under the rose

The next day, Fu Xingyun was woken up by his assistant Xiao Jiang's phone call. When he woke up, he felt a headache.It was as if his head had been kicked like a ball last night, and the pain caused him to turn over on the bed and moan.

Xiao Jiang seemed to be resurrected on the spot, and his voice was full of vigor: "Morning Brother Yun, wake up, I will pick you up in 45 minutes."

Fu Xingyun hung up the phone with a "huh", and found that he was still holding the tender blue handkerchief in his hand, which was all wrinkled.Fu Xingyun nervously threw the handkerchief on the bedside table, got up to wash up like a corpse, and when everything was tidied up, his eyes fell on the crumpled handkerchief again from the corner of his eye.

There were still some stains on the handkerchief from yesterday when he wiped his mouth.

According to Fu Xingyun's character, this handkerchief can only go into the trash can.But after thinking about it, he twisted a corner of the handkerchief with two fingers, squeezed some hand sanitizer in the sink, rubbed it casually, and put it aside.When Xiao Jiang came to knock on his door, Fu Xingyun looked at the wet handkerchief, frowned in distress, and thought about it.

Finally, Fu Xingyun grabbed the semi-dry handkerchief and put it in his trouser pocket.

He was hungover the night before and got up early to catch a flight. When Fu Xingyun got off the plane, the dark circles under his eyes almost fell to his cheekbones.He looked at himself in the mirror blankly, put on his sunglasses, and put some lipstick on his pale lips, making him look a bit human.He scratched his hair in front of the mirror, and his spirit returned immediately.

Having communicated with the airport in advance, Fu Xingyun walked through a secluded passage, and his fans could hear his name calling his name from half a hall away.The team was waiting for him at the exit, so they were right. Fu Xingyun was "just" spotted by fans before he got on the car. Gently told everyone "don't crowd, pay attention to safety".

It is a spacious commercial vehicle, the window glass has been treated with anti-peeping treatment, and the sound insulation is also very good.

Fu Xingyun sat in the car, took off his sunglasses, and slumped on the backrest tiredly. Through the car window, he could see the fans outside. His expression was agitated, his mouth opened and closed, he didn't know what he was shouting, most likely he was calling him name.Fu Xingyun just looked at it, and found that there was a small bag on the side of his flat casual trousers. He reached into his pocket to feel the moisture, and then remembered that he stuffed his handkerchief in it before going out.

He took it out and threw it on the car seat next door.

The pants are uneven, and the photo I just took must not look good.

he thought blankly.

The next whole day is a familiar and almost boring process, doing styling, makeup testing, filming, and interviews.After talking about those few questions, Fu Xingyun's tongue seemed to have produced his own consciousness, and he was able to give decent answers on his own when his brain was empty and his soul was withdrawn.

By the way, the management should be very happy to mention the movie being filmed, Fu Xingyun thought boredly.

During the interviews, some staff members came over regularly to ask for group photos and autographs. Fu Xingyun responded to all requests, stood up and politely signed and took pictures, with a warm and appropriate smile.

He used to be so serious in doing things, but now there is a little more carefulness in his seriousness that is well hidden.

Others don't know, but he knows that in the past six months, his resources have been draining rapidly. Like this magazine shooting interview, in the past, Fu Xingyun might not come if his schedule is too busy for a fashion magazine of this level. , but today is different from the past, he must cherish every opportunity, after all, he doesn't know when it will suddenly disappear.

Thinking of this, Fu Xingyun took back his mobile phone from Xiaojiang and sent a message to his manager Meng Qing.

"Brother Meng, my play is estimated to be finished in half a month."

After a long time, Meng Qing didn't reply, and Fu Xingyun didn't get in touch with him for about a month.Fu Xingyun took a deep breath, threw the phone back to Xiao Jiang, sat down patiently, and greeted the returning interview host with the most impeccable smile.

After the filming and interview, Fu Xingyun was so tired that he was about to fall apart. After removing his makeup, he put a mask on his face, wrapped in a bathrobe, and lay on the hotel bed. Looking aimlessly at the phone.Looking at it, his heart moved, and he searched for Shi Chuan's name on social media.

Unsurprisingly, nothing was found.

Fu Xingyun threw the phone away, and smiled with the corners of his mouth, he didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or hearing about Shichuan.

That night, he thought that he would fall asleep like the night before, but what he didn't expect was that he had a lot of dreams, all of which were things from the past, mixed with truth and falsehood, grotesque, and basically nothing when he woke up. I remembered, leaving only a vague impression, just like the rain marks from last night, which evaporated after being exposed to the sun.

The only thing he remembers is that he dreamed of the day when he and Wen Shichuan parted ways six years ago, he was carrying a heavy luggage bag, and the straps were heavy on his shoulders, making him a little out of breath, and he seemed to be crying at that time Yes, it seems not.Standing at the crowded, noisy, and smelly passenger terminal, the bus he was going to board was about to leave in 5 minutes.

He said to Wen Shichuan who was standing in front of him.

Just wait, Wen Shichuan, when I become popular, I will be a fucking pig if I look at you again.

At that time, Fu Xingyun had completely forgotten what expression Wen Shichuan had.There is no need to think that he was lying on the big soft bed in the hotel, smelling the comfortable citrus fragrance, and looking at the exquisite oil paintings hanging on the hotel wall.Now he is a big star, but Wen Shichuan is still a small person with no name, so there is no need to worry about it.

Fu Xingyun seemed to be full of strength all of a sudden, turned over and sat up, changed into the clothes he matched the day before, and prepared to catch the plane back to the film and television city at noon today.

He didn't expect to see Wen Shichuan again so soon.

I was filming an outdoor scene that day, with a high temperature of 37 degrees, and Fu Xingyun was wearing an ancient costume with three layers inside and three layers outside. As soon as the director shouted "stop", he wanted to hug the ice fan, the innermost layer of clothes was already wet It was soaked, and from time to time, beads of sweat trickled down the chest and back, making it itchy.

After filming that day's scenes, Fu Xingyun couldn't care about his image anymore, so he quickly took off his upper body costume, leaving a soaked white thin T-shirt, and his lower body was white exercise pants, which tied his waist very thin.The sun is about to set, and duck egg yolks are hanging on the top of the lush hills.

Fu Xingyun walked back with a few assistants, and saw a group of people arguing with the studio staff.

This mountain top belongs to the film and television city, and it is specially used for outdoor scenes for the crew. If it is used, it must be arranged by the crew and the film and television city in advance.Fu Xingyun passed by and listened to it. It should be that this group of people made an appointment to come to shoot, but Fu Xingyun's crew on the mountain is still filming. It may be delayed, but this is also a common thing. I can only accept the loss and come back another day.

Fu Xingyun didn't care at all until he caught sight of Wen Shichuan standing in it from the corner of his eye.

He was still dressed as before, with a black racer-back vest, loose shorts, and his shoulders and arms were a little red, probably from sun exposure. He carried a camera on his shoulders, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes looked a little impatient.His eyebrows are protruding, and there is a mole on the eye socket at the end of the eyebrows. He looks full of vigor, and he is a little scary when he is angry.

Fu Xingyun stood there without moving. According to his understanding of Wen Shichuan, Wen Shichuan was going to be angry.

"Brother," he said expressionlessly, "We've been rushing to take pictures of the sunset, and we've been dating for more than half a month."

There was anger in his voice, but he was still restrained, which surprised Fu Xingyun.

The staff obviously didn't like him, looked them up and down a few times, didn't even bother to give them a straight look, and said: "No, no, the director above is still filming, come back another day, come back another day."

Hearing this, Fu Xingyun walked over, and asked with a smile in the attitude of a savior, "What's wrong?"

The studio staff had the most winking eyes, saying "Mr. Fu" one by one. Fu Xingyun only looked at the staff and didn't give Wen Shichuan a look. But the two of them stood side by side. It's a little taller. It used to be only half a head taller than him.The heat from his body went straight to Fu Xingyun's arms.

Fu Xingyun said with a smile: "This is my friend's film crew, please accommodate me and shoot on the other side, I won't disturb you, I will tell Director Huang later, I won't blame you."

Fu Xingyun said so, the staff only wanted to save face, and asked Wen Shichuan graciously if he wanted to lead them there.

Wen Shichuan ignored the staff member, carried the camera, and led away, leaving only Fu Xingyun a back view.Some of them knew how to read their eyes, and hurriedly called Wen Shichuan's name in a low voice. Seeing that he ignored him, they could only thank Xingyun embarrassingly.

Fu Xingyun smiled lightly, and raised his voice, just right into Wen Shichuan's ears.

"It's okay, it's just a little effort."

In the evening, Fu Xingyun was in the humble hotel in the film city, blowing the air conditioner, recalling how he rescued his down-and-out ex-lover like a heavenly soldier during the day. I hated him so much that I beat the wall.

Fu Xingyun felt that the air conditioner was blowing a bit dry, so he turned on the humidifier and went out to the terrace.The hot summer wind was blowing in his face. He wanted to smoke, but he didn't dare. This position was too easy to be photographed. He could only lean on the railing and rub his fingers in vain.He looked down and saw a person under the street lamp in the small garden in the center of the hotel, smoking a cigarette against the lamppost.

It's Wen Shichuan.

Fu Xingyun turned back to his room and called Xiao Jiang.

"In the car I sat in for the magazine shoot yesterday, there was a blue handkerchief on the back seat. I asked someone to find it for me. Don't ask for it tomorrow. I'll ask someone to look it up now. If you find it, send it to me as soon as possible."

The author says:

Changed the age at the end of the previous chapter