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August 2002, 4, Paris, France.

"What have you been doing?"

In the spacious and beautiful living room of the apartment, Jacques Destin sat on the sofa with a cold voice.At the entrance, Zhao Wenyan took off his shoes and said calmly, "Book a ticket."

"Where to go?"

"Beijing."

After a moment of silence, Jacques d'Estaing suddenly laughed, gritted his teeth and said, "I remember that there is no film festival in Beijing recently."

"I'm not going to the film festival." Zhao Wenyan looked at him, "I'm going back to China. Thank you for taking care of me these few years."

His eyes are sharp, and his determination has already been made, which cannot be changed.Jacques looked at him, the smile fading away.

He knew that he was no longer the young man he saw in Berlin five years ago. Time had soaked in a gentle appearance in his eyes, sharpening his sharpness into calmness and innocence. unreachable past.He's used to him being around him and thinks that they'll be like this forever, that someday they'll break away from friends and be as close as lovers the entertainment press says they are.

He firmly believes that is their future, but now he tells him that he wants to go back to China.

"Why?" He questioned, "Now is the best opportunity. Those productions won't wait for you when you go back. If you want to cooperate with the Big Six, it may be more than ten years or even never!"

"I don't care." Zhao Wenyan shook his head.

Jacques laughed angrily: "What you care about most is fame and status! You came to France for these!"

"No." Zhao Wenyan said, "I came to France because I had nowhere to go at that time."

Jacques was taken aback.

"I was planning to completely reject you, but one day Shen Qiao suddenly proposed to break up with me. I was so hopeless that I drank and planned to commit suicide. After waking up, I called you." Zhao Wenyan spoke calmly, as if saying that he had nothing to do with him. "Maybe I wanted to escape everything about him, or maybe I hated him, so I tried my best to prove myself. But now I suddenly feel that it doesn't make any sense. Even if I stand on the Oscar podium, he will won't see."

Jacques' face was ashen, and he almost squeezed out the words: "Actor, how can a movie be important?"

"He is more important than anything else." Zhao Wenyan said, "I thought I saw him in Cannes last year. You told me that there were no Asians there, but if I was so excited that he didn't show up there, he What am I supposed to do when I'm standing in front of me?"

I can hide from time, but I can't stop falling in love.

He used to think that all he wanted was fame and status, those things he once dreamed of, and he could even sacrifice his love for it, but he was too wrong.

He couldn't live without Shen Qiao, he couldn't live without him.

He finally understood what he really wanted, not to be sought after by the crowd, not to be famous in film and television, or even to fulfill his dream in place of Shen Qiao------

His life long cherished wish was to watch Shen Qiao go where he wanted to go with his own eyes.Dreaming is something that can never be done by others.

"Jacques, I tried to love you. But I don't think I can love anyone like him again." He looked at the man in front of him and sighed slightly. He knew his feelings for him, and he had always tacitly accepted it, but He can't give him what he wants.

It was he who was sorry for him.

Jacques suddenly grabbed his collar and pressed him on the sofa, unbuttoned him helplessly, and kissed his cold cheek frantically.After a short moment of astonishment and subconscious resistance, he did nothing.

He is cold and even selfish, but he will never hurt people who treat him well---after this time, he will never owe anything.

However, Jacques did not move further.He stood up and looked down at Zhao Wenyan who was completely unresisting on the sofa, waiting for him to make a deviant move.Unprecedented grievances engulfed him. He looked at Zhao Wenyan and asked, "Zhao, what do you think of me?"

For you, these four years are just a deal that must be settled?

He'd always known he was a philanderer, and he'd seen through it all, treating him with the same respect as a rare work of art, and taking him for granted that he was different.

Only after he experienced his indifference, did he understand how sad it was.

On the sofa, Zhao Wenyan got up slowly and walked back to his room.When they passed each other, their eyes lost their usual gentle appearance. They were far from being lovable, but they were so real that there was no trace of falsehood: "I remember you being kind to me."

I can't pay it back, so I remember it all.I know that if I leave, I will owe you my whole life, but I still have to leave.

His room was not far from the living room, and he soon disappeared.Jacques looked at him, slowly fell to his knees on the carpet, and cried like a child who lost his beloved toy.

He knew that he would never get what he wanted.

April 2002, 4, Hong Kong, Ming Wah Hall.

"You really don't drink?"

Shen Qi held the wine glass and waved it in front of Shen Qiao.They had known each other for almost a year, and Shen Qiao had already solemnly declared that he would never drink a drop of alcohol, but Shen Qi had been persevering in wanting him to join the army of drunkards, and he had been in trouble ever since.Shen Qiao glanced at him, then casually handed Shen Qi a cigarette: "You really don't smoke?"

Shen Qi put it down angrily.As soon as Shen Qiao saw the cigarette, she couldn't help it, so she lit it by herself.

Shen Qi said that he would never associate with second-hand smoke, so he left him to find a celebrity to strike up a conversation with.

They had been sitting by the window, in a particularly secluded corner.Borrowing the bitter, pungent and intoxicating smell of tobacco, Shen Qiao relaxed and remembered what happened yesterday.

Nie Liang invited him to a banquet, and he brought Huo Lin there. The adults talked and the children naturally played together.In the end, I don't know what Nie Yunzhao said, but Huo Lin smashed the book on his head so hard that he broke his forehead.

Nie Liang took his son aside to ask the reason, and when he came back, his face was ashen, saying that this kid should be beaten, and told him not to blame Huo Lin.He asked Nie Liang what Nie Yunzhao said, but Nie Liang hesitated to speak, and finally said what Xiaolin wanted to say, let him tell you.

Huo Lin didn't cry when he came back, but when he saw the photo of his parents when he came home, he suddenly cried out of breath.He said, uncle, why don't we go back to Beijing, he doesn't want to be separated from his parents, and he doesn't want to be told by other children that he has no parents.

What can he say?He tried his best to give Huo Lin the best, but he would never be able to return Huo Lin's parents to him.He patted Huo Lin on the shoulder and said that he would take him back to Beijing, but he didn't dare to tell him that when he returned to Beijing, his childhood home, his parents would not come back either.

He always thought he was doing the best he could, only now he realized that what he did was not enough.He can't make up for many things, such as Huo Lin's forever missing family, or the heights his sister once reached.He relied on Nie Liang, and he would probably stay on this isolated island for the rest of his life, unable to return to Beijing, let alone revenge on Hobbs.

Everything he can't do.

Shen Qi reckoned that Shen Qiao should have finished smoking a cigarette before sitting down beside him to enjoy the relatively fresh environment.Before chatting for a few words, I suddenly received a call, and the caller answered immediately: "Li Rong?"

"It's me." Li Rong's voice also contained lightness, "Are you free tonight?"

"Where to go?"

"Kary. I'll send you the room number later."

"I'll be there at nine."

After saying a few more ambiguous words, Shen Qi hung up the phone. Although he was still silent, the joy in the corners of his eyes and brows could not be concealed.Shen Qiao looked at him with supercilious eyes, full of contempt: "Have you been flipped by the emperor again?"

Shen Qi snorted coldly, and his temperament of forgetting friends when he saw sex was perfectly presented again: "When you met your lover privately, you didn't think about whether you made an appointment with me."

"I'm different from you." Strictly speaking, sleeping with Nie Liang is still his responsibility. "A former date//cannon can make you happy like this, do you have any ambition?"

"All right, all right, you have the most ambition without your ex." Shen Qi rolled his eyes, "I'm leaving, you can also wait for luck tonight."

Don't wave your sleeves, don't take away the clouds.

Shen Qiao snorted softly, got up and wanted to exercise her slightly sore muscles and bones.After walking a few steps, he was suddenly stopped by a person. He was a little surprised: "Mr. Qian?"

Mr. Qian, whose name is Qian Youxuan, is the second-generation head of Qian's Film Industry, which is well-known in Hong Kong. His youngest son, Qian Jiahui, is a famous director with international reputation. He is highly respected in the film industry: "I was looking for Mr. Shen , It took me a long time to find it."

"What's the matter?" Shen Qiao asked.

"Jiahui invited a distinguished guest, so we are still old friends with Mr. Shen." Qian Youxuan pulled Shen Qiao to the middle of the hall, "Don't ask who it is, you will know it when you see it."

An ominous premonition flashed in Shen Qiao's mind, but Qian Youxuan was considered his elder, so there was no reason to refuse such kindness, so he followed him.

"Dad." The first thing that came into view was Director Qian's face. His features were very delicate, but his demeanor was a bit sinister. Shen Qiao had an old grudge with him, so he couldn't speak politely, "What's the matter with Mr. Qian? "

Qian Jiahui ignored his cold attitude, hinted that his father could be successful after completing the task, then raised his eyebrows and looked at Shen Qiao: "Someone wants to see you, so I'll send a message. Remember, this time you owe me money." favor."

A voice behind him chuckled and said, "Understood."

Shen Qiao froze in place.He stared blankly at the person sitting on the sofa in front of him as Qian Jiahui got up.The handsome eyebrows and eyes are so familiar, but the gentle and calm eyes are so strange.

Before he knew it, Zhao Wenyan had already stepped forward, staring at him with burning eyes.After a long time, he moved his voice, and spoke solemnly as if completing some kind of ceremony:

"Shen Qiao, I finally saw you."