Old Movies of the Republic of China II

Fangran, who had been waiting for too long in fear, finally got the words from Da Dong, who was originally an actor like him.

He smiled wryly and said, "I see."

Dadong nodded and left.

Liu Meng didn't know anything about this, his father returned to the Finance Department, and his official career went so smoothly that he couldn't help but often think of his half-brother.

Fangran held his breath and called him.

Liu Meng said impatiently, "Tell me if you have anything to do, I'm very busy."

Fangran was very sad, but he was to blame for everything, and Liu Meng could not be blamed.

"I, I miss you very much, can you come over tonight?...Can you?"

Liu Meng frowned, and wanted to reprimand, but perhaps Fangran's tone was too humble, he paused, and said, "We'll talk about it tonight."

He hangs up.

Fangran lowered her eyes, was stunned for a while, and then pulled herself together again.

When Liu Meng said this, he meant that he might come. It was already afternoon, so he had to prepare quickly.Take a good shower, go to the restaurant to order a table, and... change into nice clothes, put some powder on your face.

After taking a shower, he looked at himself wet in the mirror.

He's really young—it's just that his soul is already riddled with holes.A person like him is not fit to live for too long, he has no future.

Fangran draws her eyebrows with charcoal.

He put on a costume.

Four years ago, Jun Yamada ruined him, making him unable to stand on stage again.He clearly remembered that he was lying there with no strength in his whole body, Jun Yamada raised his chin with one hand and sneered with disdain, he remembered those Japanese who were not as good as beasts wreaked havoc on him, he remembered the despair in his heart at that time— —he never forgot.

He never mentioned it, thinking that in this way he could pretend that nothing happened, that he could fool himself.

In front of those Japanese, Zhang Zheng still has to endure, let alone he is just an actor?

He endured it, endured it all these years.

All he can do is forget.But he couldn't lie to himself, he couldn't forget.

A tear overflowed from the corner of Xiaosheng's eye in the mirror, and that tear slowly slid down his cheek.

He covered his mouth with his hand, and finally slid off the stool and curled up on the ground.

Liu Meng felt that Fangran was very strange today.

He squinted his eyes and said, "What did you do wrong again?"

Fangran didn't answer his words, but rolled the roast duck for him. His hands were very white, whiter than the onion shreds in his hands.He lowered his eyes and rolled the pie seriously, as if this was the most important thing in the world.

Liu Meng took a sip of his wine and frowned: "Speak!"

Fangran handed him the rolled roast duck, and smiled quietly: "Try it, is it delicious?"

Liu Meng's palms suddenly clenched into fists, pressing hard on the table.

Back then, he saw the relieved smile of Xiaosheng coming off the stage that brought him back to the Northeast.

"Who the hell wants to eat?!" Liu Meng violently waved his hand away, stood up abruptly, and said, "I'm here to vent my anger, not to eat with you!"

A lonely smile appeared on Fangran's face.

Liu Meng didn't expect that this would be the last sentence Fangran said to him.