Zhang Dengjie Cai

Zhang Anran was almost laughed out of anger, he pulled Qiping's collar and forced the other party to look at him, the words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Qiping, look at me."

Qi Ping's eyes reflected Zhang Anran's reflection, as if they were all of him, but Zhang Anran knew clearly that at least at this moment, he was in his eyes but not in his heart.

Qi Ping looked at Zhang Anran blankly and expressionlessly. After a while, as if he had finally come to his senses, he closed his eyes in embarrassment, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Zhang Anran wanted to fight Qiping very much, but in the end he slowly let go of the hand holding Qiping's collar. He took a step back, sat on the sofa again, pressed his fingers on the painful temple, and asked: "Do you want to fight with Qiping?" what did I say?"

Qi Ping was silent, he seemed to have no strength, and fell on the sofa, panting lightly.

"say--"

"What do you want to hear?" Qi Ping laughed abruptly, with a kind of treacherous tenderness.

Zhang Anran turned his head away, sighed, and said, "Tell me, what happened between you and that wild man, so that you will never forget it and count the days."

Qi Ping pursed his lips. Being in the manager's position all year round made it difficult for him to make other small moves. He seemed to want to refute, but there was no way to refute.

"You did it on purpose," Zhang Anran said with certainty, "You made me see that diary on purpose, and you also mentioned that person repeatedly in front of me on purpose, and you also told me about Zhou Yan on purpose just now. .”

Qi Ping still didn't want to say anything.

"Say it, tell it all, I can't forgive you, I can't tolerate you, but I can't leave you either."

Qi Ping stared at Zhang Anran for a while, and finally he was willing to face his heart and tell the past deeply buried in his heart, and Zhang Anran would be happy with his reaction after hearing it.

In the last life, the 17-year-old Zhang Anran did not meet Qiping, but he also suffered from his aunt's serious illness, and also missed the donation ceremony under the intervention of "friends".

No one knows how the 17-year-old Zhang Anran survived that period of darkness, but the result was that he gave up his studies and went all the way north to become a group performer.

He has a good appearance and a strong sense of drama, so he was soon suppressed. There are only so many opportunities in the entertainment industry. If one person takes the lead, it means that countless people have lost their opportunities.

Zhang Anran was once dragged into an alley, put on a sack and beaten severely. He tried his best to protect his face, not wanting to miss a rare interview opportunity. Unable to get up, he could only lie in the narrow alley, looking at the gloomy sky, he didn't know what would happen to him in the future.

But when he regained some strength, he still dragged his legs and limped out along the alley. It was already dark, and the sudden car headlights shone directly into his eyes, so he raised his hand reflexively to cover his eyes. The light moved to the side of the alley with difficulty, so that the car could go more smoothly.

Instead of moving on, the car stopped, and an assistant got out of the car, who asked him gently if he needed help.

Zhang Anran wanted to refuse, but the words turned into "it's troublesome". He wanted to try to see if he could make it to the interview, so he had to accept others' gifts with the cheek.

Zhang Anran limped into the car, and saw a young man nestled in the spacious and comfortable car seat, typing on the keyboard with his hands.The young man didn't introduce himself, so Zhang Anran didn't say anything. The assistant got on the co-pilot and asked softly, "Where are you going?"

Zhang Anran reported the address of the interview and said "thank you" again. The young man stopped typing on the keyboard after he finished his work. He raised his head, gave him a blank look, and said, "I am Qi Ping."

"Zhang Anran."

Qi Ping didn't speak anymore, just continued to lower his head and busy with his work. The car arrived at the destination smoothly and quickly. Before getting off the car, Qi Ping told his assistant, "Give him my business card."

The assistant handed over Qi Ping's business card, Zhang An didn't understand why, but he reached out to accept it, and heard Qi Ping say: "I'm gay, you look very much like me."

Zhang Anran pinched this postcard, he couldn't do anything to directly fall out with the person who helped him, he just lowered his eyelids and said, "Sorry, I'm not."

Zhang Anran got out of the car, limped forward, Qi Ping turned his head to the side, stared at the other person's back for a long time, then looked away, still looking the same, and said: "Drive, let's go."

When we met again, Zhang Anran was already well-known, and the interview that he finally caught up with that day won him a supporting role, and this supporting role became popular once, and Zhang Anran also had his first batch of fans of his own.

Qi Ping stroked Zhang Anran's coveted face with his hand, and said, "Check him out."

In addition to the news on the surface, Qi Ping also learned that Zhang Anran had a girlfriend named Zhou Yan, whom he met by chance last year when he returned to his hometown to sweep the grave.

But for the young students who are on the rise, breaking out in love is undoubtedly ruining their careers, so Zhang Anran's company has sealed the news tightly, but it can't hide it from Qi Ping's eyeliner.

Qi Ping also thought about blackmailing Zhang Anran with this, but after all, that little liking is still controllable, and he won't ruin a starlet's dream because of it.

Every step Zhang Anran took was very hard. His company signed a ten-year contract with him, and the share ratio was still [-], the company [-], and himself [-]. The penalty for breach of contract was an astronomical figure.

In order to make money, the company helped him arrange a large number of variety shows and frothy dramas, under the name of "maintaining popularity".Zhang Anran's career fans have lost several rounds, even if there are always newcomers to fill in, the entire fan group is very depressed, and finally forced out a bunch of "Buddhist fans", who no longer care about career, just look at their faces.

Zhang Anran can only sleep less than four hours a day, and his girlfriend, who was able to help him cook soup and walk around the park with him at the beginning, soon began to spend his money everywhere. 20 cards.

Qi Ping looked at the records, and he felt that Zhang Anran was really miserable, but he was not the savior, and he had no way to say what the lovers were willing to fight and suffer.