Has the scumbag actor confessed?

The next day, Zhong Yi was woken up by the hotel's doorbell.

He raised his head from the goose down pillow, and was numb for a few seconds before staggering out of bed and walking towards the door.

The waiter with white gloves smiled all over his face, pushed the small dining cart into the house, quickly set the plates, and then retreated out silently.

Zhong Yi stared blankly at the freshly baked bread and steaming milk on the dining car, looked up and searched around the room, but Shen Xifeng was no longer there.

When did you leave and why didn't you call him?

Zhong Yi looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was almost 10 o'clock.

He slept very soundly this time, and now he woke up, although he was lazy, but his spirit had recovered.

Last night, I seemed to fall asleep as soon as I touched the pillow, and I didn't even have a dream all night.

He seldom had such a high-quality sleep during this period, and felt that his whole body was revived with blood.

After washing up, Zhong Yi sat down in front of the dining car and took a bite of the bread. Seeing that it was stuffed with red beans, he couldn't help laughing——Shen Xifeng has a good grasp of his own taste now.

He turned on his phone while eating, and saw Shen Xifeng's message to himself after eight o'clock:

"I'm going to the stage to practice singing, if you have nothing to do, you can come and have a look."

It's true that there is nothing, but what did you say last night?

Zhong Yi thought about it, the pretense of talking casually seemed a little far-fetched, to participate in the physics competition for others...

It is estimated that such an excuse can only be believed by the scumbags who have never had anything to do with competitions.

After breakfast, Zhong Yi began to change his clothes. When he opened his backpack, he was dumbfounded.

When I went back to the dormitory last night, all I hurriedly grabbed were trousers, and I didn't bring a single coat...

He was silent for a moment, then turned around to find Shen Xifeng's suitcase.

When passing by the big bed, Zhong Yi suddenly caught a glimpse of a pile of clothes rubbed beside his pillow, picked it up and saw that it was a black long-sleeved T.

The T with this pattern was bought by Shen's mother for the two of them, and his own is gray, so this one should obviously belong to Shen Xifeng.

Why put it here?Is it specially reserved for him to wear?

Good clothes are not folded properly, they are so wrinkled!

Zhong Yi shook her head in disgust, and put on the pullover.

Shen's mother always likes to buy the same style of clothes in different colors for them to wear.Zhong Yi asked once, and the answer he got was "buy one get one free, which means the other one is free!"

Zhong Yi, who doesn't go shopping all the year round, had no choice but to accept this "no money" gift. At the same time, she secretly felt that under the impact of the Internet economy, the real economy has been struggling to such an extent that it is always sold at a discount.

His mind was overloaded for two days, and after getting off the plane, all his attention was on Shen Xifeng's face, so he couldn't remember what he was wearing.

But before he went to bed, he grabbed it, almost out of instinct, just to covet the smell of the west wind so that he could sleep peacefully.

He felt that he slept very well, he forgot all the embarrassing things he had done, and now he looks beautiful in the clothes he wore last night.

Zhong Yi folded the long sleeves up a few times, grabbed the phone and went out.

This weekend is the May Day holiday, and with the sunny day and the breeze, the streets are full of people and people, which is very lively.

Zhong Yi didn't have the nerve to go find Shen Xifeng right away, and after the impulse passed, he also regretted it a little.

He ran to another city rashly without thinking about anything, and was caught on the spot. This matter was too shameful for him, and it took time to calm down.

In the third year of junior high school, Zhong Yi had indeed come to Nanjing to participate in an English competition, and his excuse to prevaricate Shen Xifeng was not nonsense.

When Zhong Yi was in junior high school, he didn't live in school yet. At that time, his aunt took care of him at home.

Children who lost their mothers in adolescence, gloomy like opaque cumulus clouds, come to the competition with the team, and are unwilling to even leave the door of the room except on the day of the competition.

If I had met Shen Xifeng at that time, I probably wouldn't even have looked at him.

Zhong Yi walked under the shade of the sycamore tree, watching how the sunlight poured down through the branches and leaves. His body was warmed by the sun, and there was a clear smell of laundry detergent and a few traces of artificial fragrance that could not be imitated. Shen Xifeng's unique taste.

Zhong Yi, who is full of sleep and drink, is in a good mood, and it is rare to have such time to wander aimlessly. Seeing the weather is so good, let's go for a walk.

Zhong Yi drifted here and there with the crowd, and not long after he came to a square, the sun was burning hard, he wanted to buy a bottle of drink, when he turned around and saw the old man selling candied haws on the street, he grinned at himself foolishly.

He didn't want to see such a scene, so he immediately took out 100 yuan and handed it over. He wanted to get away and leave, but the uncle was also very reasonable, and he insisted on picking two strings before leaving.

In desperation, he had no choice but to choose a bunch of strawberries with rock sugar, and the uncle stuffed two extra bunches into his hand, and then he got away.

After walking a few steps, the little flower seller timidly stopped in the middle of the road and handed her the flowers in her hand.

Zhong Yi had no choice but to buy a bunch of red and white carnations,

The peddlers around saw such a talkative handsome guy, they all gathered around and tried to sell their things.

So when Shen Xifeng's phone was connected, he struggled to distinguish Zhongyi's voice amidst the noise.

"I don't want this, I don't want a horn comb... It's not beaming, Big Big Wolf is better... Hey? Why are you looking for me, I don't have time right now."

"Where are you playing outside?" Shen Xifeng was confused and couldn't figure out what Zhong Yi was doing.

"At...Xinjiekou?" Zhong Yi recalled the name of the subway station where he got off just now, and took out the few hundred dollars left in his pocket before sending the group of vendors away.

He was holding things in both his left and right hands, so he could only reply with his mobile phone in the pocket of his shoulder: "Say something quickly, I have no hands right now."

Xinjiekou?

What a coincidence.

Shen Xifeng stood in front of the French window, looked out, and asked, "Where are you at Xinjiekou?"

"Next to Deji Square."

"Wait for me right here."

After saying this, Shen Xifeng hung up the phone, put on his hat and walked out of the karaoke room.

Zhang Keyi just walked in from the door, and seeing him as if he was about to go out, he quickly grabbed him, "I'm going to have lunch with Ling Sheng soon, where are you going?"

"Eat a fart."

Shen Xifeng replied with a sneer.

With a twist of his elbow, he broke free from Zhang Keyi's restraint, took out his sunglasses and put them on: "It's my fate to be able to work with him calmly, please do not disturb me in my private time."

As he said that, he had already walked out of the karaoke room, and snapped his fingers at Brother Cheng who was playing with his mobile phone in the lounge beside him: "If there is anything delicious in Chacha Deji Square, send it to me."

Brother Cheng raised his head and said OK to him, but was chased by Zhang Keyi for a long time and asked, "Where is he going? Who is he having dinner with? Artists are not allowed to accept private jobs."

Shen Xifeng turned a deaf ear to this, opened the door and went straight into the elevator.

Starting today, he will meet Ling Sheng four times to rehearse the repertoire for this week's competition.

For the convenience of Ling Sheng who was filming commercials in Nanjing, they specially rented a studio near Xinjiekou, and rehearsed according to Ling Sheng's free time.

This morning at 08:30, all the staff waited for an hour before Dajiaer Ling arrived late.

After Ling Sheng arrived, he made many criticisms. He answered the phone every half an hour, and each call lasted 10 minutes.

Throughout the whole morning, Shen Xifeng didn't even decide on the general direction of the song selection. Shen Xifeng wanted to throw the score and leave several times, but Zhang Keyi stopped him with his eyes.

At noon, I also tried to pull people to eat together, eat your big head ghost!

Shen Xifeng walked out of the building with a sullen face, trying not to think about the bad things that happened in the morning.

Zhong Yi was waiting for him, that was enough.

The sun outside is a bit dry, although wearing a hat and sunglasses, the skin exposed outside the short sleeves can still feel the enthusiasm of the sun.

Shen Xifeng frowned, what was Zhong Yi doing outside in such a hot day?

There were quite a lot of people shopping outside. The rainy season had just passed, and the weather was finally ushered in. The old and the young all went out. Shen Xifeng stood out among the crowd.

He was dressed very casually today, just a simple solid-color T-shirt and jeans. However, he was tall and long-legged, standing out from the crowd. He had already been chased and pointed at by several people along the way.

Turned around Deji Square, but still didn't see Zhongyi

Shen Xifeng was a little anxious, and was about to touch his phone, when he saw a big Big Big Wolf balloon floating in front of the outer wall of P's house - and the one holding the balloon was the child who looked a little overwhelmed.

Really pick a place!

With a smile on his face, Shen Xifeng walked towards Zhong Yi step by step.

As a result, halfway through, Shen Xifeng was shocked.

The child was still wearing the T-shirt he wore last night, with a bouquet of flowers in his left hand and two bunches of strawberries in rock candy in his right hand. He was gnawing on a strawberry with his mouth open. When he looked up and saw himself, his expression froze obviously.

Shen Xifeng suppressed a smile, stopped one meter away, raised his hands, stared at Zhong Yi's bulging cheeks, and asked, "Do you still like to eat strawberries?"

Zhong Yi moved his teeth and made a crisp sound, his ears turned red with embarrassment.

He turned his head sideways, chewed and swallowed a few mouthfuls, and then asked vaguely: "You, why are you so fast..."

Shen Xifeng didn't answer, but still looked at him with a smile on his face, making Zhong Yi feel creepy, what's wrong with this man?

Before Zhong Yi could ask another question, Shen Xifeng took off his sunglasses, took a step forward, leaned in front of Zhong Yi, stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the corner of his mouth with his thumb, rubbing down a small piece of syrup.

Shen Xifeng chuckled lightly: "Is it really that delicious?"

Zhong Yi stared at the small piece of his fingertips, almost stopped breathing, for fear that he would do something strange.

He turned sideways quickly: "I have tissues in my trouser pocket, take them yourself!"

When Shen Xifeng took out the tissue, he pinched Zhong Yi's waist by the way: "I didn't eat well again, did I? I'm so skinny. Let's go, brother will take you to a big meal."

Seeing him wipe his fingers clean, Zhong Yi breathed a sigh of relief, seeing people coming and going around, hurriedly urged him to put on his sunglasses.

Shen Xifeng took the flowers in Zhong Yi's hand, pretended to be a Xizi holding his heart, and said excitedly: "Ah, I finally received the flower offering from my number one fan today. I am so touched! I think this bouquet of flowers, It is more precious than this award I got!"

Zhong Yi kicked up and smacked Shen Xifeng's trouser leg vaguely, "You're not the movie star yet, don't put too much time into the show!"

Shen Xifeng giggled, took another bunch of strawberries from Zhong Yi's hand, and bit off one.

He tapped the window glass wall behind him with a bamboo stick, and asked Zhong Yi vaguely, "Why do you want to wait for me here?"

Zhong Yi didn't understand, so he turned his head and looked, "Is there anything special about coming here by accident?"

"Mm, special." Shen Xifeng turned around, gestured towards the half-person tall poster pasted on the window: "Half a year later, the person on this poster will be me."

As he said that, he turned his head to observe Zhong Yi's expression without showing any trace, "The contract signed in the first half of the year, I will go to Italy to shoot a film after the college entrance examination. The spokesperson of China is the first spokesperson of this brand in the world."

Zhong Yi also recognizes this brand.

There is a tablemate who uses Vogue and Elle's current food. Zhong Yi can also name this kind of brand that can take up three or four pages in an advertisement and is full of RMB taste.

What's more, at the beginning of school, when Qin Wen saw the news that the senior management of the P family had contacted Shen Yu, on a whim, she pulled Zhong Yi to force science popularization for more than half an hour.

What is the Blue Blood brand, and if Shen Yu can act as the spokesperson, it shows how big of a celebrity he is in the circle.

It is indeed quite excellent.

After becoming an actor, Shen Xifeng will have a wider path, and he will have more opportunities to win awards on the big screen. If he can improve his English, he will be on the international stage just around the corner.

Zhong Yi, who doesn't know much about photography, can still see the imposing style of the poster. He substituted Shen Xifeng into the picture and thought about it, thinking that this person should be so shining by nature.

This path is really suitable for him.

Zhong Yi glanced at Shen Xifeng, and saw that he was holding a bouquet of flowers, and he was also looking sideways at himself.

Sunglasses covered most of his face, and the midday sun fell on his straight nose, and even the fine hairs on his face could be seen clearly.

At the right age, at the right youth, it is a great honor to know such a person.

In the future, he will have a great future, and he will be a million miles away.

By then, he probably won't remember the tears and sweat he shed for the college entrance examination many years ago.

It should be, I won't remember, the self who gave him extra lessons.