Xia Chang

During this period of time, Zhang Qi didn't see Rong Miaoyi again. She participated in the rehearsal as before, or dragged her suitcase and rushed to other cities to attend the meeting of the new play.

The difference between an actor and other professions is that no matter how turbulent the plot is, it will always become sand in time, and no matter how well-suited partners are, they will part after a short time, and then the relationship fades.Zhang Qi doesn't miss it anymore, even if the finale of the tour will end on this night, she will leave all the stories in the play, and she will also leave Shen Chenyang.

The lights on the stage were turned on, and Shen Chenyang smelled faintly of cigarettes. Zhang Qi turned his head and looked at him with the gentle and timid mood arranged in the script.

The two were put into a circle isolated from the world, and the ending was the same as before, they were going to die, but this time the reason was more tragic because it seemed like they were really going to die.

Zhang Qi didn't add back to Shen Chenyang's WeChat, and Shen Chenyang didn't mention it. They didn't have suspicions, and they didn't spend time ignoring each other. Before the separation came, the whole crew fell into melancholy, so they wanted to find small joys. No one can get along with anyone.

Zhang Nian came to visit the set today, and also brought Liu Xiaobai over. The two were young and tall and thin, and they were mistaken for actors from the musical crew next door backstage. Zhang Qi took them to the dressing room and gave them snacks.

"Sister Qi, next, here are the flowers we bought for you. I wish the show a smooth performance." Liu Xiaobai said, and handed the bouquet in his hand to Zhang Qi.

Zhang Nian said, "It wasn't us, he bought it."

"Thank you, I like it very much"

Zhang Qi was smiling, her face was full of stage makeup, and she had a very different and gentle look from usual.

Zhang Nian and Liu Xiaobai were looking for seats, Zhang Qi was stepping on the high heels on the stage, she was in a daze when she went out, and bumped into Shen Chenyang without warning.

Shen Chenyang's hair hasn't been done yet, there are silver clips on it, he is holding a tie in his hand, and said: "I'm going to fly tonight, go to audition."

"So busy, there is a celebration banquet tomorrow."

"I won't be there, I really can't miss it."

Zhang Qi didn't look directly at Shen Chenyang, she looked ahead and happened to see the buttons on Shen Chenyang's collar. There were busy people coming and going in the corridor, which was very noisy.

Shen Chenyang was still wearing his tie, and he left when the silence between each other did not end.

The lights in the corridor dimmed in the deepest part, and there were posters of long-running shows on the walls, which were already yellowed, and the edges curled stubbornly.

On the stage, Zhang Qi sat beside Shen Chenyang, and she held his arm; Zhang Qi looked into Shen Chenyang's eyes, and she suddenly felt that there was no longer a strange character living there, and Shen Chenyang was looking at Shen Chenyang with himself. She seemed to be in the scene. They lived a snowy day in the old days, and the outdoor wind was blowing across the ground.

The real outdoor is the viscous and hot midsummer, which is wrapping Zhang Qi's fragility and silence.

The kiss is also the dependence of the body, and the breath is mixed together, leaving only pure misery and greed. Zhang Qi and Shen Chenyang hug each other tightly, and what they are thinking may be—after the finale, he and she in the play will be together again. Will not be able to meet again.

Zhang Nian knew that Liu Xiaobai was holding back tears and biting the knuckles of his fist between his teeth. He stretched out his hand in the dim light and shook Liu Xiaobai's shoulder.

The stage was brighter than the audience, and the eyes of thousands of people were on Shen Chenyang and Zhang Qi. They died one after another. Then, the sound of the wind and snow became clearer, and the lights gradually dimmed and went out.

The actors did not come too late for the curtain call, and the audience was still immersed in the lingering shock of the plot. Zhang Nian suddenly saw Chen Ninglu at the corner of the stage. She was holding a large bouquet of roses and walking slowly towards the stage.

Suddenly, the lights flickered mischievously, and the melody of "Birthday Song" caught my ears, the cake was pushed onto the stage, and Chen Ninglu's flowers were delivered to Shen Chenyang...

Zhang Nian saw Zhang Qi standing there without moving.

After all, Liu Xiaobai hid his tears. He was a little disappointed, and he didn't sing birthday songs with others. Zhang Nian found a tissue from his pocket, and he threw it to Liu Xiaobai.

Zhang Qi was on stage, wearing the most exquisite and beautiful clothes and the brightest makeup. She and others were ignored, and Shen Chenyang and Chen Ninglu were the protagonists at this moment.

She was applauding slowly, but she still didn't move. Chen Ninglu raised her head and kissed Shen Chenyang's mouth intently.

Liu Xiaobai lamented the tragedy along the way. Zhang Nian went to the convenience store to buy two bottles of water. They sat on the chairs in front of the convenience store and talked about the plot.

With the hot air sticking to his face, Zhang Nian closed his eyes, opened them again and sighed.

Say, "I don't want to watch this anymore."

After a while, Zhang Nian saw Zhang Qi who was carrying a green paper bag. She took off her make-up and wore glasses without makeup.

Said: "Let's go, go home, parents are not here, let's chase the show and order takeaway."

The bottle of ice water was stuck in the palm of his hand, and his entire arm was about to get cold. Liu Xiaobai looked at the blackness without lights in the distance, which was the same as the dimmed stage after the curtain call.

Liu Xiaobai took Zhang Qi's car and happened to stop by Wang Zhanyan's rental house to see him.

Going around the unfinished building full of weeds, Liu Xiaobai lowered his head, trying to turn on the flashlight of his mobile phone in a place with street lights. When he raised his head again, he saw Wang Zhanyan standing not far away.

He didn't wear glasses, probably forgot, and certainly didn't wear contact lenses, because his beautiful eyes were squinting slightly, trying to see into the distance.

When Liu Xiaobai got closer, he saw Wang Zhanyan's attire clearly. He was wearing a long-sleeved denim jacket with a loose vest inside.

"Brother." Liu Xiaobai didn't understand the situation, so he could only call him softly.

Wang Zhanyan moved two steps forward, his eyes were on Liu Xiaobai's face, and after a few seconds, he finally saw clearly, so he asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"

Liu Xiaobai was familiar with him, but it was rare to see him like this. When the wind blew, it shook Wang Zhanyan's clothes.

"I'll come to see you and see how you're doing... I didn't tell you in advance because I took someone else's car. I was planning to come tomorrow. My parents, my mother, and my grandma are all concerned about your life. Of course, I also caring."

Liu Xiaobai smiled and stretched out his arms to show Wang Zhanyan the watch. He was taken aback suddenly and asked, "Are you waiting for someone?"

Intimacy and fighting have become a habit between them. Liu Xiaobai put his arm on Wang Zhanyan's shoulder, and the two of them didn't think it was wrong; Liu Xiaobai pretended to lock his neck, and made a gesture to jump on Wang Zhanyan's back.

He didn't pay attention to the very dark surroundings, so when he was torn apart by great force, Liu Xiaobai was even very frightened. He fell down, and then someone grabbed the front of his T-shirt and picked him up again.

Liu Xiaobai suddenly felt pain in his back, and he heard Wang Zhanyan say in a trance: "My brother, my cousin, really my cousin."

"It's late at night, what am I planning, take this back?" It was a somewhat low, boyish voice.

This was the first time Liu Xiaobai saw Ran Yuanchao. Like someone who had never seen the world, Liu Xiaobai secretly marveled at the boy's beauty and momentum, then stepped forward to push him and asked, "Why did you hit me!"

Ran Yuanchao fell on Wang Zhanyan's body in an instant, then, standing up straight, he turned his face and suddenly grabbed Wang Zhanyan's shoulder.

Wang Zhanyan was scolding him, saying: "He is my younger brother, you will not die."

The golden hair of the boy seems to be a bright point, falling into the night of expression; there is a painting in Liu Xiaobai's sight——

Ran Yuanchao's arm was on Wang Zhanyan's waist, and he showed a sense of arrogance and aggression that did not match his age. In his side pocket, there was a box of Okabooks.