Golden House Cangjiao

Zhu Sheng smiled and said, "Probably not."

"This should be a photo taken secretly on the "Victoria", right? I want to play every time, but I never catch up with it. It's just against me." Lang Yue only thought that Zhu Sheng was joking with herself, but she didn't let it go. In her heart, she asked curiously: "Speaking of which, Shengsheng, how did you know Brother Duan?"

Zhu Sheng thought for a while, "I picked up his cat."

"Brother Duan has a cat? I've never seen one before." Langyue was a little surprised, and then she said with longing: "I also want to be Brother Duan's cat. Shengsheng, next time you see him, remember to help me Ask him if he still lacks cats, has gone to college, can dance ballet, the kind that can act like a baby or be cute."

Zhu Sheng couldn't help laughing, "He will make you lose weight."

Langyue felt a little guilty, she touched her face hastily, turned her head and asked Zhu Sheng: "I just indulged a little bit recently, is it so obvious?"

Zhu Sheng shook his head, "His cat's name is his weight."

Langyue put herself into it and thought about it for a while, then said indignantly: "...It's too much, this is a public execution, even if a cat is as fat as a pig, it is still cute."

Zhu Sheng still just laughed silently.He took out his mobile phone and searched for "Duancheng" on Weibo. Related topics included fan confessions, airport street photos, various stills and Reuters, and the top popular Weibo was a Zhang stills.

It is a still photo of "The Eighth Love Letter" that Duan Cheng is shooting.

This should be a school-themed movie. In the unedited picture, Duan Cheng is wearing a black and white school uniform.He held a piece of dogtail in his mouth, and leaned cynically under the basketball hoop. His youthful makeup made him look pale and thin. Duan Cheng raised a hand, and a rose petal fell on his fingertips.

The accompanying text is: [Only you and Twilight share the world equally. 】

Zhu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly frowned.

He asked the system: "Three years old, do you remember how many love letters I received in total?"

"Let me count. One is lonely, paranoid, longing, weird love letter, one is to be careful, one is Grape Daughter, and last, last is the one you just received Sick Rose." The system thought for a moment, then replied crisply: "Shengsheng, you have received four love letters."

Zhu Sheng nodded thoughtfully.

"The eighth love letter?"

Zhu Sheng didn't make a sound for a long time, Lang Yue came over curiously and glanced at it, and after seeing clearly the still photo that Zhu Sheng opened, she said plaintively: "It took me so long to forget all of this, Sheng Sheng, you have to hurt me so much." I will remember again."

Zhu Sheng asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"The author is too stupid. "The Eighth Love Letter" originally said that it was a campus healing department, but it turned out to be depression, and there was no cure at all." Langyue cried and said: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo my little angel nai tao .”

"Anyway, anyway, the movie is adapted from the novel." Lang Yue calmed down for a while, and reluctantly explained the plot to Zhu Sheng, "The novel basically talks about Ji Qiu Falcon having a white moonlight, who was born with hemophilia and is fragile. It was like glass, and it shattered when pinched, because he was too uncomfortable, he committed suicide in his third year of high school, leaving only Ji Qiu Falcon looking for redemption."

Zhu Sheng nodded.

"You don't know how good little angel Naitao is." Lang Yue said with a puffy face, "I think I didn't perform well in the college entrance examination because I read the original book of "The Eighth Love Letter" the night before to relax."

"……suicide."

Zhu Sheng lowered his eyes and did not speak again.After a long time, he suddenly said to the system: "Three years old, if I can complete all the tasks, I actually want to stay in this game world rather than return to the real world."

The system is a little puzzled, "Many humans who came to the game world said that the perfection here is too false, and finally chose to return to the real world. Shengsheng, why did you stay?"

Zhu Sheng said: "Because I have nothing, it doesn't matter whether it is false or true."

"But, but you have Xie Qingrang."

Zhu Sheng smiled slyly, "It's enough to know that he liked me. I've messed up his life here, and I decided to spare Xie Qingrang in the real world, he shouldn't be tortured by me anymore."

The system muttered: "Even if life is torture, it is sweet torture."

But after thinking about it, the system said happily again: "Shengsheng, if you stay, I will sneak you to another world to play in the future."

Zhu Sheng replied with a smile: "Okay."

After Fu Zhaohe's elective courses, Langyue had to rush back to take her own professional courses. She said goodbye to Zhu Sheng after class, and rushed out of the classroom in a hurry.Zhu Sheng thought about it for a while, packed up his textbooks, and walked towards Fu Zhaohe after everyone in the classroom had left.

Zhu Sheng apologized to Fu Zhaohe: "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry."

He said softly: "I don't know many people, Langyue...it's that girl just now. She was afraid that it would be boring for me to go to class alone, so she came here to accompany me in class."

Fu Zhaohe closed the handout on the desk, but he didn't raise his head when he heard the words, and didn't respond in any other way. He just asked Zhu Sheng, "Do you still have class this afternoon?"

Zhu Sheng replied honestly: "Not anymore."

Fu Zhaohe asked with a light smile, "Aren't you in a hurry to go home?"

Zhu Sheng blinked, "I wanted to go home, but now..."

He smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked. "There's no rush."

Fu Zhaohe raised his eyebrows slightly, and he said slowly, "Then come and make amends to me."

Zhu Sheng said: "Okay."

Fu Zhaohe was talking about apologizing, but in fact, he just took up Zhu Sheng's next time and took him to a rose manor to let Zhu Sheng enjoy afternoon tea with him.

"This is the Rose of Sharon."

The exquisite glass building is as thin as onion wings, and the white gauze falling down is scattered and swaying. The bright roses bloom freely in the fields of the manor, almost trying to color the clouds in the sky, so dusk falls early, too strong The glow of the sky is also at this moment magnificent to the extreme.

"Sharon Rose?" Zhu Sheng turned his head, "Strange name."

"It comes from the Bible." Tea mist formed on the lenses, and Fu Zhaohe took off his gold-rimmed glasses and said casually: "In Song of Solomon, it says, 'I am the Rose of Sharon, I am the Rose of the Valley. Lily', which is used to describe..."

Fu Zhaohe paused, and a smile flashed across his dark pupils, "Exquisite and incomparable."

Zhu Sheng said: "Rose is beautiful."

Fu Zhaohe said meaningfully: "The roses that bloom in the fields of the manor are far less beautiful than the roses in the vase."

Zhu Sheng blinked.

Fu Zhaohe said: "...Because the roses in the vase are selected by the owner himself, each petal of it has a unique mark."

Zhu Sheng pursed his lips and smiled, then tilted his head, with a sly look on his face, "Isn't it because someone passed by the manor, and that branch of rose actively touched the passerby's fingertips, making him stay here because of his softness?"

Fu Zhaohe raised his eyebrows.

Zhu Sheng asked very lightly, "Mr. Fu, am I your Rose of Sharon?"

Fu Zhaohe smiled lowly, "Do you know why I brought you here?"

Zhu Sheng seemed at a loss and said, "To make amends?"

"brat."

Fu Zhaohe didn't answer Zhu Sheng's question. He glanced at the roses outside the glass, took a sip of the tea in the cup, and said in a soft and gentle voice, "It's getting late, I'll take you home."

Zhu Sheng nodded, but didn't ask any further questions.

Before getting on the car, Zhu Sheng’s peripheral vision swept across the rose bushes, and the delicate and delicate flower branches fluttered in the wind. They are free, from the branches and leaves to every withered petal, they can Choose to wither in the wind, or fall into the river and into the sea.

He naturally knew why Fu Zhaohe brought himself here.

The rose Fu Zhaohe wanted was trapped in a bottle and belonged to him alone.

Fu Zhaohe was still warning himself.

I wish you well.

Back at Zhu's house, Mr. Jiang was walking from the garden to the house on crutches. He should have finished his walk outside after dinner.Zhu Sheng went to help him, but Mr. Jiang didn't push him away, but chatted with Zhu Sheng about Jiang Li's recent situation.

Zhu Sheng listened carefully and responded one by one.

Just when he entered the living room, his cell phone rang. Zhu Sheng glanced at it, and it was an unfamiliar number who opened the phone. He was about to refuse to answer the call, but the system quickly stopped Zhu Sheng: "Sheng Sheng, it's "lazy" calling. Come here, don't hang up. "

Zhu Sheng answered the phone.

"Hey?"

The man's voice was lazy, yet extremely magnetic, and he said to Zhu Sheng, "I am Duan Cheng."

"Mr. Duan, what's the matter?"

Duan Cheng asked him: "Have you seen Weibo?"

Zhu Sheng asked suspiciously, "What Weibo?"

"On the "Victoria" I was secretly photographed, and you were also photographed. Some people used it for the sake of traffic, saying that we are in a relationship." Duan Cheng was very noisy there, and he said succinctly: "Now your information has been leaked. , don't worry, I'll take care of it soon."

Zhu Sheng gave a soft "hmm", and he asked Duan Cheng: "Mr. Duan, why do you have my contact information?"

Duan Cheng paused, and before he could speak, his phone was snatched away. The director on the set asked Zhu Sheng, "Isn't it Zhu Sheng? I'm the director of "The Eighth Love Letter". Do you play Nai Tao?" intention? As soon as I saw you, I felt that this role belonged to you."