Golden House Cangjiao

Zhu Sheng said apologetically, "I can't dance."

"I'll teach you."

The person who came still maintained his original movements. He waited patiently for a few seconds. Zhu Sheng neither gave him his hand nor gave any clear rejection, so he planned to hold the boy's hand and pull him into the dance floor. But when the idea was about to be put into practice, a deep voice sounded, with a faint smile in his voice, "Whisky?"

"Drinking alcohol without permission."

As he said that, a hand with sharp bones took away the wine glass, and the wine was still swaying in the glass, but the light of the wine was extremely radiant.Fu Zhaohe saw the young man's pale lips through the gold leaf-colored wine glass, and said without raising his eyes, "Mrs. Fu, strike up a conversation with someone in front of me. Huh?"

Zhu Sheng blinked his eyes, his expression innocent to the extreme.

Fu Zhaohe asked him again: "Want to dance?"

Zhu Sheng shook his head and said, "I won't."

Fu Zhaohe shook the wine glass in his hand, lowered his head and took a sip, then put the glass back on the tray in the waiter's hand with a sound of "clang", and slightly raised the gold wire on the bridge of his nose Framed glasses, said to Zhu Sheng: "In the future... I will teach you."

Zhu Sheng said obediently: "Okay."

Then he bent his eyes and glanced at the person who invited him to dance. The person hadn't walked away, but he had already seen the extraordinary relationship between the two people, and was about to withdraw consciously. After a while, even though he failed to strike up a conversation, the man still smiled at the young gentleman. He maintained his elegant demeanor, held the wine glass in his hand, and walked towards the next target.

Fu Zhaohe said: "Mr. Chen is very gentlemanly."

Zhu Sheng said with a smile: "Yes."

Fu Zhaohe raised his brows slightly, and his dark pupils stared at him inexplicably.

Zhu Sheng tilted his head and glanced at him, his eyebrows flashed a bit slyly, and he bent his eyes again and said, "Mr. Chen is very personable, but... I just want to be Mrs. Fu."

Fu Zhaohe smiled softly.

After a dance song ended, the bustling crowd dispersed, and they walked down the dance floor together arm in arm.The soft hem of the skirt passes over the flashy light and shadow. The base note of the perfume has the sweetness of citrus and the lingering white musk, and finally intertwined into a sweet breath. More waiters are standing around with trays at this moment. Fu Zhaohe She grabbed Zhu Sheng's wrist and pulled him into her arms.

"Give you a little reward."

The fingertips brushed over the young man's pretty face, and then tightened suddenly. Fu Zhaohe clasped Zhu Sheng's chin, gently raised his face, and then the man slowly bent down.The dark pupils took in all the young man's beautiful eyebrows. Fu Zhaohe looked at his light-colored lips, and said with a light smile, "Now I'm going to kiss you."

The thick and curled eyelashes were raised, and the black and white pupils were dripping with wet light. Zhu Sheng asked expectantly, "Fu, Mr. Fu, do I need to close my eyes?"

Fu Zhaohe replied, "Look at me."

After speaking, he lowered his head and kissed Zhu Sheng's lips.The cold rosin is stained with high-purity alcohol, which is slightly intoxicating for no reason. The moist and hot breath surrounds Zhu Sheng in a strong embrace. Meaning, the strong invasion and possession made Zhu Sheng's face flushed, and even the corners of his eyes showed a charming color. Zhu Sheng wrapped his arms around the man's neck with little strength, and slowly closed his eyes.

Ask and give, obediently.

"...Ugh."

Fu Zhaohe bit Zhu Sheng's lips punitively, his tone was very heavy, "Look at me."

Zhu Sheng had no choice but to open his eyes.Apart from the pure snow color, the young man's complexion slowly faded into a peach-like color, which should be the third stunning color between moonlight and snow color, and the delicate face was wetted by the dripping water, making it radiant. His eyes are so soft that they are extremely affectionate, and a casual glance is full of love, gorgeous but unknowingly.

Fu Zhaohe couldn't help but strengthen his embrace.

The crowded crowd gradually passed by, and there was no one to cover them, Zhu Sheng pushed Fu Zhaohe weakly, turned his head to avoid his kiss, and said softly, "Grandpa is over there, he will see it. "

Fu Zhaohe asked him, "Are you afraid?"

"No." Zhu Sheng explained to him in a low voice: "Grandpa is so old, you are his student, and I am his grandson, he will definitely be scared."

Fu Zhaohe looked at his rosy lips, lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, assuming he had the right to accept his reason.

Zhu Sheng thought for a while, then asked softly: "Mr. Fu is so good, why did you suddenly reward me?"

Fu Zhaohe glanced at Zhu Sheng, the smile in his eyes deepened, he narrowed his eyes a little, and after a while he said in a deep hoarse voice: "Because...you are so good at pleasing me."

Zhu Sheng smiled slyly, "Then I have already chased Mr. Fu?"

Fu Zhaohe smiled, "This is just a reward."

Mr. Jiang is getting old, his mental and physical strength is not as good as before, and he is extremely prone to sleepiness.After lunch, he rejected his old classmate's repeated attempts to stay, and insisted on leaving the hotel to go back to rest. Naturally, Zhu Sheng would stay by Mr. Jiang's side, so he said goodbye to Fu Zhaohe and sat down with Mr. Jiang by his arm. Go to the car that came from home.

"Have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?"

Mr. Jiang suddenly asked Zhu Sheng.

Zhu Sheng frowned slightly, and after a while he said softly, "I haven't thought about it."

Old Mr. Jiang was not surprised, "Before I returned to China, Han Chuan talked about you on the phone. He said that you like to blame yourself for all external reasons, and Ah Li hates you. You don't please her, even if you know that the real reason Ah Li hates you is that she is not ready to take on the responsibility of a mother."

"As for your father, even if he doesn't come back to celebrate your birthday, Ah Li fell ill that day, and the company's shareholders will disagree and argue endlessly because of a project, whether it's because of you, Ah Li, or the company. , he will rush back.”

"None of this is your fault."

Zhu Sheng's eyelashes trembled.

"Your state is actually not very good, and I heard from A Li's nurse that since your father's accident, you always keep the lights on all night." Mr. Jiang said: "I didn't plan to go back to China, but Han Chuan said that there must always be someone to make up for the family affection you owe, A Li trapped himself in the ivory tower, and I don't know how long it will take before he is willing to come out—"

Mr. Jiang said, "It's just me."

"...Grandpa."

"I haven't had a chance to have a good talk with you." The old man looked at Zhu Sheng with peaceful eyes, "Grandpa can't give you back all the grievances you have suffered, but you can only take it slowly. You wait for grandpa, when you should be angry, grandpa will support you, when you should be happy, grandpa will accompany you, don't do anything stupid."

Zhu Sheng bit his lip, "I..."

"Shengsheng, I have wronged you."

The tears burst at this moment, one tear after another rolled down, in countless nightmares, he was the unforgivable culprit.He deserved the hatred, sarcasm, and blame. Even in the end, even Zhu Sheng hated himself. This sentence "I have wronged you" is something he never dared to ask for.

Mr. Jiang patted Zhu Sheng on the shoulder, "Cry, you should cry when you are wronged."

When the vehicle stopped in front of the villa, Zhu Sheng was still crying. Mr. Jiang signaled the driver to leave first, and he quietly accompanied him until Zhu Sheng wiped away his tears. Mr. Jiang said to Zhu Sheng, "Let's go!" ,go home."

Zhu Sheng nodded slowly.

Fearing that his aunt would ask questions, after Zhu Sheng helped Mr. Jiang back to the room, he returned to the room himself.He sat down at the desk, and after a long time, he said to the system: "Three years old, is this really just a strategy game?"

"From the day I committed suicide, I should have lost everything. But woke up again five years later, I finished high school and even went to college in your game world, and my grandfather said to me that he would make up for me. I have been wronged, and I will get my wish to be with "Xie Qingrang", with every personality of him."

"Is this game for me to capture Xie Qingrang's four personalities, or is it for him to make up for everything I'm missing?"

The system played dead silently.

Zhu Sheng frowned, "Three years old?"

The system still didn't dare to make a sound.

Zhu Sheng stopped talking and found the original text of "The Eighth Love Letter" with his mobile phone. He was about to open the chapter, but unexpectedly found that the name of the author was Ryan.

Xie Qingrang's English name is also Ryan.

And the love letter sent to him will always be signed by Mr. R.

Zhu Sheng pursed his lips and stared at the English name for a long time. The mobile phone next to him rang a few times, and he was called from an unfamiliar number.Zhu Sheng wanted to hang up, but the last four digits reminded him of what Duan Cheng said. Zhu Sheng paused his fingers and crossed the icon to the right.

"Hello? Is it wishing you a birthday?"

"it's me."

Director Li breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I didn't make a wrong call. By the way, I am the director of "The Eighth Love Letter". Last time, I said to Duan Cheng that I hope you will play the role of Yan Naitao. You should still be in school, right? In fact, there are not many shots of this character, and most of the time you don’t need any other performances, and he rarely has more than two lines of lines. I hope you can think about it, please. "

After a while, Director Li said: "You are really suitable for this role. No one can play Nai Tao except you. I hope you will seriously consider it. As for the salary, we can directly ask Duan Cheng for whatever you want. You don't have to worry too much about the deduction from the salary, even though the lion opened his mouth."

"Deducted from Duan Cheng's salary?"

Director Li said casually: "In the beginning, he took the book and asked me if I would make a movie."

Zhu Sheng asked him: "Is there really not many shots?"

"You can ask for more shots if you want."

Zhu Sheng replied: "No, I agree."

Director Li on the other side of the phone was overjoyed, "Then it's settled like this. You can send me your class schedule later. Anyway, you don't have many scenes, so we can make do with you, and "The Eighth Love Letter" should be It's Duan Cheng's last movie, don't regret it, we all expect Duan Cheng to come back with a Golden Peacock Award with this movie, so the casting is very careful."

Zhu Sheng didn't think too much, "Okay."

He is only a freshman, and he has not participated in various clubs, and the current courses are not many.After seeing Zhu Sheng's class schedule, Director Li set up a time with Zhu Sheng the night before, and verbally recounted the general contract content to him, and made some revisions. , Someone was waiting for Zhu Sheng at the school gate half an hour in advance, and sent him to the set.

Arriving at the set, Director Li is filming the scene of Duan Cheng.

The staff member stretched out his finger and gave Zhu Sheng a "shh", signaling him to keep quiet for the time being. Zhu Sheng nodded and quietly looked at Duan Cheng.Duan Cheng was born extremely handsome, and that handsome was somewhat cynical. In the past, he was always laid-back and lazy, but at this moment, Duan Cheng is no longer the one who would slowly peel off the candy wrapper and hold himself up with one hand. Nodding lazily to Duan Cheng who said "Sweet to death".

The weeds that grow aimlessly are overgrown, the blue sky, the open field, Duan Cheng's fingertips caressed a bunch of dim lilies of the valley, and said indifferently: "...I hate your smile, I hate your quietness , I hate your eyebrows, I hate your eyes. More than once I want to open the coffin that makes you live forever. Maybe the roses at the bottom of the coffin have withered, and the fingertips that caress the petals are only bones. I kissed yours secretly end of eye——

Duan Cheng raised his hand, his eyes glanced at the birds in the distance carelessly, the deviated track caught him off guard and crashed into the black pupils of the young man, paused for a few seconds, Duan Cheng lowered his eyes to stare at his fingers, slowly Say, "Fantasy that the last lily will bloom there."

Then he smiled loosely at Zhu Sheng, "A lily just like you."