Year of the year

When An Shuhao left, Han Ze deliberately avoided his sight.Ouyang Chen sat without moving, but his eyes were blank, as if his face was empty.

Farewell to each other tacitly, farewell can also be written as a non-painful, calm performance, and then experience the real pain alone.

Han Ze felt that Ouyang Chen was very similar to a person from a few years ago.

"The egg hurts." Jiangsu Yao hated that iron could not be made into steel.

"Someday your asshole won't hurt, that's what makes it hurt." Wang Xiucai ate melon seeds expressionlessly.

"Jinshi, don't get entangled. In TVB TV dramas, the main character has never been let go on a plane. Damn, is there enough toilet paper in our dormitory?" Jiangsu Yao threw Zhang Jinshi with melon seeds.

"It's enough to cry until tomorrow."

TV has never been as ruthless as reality. The editor deconstructs human nature with kindness, but in reality, harm can always be done easily.

Just like when Han Ze left T city quietly that day, even if the plane failed to take off due to a sudden blizzard, it didn't mean that he would appear in front of Jin Feng and bring the story to a successful curtain call.

Even if Han Ze followed Jin Feng step by step and walked back to school from the airport in a blizzard, even if Jin Feng's back made him cry like crazy, even if Shi Hanwen rushed to hug the frozen Jin Feng and wept in front of the school gate, he still didn't Appeared in front of Jin Feng.

The separation and reunion of personnel and affairs have been reversed several times, and suddenly looking back, it seems like a lifetime.

When I met Jin Feng again, it was on a long street where the autumn cold stopped.On the wooden bench, Han Ze gnawed bread silently, his thin and thin back humped humbly, and there was no trace of life in his eyes.

Distressed?Jin Feng tightened his cold long eyebrows.

"Jin Feng." He called him calmly.

It's always been like this, he made his heart ache, and he didn't know it until he realized it.

"I can't leave T city now."

Jin Feng was completely delighted by this sentence, what was he rejoicing about?Is there him in the city where he stays?When did I become so sad.

"What's the reason for not being able to?"

Han Ze seemed to have been whipped, his eyes suddenly filled with fear.With evasive eyes, he didn't have the courage to look at Jin Feng: "No."

For so many years, he didn't even change his expression when he lied.Jin Feng recalled the memories of the fleeting years in a trance, those Han Ze's voice and appearance...how could he miss the person in front of him so close that he went crazy.

"If you want to stay, just be my assistant."

Jin Feng felt that the person who said this must be crazy.

This year's autumn is here, without any warning, the leaves have fallen all over the street sparsely, adding sorrow and hatred seems to be what should be done in autumn. The poet's poetry has always been inseparable from the tragic autumn plot.

Han Ze really became Jin Feng's assistant.

What followed was Han Ze, a little-known little assistant who suddenly became the subject of heated discussions within SM.

"It's flat at best, what are you talking about that Han Zetu?"

"As far as your question is concerned, it's obvious that you have announced to the world that you have a low IQ. You have to ask, what is Jin Feng planning to poach An Shuhao's assistant?"

"Brother, you still have insight. Seeing that you are confident, do you know the reason?"

"If you want to know, just listen."

"okay."

"Actually, the reason is very simple. It is... that... Jin Feng is free."

"wipe!"

When Han Ze met An Shuhao again, it was on the set of the MV.

"Do you know Xiao Ze?" An Shuhao's meaningful eyes seemed to be able to see through people.

Han Ze froze for a moment, frowned and did not answer.

An Shuhao smiled lightly, raised his head, and stared at Jin Feng who was hanging on the wire in the distance: "When I was a trainee, Jin Feng and I lived in the same dormitory. He was the youngest, but he was the most calm. There are many smart people, but those who know how to measure are rare animals, he is such a sensible person, but he is too cruel to himself."

An Shuhao's voice is as gentle as hypnosis, a few words pull his mind far away, as if he is telling a long past: "He strained his thigh muscle during dance practice, and it relapsed during the concert. There were a lot of things like this in closed games, and then he finally broke down. One night, he had a high fever, [-] degrees, and he was almost confused. He kept muttering in his mouth. It's Xiao Ze."

Han Ze's hand suddenly trembled, something cold hit the back of his hand, and his heart throbbed in pain. How could he be so stupid to hurt the person who wanted to protect with his life.

"An Shuhao, you fucking don't understand art, so stop putting on a show in front of the director. You don't know that our great director can't stand being fancied. You tell him shit can be eaten, and he dares to eat it without hesitation."

This voice...Jiangsu Yao.

Han Ze felt dazed and dazed in front of his eyes, a little excited, and sensational beyond words.

How many years have you not seen them?When I left school X, I cut off everyone's contact.It seems that the subconscious wants to completely erase the past.

Now... gathering again... It seems that I really appreciate the bewilderment and vicissitudes of life after the phrase "a few years of personnel renovation".

"Old Jiang."

Han Ze's voice was not loud but very clear. Master Jiangsu Yaoxing's questioning lines stopped abruptly. He turned around slowly and finally opened his eyes wide in disbelief. He was so surprised that his voice was a little out of tune.

"Han Ze, where have you been all these years?"

Han Ze didn't speak but just smirked, time seemed to stand still for a moment, the past was like a flame encased in a glazed lamp, pulling those feelings and shadows, and then warming the rest of his life.

In those years, when things with Jin Feng were revealed, who reacted the most during the three trials?

"Did you two tell Han Wen about this? Why...you can't do it, you can't let others get in first. You should interrogate first." Zhang Jinshi couldn't wait to rush out.

As soon as Jiangsu Yao and Wang Xiucai made eye contact, they pressed Zhang Jinshi on the bed.

"Jinshi, brothers are like siblings, women are like clothes, get rid of Brother Han first, don't make trouble." Wang Xiucai simply sat down on Zhang Jinshi's back.

"I have to go. Really, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Don't make my son motherless."

Jiangsu Yao picked up a book and threw it in Zhang Jinshi's direction.

"Jin Feng, Han Ze's brain is missing a string, so why are you messing around with him?"

"Jiangsu Yao, who are you talking about? I am as wise as a fool."

Jiangsu Yao's brows were furrowed together: "Shut up. What are you talking about now? Is it a question of IQ? You don't even know what to talk about, Jin Feng, it's just you Dare to ask for it."

"Go ahead, so that you don't feel uncomfortable when you see him hurting others."

When Han Ze suddenly couldn't remember saying this, what was Jin Feng's expression?Is it a smile, gentleness, helplessness, or something, but I will probably never see it again from now on.

Jiangsu Yao worked as a screenwriter after graduation and is affiliated with SM Entertainment.Recently, it took more than half a year to write a historical drama with painstaking efforts. An Shuhao was the leading actor. On the day he got the script, An Shuhao asked Jiangsu Yao in a puzzled way while drinking coffee: "Why do the lines here feel unremarkable?" What people said?"

Jiangsu Yao, who has always been self-sufficient, is the most jealous of others' criticism of his writing: "It's what the director meant. He said that the lines have to be tailored for you."

"I think you need to re-measure."

Jiangsu Yao sullenly said, "Changing the script, right? Just for your insights just now, if there is a line in the revised line that sounds like a human being, it can't be called tailor-made for you."

Later, because of the script, the two of them fought with the director every day.In fact, Ouyang Chen contributed a lot to the reason why the two were incompatible.

why?

Because Ouyang Chen was Jiangsu Yao's beloved apprentice, and An Shuhao almost ruined his apprentice.Thinking of that day, Ouyang closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed with an empty bottle of sleeping pills beside his pillow...

"Cut, this is the end of today's shooting, thank you for your hard work." The MV shooting is over.

"Lao Jiang, contact me again." Han Ze hurriedly ran towards Jin Feng while making a phone call gesture.Jiangsu Yao looked at a pair of old friends from a distance, and for a moment, he misunderstood the backwardness of time.It is rare that a married couple is made naturally, so after a catastrophe, we must also be interested in provoking love.

At the end of the day's itinerary, Jin Feng stood in front of the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows in the apartment. His face was already tired, and his tall body was lonely and deserted by the dark night. He stared at the night scene with a flat emotion.

"Nothing else, I'll go back first." Han Ze forced a smile, eagerly expecting a positive answer from the other party, which was too obvious in his eyes.

Jin Feng sneered, and ridicule secretly flashed in his eyes: "The legs are on your body, you want to leave, when will I keep it?"

Hearing what he meant, Han Ze felt a thorn in his heart, blood spilled out of the wound, drop by drop, and there was a clear pain.

"Why don't you go? You want to be retained, and then you are making a decisive decision. You just want me to feel ashamed in front of you again and again." Jin Feng clenched his palms excitedly, and a flash of light flashed in his tired eyes. Cold hatred.

"Jin Feng, I..."

"It's so interesting to play with me? You just enjoy it so much?" Jin Feng almost yelled out the last sentence.Why can't I control my emotions, just because of the other party's emotion of wanting to escape, I feel restless and lose my mind and become a lunatic, this kind of fuss is simply pathological.

Han Ze opened his eyes wide in fear, and stood shivering in the middle of the room.

"Get out, get out of my sight." Jin Feng returned to his usual coldness, although his tone was still fierce.

Han Ze couldn't help shaking his shoulders, his pale face was a little moved, but in the end he left without saying anything.

In the empty apartment, there was a sudden eerie silence.

"What are you expecting?" Jin Feng took a few steps back in a daze, leaning against the wall numbly.There are so many things, it seems so far and so shallow in a daze.

When An Shuhao walked to the door of Jin Feng's house with shochu and fried chicken, he happened to meet Han Ze, who had lost his seven souls. Not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Han Ze, Jin Feng..."

"inside."

Han Ze opened the door of the apartment understandingly. He lowered his head, probably hiding his red eyes from crying.

"Thank you."

"I'll go first." Han Ze bowed politely and bid farewell.

Watching Han Ze's back gradually drifting away, An Shuhao raised an eyebrow in a rather troubled way: "I'll go too, Jin Feng's resentment is on me, even if I sacrifice him generously, he won't be happy."

The moment the door was about to be locked, there was a faint sound of glass being shattered in the apartment. An Shuhao's eyebrows tightened. ...

A large mirror in the bathroom was already full of cracks, and there was an obvious pool of blood near the center. The man who caused the crime stood in front of the mirror in a daze. The dark red blood snaked from the back of the palm of his right hand across his fingertips, and finally fell on the clean and pure white mirror. ground.

An Shuhao breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the sky and rolled his eyes, and then gloated and asked, "Does your hand hurt? Your brother and I bought soju, and I just use it to disinfect you."

"You might as well buy me a bottle of □□□." Jin Feng replied coldly.

An Shuhao shook his head disapprovingly: "That won't work, you see through life and death, I still miss the world of mortals, there's no reason to give you a back."

"Are you poor or not... hiss..." Jin Feng frowned.

An Shuhao was overjoyed: "Although what you just said is still very magnetic, I can hear the vibrato."

"Give me the wine you bought."

"what?"

"disinfect."

"Your family is so poor that you don't even have disinfectant ready?"

"Ah."

An Shuhao sent a sympathetic look: "Assistant Han really doesn't understand his own charm, he dangles in front of you and causes your injury, basically achieves twice the result with half the effort."

Jin Feng immediately turned cold: "I don't want to mention him."

"Let's go, brother will drive you to the hospital."

Jin Feng is ill, and the news is like a contagious virus, quickly spreading inside SM company.Album shooting, commercials, variety shows and other work were all stopped, and the most angry one was undoubtedly Jin Feng's manager.

It was thanks to An Shuhao that Han Ze learned the news.

"In the past, I was too blind to see Mount Tai. From now on, allow me to respectfully call you brother?"

An Shuhao's yin and yang aura, no matter how dull Han Ze's nerves are, he can still hear the faint condemnation overflowing in the overtones.

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask brother, how can Jin Feng be tossed to death without any effort."

Han Ze couldn't help shaking his body, his heart was throbbing with pain, and every time he took a breath, there would be a sharp pain there.

"What's up with him?"

The corner of An Shuhao's mouth curled up into a sneering arc: "Are you mourning the death of a rabbit? To be honest, Jin Feng is obsessed with you, and I still don't agree with it today."

"I'll go find him at his house."

"No need." An Shuhao didn't want to embarrass Han Ze, but Han Ze's indifference made him worthless for Jin Feng: "After you left yesterday, he smashed the mirror in the bathroom and used his right hand. The doctor said his hand It is not abolished, it is purely the beauty of God's immorality."

"He..." Han Ze choked up and tried his best to restrain the warm liquid from flowing out of his eyes: "He...is he okay?"

"Jin Feng is such a proud person. From the moment you appeared, he was half dead and only half his life was left. If this is good, then he is very good now."

Han Ze finally buried his head very low, and then said nothing.

"My words are serious. Others have no right to comment on your affairs. Maybe you should go and see him, so that his life may be longer."

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