Mr. Zhang went to filming

The training class ended that day, a little later than usual.

It was getting dark.

Shen Zhuohua was silent all the way.

In fact, there is no other reason, it's just that they were abused by Yi Zijin again today.

Should have gotten used to it by now.

But, still not reconciled.

Today's acting class is group 1V1 play, the theme is "killing".

Shen Zhuohua went on stage first, and during the 10-minute preparation time, he set up a plot of "a young man was asked for debt by hooligans and was forced to kill Yi Zijin by mistake", to kill Yi Zijin.

After the performance, I think the degree of completion is not bad, and the emotion is also in place.

But the teacher's comment was: "The emotion is quite in place, and the skills... are almost."

Shen Zhuohua hadn't figured out where his skills were, so he replaced him with Yi Zijin to kill him.

Yi Zijin is good, as a "murderer", there is no tragic foreshadowing, no background story.

"I'll just play a perverted killer."

Then, in the posture of a perverted killer, he chased, knocked down, and "killed" Shen Zhuohua in the narrow classroom with a knife.

The whole process is easy, with a slight smile, with cold eyes like looking at low-level prey, in the eyes under the broken hair, there is clearly an incomparably crazy twist and joy at close range.

To be honest, Shen Zhuohua was really shocked by the too real distortion.

After the course ended, I couldn't get back to my senses for a long time.

Before this class, he always thought that the so-called "killing intent" could not be embodied.

But he was wrong.

He really felt Yi Zijin's killing intent concretely.shudder.

That man...was a genius.

Flawless in both emotion and technique.

He can't compare, the gap is too big.

To actually want to chase after others as a target... is simply too overwhelming.what to doHow can a mortal like him work hard to catch up with that kind of fairy?

"A Zhuo, A Zhuo!"

Awakened from contemplation, Xie Xingchen's black eyes darkened: "Ah Zhuo, have you been too tired lately?"

"Don't push yourself too hard, your body matters."

"I do not……"

Before Shen Zhuohua finished speaking, he stopped.

At the corner of the alley, there is a little light in the darkness.Standing under the telegraph pole were three tall teenagers, half-hidden in the shadows, smoking a cigarette with a grin, and looking here with ill intentions.

My heart tightened on the spot.

His intuition was not very good, and he wanted to drag Xie Xingchen away quickly, but when he turned around, he found that there were two more people behind him at some point.

With a fierce look on his face, he slowly approached, blocking him and Xie Xingchen.

……

The road they are taking at the moment is the trail to the bus station.

Mr. Zhang couldn't drive to pick them up these few days because he was busy with the annual meeting.Although the taxi-hailing fund was given a red envelope, the slum boy was used to being poor, and he really felt that taxi-hailing was a waste of money.

It just so happened that there was a bus stop nearby, across the path under construction in the middle of the road.

The trail has recently been repaired, and half of it has been covered with green cloth, and a lot of industrial building materials have been scattered here and there.

At this moment, the workers had already left work, and it was deserted and deserted, with no one around.

"..."

One, two, three, four, five.

Xie Xingchen counted secretly, there were five people in total.

Three of them are young masters in Ah Zhuo's training class.The leader is called Li Yiming, he has met, this person likes to say some sarcastic words loudly when the get out of class is over.

Li Yiming was followed by his two dog-legged followers.

As for the other two... Xie Xingchen frowned slightly.The clothes of those two people were rather messy, and their appearance was also ugly and vicious. One of them was dyed with yellow hair, and the other's bare arm and calf were covered with blue tattoos.

Gee.

His eyes were dim, and he laughed in his heart at these rich young masters, but also cowardly.

Don't dare to play three times and two, and even went to the society to find rogue foreign aid?

……

The five people gathered around, and the unpleasant smell of smoke permeated the air.

Li Yiming tilted his mouth, spit out the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, and with a "bah", he crushed the cigarette end with the tip of his shoe.

Xie Xingchen remained calm and continued to observe.

Although this person has an arrogant posture, he should be just an embroidered pillow that is pampered and can't bear to be beaten. The two followers also look weak.But the other two hooligans may have to deal with it seriously...

Thinking of this, his wrist was secretly held.

Shen Zhuohua's palms were cold and sweaty.

But there was no fear or wavering on his face. Facing Li Yiming, his eyes were sincere and his tone was calm: "We are all classmates. If I did something wrong, you can point it out and I will try my best to correct it."

……too naive.

Xie Xingchen lowered his eyes.

With so many rumors and rumors, Ah Zhuo endured it again and again, as if he thought that forbearance could be exchanged for room for reasoning.

However, that is impossible.

Many times in this world, there is no reason for others to bully you.

Sure enough, Li Yiming didn't answer at all, and just raised his hand and slapped him.

The beating was very heavy, and Shen Zhuohua's face was in burning pain.

Still in a daze, the yellow hair next to him kicked him to the ground again.

Under the severe pain, his first reaction was to struggle to get up.He grabbed the corner of Xie Xingchen's clothes again with his already sweaty and cold palms.

Seriously, she shook her head at him.

……

Can't fight back.

Xie Xingchen understood what he meant.

Because, as long as you fight back, from "being bullied" to "fighting", the nature has completely changed.

I can't tell.

It will leave a very bad impression on the company and Mr. Zhang...

The merciless fists and feet fell like raindrops.

Xie Xingchen frowned, gritted his teeth, secretly angry and amused—he was a little street fighting prince after all, usually one would beat up to ten people without coercion, and it was the first time in his life that he was so wronged and allowed to be bullied and beaten.

But what can I do?

Ah Zhuo's scene will start filming the day after tomorrow, bear with it, don't cause trouble at this juncture.

Can't cause trouble, but...

They are all fucking going to be beaten to death!Do we have to endure it all the time? !

Fingertips dug deep into the palm of his hand, he endured the pain and was irritable, several times rushed away from those people's hands and feet to protect Shen Zhuohua - Ah Zhuo still had to act, he could get hurt, but Ah Zhuo's face couldn't be hurt.

But the group of people quickly pulled him away, thinking that he was in the way, kicked him to the ground, cursed and kicked him, and his thighs and lower abdomen were trampled heavily.

It hurts.

There was a humming sound on the back of the head.A foot was stepped on the chest, it was difficult to breathe, and there was a fishy sweetness in the throat.

But at this moment, what he saw when he looked up was the sea of ​​stars all over the sky.

The city lights, thousands of households, so quiet and peaceful.

So beautiful, but it seems that there has never been a little bit of light that belongs to him.

……

Li Yiming sneered coldly, stomped hard on Xie Xingchen's chest, turned around and kicked, and then stepped in front of Shen Zhuohua, bent down, and pinched the boy's chin.

"I really don't understand." He looked at it for a long time, puzzled.

"Just your fucking face, are you kidding me? I can't remember after watching it so many times! How did you seduce so many people? You see, there is still someone who is willing to be beaten for you. You are poisonous, right?" ?”

"You! Come on, scratch this kid's stupid face!"

Huang Mao was taken aback.

"What are you in a daze for? Hurry up! Draw a bastard picture and come out, I will give you [-] later, isn't that enough? Is [-] okay? Don't worry, you can't die if you draw a face, and if something happens, it will be my fault! Do it quickly!"

Huang Mao took out a knife from his pocket.

The tip of the knife approached, feeling cold, Shen Zhuohua's pupils constricted, and finally began to struggle like crazy.

However, his hands and feet were pressed against the wall and he couldn't move. His mouth was already full of blood, and there was a slight stabbing pain in his cheek, and he trembled violently.

At that moment, all the forbearance until now finally became a joke.

...For a long time, I just wanted to act well and live seriously, that's all.

I simply want to realize a little dream through hard work.

No matter how sad the day is, I always tell myself to be optimistic, and I want to look up at the night sky at the bottom of the well, always thinking that maybe one day there will be a chance to fall from the sky, and the will will be bright from then on.

After much difficulty, good things happened and there was some hope.

What did he do wrong?

Why do these people he has never provoked even take away his only little things?

A flash of lightning and thunder roared in the sky.

The cheek did not experience the severe pain as imagined, not only that, but the shackles on the arm also disappeared suddenly.On the contrary, there were screams and wailing sounds in my ears, as if a hole had been torn apart in the night.

On the brightly illuminated wall, Xie Xingchen moved his hand.

Like a wild beast out of control, it was pinching Huang Mao's neck and smashing his head against the wall!

Once, twice.

Others rushed up to attack with a stick, but he blocked it with his elbow.His whole body was bruised, his finger bones were bruised and blood red, but he still punched someone in the face, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

Shen Zhuohua was stunned, and mist slowly appeared in his eyes.

... This happened more than once.In the past two years, many times, it was Xingchen who used one shocking injury after another to protect his Zhouquan.

But what did he do for the stars?

He does nothing but acting.But not long after moving into the small black house, I once found that the stars were burning faintly on the upper bunk.Out of humanity, he bought antipyretics and a bowl of porridge, and took care of him in the middle of the night, that's all.

Before that, the two were just roommates who didn't meet each other.

Xie Xingchen was very cold, he didn't speak, and didn't even look at him.

After that day, he still didn't talk much, but every time he bought fruit, he would pick a few good ones and put them on his bed.When the money was distributed on the construction site, he would secretly worry about his debts and save the money for him.

Will care about his safety and do everything in his power to protect him.

For nothing, Shen Zhuohua had enjoyed so much sacrifice from others, and Shen Zhuohua knew it in his heart, and he was really guilty, and he didn't dare to think about it.A few medicines and a bowl of porridge can get so much, and the stars...

Did no one give him a little warmth before?

……

The air was filled with the fishy smell of impending rain.

Mixed with noise and blood, cold and bitter.

The five people in front of him were lying on the ground moaning in disarray, Xie Xingchen wiped the corners of his chapped lips: "Ah Zhuo, call the police."

Unexpectedly, there are still desperate people, and while Ah Zhuo is on the phone, he gets up again and wants to sneak attack.Xie Xingchen directly locked his throat, dragged it to the wall and repaired it again.

Finally, all five were completely silent.He was also covered in blood all over his head and face, with bruises and wounds from his cheekbones to his jaw, which was miserable.

But it's okay.

After all, he won, one against five, and the opponent was completely wiped out.

Teach the scumbags a lesson, it's much more enjoyable than just giving in.Besides, for a whole month, staying with Ah Zhuo every step of the way, isn't it just to guard against such rotten people and such rotten things! ?Very good, he finally made the best use of everything, not a loss.

Just hit it.

When the police come, he will explain it well.He will even explain it to the wild man - Ah Zhuo didn't do anything, he did it all by himself!

Wild Man had seen how crazy and brain-dead he was before, and he would believe it.

If the wild man doesn't believe it...

Then he might as well tell the wild man some more things.Some things that even Ah Zhuo doesn't know.For example, he was born with bad genes, the son of a murderer, and inherited violent tendencies.

He can also ask the wild man to go to the orphanage to check his resume.

Before he was seven years old, his memory was gone.

And what he did after the age of seven... Finally, the whole orphanage, from the teacher to other children, was afraid of him and hated him.Anyone who asks about those old things is guaranteed to be an eye-opener.

It started to rain.

Blurred vision, very cold.

Xie Xingchen smiled to himself for a while, but finally couldn't laugh anymore.With a gloomy expression on his face, he maliciously kicked several fake corpses lying on the ground.

Grit your teeth.Annoyed, I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit it...

Dare to be so arrogant, dare to ignore them and call back, because he secretly believed in his heart that a certain wild man would not think it was their fault without asking indiscriminately.

That person may not be willing to blindly endure and be wronged by his own children.

Maybe listen to their explanation.

After all, he treats Ah Zhuo a lot of kindness, and it doesn't seem to be fake.And the kindness to him, the warmth of the clothes, the sweetness of the pineapple buns, also...

He hadn't seen him for days, days.

After a while, we finally saw each other.

But I was very scared, very scared, very scared.

In case he guesses wrong, in case the wild man gets angry, stop Ah Zhuo.

Then he...

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

……

……

Zhang He did all the calculations, but he, the old father of the president, was too busy holding a real estate annual meeting and didn't pick up his children for a week. An accident could happen to two silly children!

But the truth is that something happened.

On the night of the accident, Mr. Zhang was busy attending a reception.

He came to the meeting as the CEO of a real estate company.

There are many industries under Zhang He's name, and there are also many real estates.It's a pity that he himself always considers himself the boss of an entertainment company, and the company that makes money under his name occasionally attends conferences, so he doesn't take it to heart.

As a grand celebrity reception, many political and business dignitaries were invited to the scene tonight. In order to liven up the atmosphere, the organizer also invited several small stars.

Although Zhang He is quite popular as an actor recently, but to be honest, in this kind of mainstream political and business circles, in the home field of old men in their 50s to [-]s with bureaucratic accents, who would watch a webcast like "Dream of the Republic of China"? Strange drama?

In addition, Mr. Zhang is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and his gold-rimmed glasses are elegant, and his appearance is not too similar to the "warlord Baoyu" on TV.So chatting with people and discussing business along the way was quite smooth.

But unfortunately, I met a young upstart with no eyesight.

Not only have I watched "Dream of the Republic of China", but I also recognized the low-key Brother He.

That's all, the nouveau riche... and treat him as a new actor who came here specially to grab the scene and has no bottom line to support! ! !

Rubbing over with a humble face, he stretched out his hand and pinched Mr. Zhang's ass.

Q bomb~

Cute, want to dive.

Mr. Zhang's ass can't be pinched!There was a fierce look in his eyes on the spot, sharp eyes.

Unexpectedly, this nouveau riche is not an ordinary person, and there are obviously ditches in his brain.Not only was he not afraid of Mr. Zhang's death stare, he even grinned with a playful smile and talked about the price with Mr. Zhang.

"Baby, go home with Master tonight, two thousand one night, how about it?"

Zhang He: "..."

To be honest, you can insult your personality, Mr. Zhang, but you cannot insult your IQ.

Even if you insult Mr. Zhang's IQ, you can't insult your Mr. Zhang's price tag!

two thousand? ? ? ?

The most common duck on the market is about three thousand one night, right? ? ?

And it is said that being invited to this reception, one can be regarded as an upstart in the industry, how picky is it?Just want to buy a star-level handsome fried duck like me for two thousand?So you are so rich, you saved it all, huh?

"Too little?" The nouveau riche reluctantly raised the price, "Then, two thousand five?"

Zhang He: "..."

The upstart thought he was still hesitating, and even started a brainwashing package: "Twenty-five thousand is enough. If you think about it, two thousand and five thousand a day is 90 a month, and 90 a year. You are a star! Yes, you may not be able to guarantee [-] yuan in a year from drought or flood, right?"

So, if you come out and sell it every night, you can save 90 yuan from drought and flood? !

"Besides, you don't look too young at this age, so you may not be popular for a few more years. Young people should be realistic and earn money as soon as possible..."

Zhang He: This brainwashing bag tricks employees into working overtime for free. It must be a good hand!

In fact, the nouveau riche in front of me is really not annoying. He has a good figure and a handsome face.It's a pity that the brain was stepped on by chickens.

Mr. Zhang didn't bother to talk to him, but he didn't give up and chased Mr. Zhang all over the place.

In the end, Mr. Zhang couldn't bear it anymore, and narrowed his eyes, showing sharp teeth and a sinister smile.

"alright."

"Tonight, I will go with you, uncle~~"

The nouveau riche's eyes lit up, and he looked greedily at Mr. Zhang's waist, overjoyed: "Let's go, let's go now!"

Mr. Zhang also smiled like a tiger, and hugged the nouveau riche affectionately with his backhand.

There are already a hundred poses for dancing on this sand sculpture grave in my mind.

In the end, they all walked to the door, and a phone call came out of nowhere.

Huh, little peach blossom?

When you pick it up, what?police station.

Zhang He listened to the phone carefully, his expression became serious, and he glanced coldly at the nouveau riche.

You are lucky! ! !

If the little cutie didn't get into trouble tonight, the loquat tree in your backyard would be as graceful as a cover!