I got scammed by a famous actor

After filming for a whole day, Gao Shuai was able to stay in good spirits in the middle of the night. It can be seen that Wen Xue's return to work as a driver really excited him.

Usually, when we encounter happy things, we always want to announce to the world as soon as possible, and when we are sad, we must also want to talk to our close people.

Emotions are like air, we may not be able to perceive it, but it follows us like a shadow and cannot be separated.It is like a mysterious magician who can always change the state according to the state of mind. It can be black and endless anger and despair, it can be pure and innocent indifference and calm, it can also be passionate excitement and excitement, and it can also be pink and tender. Soft throbbing and anticipation.Emotions, good or bad, always need to be poured out and vented.

If Gao Shuai's mood at this moment can be described in terms of color, perhaps pink would be more appropriate.He also wanted to share his happiness at this moment, but he didn't have a suitable partner to share with.Of course Cheng Jingshen can say anything, but men are not good at sharing such small emotions.

On the comfortable big bed, Gao Shuai tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. He wanted to browse Weibo to help him sleep, but accidentally opened the text message interface. After scrolling through a large section of messages sent by himself, he finally found a few replies from the other party. Words, but it also made him stare at it for a long time.

Not wanting to continue in this state, he left the comfortable big bed and ran to the living room, threw himself on the sofa, trying to help himself fall asleep as soon as possible by changing the environment.The same tossing and turning, but not as flexible as on the big bed, only lasted for a few minutes, and he got up from the sofa, it seemed that this method didn't work either.

In the darkness, Gao Shuai stood beside the sofa in a daze, racking his brains to think of a way to fall asleep smoothly.Unable to understand it in a quiet state, he began to pace the room, but still could not understand it.

After thinking about it, the only way to fall asleep smoothly is to share and talk.He quickly ran back to the bedroom, took his mobile phone and nestled in the sofa, anxiously waiting for the call to be connected.

As soon as the phone was connected, Gao Shuai said anxiously: "Kun'er, wake up, I have something to tell you, and I have to tell you."

The silence on the other end of the phone made Gao Shuai calm down a lot, and the excitement turned into worry: "Kun'er, are you listening?"

"Listening." There was another silence after the low and vague response.
"What happened to you?"

It was not the first time that Gao Shuai called Cheng Jingshen in the middle of the night, but he was never treated coldly.Even if he was very unwilling to be woken up, he would scold him a few words at most, but he was never so silent.

"What do you want to tell me?" Cheng Jingshen replied after a while, obviously drunk.

In the darkness, it was impossible to see the arrangement of the room clearly, but the bright large French windows under the moonlight confirmed that the room was very large.A man in a suit sat slumped on the ground, with his hands hanging limply by his side, his head leaning limply against the glass window, and his eyes closed.The cold room made the man look extremely cold. If it weren't for his slightly heaving chest, he wouldn't be able to feel a breath of life.

Empty beer cans are scattered around the man, mixed with a cell phone with a bright screen.

In the silence, the sound of turning the doorknob was very clear, but the man did not respond.A bright light came in, making the room not so dark, and unexpectedly giving people a glimpse of its emptiness and desolation.A tall man walked in the bright light, and walked straight towards the man who was slumped on the ground.

"Kun'er, wake up, I'll take you home." Gao Shuai helped Cheng Jingshen, who was limp on the ground, and was about to go out.

Cheng Jingshen finally opened his eyes, but resisted Gao Shuai's support very much. He stood with difficulty holding on to the glass window, stuttering but very excitedly said: "What home do I go back to? I don't. I don't have a home."

"Cheng Jingshen?" Gao Shuai seldom called Cheng Jingshen's name. Every time he called him like this, he was in this room, in this room that made him feel suffocated, in this room that imprisoned Cheng Jingshen's soul.

Cheng Jingshen raised his head with difficulty, looked at Gao Shuai with empty eyes, looked at his best friend as if he was a stranger, and said coldly: "You are a good person again, aren't you? As I said, I...I I don't need your pity, pity."

Gao Shuai grabbed Cheng Jingshen's neckline, gritted his teeth and said, "I have a home and can't go back, and you have a home and can't go back. Who do you say pity whom?"

Cheng Jingshen suddenly laughed and muttered, "I, we are all... poor people."

Gao Shuai didn't speak any more, and helped Cheng Jingshen to leave the dark space.

(Memories)
On a sunny morning, in the vibrant elementary school campus, the little boy was surrounded by several little boys just after he came out of the bathroom.The chubby boy in the lead asked contemptuously: "You're new here, how dare you lie. The family you mentioned doesn't have a young son at all, and you actually lied for the sake of face. Your parents don't sell deep-fried dough sticks, do they?"

The little boy surrounded in the middle was not at all afraid, and replied lightly: "Since you said no, then no. If my parents sell fried dough sticks, I would be quite proud, at least it proves that I still have parents."

The chubby boy who was aggressive just now was a little dazed, and in an instant, he pointed at the besieged boy and laughed: "So you are a bastard with no father or mother."

The little fat boy's companions also started to laugh at him, but the besieged little boy looked indifferent, calmly staring at the head fat boy, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

At this time, a boy carrying a Superman schoolbag ran over, stood in front of the besieged boy, and said to the chubby boy in the lead: "If you dare to bully others, I will tell the teacher."

The leading chubby boy said disdainfully: "Cut, who is afraid, you can sue if you have the ability." As he was speaking, he actually pushed the boy carrying the Superman schoolbag to the ground with all his strength.

The besieged little boy glanced at the boy who fell on the ground, then looked coldly at the chubby boy who was the leader, and punched him hard with his fists.

The besieged little boy stood on one side of the classroom door with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and on the other side stood a little boy with the same bruised nose and a swollen face, holding the torn Superman schoolbag.

The besieged little boy squinted at the torn Superman schoolbag, and muttered softly: "I don't know how to fight, so why meddle in my own business."

"Who has never been to the meeting? Are you born to fight? Besides, didn't we send him to the infirmary?"

"Yo, the mouth is quite stiff."

The besieged little boy glanced sideways at the name tag on the chest of the little boy holding the schoolbag, and said in a low voice, "Cheng Jing...kun? That's not a very good name."

The little boy with the schoolbag pretended to laugh and said, "I'm really uneducated. That word readshen. My name is Cheng Jingshen."

The besieged little boy said disdainfully: "Tch, Shen is not as good as Kun."

They looked at each other and smiled at the same time, but they hurt the wound at the corner of their mouth, grinning and holding the wound and breathing.