under the rose

The effect of the press conference was not bad, at least the public opinion began to turn around a little bit, Fu Xingyun didn't know whether it was the result of public relations or the public came back to their senses, after all, in this old story about Fu Xingyun's family, He's a total victim.

It's just so weird sometimes, people tend to empathize with the weak.

Zhang Ting apologized to Fu Xingyun, and sincerely asked Fu Xingyun to forgive her reckless question that day, and invited Fu Xingyun to conduct the next live interview, which was about what he said at the press conference.

Fu Xingyun didn't agree, but he didn't say he was dead, he just said that he was in a bad state recently, and we'll talk about it later.

It's not because he hated Zhang Ting, he didn't.No one in the entertainment industry is a philanthropist, and he can't afford it early. The click-through rate of the video of him leaving the live broadcast room has skyrocketed. To a certain extent, it is even a win-win situation.

As a human being, as long as you don't take your pain seriously, it will no longer be a pain. It's just that Fu Xingyun can't do it yet. Parents' affairs are one thing, and so is his unresolved love for Wen Shichuan. pieces.

Yes, when he returned home, sat on the sofa in a daze, but started rubbing his lips unconsciously, he suddenly realized that he really had no more love for Wen Shichuan.He returned to the bedroom, retrieved the quilt that had been kicked to the ground, wrapped it around his body and head, and after many days, he tried to smell the smell of Wen Shichuan.

Fu Xingyun likes to sleep naked. He took off all his home clothes, threw them aside, and rubbed the comfortable quilt with his naked skin. His lips were still hot, and he pressed them against the cool back of his hands. The back of my hand is also hot.

The quilt arched a small hillock, rustling.

Fu Xingyun was recalling, he was recalling the time he had with Wen Shichuan, the one he was most satisfied with, and the one he recalled the most in the past few years.There are too many memories, so many details in it are a bit true and false. I don't know if it really happened, or Fu Xingyun made it up in his memories.

It was in the early morning, Wen Shichuan edited the film all night, and Fu Xingyun woke up in the middle of the night to cook him supper.The place where they live is very poor. There are eight rooms in a corridor on the basement floor, and they share a corridor and a bathroom.It was quiet everywhere in the early morning, Fu Xingyun's supper had just been cooked, and before the fire was turned off, before it could be served in a bowl, Wen Shichuan finished the editing and went to the kitchen to hug him from behind and bite the back of his neck.

They started to do it. There was no door in the public kitchen, and in the silent corridor in the early morning, the doors of every house were closed, and there was no other sound except Fu Xingyun's suppressed groans.Wen Shichuan lay on him, sweating profusely, coaxing him with a hoarse voice after the whole night: "Call out."

That day, Wen Shichuan recorded his groans with his mobile phone, converted the sound into voice ripples, and tattooed them on the inside of his right arm.For a long time, Fu Xingyun blushed whenever he saw that tattoo.

Fu Xingyun closed his eyes and let himself indulge in the memories. When he was sweating and opened the quilt and gasped for breath, he became dazed again in the sage time.He jumped up, put on his clothes and groomed himself, threw the soiled quilt into the washing machine, and drove out.

He went to find Meng Qing.

As soon as the car left the community, he found that there was a car following behind, most likely it was a reporter, and he didn't care if he followed them not far or near.After driving for more than an hour, they arrived at a villa area in the suburbs. The reporter's car was stopped by the guard, and Fu Xingyun drove in.Compared with a residential area, this place is more like a large nursing home. It is backed by green hills, and the single-family villas are far away from each other. The green coverage rate is extremely high. It is a place that makes people feel happy. Fu Xingyun himself relaxes a lot unconsciously .

The gate opened, Fu Xingyun walked in and said, "It's a good place."

Meng Qing was wearing a long gray knitted coat and was standing on the stairs waiting for him.Meng Qing still looks thin, but his mental state is much better than that of Yan Xingchi's funeral, and his whole expression is very peaceful.It was obvious that the two of them hadn't seen each other for a short period of time, but there were too many things that happened in the meantime, which made Fu Xingyun feel like a lifetime away.

"Let's sit outside." Meng Qing said.

Meng Qing led Fu Xingyun to the courtyard at the back of the villa, where there was a glass greenhouse, the temperature and humidity inside were just right, and flowers of different seasons bloomed together.Holding a cup of hot tea, Meng Qing looked at Fu Xingyun and said, "It's been hard recently."

Fu Xingyun gave a short laugh, looked around, and said, "I thought you didn't care about world affairs here, did you know?"

Meng Qing said: "Recently, my mental state has improved. I don't need a doctor to take care of me 24 hours a day, and I also care about external affairs."

Fu Xingyun knew that he was in poor condition, but he didn't expect that he needed a doctor's 24-hour care. For a while, he was too embarrassed to speak out about his own troubles. He hesitated, bowed his head and drank a little tea.Meng Qing still looked at him, Meng Qing was always like this, he used to be like this when he was a manager, he acted vigorously but his voice and eyes were always soft, as if he always understood you and tolerated you, sometimes Fu Xingyun felt a little selfish when he looked at him ashamed.

"Don't disturb you, I'll go first." Fu Xingyun stood up.

"Wait," Meng Qing said, "I have a script for you, a movie script, can you read it?"

Fu Xingyun was surprised and said, "What script? How did I find you?"

Meng Qing said: "Xiaojiang sent it to me. He said that you definitely don't want to answer it, so he sent it to me and asked me to persuade you to accept it."

"Why did he say I don't want to pick it up?"

Meng Qing said, "Let's take a look."

He brought over a thick stack of printed scripts and handed them to Fu Xingyun, and then left the entire glass greenhouse to Fu Xingyun alone.Fu Xingyun opened the script, but the screenwriter didn't know him, and in the column of the director, there were three big characters "Wen Shichuan". .

He was distracted and thought, there are too many smart people in the entertainment industry, Xiao Jiang will definitely not be ranked, but Xiao Jiang has a strange intuition, and it is often very accurate, which is why Fu Xingyun kept him as an assistant.He guessed right, Fu Xingyun really didn't want to accept the script, but since he had it all in hand, and it was given to him by Meng Qing himself, he might as well read it.

Just look, just look.

Fu Xingyun thought, looking down while thinking.When he went through the whole script carefully and closed it, two hours had passed, the sun was gradually setting, and the water lilies in the pool of the glass greenhouse closed their flowers.

Meng Qing pushed the door of the flower room again and came in, saying, "I've finished reading it? Do you want to pick it up?"

Fu Xingyun looked at the blank page on the back cover of the script in a daze. He found that he was not as decisive as he was at the beginning, and the word "no answer" couldn't be squeezed out for a while.

Meng Qing didn't urge him, but just said: "Take this book back and read it, and think about it again."

Fu Xingyun nodded, the script was rolled up in his hand, and before he left, he told Meng Qing not to give it away.

"Go on and rest well."

Meng Qing smiled and nodded.Fu Xingyun could clearly see that his smile didn't reach his eyes, and his eyes were still full of fatigue that couldn't be concealed. The decoration of his convalescent villa always gave Fu Xingyun a feeling of deja vu - Yan Xingchi.

Fu Xingyun was lucky enough to visit Yan Xingchi's home once, and after his death, the furnishings there were similar to Meng Qing's.

Fu Xingyun drove away, but the reporter's car was still squatting, and he followed him all the way home.Fu Xingyun didn't care at all, and he didn't have anything out of the ordinary worth the reporter talking about. All his attention was on the script.He put the script on the passenger seat, and the title of the movie - "Xingyun" was impressively written on the snow-white cover.

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