Poisonous milk became the film king and found out that I was actually Bai Yueguang [Entertainment]

When sitting in the restaurant to order food, Ruan Yu observed carefully. Many of the dishes Xiao Ping ordered were Lei Fuchao's tastes for many years, and he also took care to avoid taboos, but the factions were light. .

Well, the etiquette is also thoughtful, there is nothing to blame on the whole body, many unconscious details are almost the same as Lei Fuchao, and it is not known who infected whom.

Looking at it horizontally and vertically, Xiao Ping doesn't look like a trustee.

But why is he different from Lei Fuchao's description everywhere?

After all, although Xiao Ping's script is not good, his acting skills are good. Ruan Yu really can't see any flaws, and he is at a loss when thinking about it.

The dishes were gradually served, and the three of them continued to talk, from career to business, from business to stocks, from stocks to life, Xiao Ping quickly successfully created an image of a quasi-dominant chairman for himself.

In particular, Lei Fuchao gave him face, and he didn't disrupt the whole process. Every time Xiao spoiled him with his laughter and heroic attitude, he cooperated with him and showed a look of "we usually get along like this".

In terms of acting skills alone, Xiao Ping was impeccable. Within half an hour, Ruan Yu almost believed all of his words, and vaguely thought that the other person was very mature, but his face was young. In fact, he might be younger than Lei Fuchao. It's going to be a year or two older.

Until Ruan Yu asked: "But being a director of a big company, will it affect the filming time to some extent? Or are you planning to give up filming and turn to business in the future?"

She asked this question very naturally, without any preset position, because Lei Fuchao turned from an actor to behind the music scene. The reason given to her was that her interests had changed. She didn't think there was anything wrong with it, and she didn't think it was a lucrative job. That's the right way.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ping seemed to be punctured by this question, and he blurted out: "Of course filming is the priority."

Ruan Yu was slightly taken aback.

Xiao Ping, who Lei Fuchao liked to put on his tongue back then, had a lot of small deeds. Of course, he deliberately concealed the background of the rich second generation, was picked up, and ran away from home for acting. Ruan Yu's ears became callused when he heard about his enthusiasm for acting and other characteristics.

After being puzzled for a second, Ruan Yu suddenly realized more than half of it, and couldn't help but secretly glanced at Lei Fuchao who was sitting opposite, and saw Lei Fuchao shook his head slightly.

On the other side, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Xiao Ping also immediately noticed something was wrong, and he was a little frustrated.

This kind of thing happened, the only blame is that he was not immersed in the character set, and he took it lightly when he was out of the scope of the camera.

He had to treat Ruan Yu as a lens.

Xiao Ping hastened to make amends in a calm tone: "However, I believe that I have the ability to do two things well at the same time."

Then he observed Ruan Yu intently, and found that Ruan Yu's expression was normal, he only glanced casually at Lei Fuchao, smiled slightly, and answered him: "I believe this too. - You're more interesting than I thought."

It was a good circle, and it seemed that the car did not overturn, Xiao Ping secretly breathed a sigh of relief.Not in vain, he even worked hard to get down to the sentence.

The rest of the meal was enjoyable.

Xiao became more and more careful with all his strength, and never made any mistakes;

Probably there were no more questions to ask, Ruan Yu didn't ask him many questions, but chatted about some interesting things in life, and occasionally teased Lei Fuchao;

Lei Fuchao has never led the topic, but only participates in a few chats from time to time, and is mainly responsible for eating slowly.Ruan Yu thought he had an upset stomach, but Xiao Ping knew what was going on with him, and no one dragged him into the conversation.

After dinner, Lei Xiao and the two took Ruan Yu to the hotel they had booked. Before going upstairs, Ruan Yu turned around and praised Xiao Ping again: "Xiao Xiao, just do what you want. very nice."

Xiao Ping responded calmly as usual, and changed his words following her voice: "Thank you, Mom, I wish you a smooth trip and always smile."

Ruan Yu happily went upstairs, his figure was full of joy that "my son has really left the group!"

The elevator door slowly closed in front of them, and the remaining two people looked at each other, turned around and walked out of the hotel together.

Walking to the gate of the hotel, the evening breeze was clear and the rain was fresh. Lei Fuchao was just about to take out the hand he held with Xiao Ping. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the other party's expression was a little less interested, not even reluctant.

"What's wrong?" Lei Fuchao stopped his movements and asked.

Xiao Ping came back to his senses and didn't shy away from it, staring at the neon signs along the road and frankly said to him: "If only my mother could say that to me, she doesn't like me filming."

Lei Fuchao couldn't answer these words, and he couldn't solve this matter for the time being.

But for many years, besides Xiao Ping himself, he is the one who knows best what hardships Xiao Ping has suffered along the way.

After a moment of silence, he could only comfort him: "I like it."

Xiao Ping turned his head to look at him when he heard the words, the disappointment in his eyes was not fake, but he could still be caught in the trajectory of his bright eyes.

Although both of them know that this is not the same as the recognition and affirmation between relatives.

This time Xiao Ping didn't make any hot and intense love remarks, he just laughed and said seriously: "Brother Lei, thank you very much."

As if he was afraid that Lei Fuchao didn't hear the truth, he quickly repeated: "Thank you."

The two looked at each other again, Lei Fuchao finally pulled out his hand.

Lei Fuchao patted his shoulder hard.

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On the way back to Xiangjing, Xiao Ping's mood suddenly became very good, and he didn't know if it was true or not.Lei Fuchao sat in the passenger seat, listening to him laughing and humming songs for a long time, from love songs to inspirational hits, from rock songs to folk songs, and there was no repetition for a long time.

The rain stopped procrastinatingly. If you follow this road out of the urban area, there will be fewer and fewer vehicles and pedestrians along the way. Hanging low on the sky right in the middle of the front window.

After staring at the star like an ice pearl for a while, Lei Fuchao suddenly remembered something from the past.

He met Xiao Ping in one winter, and it was New Year's Eve not long after that. Xiao Ping had been suffering from a cold and felt that on New Year's Eve, he couldn't think much of it. Lei Fuchao couldn't let it go, so he took him with him when he went shopping. .

At that time, the two were not familiar with each other. According to Xiao Ping himself later, he still thought that as soon as he recovered from his illness, Lei Fuchao would push him back to the train station.

It's not that Lei Fuchao didn't think so at all.

But at that time, because he knew that his level was far from enough, Xiao Ping worked very hard. Every day when Lei Fuchao came home to urge him to take medicine, he would see him frantically pressing the pause button and taking the tablets bit by bit; he was really sick. When I feel uncomfortable and my vision is blurred, I don’t play the movie anymore, just watch the movie on the TV quietly; I quietly rent him a few discs with relatively rare resources, and I can get a shocking thank you...

Even when he was out shopping on New Year's Eve, Lei Fuchao could see him diligently taking notes on the award-winning movie script in the taxi.

It's a level of focus that doesn't listen to things outside the window.

It was only later that Lei Fuchao realized that Xiao Ping didn't take a break at ordinary times, but felt that his study efficiency was poor after being sick, not to mention that he was not feeling well, and playing was not enjoyable, so he simply devoted all his time to working hard. .

In short, Lei Fuchao was speechless that day, and could only glance back at him occasionally, while pointing out the shortest way to the taxi driver, trying to get home early.

Then Lei Fuchao unexpectedly discovered that while the car was driving, Xiao Ping actually averted his eyes from the script.

——Someone is setting off fireworks on the road, and there are monkeys flying in the sky.It was still dark, so I couldn't see anything clearly.

He turned his head and asked Xiao Ping: "By the way, it's the Chinese New Year. I didn't prepare any fireworks. Do you want them?"

So the two of them bought a lot of fireworks that night, ran downstairs and set them off for more than half an hour. Lei Fuchao found that Xiao Ping really liked fireworks, not just for fun and to have a New Year's atmosphere.

The night of New Year's Eve that year was nothing like tonight, except that there was a star that was there from beginning to end.Lei Fuchao didn't think of deliberately remembering it, but maybe it's because every firework will fall next to it after it soars into the sky, and it's the only one that never falls, anyway, he always remembers that star.

He recalled it for a while, and suddenly heard Xiao Ping asking in his ear: "Brother Lei, do you still remember the first year we met? The day of the Chinese New Year."

Lei Fuchao didn't expect Xiao Ping to think the same thing because of such a little bit of similarity, he was startled for a moment, turned his head to look at him.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Ping looked a little dazed when he didn't get an answer.

Lei Fuchao didn't speak.

The car was quiet for a moment, Xiao Ping turned a corner in the car, and the stars were still there, but their positions were shifted a little.

Lei Fuchao couldn't help but sighed suddenly.

This tone came without end, Xiao Ping couldn't help but look around at him from the corner of his eye, but Lei Fuchao fumbled out a small firework stick that was only half the length of his palm out of nowhere, and took it out. The lighter was lit.

With a sound of "呲啦", the scorching pink flames flickered out.

Xiao Ping was taken aback by him, and hurriedly found a place to step on the brakes, and asked with a smile, "Are you afraid of setting the car on fire?"

Lei Fuchao didn't make a sound, caught the ashes in the driving ashtray, and twirled it with the flower pole, letting the clusters of lights faintly shoot past the eyes of the two of them.

Xiao Ping crouched over.

When driving at night, the interior lights are not turned on, so excluding the brightness of the moonlight and the heat of the small flowers, the interior of the car is almost pitch black.

In the pitch darkness, the two of them watched the burning process of the little flower in silence with concentrated attention.

The last ray of light was no longer pink, but turned into a pale fiery white, the ashes were extinguished, Xiao Ping raised his head, and just in time caught Lei Fuchao's eyes.

"Remember." Lei Fuchao replied slowly.

Xiao Ping made a move, reflexively wanting to say something.Anything is fine, confession, reminiscence, witticism...any kind is fine.

But he didn't choose any of the above, he only heard himself say softly: "Go to sleep for a while."

Lei Fuchao frowned when he heard the words, and replied: "I'm not tired yet, in case you get tired later, the two of us can switch shifts."

"It's late, people who are sick should go to bed early." Xiao Ping continued to persuade.

This time Lei Fuchao didn't insist.

Lei Fuchao slid a little under the seat, buried half of his face deep in the scarf, and retracted his hands into the cuffs of the down jacket, tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Surrendering so quickly, Xiao Ping guessed that he was already tired.

After waiting for a few minutes, it is estimated that Lei Fuchao would almost feel drowsy and would not be woken up directly by the car, so Xiao Ping restarted the car.

11 years ago, on the night of New Year's Eve, he asked Lei Fuchao, "Is there a star there?"

With a cigarette butt in his mouth, Lei Fuchao lazily identified it for a while, then nodded and told him: "Yes, there is one. I almost thought it was a firework that had become a spirit."

He really thought that Lei Fuchao had forgotten long ago.