Forced to open business after picking up a tyrant [Entertainment]

Darkness comes and goes quickly.

In the next moment, Shen Nian's sight has been found.

Faster than his sight was Song Lei's voice, noisily passing through Shen Nian's eardrums.

Song Lei raised the creases at the end of his eyes: "Mr. Shen, this is Mr. Jiang, one of the managers of our show. He has been abroad before, and he only returned to China recently..."

"I know." Shen Nian looked at Jiang Yao casually, "I thought you would run away forever."

Jiang Yao was half a head taller than Shen Nian, his skin was very white, almost morbidly pale, his cheekbones were sharp, and when he spoke, his slightly moving bones were like a thin sword out of its sheath.

"Liang Zeng and I have cooperated overseas, and I participated in the casting of this film."

"You don't have to explain to me."

Shen Nian's consciousness was still slackened, the blood did not flow to his fingers, and his fingertips trembled imperceptibly.

He struggled to pry his lips open, and his vocal cords seemed to be left in the darkness, "When did you need to explain to me what you did?"

Jiang Yao frowned.

Shen Nian walked around Jiang Yao, ignored Song Lei, took a step, turned around suddenly, and said with a fake smile: "Boss Jiang, long time no see. But, I don't want to see you."

Then he left without looking back.

Song Lei saw Shen Nian's disrespect for the first time, looked at Jiang Yao and opened his mouth: "Boss Jiang knows Mr. Shen?"

Jiang Yao smiled kindly: "That's right. He was my junior in college."

"Oh!" Song Lei raised his voice and said in a long voice, "So it's an acquaintance! Hahahaha, it's kind of nice."

Jiang Yao looked at the back of Shen Nian leaving: "I'm not too familiar."

……

Shen Nian walked very fast, relentlessly driving forward, turning whenever there was an intersection, trying to make herself disappear as soon as possible from the menacing gaze behind her.

Shen Nian walked dully for more than ten minutes, but his hands and feet became colder and colder as he walked.

At this time, he felt the phone vibrate in his pocket for a long time.

He took out his mobile phone, and there were three missed calls and a dozen WeChat messages on it.

Shen Nian stopped by the side of the road, but couldn't find a place to sit nearby, so she found a street lamp to lean against.

Lack of sleep, coupled with the pain in his empty stomach, he is not in a very good state now.

Especially in this state, seeing Jiang Yao again is equivalent to pushing a large lump of salt into the wound.

It hurt him to death.

Shen Nian clicked on the message box and saw Jian Xichen's message from half an hour ago.

Bye: [I have arrived at the station. 】

Bye: [We are almost on the set. 】

Goodbye: [Waiting for me on the set. 】

The latest one was posted 1 minute ago.

Bye: [How long are you going to walk foolishly by yourself? 】

Shen Nian scanned this line and suddenly raised his head to look around.

Not far from him, Jian Xichen stood there calmly, the light falling from the clouds cast aside the gloom around him, revealing a delicate and warm temperament on his body.

Jian Xichen took the high-speed train in the early morning, got out of the station, and rushed to the film and television city.

The man strode forward with long legs, took five or six steps, and approached Shen Nian: "Shen Qing doesn't seem very happy to see me. It's hard for me to drive here overnight."

Shen Nian was stunned for a few seconds, all the senses returned to his body, and he returned to normal, grinning and said: "No, I'm happier to see the Emperor."

Shen Nian looked at Jian Xichen with a pair of black eyes with a smile, reflecting his paler complexion.

Jian Xichen asked: "Just now I said I didn't have breakfast, what about now? Have you eaten?"

"No." Shen Nian covered his mouth and yawned, with sleepiness written all over his face, "I was dragged to the set early in the morning to work as a coolie. Jiang Sijia and Tan Mengqi fought... eh!"

Without waiting for him to speak, Jian Xichen dragged him to a snack bar.

A stack of big steamers was steaming, and the boss brought Jian Xichen two vegetable buns.

Jian Xichen shouted into the window: "One more carton of milk."

A box of fresh milk was handed out in the window, Jian Xichen tore off the seal, inserted a straw in, and read to Shen: "After eating, hurry back to the hotel and sleep."

"Oh." Shen Nian obediently took the milk and sucked a couple of mouthfuls, "By the way, why is the teacher asking you to go back in such a hurry?"

When Jian Xichen passed the milk, she accidentally touched Shen Nian's finger, it was very cold.

On such a hot day, the man's hands were abnormally cold.

"Why don't Shen Qing tell me first, who is that person you met at the entrance of the studio?"

Shen Nian's pupils shrank suddenly: "Did you see it?"

Jian Xichen nodded her chin: "I don't think he is a good person."

"...Hahaha." Shen Nian arched his hands pretentiously, "The emperor is wise."

On the way back to the hotel, the rain gradually stopped, and the sun seeped through the thick clouds and began to dispel the haze.

Jian Xichen suddenly appeared, like this ray of sunshine, dispelling the haze in Shen Nian's heart.

On the way back to the hotel, Jian Xichen said that Zhao Sirui found them an announcement about a game drama, and the other party asked them to try a few sets of looks.

"Game promotional video? Then you must be steady." Every time Shen Nian uses a straw, he always likes to bite the tube flat.

"Master thinks so too."

Shen Nian was leaning on the elevator car, staggering from exhaustion, Jian Xichen simply hugged him, "So, that little boy already hated me."

"Chi Xia? He also participated?"

"Yes."

"No, his face can't beat you." Shen Nian closed his eyes, "You take good pictures, I'll call you at the scene."

Jian Xichen turned her head to look at him, Shen Nian leaned on his shoulder, she could see the man's thick black eyelashes falling at the end of his eyes, casting a haggard shadow.

The blood color of the lips has recovered a little more than before.The whole person exudes a lazy casualness, but with an unavoidable alienation.

Jian Xichen has seen Shen Nian like this before.

In the former imperial study room, after someone discussed the memorial with him, sometimes he would laze on the soft bed by the window, basking in the sun, like a cozy cat.

Shen Nian handed him the room card that Jian Xichen had left with him, and the two went back to their rooms.

Shen Nian took a shower, dried her hair, climbed onto the bed in a dizzy state, forced herself to send a message to Jian Xichen.

Don't read if you're already in a hurry: [I'll sleep for a few hours, and the script in the afternoon will call me again.I'm stuck. 】

He threw the phone away, turned off the bedside lamp, rolled up the quilt, and fell asleep.

He forgot to adjust the baffle of the air outlet of the air conditioner, and the air outlet was just facing the direction of the bed.

Shen Nian was blown in a daze for almost half an hour, he shivered, and wrapped the quilt tightly again.

When people feel cold, they inexplicably get colder and colder.

The cold wind seemed to blow out frost, which condensed in Shen Nian's dream like a cobweb.

A thick layer of frost bloomed in the fragile dream.

There are pattering snowflakes in the sky, and white air-conditioning blows out from the city.

A Chevalier skidded in front of the airport with a screeching brake, dragging two dark tire tracks on the ground.

Shen Nian pushed open the car door and rushed into the departure hall.

Everyone looked at him unanimously. In the zero-degree weather, this man was only wearing a thin cotton shirt with a wide open neckline, and the falling snowflakes entered his neckline unscrupulously.

Shen Nian didn't know it, rushed to the gate, his eyes were red, staring at everyone who entered the customs.

He grasped the fence with both hands, because the tension was too tight, and the blood under the fingernails faded away.

At this time, Jiang Yao dragged an old suitcase and came from the end of the passage, walking very slowly.

He found Shen Nian immediately, and picked up his steps abruptly.

"Shen Nian."

Jiang Yao rushed to Shen Nian, his voice was hoarse, and he called him again, "Shen Nian."

Shen Nian stared blankly at Jiang Yao, his lips were pale and chapped.

Among a group of passers-by wearing down jackets, Shen Nian was as weak as a piece of paper, if he hadn't been holding on to the railing, if the wind was stronger, he could have blown him down.

Jiang Yao let go of the handle of the trolley case, and tremblingly wanted to grab Shen Nian's hand on the railing. Just as his fingertips were about to touch for a moment, Shen Nian withdrew his hand like an electric shock, his eyes filled with horror.

Jiang Yao withdrew his palm vigorously, guilt, embarrassment, grief, and emotions all welled up in his throat: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Shen Nian clenched his fists tightly, his bloodless lips moved, but still did not make a sound.

After a long time, the airport staff came to urge Jiang Yao to board the plane.

Jiang Yao looked at Shen Nian silently again, pulled up the suitcase, and prepared to enter the customs.

"Jiang Yao."

Shen Nian's voice was very soft and hoarse, as if the blood in his mouth was blocked, he said in a low voice, "From now on, we won't see each other again."

Shen Nian doesn't like to say goodbye, especially doesn't like to watch others say goodbye.

So he was the one who turned first every time.

After leaving the airport, the cold wind was swirling with snowflakes, and they were scattered one after another. There was an astringency in the air that would last forever, pressing heavily on Shen Nian's heart.

The snow flakes would shatter at the touch of a touch, obviously very light, but in that year, it became the white moonlight that Shen Nian couldn't move.

That round of moon, a snowfall, a photo is more than ten years.

……

The moonlight suddenly shattered, and in summer, the scorching sun scorched in.

Shen Nian frowned, opened his eyes, and the focus of his eyes gradually gathered.

"!"

Shen Nian grabbed the quilt tightly and retreated to the other side of the bed: "How did you get in here!"

Jian Xichen sat by the bed, pressed one hand on the quilt, and held a room card in the other hand: "Shen Qing, you gave me your room card by mistake."

"..."

Jian Xichen saw that this man's face was terribly pale, with cold sweat hanging from his forehead, a faint light of water appeared in his eyes, and his face was full of defenseless fragility.

Jian Xichen raised his hand in a strange way, and wiped off the cold sweat on Shen Nian's forehead.

Before Shen Nian could react, Jian Xichen had already taken it back.

There was a sudden silence in the room, and the two looked at each other quietly.

Shen Nian's hand hidden under the quilt was clenched little by little, his fingertips jumped slightly, and he took the lead to look away.

"looking for me?"

"The script will start soon."

This time Jian Xichen didn't make a surprise attack, so he took out a tissue from the tissue box beside the bed, Da Ming generously pressed Shen Nian's face a few times, and said desperately, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Shen Nian: "..."

Jian Xichen said solemnly: "It is the power of the real dragon that lacks me to suppress the nightmare."

Shen Nian picked up the pillow and threw it at him, scolding with a smile: "Get lost, where is the power of a real dragon from Hunjun?"

Jian Xichen grabbed the thrown pillow, put it on her lap, supported her elbows, and pinched her chin: "Are you all right?"

Shen Nian's smile was stuck on the side of his lips, and he relaxed after a while: "Yeah."

……

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the crew borrowed the conference room of the hotel to hold a script meeting.

Song Lei presided over the meeting, and just got up when there were two knocks on the door.

Jiang Yao pushed the door open and entered: "Sorry, I'm late."

Consciously or unintentionally, he walked to an empty seat next to Shen Nian and sat down.

Jiang Yao lowered his voice: "Mr. Shen, I am Jiang Yao, can we get to know each other again?"

Shen Nian held the fountain pen in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand twitched suddenly.