The marketing account says you like me

Dong Xiaowei's parents are also actors in the theater. When they went on a tour in other places, they met an accident and disappeared. When they were five or six years old, they were brought back by my father to grab rice with me. He looks just like his mother, with slender phoenix eyes, double eyelids, and slanted eyes. Slanted upwards, he smiled energetically, chasing the little girl from city to city all day long, he was tanned, and he didn't practice hard and study hard, but he had a sweet mouth and smiled, and there was no one in the courtyard who didn't like him.

His parents are tall and well-built, he has no obesity genes, he has been eating Hesse since he was a child, and has never been fat. We both grew up outside the play, and we also play brothers' buddies, the young master's book boy, and occasionally pretend to be a maid .Because I am white and he is black, I always wear a fake bun to play the young lady, and he wears riding boots to play the little general. I am very depressed and often fight with him.

Eight years ago, I was 14 and he was 15.

Most of the courtyard was empty, and the villains had all left. The actors recruited were not good enough and the price was high. My father lost his hair in a hurry. The man was almost eaten to death, and he stayed in the hospital for more than half a month. The drug hormone made the dark skinned monkey never return, and he became the fat man who now has two beards and is a professional traitor.

My father felt that he owed him since he was a child, and he would not get angry with him no matter what, that time he was almost sent back to the hospital.

Speaking of his parents who suffer from his body, hair and skin, Dong Xiaowei made himself into such a ghost, which insulted his mother's reputation.

In his mother's photo gallery, there are classic beauties who look forward to their charms, and the amorous feelings are hidden in the brows and eye ends. Dong Xiaowei inherited this treasure and did not cherish it, turning it into a bastard mung bean eye.

My father told him not to go on stage until he returned to his previous state. If he hadn't left like that, he might have been able to spur Dong Xiaowei through that period of time, so he wouldn't be what he is now.

If I had been smarter and stronger back then, and had found some other way out, I wouldn't be what I am now.

Dong Xiaowei didn't say it clearly, but we knew each other well that I owed him.

It's my duty to make him, the old theater folks who didn't leave eight years ago, a good life.

Whether it's moving bricks or selling yourself, this is the kindness I should repay.

"Let me think about it, let's all calm down and think about it." I said dejectedly, and left the suffocating remote bathroom.

I was in a trance in the afternoon. Before filming, I was frequently distracted when I was playing with Zhou Qiusun, and I couldn't get into the state.

This time he was lying in bed recuperating from his injuries. I came to visit him, and on the one hand, I also inquired about what he and the warlord had talked about and obtained information.I took the script and looked at what I marked next to it: feelings to avoid, responsibilities, and I just felt that I was a coward.

Zhou Qiuxun saw that I was absent-minded, and reprimanded me: "Is it because you are drifting away or I, Zhou Qiuxun, can't hold a knife? The acting is like a piece of wood, and the fruit basket is more emotional than your acting."

I'm sorry."

"What's the use of saying I'm sorry? Hurry up and get into the mood! In the future, you won't play with your mobile phone during working hours. You don't have any psychological quality at all."

The make-up artist was still touching up Zhou Qiuying's makeup to make his lips paler, and he was dimming the lights around him, and pretending not to hear the trial site.

Half an hour ago you gave me a thumbs up on Weibo.

I took a deep breath, shielded my distracting thoughts, and looked solemn.

Before Ji Jiangrong came, he was told by his companions to ask about Du Chang's next move. Now, although it was in the name of visiting, he was actually on the opposite side with his brother, and he was taking advantage of his brother's trust in him.

mean.

People who take advantage of others, no matter how upright their purpose is, no matter how many earth-shattering reasons they have, are despicable.

From this moment on, Ji Jiangrong will start to loathe himself, and the unknown guilt will be like maggots, and he will no longer be able to straighten his back in front of his brother.

Like I've loathed myself for so many years.

……

Zhou Qiuxun's outline was resolute, and his sick appearance did not weaken his sharpness, but the reddish eye circles after enduring the pain deepened his sharpness.

I hunched over and peeled fruit for him listlessly.

"It doesn't look like it, sit up straight."

I subconsciously straightened my back, and said bitterly, "Brother, you are injured, and you still want to take care of me." He fed a piece of peeled fruit into his mouth, which was very handy.

"You look so useless, I see that I have to control you until I die."

He didn't really want to eat, but he didn't refuse the pulp that was fed to his mouth. The wound still seemed to hurt. He tried not to show any fragility, but chewed very slowly.

I think he eats slowly, he takes one bite, I take two.

"Brother, let me ask you something." After eating half of the fruit, I hesitated, "What did Duchang want to talk to you about?"

He gave me a deep look, as if he could see through my despicable thoughts.

"Adults, children don't care."

"You always prevaricate me like this, I've grown up." I fawned over a large piece of fruit pulp to him, "Does our family have to 'pay taxes' to the presidential palace, brother, do you also Want to buy an officer?"

"What are you asking about these?"

"Just...just ask..."

"Battle commander or division commander, let's see how long my injury will heal."

I jumped up angrily: "You!"

The door of the ward rang, and Chen Zhenzhen walked in, "My father asked me to come and see his life-saving benefactor, alas, this is your brother, he doesn't look much like you, hello, I'm Dujuan."

She extended her hand in a friendly way, smiling like a victor who swaggered.She is already a fiancée, so she maintains the tone of a sister-in-law like a mother.

I hated her as the warlord's daughter, and hated her intimacy with her brother, so I snorted coldly, slammed the door and left.

"in argument?"

Zhou Qiuxun said very gently: "I'm sorry, I spoiled you, I have an arrogant temper."

Chen Zhenzhen sat beside him, "It doesn't matter, she is so handsome, if she is born in my family, she will be pampered lawlessly." She stretched out her hand to peel a piece of fruit for Zhou Qiuzhen, and saw a half-eaten pear in the fruit plate.

"Oh, can we not quarrel? Share pears with my brother, it's a bad omen." She changed an apple, "Eat the apple, you'll be safe."

The camera turns to Zhou Qiuxuan looking at the close-up of the half pear, his brows and eyes trembling slightly, showing some regret unconsciously, a soft and timid human emotion protruding from the indifferent and selfish shell, which makes people hold their breath unconsciously.

He's such a luminous actor who knows how to pull off his charisma in front of the camera, and it's safe to say his fans will be screaming like crazy after seeing this scene.

I seem to understand why Dong Xiaowei liked Zhou Qiu Falcon in that gloomy youth.

There are too many ordinary people in this world, and there are more people who are unwilling to be ordinary.

But no skilled person would wish to be mediocre for a lifetime. At that time, Dong Xiaowei must especially hope that he would take his own gambling money and go all-in on his desire and ambition like Zhou Qiuying.

Thinking of this, I feel like I've been punched in the chest.

He wants to get the glamorous lifestyle behind this circle, and he hasn't stopped until now.

And desire itself is not shameful, but it teaches people to make choices and pay the price.

#二毛: I'm going to get involved in the entertainment industry seriously. (in a way not to be inserted in the ass)#