You who walk against the light

But after thinking about it, walking at a fork in the road, everyone's choice is different, so there is no comparison.

At ten past eight, Xiao Zheng's car was already waiting downstairs.

Seeing Zhong Kaifan wearing a dark gray coat and walking towards him, Xiao Zheng came out of the cab and opened the door, "Kaifan."

Zhong Kaifan nodded slightly.The winter in Beijing is extremely cold, the wind blows on the face like a knife, and the dry cold wind is like salt grains, spraying directly on the wound, making it difficult to breathe.

As soon as he got back in the car, a warm breath rushed towards his face, Zhong Kaifan felt very comfortable, and the drowsiness that had just been blown away seemed to come back again.

Seeing him dozing off in the back seat, Xiao Zheng thought for a while before saying, "Kaifan, just to be on the safe side—"

Zhong Kaifan suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had a bad premonition, "What's wrong."

Xiao Zhengqian smiled kindly, "Of course I'm just a proposal, if you don't agree, you can directly refuse."

Zhong Kaifan was silent, waiting for his next words.

"I contacted Ms. Meng in the morning, and she is willing to attend."

When Zhong Kaifan heard this, something was wrong, "You have already contacted her, what else can I say?"

Meng Xiaoran was Zhong Kaifan's childhood friend, most of the children from similar backgrounds studied in the same school.Before graduating from high school, Meng Xiaoran was considered a man of the hour. Not to mention a wealthy background, he was also rare and gentle and friendly. He was very popular with his classmates, but he was beautiful, and he was especially good at studying.

If she hadn't gone abroad later, Zhong Dingheng might have tried his best to bring her to be with him.

"How old is she? Doesn't she have a boyfriend? If you follow me to this kind of occasion, the family doesn't care?" Zhong Kaifan asked Xiao Zheng a series of questions with an ugly expression on his face.

Xiao Zheng looked at Zhong Kaifan's expression through the perspective mirror, and couldn't help but smile, "It's just an official event, not a formal occasion where the elders are present."

Zhong Kaifan added: "What's the point of her attending with me? What do others think?"

"Who would think that? It's normal to bring a female companion to attend." Xiao Zheng said calmly.

Zhong Kaifan stopped his voice suddenly, as if there were thousands of words of dissatisfaction in his heart, and he buried all his emotions.

Xiao Zheng could see it, he was afraid that Lin Yuan would think too much, "Ah Yuan, he knows, I got through with him."

Zhong Kaifan said bluntly: "I choose to refuse."

Xiao Zheng's attitude was firm, with the air of an elder: "No."

Zhong Kaifan stared quietly at Xiao Zheng's back, and said patiently, "You contradict your promise."

"Kaifan, everything else is up to you, but when it comes to Lin Yuan, I have to be cautious." Xiao Zheng's smile was restrained, his expression was very calm, he was almost forty, with wrinkles around his eyes, " Last time you went to Nanjing without saying hello, is there such a thing?"

Zhong Kaifan stopped talking.

"He is a public figure, and he has lived for the audience since his debut. Due to the needs of his schedule, he can travel all over the world. But Kaifan, you are different. You have a heavy burden on you, not to mention, the matter between you and him broke out. It won't do him any good." Xiao Zhengyu said earnestly.

Zhong Kaifan said hoarsely: "I happened to go back to Nanjing to visit my grandfather last time."

"Did you stop by to see Lin Yuan, or stop by to visit the old man?" Xiao Zheng asked.

The interior of the carriage returned to calm, only the sound of the air conditioner was heard, and Zhong Kaifan felt a little annoyed.

"I don't interfere with you and A Yuan's affairs. Even if Zhong Dong asks about some things, I will never mention them." Xiao Zheng's tone returned to calm, "But sometimes, you have to cooperate with me."

Zhong Kaifan finally nodded weakly, his eyes fell on the outside of the car window, the dead sycamore trees flashing past made people feel extremely desolate in their hearts.

"If you still want to protect A Yuan, you have to get ready. You have fought against Zhong Ziming, and he is not that easy to deal with. It is indeed gratifying to win the bid last time, but it is not enough. Three feet of ice is not a Rizhihan, Kaifan, you must go all out."

"I see." Zhong Kaifan compromised.

The car quickly drove to the downstairs of the company, Zhong Kaifan entered the building, and his back disappeared into the hall.

Lin Yuan began to put on makeup at 06:30 in the morning, and Li Meng brought the suit he had prepared before. After he put it on, Li Meng unconsciously sighed in his heart: Lin Yuan really has clear features.

The venue of the event is set to be at the Beijing International Hotel. The film selected for the Beijing International Film Festival this time is the film "Assassin" shot by Lin Yuan in his early days.A group of big names are charging forward, and as the only young supporting actor, he is a bright spot in the film.

The momentary emotional outburst and capture in the film has an element of luck.

If an actor is effectively guided when filming, the things he shoots can easily surprise people.

This is the case with Lin Yuan.

At the beginning, An Ran hoped that this drama would make Lin Yuan popular. After all, no actor of his age could have such acting spirituality.It is a pity that this film was suppressed for a long time, and it was released after a few years, and the effect was not as good as expected.

After getting out of the nanny car, An Ran followed Lin Yuan to the lobby of the hotel, "A Yuan, if you can be nominated this time, it will be the best result."

Lin Yuan turned his face to the side and saw that An Ran was only wearing a camel-colored overcoat, with his neck bare, and was walking beside him with his head held high. He couldn't help worrying: "Aren't you cold?"

An Ran glanced at him, and raised her chin slightly: "Look ahead."

Female artists came to the scene one after another, wearing thin dresses like cicada's wings. How can they bear such a cold winter in Beijing?

"You can be content." An Ran smiled.

Male artists are a little better in this respect. No matter how cold the weather is, they don't have to compete for beauty like female artists, but they can dress warmer anyway.

"Did you hear what I just said to you? Have confidence in your own work." An Ran said again.