The Last Shot [Entertainment]

six months later.

After entering the midsummer, City B was sweltering and hot. There were not many people on the streets who could withstand the scorching sun, and the shopping malls were overcrowded when the air conditioner was fully turned on. Fan Fan didn’t think much when he went out. , was suddenly overturned by the air-conditioning, and could only sit by the window with arms folded and shiver.

She checked her phone frequently, waiting for someone. About ten minutes later, someone opened the door and came in. Fan Fan looked up and saw the person, his eyes lit up, and he waved quickly.

"I found something that is a little... brighter." The other party handed over the paper bag in his hand, "Try it."

"It's all right." Fan Fan grabbed his coat from the paper bag and quickly put it on, "It's a good thing you haven't gone out yet, or I'll freeze to death. Does the air conditioner need electricity?" Really.

"It's not that you wear too little."

Fan Fan only had time to look at the clothes on his body after putting them on. The other party felt that there was a reason why the clothes couldn't be taken out. The so-called "bright" was just an ordinary white sports jacket, and it even looked a bit like a school uniform. If it wasn't for Fan Fan Both Fan and his childhood sweetheart suspect that the owner of the clothes is a straight man.

"It was okay before, but now you can't wear this kind of clothes anymore, and you pack them up and donate them when you get home, understand?"

The other party said nothing.

"Understand!"

"Oh."

Satisfied, Fan Fan asked the waiter to order. The new summer products seemed to whet the appetite. She ordered several ice products in one go, and then handed the menu to the opposite side. At this time, she caught a glimpse of the waitress standing beside her. He was staring unabashedly at Tian Jing, who was sitting across from her, wearing a T-shirt and pickle-colored crumpled underpants.

Fan Fan silently added in his heart, forget it, those clothes don’t need to be donated anymore, now Tian Jing looks good in anything.

The young man who was struggling to look through the menu had half-length fluffy black hair, which was slightly curly. Many people would look sloppy with this length of hair, but because the young man had fair skin, big eyes, and distinct black and white, his entire facial features were smudged. It's clean, so the look just feels soft.His neck is very slender, and it doesn't look stooped when it is slightly bent. On the contrary, it is easy to notice that his entire shoulder and neck line is very beautiful, and the two light-colored moles on the side of the neck also look sexy against the white skin.His height is also impeccable. Sitting next to a slightly delicate round table, his long legs can't be hidden, curled up a little crampedly, under the rustic shorts are muscular calves, but it can be seen clearly There are traces of sports shaping.

Hands are also beautiful, Fan Fan thought silently, it's amazing, the round hands before are now with distinct joints, not too much veins are raised under the thin skin, most women are controlled by hands, seeing this Fan Fan, who is so handy, has begun to hate his own hair boy for being a crooked boy.

"I ordered."

Fan Fan and the waitress came to their senses together, and looked at each other awkwardly. Fan Fan pretended to look around, and the waitress took away the menu.

But the person who caused this small-scale undercurrent didn't know it, and said regretfully: "I really want to eat shaved ice."

Fan Fan reached out and patted his head: "I'll give you a spoon later."

The other party gave her a "loyalty!" look.

Fan Fan felt a little distressed, and asked with his chin stuck, "Are you going to have to be like this from now on?"

"Yeah." The young man nodded, "Ice, spicy, greasy, especially alcohol, try not to eat anything that irritates the stomach, after all, I only have one-third of my stomach left."

Fan Fan frowned. Compared with a foodie who had to cut down the menu like this, the pain he suffered while losing weight was nothing worth mentioning.

"It's all that bastard's fault."

"It has nothing to do with him," the young man's expression darkened, "I didn't handle it well myself."

Fan Fan pursed his lips: "Xiao Tiantian..."

Tian Jing, who was nicknamed "sexy", made a clumsy handsome gesture to Fan Fan, and comforted him: "It's not all bad, you see, I thought I would never lose weight in my life."

"But the price is too high."

Tian Jing put down his hand and picked the tablecloth.

Yes, the price is too high. At the beginning, he said to that person, I would do anything for you, but in the end...

Having this kind of thought is the most regrettable.

Tian Jing came to City B to participate in a venture capital project for a youth film festival. Fan Fan just quit his job in a state-owned enterprise and decided to come to City B to be an editor of his favorite fashion magazine. Gao Bing, who is constantly evil.

Coupled with Ren Yaoju and Bai Ai who were originally living in City B, Tian Jing felt that everyone he knew gathered here, and with the fact that he studied at the university here, he also felt more or less familiar with this city.

I came out with Fan Fan today because Fan Fan wanted to write a column recommending local shops, so he had to do detailed research and help Tian Jing improve his image.But after walking around the shopping mall with her, Tian Jing, who was carrying big bags and small bags, understood that doing the investigation was actually just a matter of course, and Fan Fan wished he could even take care of his underwear.

"You are a potential stock now, no, you are already a bright blue chip stock, you can no longer wear those dirty clothes, you are still gay."

Tian Jing was so tired that his whole body was turning into a puddle, and he retorted weakly: "I don't necessarily have to be gay."

Fan Fan stared brightly: "What do you mean?"

"Just...literally?" Tian Jing has thought about this question recently. The only person he has ever liked is a man, so it shouldn't be decided that he will only like men in the future, right?

"No, you must be gay."

"what?"

"It's very face-saving to bring out such a beautiful gay honey. Besides, if you don't know gay, Gao Bing won't let me play with you."

"……OK then."

Tian Jing, whose sexual orientation was inexplicably specified, followed Fan Fan back home. Although Gao Bing followed, the relationship between the two is still unclear. Fan Fan is very arrogant, and Gao Bing came to her single apartment. There are not as many times as Tian Jing, of course—Tian Jing rolled up his sleeves—he came here as a free cook for Fan Fan.

Tian Jing was tossing the spoon in the kitchen, and Fan Fan grabbed a bucket of potato chips behind him and ate them. Talk about feelings.

"What's the matter with you and that little fresh meat? I think he's already living in your house."

"He was filming all over the country, and when he returned to City B, no one would take care of him, he would come to me. Not counting me, we are brothers who share weal and woe."

"Tsk tsk, we share weal and woe, Tian Jing, I will get angry if you mention this, you have such a big operation, and you don't tell anyone, are you mean enough?"

"You have such a big mouth. If I tell you, I won't be able to hide it from my parents. They don't support me in this business. If they find out, they will definitely ask me to go back to my hometown to work."

"...Okay." Fan Fan stuffed a large handful of potato chips into her mouth and chewed them as if venting her anger. Seeing that Tian Jing had already cooked the last dish, she felt that it would be too late if she didn't say anything else. She closed her eyes and said loudly. Said, "Sheng Zhaoliang approached me two months ago."

Tian Jing paused for a while, then stabilized, and made a neat gesture: "Why are you looking for me?"

Fan Fan showed a surprised expression instead: "You want to know?"

Tian Jing wiped his hands with a towel, turned around, pointed at the edge of the cabinet and asked, "Then you mentioned this to me, didn't you want me to know?"

Fan Fan hugged the potato chip bucket, showing timidity.

Tian Jing smiled: "I really don't care now, if I still care, I won't cover my ears and dare not listen."

This seemed to convince Fan Fan, she pursed her lips, and stammered: "He asked me if I knew where you were, and I didn't know where you were at that time, so to be honest...his car parked at the gate of my community After three days, I also heard from my mother that he also visited your house, and your parents entertained him for a meal, but he probably didn’t say anything in front of your parents.”

"Oh, then why did he say he was looking for me?"

"I didn't say it."

"It's probably nothing urgent, so you don't have to worry about it." Tian Jing turned around to look at the prepared dishes. He cooked for two people, but said, "You can eat by yourself, I have a meeting with the producer later, Afraid of traffic jams on the road, leave early."

Fan Fan looked at him worriedly, watched him all the way to the door, and finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"He got in touch with Gao Bing and said he would come over in the next two days, and he also said that he wanted to meet you, but I refused."

"Good to refuse." Tian Jing waved his back to Fan Fan, "Let's go."

Tian Jing went to the street, he couldn't figure out why he had to lie, in fact, he didn't know how to lie at all, and he was not afraid of traffic jams, he walked in a daze, his thoughts were confused, he was half calculating how long it would take to walk home, half thinking about Sheng Zhaoliang's last The obscure silhouette left to him.

After entangled in his mind for a few minutes, he planned to throw away this mess, just like the answer to Fan Fan, he doesn't care anymore, he shouldn't care anymore, as long as Sheng Zhaoliang doesn't come to him, he can live in peace birthplace...

"Tian Jing?"

Tian Jing stopped, turned around stiffly, and saw Sheng Zhaoliang.

"It's really you." There was some disbelief in Sheng Zhaoliang's voice, "It's really you." Then there was joy in this voice.

"It's really you."

Sheng Zhaoliang said it again, his eyes became moist.