Sao Nian, draw your knife!

The biological clock has failed. I usually wake up on time at six o'clock. Today, the sun shone through the bedside and swayed around before I opened my eyes.

The oppressive feeling on the chest indicated that last night was not a dream, and the Lord was lying down beside him to sleep happily.

Zhou Dang carefully pushed Zhang Ming's arm away from his chest, and the other party squinted to see him put it back together.

"woke up?"

"Ah." Should you retract your hand?

Taking Zhou Dang's temperature back and forth all night, he just stared in a daze for a short time.

Zhang Ming closed his eyes and rubbed his head on Zhou Dang's shoulder, extremely satisfied, the person next to his pillow was his sweetheart, so happy that he couldn't fall asleep.

Zhou Dang stiffened his neck and turned his head to the side. What if his ex slept next to him and made his heart beat faster? Can he call Zou Meng for a box of quick-acting heart-rescuing pills.

It's urgent, come quickly.

"Go to sleep, I'll wash up and go to the studio first."

"No need to go," Zhang Ming buried his face on the pillow, and said in a muffled voice, "I asked Xu Zhou for leave, and you will stay in bed for two days, let him shoot other things first."

"You asked for leave for me? Why did you use the reason of staying in bed?" Zhou Dang was furious, whoever misunderstood this reason, okay!

Bedridden, without thinking about it, is an action movie drama.

Add some color to fill in, oh well, Minger can be legally listed in Japan directly brother.

Zhang Ming frowned, raised his head and said displeasedly, "Don't make noise, you're sleepy."

Master Jin beat the enemy with one move, and Zhou Dang was honest. Anyway, Zhang Ming pointed out his role to him. He couldn't clean it up when he was the director, so he simply didn't.

"Let go, I'm going to take a shower." The body was sticky and uncomfortable.

"Just wash your ass after your fever goes down."

"Then let me wash my face."

Zhang Ming reluctantly let go, and moved/body to the side, Zhou Dang took out the quilt that he had rolled up all night and put it on Zhang Ming.

With the suit casually draped over the back of the chair and the crumpled shirt worn on his body, it was hard for Zhou Dang not to move his mind.

It is true that I was coughing in a daze last night and had my hands smooth my back. It is true that I called the nickname "Mingzi" that I used to give people.I remembered it too clearly, Zhou Dang just had a cold but not amnesia.Memories from last night came flooding back, I don't know what expression to show.

After scooping up two handfuls of water and pouring it on his face, Zhou Dang spat at his face in the mirror, Zhou Dang, Zhou Dang, what virtue and what are you capable of.

The appearance is just the same, the figure is just passable, and the acting skills are excellent. Do you think you have such a clear self-knowledge that you dare to daydream like Xiao Xiangzhangming.

Maybe it was just out of humanitarianism yesterday. What eight years of old love is unforgettable, you are dreaming.

Zhou Dang put his hands on the side of the sink and seriously reviewed himself.

After a while, I figured it out and began to brush my teeth and wash my face, and when I finished wiping my face, I turned around and Zhang Ming was leaning on the door frame to look at him.

"feelling better?"

"Yeah." Miraculously today, I didn't lose my voice, and my nose wasn't blocked, but I felt a little uncomfortable and had mixed feelings.

"Zhou Dang."

"exist."

Zhang Ming put away his smile and asked him seriously: "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

"Yes." Zhang Ming was a little surprised by Zhou Dang's eager look.

"Say."

"Thank you for your care last night, it was too troublesome, thank you."

"anything else?"

"How did you know I had a cold?"

Zhang Ming paused and remained patient, "What else?"

besides?What else should there be?Zhou Dang looked at him in confusion.

Zhang Ming was angry and laughed back. He was happy and happy here, but he didn't have the slightest idea of ​​getting back together. It turned out that it was just his wishful thinking, and he was only responsible for enjoying it.

Zhang Ming slammed the door with his coat in his hand and left, so fast that Zhou Dang had no time to remind him that his hairstyle was unsightly.

This person was angry, but Zhou Dang didn't know where the anger came from. It was because he was right, but he couldn't figure out which sentence made Zhang Ming unhappy.

Sitting on the bedside, Zhou Dang picked up the cold porridge, took a few mouthfuls, it was sweet.Zhang Ming also bought breakfast in advance, so considerate, he really shouldn't lose popularity by himself.

The phone I called was hung up after it rang three times, and then hung up after one more ring.

Understanding the other party's arrogant temperament, Zhou Dang edited the text message instead.

"I really want to thank you, can I invite you to dinner?"

"I won't ask how you know, I don't want to know anyway-.-"

After waiting for 10 minutes without a reply, Zhou Dang sent another one.

"Are you there? Has the phone been lost by the owner?"

The reply this time was quick, two words short and to the point.

"Not here!"

Zhou Dang punched the steering wheel angrily. He didn't leave and stayed in the parking lot, but he didn't want to see Zhou Dang either.

It was a lie to say that he didn't mind eight years ago. He was waiting, waiting for Zhou Dang to figure out an excuse, or to tell the truth that he broke up with lard, and then give him a chance to reconcile.Zhang Ming is sure that Pidianpidian came over to say yes, falling in love is a matter of your love and my willingness to hit it off, there is no need to toss about the big news of eachother, he is not young anymore, and he doesn't want to toss.

But it never occurred to me that the other party had no intention of getting together at all. If Zhou Dang had such thoughts, Zhang Ming would tickle his fingers, and his thoughts should go this way.

"You don't really think I like you, do you? What are you thinking? How can a man be with a man."

"Zhang Ming, it's time to break up. I've had enough fun and I don't want to get entangled with you. Don't bother me."

"Oh, you said that kiss, I just want to try what it feels like to kiss a man."

"Don't be so playful."

Every word is heart-wrenching, and the look of aloofly treating him as a plaything, Zhang Ming still has lingering fears when he thinks about it now.

Why does Zhou Dang love him on his own, the loved one is not afraid to be a bit of a demon, because he is afraid that others will not see that he is the loved one.

It stands to reason that he is Daozu Zhou Dang's fish and meat now, and he can retaliate wantonly to force Zhou Dang to obey, but when he sees Zhou Dang's pitiful appearance, his heart softens in a mess.

The little bastard clearly grasped him, forcing him to obey.

"About eight years ago, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Yes, he really does.

After receiving this text message, Zhou Dang walked back and forth in the room three times. Where should he start? Would it be better to apologize first? delete.

Then lock the screen.

Maybe it's clear in a few words, but he doesn't want to drag Zhang Ming down to accompany him into the swamp, and he will regret pulling the person he likes down the altar.He can get whatever he wants after returning from studying abroad, and he has such a good time, there is no need to get involved in these messy things of his family.

Zhou Dang's ostrich spirit has not changed for so many years.The more Zhang Ming waited, the colder he became, he left the phone on the passenger seat and drove away.

He no longer wants to waste time on one person, so he doesn't believe that he has to play around.

For three days in a row, Zhou Dang panicked and turned on the phone 24 hours a day to charge the phone in time, but the phone never rang again, and Zhang Ming never came to visit the class.

"Chao Jin, that, I have something to discuss with you."

Chao Jin pushed the assistant away and found a secluded corner to squat down to listen to the phone, "Brother, you can just tell me if you have something to do."

"Do you have money? I... want to borrow some money from you, and I will pay you back as soon as the salary is paid."

"That's it, how much do you want to borrow? Is 100 million enough?" He doesn't have a lot of money, and he has only saved it since his debut.

"No, no, no, no, five thousand will do."

"Five thousand is enough?" Chao Jin probably didn't expect his brother to be so downhearted that he borrowed 5000 yuan from someone, which wasn't enough for him to buy a pair of shoes.

"That's enough, thank you."

"Brother, is there anyone in the crew who has a good relationship with you?"

Zhou Dang thought for a while and said, "Zou Meng." The little girl was eccentric and careful.

Regardless of delving into the slightly familiar name, Chao Jin yelled in an octave-high voice: "Brother, you mustn't like him!"

Zhou Dang's forehead was covered with black lines, "My assistant."

"Brother cough, you have nothing to do, I will hang up first, and I will transfer the money to you."

Chao Jin hung up the phone in a hurry, touched her face flushed with embarrassment, and opened Alipay to transfer money to Zhou Dang.

He added all of Zhoudang's software friends, q/q, WeChat, Weibo, Alipay, Zhihu, Tieba, King of Glory game accounts, regardless of whether they are used or not, as long as Zhoudang has them, he added them.

After receiving a transfer of 1 yuan from a friend, Zhou Dang returned his expression.

I can't express my gratitude, let alone this kind of friend who is afraid that he doesn't have enough money, good boy, has a future!

Zhou Dang sent a text message to Zhang Ming, "Can I treat you to a meal, and you will decide the place this time?"

Zhang Ming didn't reply.

Zhou Dang thought about waiting for someone to calm down, and he waited until he was finished.

In the last scene, he sent Zhou Zhiqing abroad and advised her for half a year, this time he wanted to send his beloved woman away completely.

The last hug, the two waved their hands, Zhou Zhiqing ran to her beloved's arms without any worries, Zhou Dang watched from behind, his smile gradually disappeared, leaving a tear, and then he turned around coolly, destined to run in the opposite direction.

He has seen the backs of too many people since he was a child, his family's lovers, and some people are even stingy with giving backs. It is too tiring to be the last one left.

"Card, pass."

"Congratulations on finishing."

Zhou Dang finally understood why a week ago, Liu Yingying was crying so hard. When the production team, photography team, and art team patted him on the shoulder and hugged him goodbye, he also had a sore nose and almost shed tears. The scene manager who occasionally talked to him I also came to congratulate him, and after three months of getting along, there will be a goodbye.

The director said that the finale banquet was set, and asked him to remember it, and Zhou Dang agreed.

Before leaving, an old drama senior chatted with him.

"Zhou Dang, your kid is very smart in acting."

"You are rude."

"A good actor, if you work hard, you must have enthusiasm and a bit of aura. As the saying goes, 90.00% hard work plus 100% talent. Without talent, you will never reach [-]%. You are a good seed, I want to tell you a few words, acting is not to play that person, but to make yourself that person. You can endure hardships and have aura but you have no enthusiasm. Zhou Dang, I can’t see the love for this career from your eyes. "

Zhou Dang had to obey Mr. Liu's eyesight, he really didn't like acting.

"You're right."

In front of a senior who devoted half his life to acting, Zhou Dang couldn't hide anything, so he admitted it frankly.

"Since it's here, why not try to fall in love with it, you can go further, if you can't try, why not do something that makes your heart boil."

Mr. Liu patted him on the shoulder, turned around and went back to the set.

Zou Meng stood beside the taxi and waited for him. Zhou Dang walked over step by step with the little Maza in his arms, smiling brightly.

"Brother Zhou, what are you laughing at?"

"Happy."

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Irresponsible Little Theater

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