He Shu Twilight [Entertainment]

He Muguang finally couldn't hold it anymore on the third day, he was already unable to get used to living alone - Zhang Sheng was with him all these years, and when he went to school, he still had winter and summer vacations, and...

He Muguang frowned at this thought, but in the end he still didn't recreate that person's face in his memory. No, maybe he didn't need to remake it at all. Those clear impressions were a ray of light when he was young, but no matter how bright it was, It will not and cannot shine on him now.What's more, he doesn't need that kind of light now, he can illuminate himself and more people by himself.

The mobile phone lit up in the dimly lit bedroom, and sang along with Rong Qing's new song "It's Gone for Years".

He took it, it was a number he had never seen before, and only after he picked it up did he realize that it was an artist newly signed by Starlight. He had seen it at an event some time ago, but he couldn't remember his appearance. The name seemed to be related to some kind of winged animal, white dove. It's still something, but because of the smooth and accommodating posture cultivated by the profession, naturally the person on the other end of the phone will not notice it.

He Muguang listened to a few words and followed up with some polite words. Just as he was about to end this meaningless and fun social activity, he heard him say to the other party: "Brother Mu, since you don't have a job, would you like to come out to play with us?"

He Muguang looked at the mirror beside him. Against the light of the screen, the face in the mirror had some strange colors, and there seemed to be sparkles in his brows and eyes. He saw the lips of the person in the mirror opening and closing, and said, "Okay."

It was already eight o'clock when He Twilight arrived at the place mentioned by the other party. After all, it was not too dark in summer, but there was nowhere to hide the hustle and bustle of the nightlife.

"Thousands of miles", He Muguang glanced at the name of this nightclub and walked in.A nightclub is just a nightclub, no matter what the name is, it always looks the same hot and dry in literature and art - the greasy body and the light and thin clothing rub against each other, everyone looks like a low-class beast.

A waiter in cool clothes walked over with his waist twisted. Before he could speak, He Muguang stuffed a few bright red banknotes, "I'm looking for Baihe."

The waiter showed a bright smile on his face with heavy makeup, and led He Muguang up to the third floor.A slender and beautiful boy in the private room immediately stood up to greet He Muguang when he saw him, "Brother Mu, I didn't expect you to come here."

He Muguang glanced around without a trace, but didn't see anything too much, smiled gently and politely, and heard the remaining four outstanding boys introduce their names, and then remembered that this is the one who is going to be on the stage recently. In a talent show, several newcomers from Starlight were in it. It seemed that he was invited to be a mentor before, but was rejected by Zhang Sheng.

He picked up the foreign wine with messy letters on the table and took a sip. The spicy taste rushed to his head, but he felt much better than the previous dazed feeling.

Several other people left with excuses after not sitting for long, only Bai He was left chatting as if he had been an old friend for many years.He Twilight only drank most of the time, and occasionally added a sentence or two, which did not spoil people's interest.

Until Bai He got closer and closer, leaning his whole body on him.He Muguang thought it was a bit funny. When he first debuted, he struggled to survive among a group of people hugging his thighs. He really didn't like this kind of big boss. He didn't expect that one day he would become a big boss in the eyes of others.

The youthful breath is warm and the skin is pliable, the appearance is soft and beautiful, and the voice is pleasant. If you are picky, you can't find anything wrong, but it's just a pity... He Muguang grabbed the hand that was about to touch his chest, and looked at the seemingly innocent hands He lowered his eyes and said with a smile, "Bai... Xiaobai, do you like me?"

There was a blush on Bai He's face, and he nodded slightly. "Well, I have always admired you, Brother Mu."

He Muguang felt that it was a waste for this kid to participate in the draft, and acting was more suitable.He continued to ask: "Then how did you get the idea that I like men?"

The young man still had that shy look, and he didn't speak, but lowered his brows and eyes, his eyelashes were like crow feathers, full of tenderness under the dim light.

He Muguang sighed, and raised his chin with his fingers to force Bai He to raise his face. He carefully looked at the faces of the people around him, "Even if I like men, I'm not interested in such pure transactions. Good boy Let’s find a suitable one.” After finishing speaking, he immediately got up, straightened his messy coat, looked condescendingly like I was a rich prostitute, and said as he walked, “I’ve already paid for the drink. Bye bye."

He Muguang casually walked out with his head down, until his eyes were dazzled by the refracted light before he raised his head.His gaze was immediately caught by the figure walking downstairs, which made him seem to wake up all of a sudden, but his focus was blurred among the crowd in the dance hall downstairs as he hurriedly followed.

When He Muguang ran out of the nightclub and waited and watched in private to no avail, his brain confirmed one thing through his eyes - he lost his track, or in other words, he saw it wrong.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the high-concentration foreign wine was only awakened at this moment, and played its original role, making He Twilight's head even more dizzy.

A flash of light flashed not far away, and He Muguang knew it was a paparazzi. Maybe the news after a while was "The actor is addicted to nightclubs, why is he frustrated?" ", but he has no time to care about it at the moment, only the disappearing figure is in his heart.

The man seemed to turn around, yes, that should be him—there are some icicles floating in the clear eyebrows and eyes, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thin and always pursed, and the attitude and expression are full of high-level intellectuals who are not out of touch with the world. Tongyu's aloofness and self-esteem should be printed on the cover of academic journals by nature, and he is both revered and shelved along with his chosen career.

But, only he knows...

Only he knows...

Zhang Sheng only knew about the price of the new nightclub photos after receiving information from Yuji. , drove out in a hurry and picked up the guy who was standing by the telephone pole pretending to be melancholy and threw it into the car.

"What's the matter with you? You don't usually come to nightclubs to make trouble?" Zhang Sheng asked while driving, but the person in the back seat kept silent, turned around at the red light, and found the other party He has already fallen asleep, and his head is buried in the cushion, so he is not afraid of being smothered to death.

For the first time, Zhang Sheng had the idea that being a gangster might be more suitable for him than being a broker.

The next day.

When He Muguang woke up from the stupor, large chunks of memory rushed into his head, and according to the size of his brain, it really felt like it was about to explode.He wiped his face, and the first thing he did was to go out and kick open the door of the guest bedroom, and shouted into the inside: "City Criminal Investigation Brigade, crack down on pornography, everyone inside squats down with their heads in their hands!"

Immediately afterwards, Police Officer He was slapped on the back of the head by Zhang Sheng who walked in from behind, "Didn't your nerves get enough last night?"

He Muguang covered his head and threw himself on the bed, and said in a strange way: "Mr. Zhang, you didn't arrange work for me first, otherwise your artists would not have the leisure and elegance to see the rich and colorful world. Yes, Comrade He did not live up to the great trust of the people, and he resolutely rejected the power and sex transaction from a young man from the same company last night." It doesn't work well."

"Oh," Zhang Sheng nodded, and shook his phone at the actor He who was obsessed with role-playing every day, "Then why did you show an expression of egg pain at the door of the nightclub yesterday?"

"My God," He Muguang took a look at the phone and exclaimed, "Now paparazzi captures are so clear? This composition, this design, Brother Zhang, I think you should pay more for this technology. , or I hired him directly as my photographer."

Zhang Sheng knew that He Muguang would change the subject whenever he encountered something he didn't want to answer, but usually this method was used to answer reporters, and he didn't expect that he would enjoy such treatment one day. "Speak up, what's going on? If you don't say it, I won't care about you in the future."

He Muguang turned over and pressed himself on the bed. After a moment of silence, the muffled voice came out through the quilt, "It's nothing, but I saw him."

"Who?" Zhang Sheng didn't react for a while, but he regretted it as soon as he said it.

"How much?"

"I looked at him from the back...I lost it after chasing...but I must have been wrong...how could he be in that kind of place, he should be at MIT now..."

Zhang Sheng listened to He Muguang's babbling, after removing the appearance of being heartless and pretending to be crazy, he could only have a sad background.

"Go after him." Zhang Sheng heard himself say so.

He Muguang didn't seem to have any reaction after hearing these words, and he didn't speak out until a while later, the voice was so soft that it was almost gone, but Zhang Sheng heard it clearly, he heard his artist, his younger brother said, "How can I be willing to give up?" ..."

I heard acting is life