yi opened his sore eyes, staring at a small shadow on the ceiling of the bedroom, thinking about a question over and over in his mind.

How long can a human being go without sleep?

He only slept for a short time before dawn, so short that he felt that he had passed out rather than falling asleep.

After dawn, Zhong Yi turned on her mobile phone which had no new messages or incoming calls, stayed for a while, then got up, took a set of Taoist clothes and went to the Jingcheng Gymnasium.

On weekends, the gymnasium is full of children, humming and playing with their arms and legs, their small bodies wrapped in ill-fitting uniforms, like a room full of jumping winter melons.

Curator Jin with his hands behind his back, went up from time to time to kick this one, slap the other butt, and when he heard the greeting, he turned around and saw Zhong Yi coming.

Curator Jin was not surprised, but was taken aback by his dark circles.

"What are you doing, staying up late to study? No, you don't take the college entrance examination, what's wrong with your eyes? Don't be pink eye disease!"

Zhong Yi shook his head and didn't answer, he randomly picked a junior to practice sparring, beat him to the point of asking for mercy, and broke out in a profuse sweat.

Curator Jin touched his chin and watched for a long time, then turned and walked out the door.

Curator Jin came back just before noon, and asked the back kitchen to order a bowl of noodles for Zhong Yi, and added half a catty of stewed beef.

When Zhong Yi finished eating the noodles, she looked up and saw Director Jin holding a small cake in front of her.

"Seventeen years old, young man." Curator Jin looked at him with a smile, "Happy birthday."

Zhong Yi glanced at the little cake, then turned her head away, "I don't eat this kind of cream."

"Eat it if you don't eat it, it cost me 28 yuan!" Curator Jin said that the price was a little painful.

He gave the cake to Zhong Yi: "Eat it, you won't be able to spend my money next year."

Zhong Yi lowered her head, dug a small piece with a spoon and put it into her mouth. After a long time, she said in a low voice, "He didn't even say hello."

"Hey, you kid!" Curator Jin sat next to Zhong Yi, and said disapprovingly, "Your father is a person who flies all over the world, and he doesn't know which time zone he is in right now. When he is free, he will give it to you." On the phone."

"Not last year."

Zhong Yi still refused to look up, her voice was so gloomy that water could drip out.

Curator Jin felt sad when he heard that, and patted him on the shoulder: "If you don't have it, you don't have it. The curator told you the same thing. Your father is a person who does big things. Unlike the curator who has nothing to do all day, he can only run errands for the children." , buy a cake or something.

"You're busy with your future, and you won't be able to go back to the gym a few times a year, but that doesn't mean you don't have feelings for the gym anymore. What do you do at any age. We Xiaoyi are also young men, this point There is still tolerance. Just wait, next time your dad comes back, he will definitely bring you a high-end gift!"

Zhong Yi didn't answer, and ate the cake in silence.

A gift, he hasn't received a birthday present from his dad for three years.Except for Qin Wen who said happy birthday to him every year, no one else in this world seemed to remember his birthday.

Not to mention how uncomfortable it is, but I feel a little empty in my heart.

It's just such a big deal, if you say it hypocritically, if you don't say it, you feel aggrieved.

Zhong Yi was very dissatisfied with his irrational emotions, bid farewell to Director Jin, and returned home with red eyes.

He didn't sleep for two nights, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had a splitting headache.

After taking a shower, I didn't want to lie on the bed, so I just nestled on the sofa in a daze.

He wanted to smoke, but unfortunately he didn't even have the strength to get it.

Zhong Yi half-closed her eyes and stared out of the window in a daze. It was cloudy when she woke up in the morning, and now the rain was getting heavier and heavier, wrapped in the strong wind and whipped to the glass, and the branches swayed and slammed on the window from time to time. on the glass.

Zhong Yi's mind is empty, and it takes an afternoon to see it.

It wasn't until a voice that couldn't be ignored broke through his eardrums and broke into his brain that he realized that it was pitch black outside the window, and that persistent voice was the doorbell.

I don't know how long it rang, and it was accompanied by the sound of 'bang bang' slamming the door.

Zhong Yi got up quickly, looked into the cat's eyes, and quickly opened the door.

He stared intently at the person coming for a few seconds before making a loud noise: "Damn, you...you are..."

Shen Xifeng, with his hair all messed up and wet all over, leaned against the door and waved at him pretending to be chic: "Hi, Zhong Yiyi, don't you invite me in for a sit down?"