I have more than acting skills

Because of the earthquake, "Dream Chaser" had to be stopped midway.

Chen Zui also returned to City B. The days of the earthquake were like a dream to him. After returning to a safe place, he closed the door and slept hard for three days.

It feels like being alive after waking up.

Chen Zui lay on the sofa with his head supported in one hand, and rubbed Li Zewen's student card in his hand with the other.There is a notebook on the left side of the sofa, which was found in the place where Li Zewen lived.

Chen Zui brought the notebook back, and after reading it, he felt even more depressed.

He half-closed his eyes, his eyes were completely in a trance, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The boy in the photo is smiling so brightly. For him, the future has infinite hope and a bright future, but he never thought that he would be buried underground forever.

The mobile phone on the table rang suddenly, Chen Zui put down the card in his hand and found that it was an unfamiliar number.

"People got in touch."

As soon as the phone was turned on and answered, the person inside said such a sentence to him, and Chen Zui was stunned for a while before he realized it.

"At the restaurant in the afternoon, he said he only had one hour."

The person on the phone hung up after finishing talking, Chen Zui closed his eyes facing the blacked out screen, let out a long sigh, put down the phone, and picked up the notebook on his right.

I opened the book and flipped through it casually, and it was full of dense pen writing.

Chen Zui has read it countless times in the past few days, and now he still feels a little suffocated when he reads it. Li Zewen's pain, depression, and that unspeakable relationship are all in this notebook.

When he died, everything was cremated.

Only this was left.

***

After Chen Zui tidied himself up, he went to the bathroom. The person in the mirror probably hadn't tidied up for a long time, and he was quite depressed.

Chen Zui stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, and the person in the mirror followed him to do the same. His arm had been re-bandaged, but because he didn't take care of it at the beginning, he still felt sore when he did some larger movements.

He has always hated hair that was too long, and he would get irritable if it was too long.

Just as he was about to cut it short, he remembered that the man seemed to like touching his head very much. Chen Zui paused for a moment while smoothing his hair, and muttered a few times.

"What a hassle-"

I don't know if this trouble is talking about myself, or about Shen Shi'an who likes to touch his hair.

After not thinking about that person, Chen Zui tidied himself up again. He opened the closet and took out his favorite suit. He seldom wears a suit and feels a little restrained.

But today he still chose a black suit, and seriously combed his hair for a long time in front of the mirror.

After packing himself up, Chen Zui took the notebook and drove to the agreed place.

This is a private restaurant. The high price makes the people who come inside either rich or expensive. At the same time, the privacy of the restaurant is also very good. Even if Chen Zui is on fire because of "Imperial Power", there is no need to cover up too much here. .

He followed the waiter and walked in, there was already someone sitting on the seat by the window, and the well-tailored white suit was facing the blue rose on the small round table.

Chen Zui glanced at the rose, then walked over and sat opposite him.

"Hello--"

Chen Zui spoke first politely, and at the same time met the face of the person opposite, and he saw clearly the flashing danger signal in his eyes.

The beautiful blue pupils constricted after he appeared, and anger was already on his face.

"Who are you?" The man spoke aggressively.

Chen Zui's peach blossom eyes smiled, and the squinted eyes were filled with a bit of sarcasm: "Senior seems to be different from what he saw on TV."

The person in front of him can be said to be a household name, and that beautiful face often appears on TV or on billboards.Ye Qiao, an old man in the entertainment industry.

From a child star to a superstar now, Ye Qiao has been thriving all the way in the entertainment industry. He was born into a family of celebrities, and from his birth to now, he can be said to have never been unpopular.

What's more, he is versatile, just because of that pretty face, it can be said that he has attracted a group of fans since he was a child, even Chen Zui panicked when he saw his face.

"Who are you? What is your relationship with Li Zewen?"

Ye Qiao snorted coldly, his whole body was filled with the arrogance of a superior person, Chen Zui, a starlet who had just debuted, was nothing to him at all.

But those mixed-race blue eyes looked back and forth several times on Chen Zui's body and face.

With a little aggression in his eyes, he continued with a dangerous tone: "Where's Li Zewen?"

Glancing behind Chen Zui with malicious eyes, he said with a mocking smile, "Why doesn't Li Zewen come by himself?"

"Why," he smiled and turned his legs up: "Li Zewen has no face to see me?"

Chen Zui shrugged his shoulders: "I think he doesn't want to come to your wedding."

After saying this, Ye Qiao began to lose her temper. She glared at Chen Zui fiercely with slightly reddened eyes, raised her wine glass and poured a glass of wine into her mouth.

Ye Qiao buried his head on the table, and when he raised his head again, his face had returned to calm, as if he wasn't the one who lost control just now, he calmly reached out and took the napkin in front of him and touched his hand gracefully.

"You are his boyfriend?" He raised his chin proudly.

He even smiled at Chen Zui, his beautiful eyes were full of interest: "It seems that Li Zewen has a good eye for choosing men?"

Facing Chen Zui's gaze, Ye Qiao smiled indifferently, and lightly said to Chen Zui, "I'm sorry, he should have told you about our past, right?"

He crossed his hands together, and then let go gently, looking extremely relaxed.

"I suppose you don't mind?"

He looked like a caring gentleman, and he was so elegant that there was nothing wrong with him.

Chen Zui didn't speak, but calmly took out the notebook from his bag and put it on the table.

Ye Qiao's pupils shrank immediately after seeing it, and the way he looked at Chen Zui was a little far-fetched, but he quickly concealed it.

"He even gave you this?" Ye Qiao's voice became a little hoarse, and after he finished speaking, he reached out to take it.

Chen Zui put his hand on the notebook, preventing him from reaching out to take it: "Li Zewen wants to ask you a word."

"Have you ever loved him?"

After he finished speaking, Ye Qiao's fingers trembled slightly, and a look of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"Love?"

He laughed at himself, "Do you think two big men together count as love?"

Ye Qiao's tone was tinged with madness: "Men still want to get married and have children, and it's even more important to be a celebrity. Every move is monitored so that they can't make a wrong move."

"You gave up on him because you were afraid of being found out?" Chen Zui frowned and looked closely at the person in front of him.

Ye Qiao quickly raised her head to meet his eyes: "Give up? What does it mean to give up? He disappeared for a year without any news, and found a man as soon as he appeared."

"Who is giving up?"

After he yelled this one after another, when he calmed down, he probably realized his gaffe, and a little embarrassment flashed across his face.

This feeling is even stronger when facing Chen Zui on the opposite side.

Ye Qiao suddenly didn't want to continue, the feeling made him feel that he had nowhere to rest, and the chair pushed away hastily made a harsh sound on the floor.

"Feel sorry--"

"It seems that our conversation can't continue," Ye Qiao smiled forcedly, turned around and was about to leave.

"You still care about him—"

Chen Zui, who was sitting on the chair, also stood up suddenly: "But you got engaged behind his back, and you refused to admit that you abandoned him, but the fact is that you still let him go to a remote mountain alone."

His words successfully made Ye Qiao dare not take a step forward, so he could only sit down again.

"Yes--"

"I have a fiancée, the family is married, and my parents think she is suitable." Ye Qiao's eyes were in a daze for a while, and then he lowered his head.

"But then I found out, I love him."

Chen Zui's eyes were complicated, and he quietly looked at the person in front of him who had begun to lose his dignity.

"I've missed him since the first day he left, but I can't find him."

"I also... dare not look for it."

"Until I heard about him today, I was so excited that I thought he was back. He came here early and brought his favorite blue rose."

"I didn't expect that he wouldn't even want to see me."

Ye Qiao lowered her head and let go of all her defenses.

Chen Zui's fingers holding the notebook gradually began to turn white.

In Li Zewen's notebook, he wrote something about the two of them being together, the sweetness and happiness of being together, but more of it was fear, fear of losing the person in front of him.

Afterwards, as if to prove his fear, Ye Qiao got engaged, and he went to the mountains to teach with nothing.

"sorry--"

Chen Zui's sudden words made Ye Qiao raise his head.

"I'm not Li Zewen's boyfriend."

Ye Qiao's eyes started to light up: "Did he ask you to come here? Is he there?"

Chen Zui hurriedly avoided those eyes, and pushed the notebook in front of Ye Qiao: "This is his thing,"

"Three days ago, * City had a magnitude 3.8 earthquake, and Li Zewen was in one of the Hope Primary Schools."

Chen Zui's voice was hoarse: "He was pressed down by stone slabs in order to save two children,"

"The student was rescued, but he... didn't survive."

Chen Zui stood up, wearing a black suit, he looked more solemn and serious: "I brought him back, everything was cremated."

"Leave only this card and this notebook."

"Mr. Ye Qiao, my condolences—"

The person in front of him left just like when he came, but Ye Qiao didn't have the courage to reach out and grab him. What did he mean?

He can understand those words separately, but what does it mean when they are put together?

He... dead, dead?

Ye Qiao laughed, and with a smile, two lines of tears flowed down her face.

"Neuropathy--"

He yelled at Chen Zui's back without any grace: "Nonsense crazy."

He didn't want to believe it, but tears fell down uncontrollably. He could only shake his head and say, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it—"

***

Chen Zui ran out of the restaurant as if fleeing.

He buried his head in the steering wheel and exhaled hard.The suit jacket on his body had been taken off a long time ago, and it was being randomly placed on the seat beside him.

Ye Qiao's painful face, and the wailing that curled up on the ground afterward made him gasp for breath.

After a long time, Chen Zui turned on the phone.

With trembling fingers, he unplugged the familiar number.

As soon as the connection was displayed on the other side, Chen Zui hurriedly said: "I miss you."

"..."

The person on the opposite side didn't make a sound at all, Chen Zui suddenly became a little nervous, followed by impatience.

"Shen Shi'an, I miss you." He said another hastily into the phone.

The person opposite seemed to be talking to someone else, and it took a long time before Shen Shi'an's voice came.

He smiled gently against the phone, and said, "Chen Zui, I'm recording a show."