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Not long after the text message agreeing to meet first was sent, Zhou Chenghe sent the meeting location and time, and arranged for someone to wait downstairs in Shengyu.Da Chao was suffocating, and returned with a strange yin and yang: "You two, Sheng Yu, are still not familiar with each other? I have to remember the place where I stumbled, no matter what happened. Don't you think so?"

Zhou Chenghe ignored him.

When we got downstairs in Shengyu, there were quite a few people who were waiting for us, all of them were polite and led them into the elevator all the way.

Da Chao rolled his eyes to the back of his head, walked with the wind, and took off his sunglasses to use as a fan, almost breaking his temples.

Song Yishen had no extra words or expressions since he got off the car.The staff of Shengyu who followed quietly looked at him several times, and every time he wanted to say something polite, he couldn't open his mouth for no reason.

I don't know if Song Yishen's premonition is too strong, or the "old friend" also has this intention.

Just as Song Yishen was about to step into the elevator, he was stopped by "Brother Shen" from a few meters behind him.

Da Chao immediately recognized it, and was very surprised. He stretched out his hand against the elevator door, and winked at Song Yishen, "It's Xiaohui."

Song Yishen looked back at Wei Shihui, "You guys go up first."

Wei Shihui trotted all the way, his face was flushed, he obviously just ran out from the recording site, he was wearing a fashionable and avant-garde T-shirt with contrasting colors, various metal accessories on his leather pants jingled, and his hair was dyed into the most popular grandma gray, standing in place facing the audience. Song Yishen scratched his head and smiled at the expressionless Song Yishen, and called out "Brother Shen" twice nervously.

Although Xiaohui is still the shy and shy Xiaohui in memory, some things have changed.

It's not changed.

Song Yishen thought that he had never seen it clearly.

Wei Shihui smiled and narrowed his eyes. As early as when Song Yishen came towards him, he had already looked at Song Yishen several times calmly.At this moment, looking at Song Yishen who was standing in front of him without saying a word, his expression suddenly became flustered, and his eyes quietly glanced down, avoiding Song Yishen's gaze.Gradually, I became a little restless, but I controlled it just right. The polite and euphemistic smile on the corner of my mouth never disappeared, but it became more and more natural.

Thinking of something, Song Yishen suddenly smiled, and said in a greeting: "Shihui."

"Brother Shen, your voice—"

A voice came from afar: "Xiao Hui!"

Song Yishen's response made Wei Shihui relax, and he smiled and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the person in the elevator that just opened opposite.

"Brother Xun!" Wei Shihui turned his head and raised his hand towards Wan Xun, no doubt about him, "Brother Shen is back!"

"What does it matter to you if he comes back?!"

Wan Xun walked over to look at Song Yishen, who was standing aside in his pocket, pulled Wei Shihui and walked in the direction of the elevator, "The program was halfway recorded, and the director said he couldn't find anyone, why are you running around!"

"Wan Xun."

Song Yishen took a few steps forward, with a different look on his face than before.No longer indifferent and casual, all smiles faded away, staring at Wan Xun's back, and sighed: "It's been two years, and I've come back to my senses..."

"Don't you still think that Wen Yuan's accident was caused by me?"

Wei Shihui, who was hooked under Wan Xun's arms, froze suddenly.

Wan Xun, who was determined to regard Song Yishen as a stranger, never thought that the first thing Song Yishen said to him after he came back was about Wenyuan.

Looking up and taking a deep breath, Wan Xun tried his best to control his emotions, turned his head and patted Wei Shihui on the shoulder, and said in a stiff tone, "Xiaohui, go back first."

"Brother Xun..." Wei Shihui hesitated, but he never dared to look back at Song Yishen.

"Go."

Wei Shihui walked slowly towards the elevator.

"Come with me." Wan Xun tilted his head and said, then walked straight to the stairwell of the emergency exit.

As soon as the heavy sliding door closed behind him with a muffled sound, Song Yishen hadn't turned his head when Wan Xun punched him hard!

As if expecting this to happen, Song Yishen turned sideways, grabbed Wan Xun's wrist that was trembling badly, and said in a deep voice, "Wan Xun!"

Wan Xun gasped as if he hadn't heard of it, and stared at Song Yishen with a complicated expression, "Do you still have the face to come back? Do you still have the face to tell me about the source?"

Song Yishen didn't let go of his hand. After closing his eyes and calming down for a moment, he opened his eyes again and looked directly at the furious Wan Xun, without moving his eyes, and promised: "I will find evidence, I will prove—"

"You are a murderer with evidence?"

Wan Xun seemed to have heard a big joke, his eyes were bloodshot, he withdrew his hand forcefully, and turned his head away from looking at Song Yishen, "Others said it was an accident, but you yourself don't know? The accident happened so quickly back then, and there is no explanation No, you said you are not guilty?"

Wan Xun took a few steps back and stared at Song Yishen with hatred in his eyes.

Two years later, even Song Yishen has changed.

Now Song Yishen in front of him could not see a single shadow of the past.

That bright and dazzling boy, the boy who can go crazy on the stage, jump up and down with the microphone in his hand, and doesn't care about anything, has become silent, cold, sharp and strange now.

The trance is only for a moment.

Wan Xun couldn't help laughing at himself, who hasn't changed?

"Or, do you regret it? Regret that you walked away back then, and now you leave something to talk about?" Wan Xun lowered his eyes, the corners of his mouth curved contemptuously, and sarcastically said: "Afraid that the future film king will always be accompanied by suspects on the road to fame?"

The light in the stairwell was dim, and Wan Xun's questioning voice echoed.

The two were like trapped beasts, silently confronting each other.

For two years, one side has been exhausted.

And the person who once abandoned everything, ran away cowardly, and who had not heard from him for several years, now came back and stood in front of him and said that he would give him evidence?

Wan Xun almost laughed out loud.

Song Yishen knew what Wan Xun was thinking.

At that time, he left without leaving a word, and no one knew what he was thinking at that time.

It may be more convincing to say that absconding in fear of crime.Especially in this circle.

Song Yishen took a few steps forward, and the stairs went up step by step, leading to the darkness where the light could no longer shine.Turning his back to the steps and sitting down, after a while, he smiled wryly in a low voice: "At that time, only Da Chao believed me—"

"I don't have time, and I don't want to hear you say that."

The mood of despair and collapse hit again.Wan Xun interrupted sharply, and without looking back, he opened the door and walked out.

Song Yishen raised his head, the light in front of him walked out with Wan Xun, and was cut off suddenly by the iron gate, and his surroundings fell into darkness.

Even darker than before.

The phone rang suddenly, and Da Chao called to say that there was something wrong with Sheng Yu, and the meeting hadn't started yet.However, director Wang Qu has already arrived, congratulating him on winning the Film Academy this time, and also said that because of the financial sponsorship of the film, he will be specially thanked another day.

"Guess who I spotted in the next conference room?"

Song Yishen patted his trouser legs and stood up, his expression returned to his original indifference, and his tone was a little tired: "Who?"

"Xia Jiming! The big boss of Shengyu! That should be the case—that Xia Shiyou named Xia Shiyou wants to use your popularity to get in the circle."

Song Yishen was amused, went to the door and held the doorknob, couldn't help reminding, "Since his surname is Xia, borrowing my heat? Wouldn't it be more convenient to borrow Yang Yilin's—"

"That's right! I'm going to ask what's going on later, and what tricks I want to play!"

There was a slight "knock", and then something rolled down. It should have fallen from the height of the third floor. The sound of "bang, bang, bang" lasted for more than ten seconds. It stopped abruptly at Song Yishen's feet, and slapped slowly around his heels.

"Yishen? What's wrong? What's your voice—"

"I'll hang up first—I'm going to find you now."

Song Yishen bent down to pick up something at his feet. It was a simple wooden tenon similar to theater props. It was exquisitely made, with six sides, each of which protruded in a rhombus shape. Three sides were painted, and the dark green paint had not yet completely dry.

I don't know how long he hid there and listened.

Song Yishen pondered, walked a few steps forward, heard the sound of footsteps, turned around, pulled the door open, then let go, allowing the door to open and close in front of him.

After Wan Xun left, there was another dull sound.

Song Yishen stood where he was, waiting patiently.

After about ten seconds, the sound of closing the door faded away in the cramped and dark stairwell.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and the people who went downstairs hurriedly jumped several steps, and finally, when there were still three steps away from the first floor, they quickly jumped down while supporting the handrail, and landed lightly.

Then, squat down on the ground and carefully look for the things that fell before.

Moving too fast, the light in front of his eyes was dim, Xia Shiyou squatted on the ground and searched for a while but couldn't find his custom props, put his hands in his pockets and took out his phone, he was about to turn on the flashlight and continue searching.

"Looking for this?"

Song Yishen came out from the shadows with a gentle appearance and polite manner.

Although it was a little different from the one in memory, this voice was still like an electric shock to Xia Shiyou, and at this moment it was more like a bomb dropped gently beside his ear.

With a jolt, Xia Shiyou raised his head in shock, leaned back and almost fell down, his palms involuntarily rubbing the floor.He wanted to stand up, but couldn't help but back up and back up.The phone fell to the ground a long time ago, and the whole person looked up at Song Yishen who had already heard the voice and walked out, but somehow appeared on the ground again, dumbfounded.

With the light from the translucent frosted glass on the door, Song Yishen looked at Xia Shiyou, with some doubts flashing in his eyes.

The reckless boy in front of him had curly hair of brown chestnut chicken hair in a mess, and there were a few random tufts on his forehead, revealing a smooth and clean forehead.When the eyes are wide open, there are two deep marks on the upper eyelids, which set off the deep pupils.The eyelashes are long and curled, which can be said to be too delicate and beautiful for a boy.He looks like a mixed race, with a straight nose bridge, but his eyes are pure black, and the pupils are constricted under panic, very bright.

Sheng Yu has signed a lot of foreign actors in recent years, Coco is French, and he has to bring an interpreter with him, and he can't speak Chinese well.Thinking of this, Song Yishen suddenly asked, "Can you understand Chinese?"

Xia Shiyou was taken aback again, not understanding why Song Yishen asked such a question, he was so foolish as to nod following the question.

its not right......

With a flash of lightning, Xia Shiyou came back to his senses, his appearance should have confused Song Yishen, and he had heard so many corners just now——

Xia Shiyou shook his head in a hurry, secretly thanking himself for being quick-witted.

In the next second, Xia Shiyou saw a subtle smile on Song Yishen's face.

"..."

How can you be so stupid.