He Shu Twilight [Entertainment]

Zhang Sheng looked at He Twilight, who was sitting on the side doing special function exercises, and was dazzled by his blond hair. It was hard to see a 27-year-old young man immersed in the ocean of mathematics with the high-spirited fighting spirit of his third year of high school. But what he wants to talk about now is the business at work, can this little bastard show some seriousness!

The "little bastard" who was stared at by Zhang Sheng finally raised his head, smiled at Zhang Sheng, and said word by word with straight eyebrows: "Please rest assured, no matter what tasks the organization assigns, I can seriously complete it."

Zhang Sheng had no choice but to throw the contract in his hand, "I don't know when someone sells it!" He Muguang didn't care, and turned the contract to the last page and signed it without even looking at it. My own name, casually humming yin and yang, "Isn't it! Not only do you not know, but you are counting money for others!"

Zhang Sheng felt that his calm mood was turbulent again, and he felt that even if the Buddha saw this master, it would be difficult for him to truly eat fast, chant Buddha and not kill.He glanced at the foreign mathematics professional magazines in the cabinet for several years, and said with a sneer, "He Muguang, if you do this again, I will throw all your books in the cabinet into the trash can."

He Muguang closed the "Small Questions" in his hand, and glanced resentfully at the five-year-old and three-year-old man opposite him, "You spent a lot of money for him back then, and after you got it, why did you have two faces! It really makes him sad!"

Zhang Sheng was really helpless, and felt a chill. Although he had been in the circle for many years, he had already understood that thousands of people have thousands of faces, but the saying "Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills" was refreshed time and time again by He Twilight .He stopped looking for trouble, picked up the contract and mobile phone and walked out the door.

He Muguang stared at the door, and said, "Master often comes to play!" Zhang Sheng, who had successfully walked out, slammed the door hard, making a "bang" sound.

He exclaimed silently with an exaggerated expression, then picked up the pen, and continued to solve the quiz.

Ten minutes later, He Muguang silently picked up his mobile phone and clicked on the question-searching software.

He Muguang felt his manager's desire for revenge the next day when Zhang Sheng finished his work schedule for the next month.The smile on his face was a little stiff, he hesitated for a while between being a brave man who sacrificed heroically and a slave who cried for heaven and earth, and finally chose to respond like a bullied little daughter-in-law, revealing the oppressed pain from the corner of his eyes The helplessness of the people can not fight.

Zhang Sheng also has his own way of dealing with him. He put on sunglasses to keep out of sight and out of mind, and said: ""Forward" has already contacted me for this season, and the other party we talked about has agreed. The recording will start at the end of this month. "

"Yeah." He Muguang nodded and sighed, "I feel like I'm either at work or on my way to work."

Zhang Sheng didn't answer He Twilight's words this time. He naturally understands the artists he has brought with him since his debut. Those who take the initiative to ask to be filled with work like He Twilight should be fine and wail a few words about the difficulty of life, otherwise life will be I really can't live anymore...

"By the way," Zhang Sheng remembered another thing, "Your high school classmate sent an email, inviting you to attend the class reunion, will you go?"

He Muguang raised his head in a daze, and there were fragments of light in his eyes, which were so mottled that it was hard to see clearly.Zhang Sheng felt that the expression could not be regarded as nostalgia or resistance, or both. After all, time will always dye the past with the color of moonlight, but it can't really change the reality of a chicken feather.

He Muguang opened and closed the fingers of his right hand with his left hand, and sighed deeply to Zhang Sheng who didn't know why: "So it's been nine years since I graduated from high school..."

Zhang Sheng: "..." Only then did he realize that He Twilight was counting with his fingers so seriously just now.

"Go." He Muguang said, "It's time for me to go home."

That night, He Muguang returned to the apartment. After taking a shower, he stood in front of the high-rise floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at the lights below. He had already taken off his contact lenses, and those marks in his eyes were just distorted spots of light.The bustle and hustle and bustle were commonplace in the city of Pingjing, but at this moment he felt irritated for no reason, so he had no choice but to look away, took an English magazine and an advanced English dictionary from the bookshelf, and flipped through them. Go to a specific page and start looking up words one by one.

Those words were long and obscure, and even when translated into Chinese, he still had an aloof look that was incomprehensible to him with proper nouns, but He Muguang didn't care, and continued to translate line by line, looking at the dim light The next metaphor implies softness and hidden stubbornness.

When Zhang Sheng opened He Muguang's house the next day, he saw a man lying on the sofa and sleeping. The ballpoint pen drew a distorted mark on the other's chin. handwriting --

"These zeros are distributed in an orderly manner and are simple in nature. They are called the trivial zeros of the Riemann ζ function. In addition to these trivial zeros, the Riemann ζ function has many other zeros whose properties are far more complicated than those trivial zeros. , are called non-trivial zeros.”

Zhang Sheng read that sentence in silence and stopped embarrassing himself to continue reading. A magical subject like mathematics is really not the domain of ordinary people.

He sighed, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart - he knew He Twilight's excessive attachments, those things restricted him in a solid frame, letting him laugh, scold, mock and sarcasm was like a stage drama isolated on.It is the same things that make him have to take the work intensity that surprises ordinary people as the driving force to push himself forward, so as to block the past that keeps chasing after him.

He is tired.

Zhang Sheng thought.

He helped He Twilight put the pen cap back on, and tidied up the dictionaries and magazines before heading in the other direction.

He Muguang was woken up by the smell of food, and his stomach, which hadn't eaten since noon yesterday, made people feel uneasy.He didn't need to go to the kitchen to know that it must be Zhang Sheng, and then his thoughts wandered and he remembered the scene when he first met him——

He was a sophomore at the time, and other classmates were busy auditioning for commercials, but he had no ambition and turned his head 45 degrees to pretend to be melancholy. In the alley, he was slammed by a big man in black and wearing sunglasses. , the first reaction was that the boss of the underworld is not happy to wear a big gold chain now, and then he said pitifully: "Brother, I really have no money."

When Zhang Sheng came out with his face in his face, he saw He Twilight sitting on the sofa and giggling. The whole thing was a huge humanoid golden retriever.

Then the human-shaped golden retriever said: "Brother Zhang, isn't it difficult for you to get along recently? Why are you washing your hands and making soup?"

Zhang Sheng put the bowl on the tea table, and snorted coldly, "You are the one who joins the underworld."

"Oh," He Muguang picked up the noodles and took a bite. Sure enough, the seasoning of the noodles was taken out of the instant noodles, so it should be old sauerkraut in terms of taste.He resisted complaining about Zhang Sheng's cooking skills and continued: "You really can't blame me, who made you look like a protection fee, who would know that your side job is still an agent!"

Zhang Sheng didn't bother to argue with him, and agreed, "Yes, yes. It's hard now, so I have to work two jobs." After speaking, he took out his mobile phone and started sending messages to others.

He Muguang asked while eating, "Brother, what time is it?"

"Twelve past two in the afternoon."

"Oh," He Muguang said slowly, "I just said why I'm so hungry... Wait, no, I still have an announcement at three o'clock, so I'm sure I won't be able to make it in time!"

Zhang Sheng didn't even look at He Muguang, who was looking sad, "I pushed it for you."

"Huh? Then what am I doing today?"

"Eat food, read a book, or watch a movie, do whatever you want, and, not only today, I also turned down other work this week." Zhang Sheng raised his head, "Twilight, you should give I have some free time for myself." He finished his point, and said nothing for the rest of the sentence - you should also spend some time with yourself, instead of living like a machine.

He Muguang was a little lost and at a loss when he heard this. Over the years, he had never been out of work for more than five days. Now that he really relaxed, he only felt empty. "Okay, I'm leaving, you remember to wash the dishes."

After Zhang Sheng left, He Muguang finished the bowl of noodles silently, thinking about what the other person said while washing the dishes, but did not come to any specific and feasible conclusions, typically only a theoretical system but no methodology.

So, he had no choice but to pick up the phone, ready to harass his friend Lu Shizhi in his circle, and then put it down after opening the chat window.

It's hard for He Muguang to describe his mood. The inexplicable but profound feeling of irritability makes people resolute and hesitant, like trying desperately to find a way out in a blind environment but knowing that it's futile no matter what.He was dull, and finally chose to follow the order Zhang Sheng said to complete the task one by one.

He found a hoodie from the closet and put it on, covered up his blond hair that was not well-arranged but had too much subjective characteristics, stared at the ordinary person in the mirror for a moment, and revealed a just-right polite smile.

He Muguang wandered to the nearest movie theater like a dick, and bought a ticket for a movie that was about to start under the weird eyes of the conductor. When he went in, he saw a lot of rambunctious children and children sitting there. Parents who play with mobile phones understand why the conductor has such a look.

He walked through the child who had just reached his legs in embarrassment, and sat down in the back row to read the beginning with bright colors and a rising tone. He really couldn't understand the trend of today's children's preferences, and he thought very seriously about the generation of children in a few years. When he grows up, his status in the film industry will definitely not be guaranteed, and his reputation as a popular niche will decline... No, he will be over [-] in a few years, and he will no longer be a popular niche according to his age... He Muguang has to sigh Such as "the hero's end and the beauty's twilight" and "the setting sun is infinitely good, but it's almost dusk".

With this sense of sadness, he watched the two-hour cartoon of the teenager's adventure with the children's laughter and laughter, and felt that Zhang Sheng's idea of ​​watching movies was a mistake.

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