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

It was four days since Lei Fuchao lost contact and refused to go home.

It was also because Xiao Ping hadn't touched a drop of alcohol for four days, so he didn't dare to get drunk for even half a minute.

Just thinking of the word "wine" now makes Xiao Ping feel sick from the bottom of his heart.But one step too late.It was a step too late, and he didn't need to wake up slowly. When he couldn't get through the phone on the first day, he immediately knew that he had lost something very important.

Early in the morning, he had imagined in his mind the day when Lei Fuchao finally gave up on him, and it was probably like this.

Lei Fuchao is very gentle, he will leave everything to him, and leave by himself, instead of driving him away; Lei Fuchao will not say a word, but he will cut off contact with him, so as not to soften his heart; in the first days Even Lei Fuchao's friends didn't know where Lei Fuchao went, and even if they knew, they wouldn't tell him.Exactly so.

For 54 consecutive days, Xiao Ping only slept for about [-] hours, but his spirit was unbelievably clear, or he was in a trance to the limit.

He put all his attention on the small door lock, with his ears pricked up, whenever he heard the slightest movement, he immediately rushed over to open the door, and his unshaved beard has scared the neighbors more than once.

Got nothing.

Only when he was really worried that he would fall asleep would he wander around the room repeatedly.There may only be one chance - he can't find Lei Fuchao, can't contact Lei Fuchao, but Lei Fuchao might have something he can't let go of left at home, and he always comes back to get it.Maybe one day, Lei Fuchao thought he had left and would come back.

Of course, he had no way to confirm whether there was such an item, and he didn't dare to take a step too far from the gate.It was as if the world had ended 54 days ago, leaving him not even a whole house, just a living room.

And this living room wasn't his Noah's Ark.

Within the confines of this living room, he cleans up obediently every day, eats seriously, asks the next deliveryman to take away the garbage bag from the previous meal, checks the water seepage of the windowsill tirelessly on rainy days, and hangs Lei Fuchao in the living room A few coats on the hanger were being ironed, and he also bought a new vase online. Unfortunately, when it arrived, it was too ugly and far less beautiful than the previous vase.

So in the end Xiao Ping only took the ugly vase with him.

He gradually began to suspect that his lingering did not stop Lei Fuchao from returning home.It's been very cold outside recently, he doesn't know where Lei Fuchao will live, what he is doing, what he eats every day, what music he listens to... Has he ever recalled him irrationally, is he in a bad mood, in case he catches a cold Does anyone have a hand to dry my hair.

He took a small notebook and wrote down many plans for the future, which might not be realized.

One is to learn how to drive. When the two of them go out together, he can let Lei Fuchao sit lazily and rest, and drive him to any place he wants to go;

The second is to save money to buy a house that Lei Fuchao likes. He criticized himself in his heart: Since he knows that Lei Fuchao doesn’t like to move, and if he changes his bed, he won’t be able to sleep well. What about a home with a permanent residence?It was obvious that Lei Fuchao wanted a permanent home.At worst, he sold everything and went to film festivals in jeans ever since.

The third is to learn to cook. He gradually began to feel that there were too many shortcomings in the past. Why did Lei Fuchao have stomach problems and picky tongue, and he didn't learn to cook for a long time?should not.

There are more beautiful vases, many roses, and a self that can be alone.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ping hurriedly folded the quilt on the sofa neatly.

Before leaving, he put the key on top of the shoe cabinet, and cautiously looked out of the door for the last time, looking left and right in the direction of the corridor and the elevator.

No one showed up.

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When unlocking, Lei Fuchao instinctively noticed that the door was not locked.Usually, this means there are people in the family.

But when the door opened, no one was there.

It was quiet in all directions, every item was placed neatly, there was a fine layer of floating dust on the table, Lei Fuchao rubbed it with his fingers, guessing that Xiao Ping had been away for at least a month.

It could also be months.

Before he came back, he never imagined the possibility of "Xiao Ping is gone". He just knew that Xiao Ping's number was suspended for arrears. I thought Xiao Ping would leave.In other words, he thought about it, but he just thought it was impossible.

Xiao Ping left the key behind, and there was a note under the key. The content was simple: "Goodbye." There was no explanation, no note, maybe he thought there was nothing to say.The handwriting is crooked, and Xiao Ping's mind was still not clear when he wrote it.

After reading this note, Lei Fuchao's vision blurred, he couldn't help loosening his fingers, took a step back, and leaned against the door.The door panels were cold, and the building was empty, so no one was turning on the air conditioner here. The temperature was so low that his heart felt cold and his teeth trembled.

He couldn't figure out why Xiao Ping left because he was afraid of hurting whom; whether Xiao Ping knew how serious his departure would be to him at this juncture; or, was Xiao Ping still doubting that he was not important?Had his condition deteriorated to the point where he decided he was unimportant?But in any case, Xiao Ping said goodbye, and this was a farewell.

Lei Fuchao wanted to sit down slowly and calm down, but this movement was a bit difficult for him now, he sat down so hastily that his knees creaked, and if there was a needle prick in the back of his waist, he could not climb up. Shi Shi soaked in a cold sweat, even though he sat down, he could hardly stand up.

Waiting patiently until the black tide receded before him, he finally had to admit that Liu Tiao was right, he either had to temporarily hire a nurse or a friend to help him temporarily.

But other than Xiao Ping, he didn't know anything about the past few months, and he didn't want to know anyone.

Holding the phone and opening the address book, he hesitated for a while with a pale face, and Lei Fuchao habitually dug out the name "Xiao Ping" first.

Unexpectedly, the message from the other end of the phone is still: "Sorry, the user you dialed has been out of service for arrears..."

"Hello." He still spoke, and heard that his voice seemed to be entangled in a mess.

"Hello?" After a pause, he cleared his throat and reiterated slowly, "Goodbye."

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From that day on, for at least a year, Lei Fuchao was determined not to mention Xiao Ping's name.Occasionally someone around mentioned it, and he just pretended that he had never known this person.

When he first came home, he stayed alone at home for three days. He was in such a bad mood that he smoked more than half of his cigarettes.

The doctor in charge, Liu Yuan, advised him repeatedly, and he himself worked hard several times, but each time after a short period of quitting, when he started smoking again within a few weeks, his addiction became heavier and he smoked more violently, reaching the limit of four packs a day at one point. Afterwards, Liu Tiao didn't dare to persuade him anymore.

In the short term, he has almost no work to do, let alone filming, and he has no money or mood to lie on the bed and rest slowly. In the end, he had to find a few friends to help him, and played for a short time in a few petty bourgeoisie restaurants. Piano, the income is not much, must frequently go back and forth between different positions.

However, on cloudy and rainy days, if he was not careful, the state of the back of his waist would also affect his arms and fingers, and soon he couldn't even eat these few bowls of rice.

The days seem to have returned to a long time ago, only a little worse.Sometimes he plays the piano, sometimes he submits drafts to newspapers and magazines, sometimes he has nothing to do, living by pawning watches, and once worked as a makeup artist for Yan Bai's girlfriend.

Yan Bai's girlfriend is also an artist, with a good personality, and she cares about his self-esteem. She keeps her posture very low, claiming that she heard that he can make up, but she is unwilling to rely on makeup artists of different quality for each filming crew. I want to invite him to work for me alone, and I can trust him.

This live thunder and floating tide was only done for half an hour.He deluded himself that he knew his share of sympathy.

After such a wandering life, Lei Fuchao gradually realized that the most important thing in life is hope, and it was hope that supported him in the past.

On New Year's Eve night, he was still sitting at home alone, smoking a cigarette and watching an old movie.There were faint laughter and the sound of fireworks bursting downstairs outside the window, which had nothing to do with him.

This movie can be called his favorite movie, naturally, he once recommended it to Xiao Ping.But he has no choice. He also recommended the second and third favorite movies to Xiao Ping.Xiao Ping also likes to eat the ice cream he likes to eat, and Xiao Ping also likes the brand of clothes he likes to wear. Even a mask, when he used to cling to others, Xiao Ping must buy the same one as him.

Lei Fuchao was so numb and breathless, he couldn't remember the lines of the main show that he had memorized backwards.

His numbness was only slightly broken near midnight.

His cell phone rang.

At this time, no one would call him for a long time, even if it was New Year's Eve.Friends were afraid of disturbing his rest, but strangers would not be so abrupt.

Therefore, Lei Fuchao couldn't help feeling agitated.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had quickly climbed off the sofa, and walked in front of the mobile phone that was charging aside in a few strides.He took a closer look, and the caller ID was just a string of unfamiliar numbers without notes.

He probably took a deep breath.

"...Hello?" He pressed the connect button, his tone was hesitant and slow, he couldn't control his expectation very improperly, his heart was pounding rapidly.

"Hello? Li—ah, I'm sorry, I made a wrong call." Just like his countless disappointments, a strange voice on the phone answered him with apology.

After hanging up the phone, he stayed there and stood there for a long time, then returned to the sofa in a dispirited mood, but the movie was over and the tea was completely cold.

He forgot to press the pause button.

In fact, he also wanted to press the pause button.