my golden god

He lived a real life of rice bugs at home for a few days, bought a refrigerator of ingredients, and made some meals when he was happy, but he often couldn't finish it.

In the evening, Zhang Mingming called and asked him to prepare at home, and the Wanhua Award was a week away.He who was nominated for the best newcomer may not be selected, it can only be said that as the first possible award in his life, careful preparation is naturally necessary.

Yao Baize kept tossing the TV with the remote control, he didn't need to watch any channels, he just didn't want to stay alone in the room silently.He thinks he is not a difficult person, but he has called dozens if not hundreds of calls in the past few days, without any reply.

He felt that he was a little crazy, and when he was free, he would open WeChat on his mobile phone and send him a message.If there is no reply, I will send it, talking to myself like a neuropathy.

Just like now he also took out his mobile phone and wrote him a text message, telling him that he was going to participate in a TV festival...

There was still no news, Yao Baize would sometimes get up to the balcony to look at the potted plants that were almost hanging. Wen Minghuan used to like to stand there and clean them up.But he doesn't know how to plant. When he first came back, there were a lot of flowers and plants hanging here, and after watering, he set fire to a few plants, and thus developed a certain affection for them.

Every day, I will take some time to look at them, water them, and change their positions.These tenacious little creatures are sometimes quite gratifying to watch.

After everything was done, he looked at the night sky outside the window, lit a cigarette, and began to be in a daze.Ever since Wen Minghuan left, he always felt empty in his heart, unable to find the place.

Suddenly he noticed a figure that looked like Wen Minghuan under the street lamp opposite. With a trembling of his fingertips, a few cigarette ash fell down, and he turned his head and ran down without caring about cleaning it up.

The waiting time for the elevator seemed extremely long, and he finally got one, but it was full, so he went down the stairs in a hurry, running down at the fastest speed in his life.

But when he got downstairs, he realized that there was no one under the streetlight at all, and the figure looking at him from a distance seemed to be imagined by him.

Did he really imagine a person?No, he was sober at that time, and the feeling was very real when he saw him. The other party was standing under this street light, silently looking at his window.After two years of acquaintance, he won't even admit Wen Minghuan's figure.

"It's already here, why are you still hiding!" Yao Baize suddenly yelled towards the bushes. Of course no one would answer him. On the contrary, several people walking by the roadside gave him strange looks.Yao Baize turned back and walked back, now he was full of gas and his complexion was very bad.

When he got home, he just smoked one cigarette after another to calm himself down, and smoking could help him concentrate.But now it's getting more and more chaotic. He was so annoyed that he found a few horror movies to watch. The more bloody scenes, the calmer he felt.When the boiling blood finally calmed down, he scratched his hair, turned off the light, and went to take a shower and sleep.

At the same time, a black car started slowly downstairs in the community.The people in the car are still handsome and handsome, but they don't see the usual smiles, only frost.

The young man driving in the front row looked at him several times but hesitated to speak. Wen Minghuan suddenly said, "Speak."

"Boss, you shouldn't be here."

The only response to him was a cold veto, "I don't need you to judge my decision." The man was choked up, and drove in silence, doing his duty as a driver.

"I'm surprised that you can stay, but that doesn't mean I have to listen to you." That young man was Quan Weiqi, and he was the only one who was still standing by Wen Minghuan's side after his accident.It's not because he is so loyal, but because he thinks Wen Minghuan has more investment value than his cousin.

Quan Weiqi is a profit-oriented person. For the sake of benefit, he can even deal ruthless blows to his father and his own brother, so it is impossible to guarantee that he will not attack his boss.Wen Minghuan knew very well that he had to be more ruthless than him in controlling this kind of jackal, otherwise he would only treat his master as a backup food.

And there are many wolves around him, everyone wants to get a piece of fat from him, but they are all afraid of his methods.No one else is like him, who pays without hesitation, isn't it so stupid?

Wait a little longer, the fishing nets have been opened, and the harvest will soon be abundant, and I will give you the promised wedding.

The night was always so quiet, but Yao Baize fell into insomnia, damn it, he always thought of Wen Minghuan, and felt uneasy, whether this relationship between them was just his self-deception alone, or both of them were working hard to support it.

I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and woke up to check Weibo. It was still a busy place, so I didn't have much interest, but he found an interesting one in the private message.It may be one of his fans who wrote a long paragraph about homosexuality.

It is not easy to count the relationship in detail, and persuade him to cherish the present, and also mentioned that he regretted the original relationship, that is, he let go at a critical moment, and regretted it for the rest of his life.Yao Baize watched from the beginning to the end, and suddenly felt that all the hardships and grievances he endured were meaningful.

Silently moved that person into his fan group, and replied a letter telling him that he would cherish this relationship, and no matter what the result was, he would not be ashamed of his heart.

After uttering the passionate words, he seemed to feel sleepy again, and quickly rolled back to bed to sleep.

The next day, Yao Baize was no longer satisfied with the life of Michong. He found a detective agency on the Internet, made an appointment by phone and rushed to it.If you don't come, I can't go to you, can't I?

It's actually not easy to find a private detective. He can pay for it and ask others to find him.The tall and thin man who claimed to be in charge later told him directly that it is better to go to the police station to find someone, and they can only investigate the people they can find.

However, the stubborn ones began to relax after Yao Baize more than doubled the price. In the end, they charged a part of the deposit and asked him to come back in three days. If there is a result, they will receive the next money. Give it back to him.

Only then did Yao Baize leave in satisfaction, and he didn't show up from the beginning to the end, even keeping his voice down.

Whether you can find it or not, it's better than waiting.

Time passed unhurriedly, and during the few days when he did not appear in public, many fans sent greetings, and he replied in unison that he wanted to rest for a while.

Jumping out to see, the place where he had spent nearly two lifetimes of hard work suddenly became strange.Maybe he is still suitable to stick to the old thinking and just be an actor.

Because he is very idle, he spends more time interacting with fans, and he replies a lot under the scarf, which makes fans feel that his ten-thousand-year diving monster has finally shown up.

It still feels very warm, many of his fans are little girls, and there is innocence in their words, which inexplicably reminds him of that girl.Hey, there is only that old saying, I hope she will be happy.

Yao Baize chats with fans more gently, and reminds them to go to bed when the time is late.The inexplicable accident made him a lot of fans, and everyone said he was too gentle.

The word too gentle is actually most suitable for Wen Minghuan, Wen Minghuan's gentleness can soften your bones.

Uh, I accidentally thought of him again.

He has to get up early tomorrow, he can't sleep too late, but he just wants to see him for no reason.Yao Baize suddenly got off the bed and walked to the balcony, where the warm lights were on.

He is really there!

Yao Baize stared in shock at the familiar figure under the street lamp, this time he didn't run down foolishly, but stood by the window and widened his eyes greedily, wanting to fully take in his figure.

With trembling fingers, he dialed out the string of numbers, but the display on the other end of the phone was still off.From a distance, he saw Wen Minghuan raised his hand and waved at him, silver light flashed between his fingers.

His heart suddenly settled down, maybe he had a reason why he couldn't contact him, but at this moment, he came to the window several times is already the greatest comfort.

The two looked at each other from a distance of more than 20 meters, and stood like fools for a long time, until their feet were numb, and Yao Baize realized later that it was getting late.

Say goodbye to him without words, close the windows, turn off the lights, and go to sleep.

The next day, he got up early and went to the company. He hadn't seen Brother Shi for a long time, so he went to report to him first, and then went to do styling.

It takes a long time to do this big award ceremony, even if most people do a few hours of modeling just to be a green leaf.

In the morning, Zhang Mingming had already tactfully told him that the most important thing was to participate, and he knew that he would not cause trouble to them.It was already three o'clock in the afternoon after quietly finishing the styling, when Zhang Mingming suddenly asked him to go to the top floor with a strange expression.

Yao Baize had received requests like this before, and would run over happily every time.This time the people on the top floor have changed, how could he be happy, so Zhang Mingming was a little cautious when he said this to him.

Yao Baize straightened his clothes and said, "My old friend told me to go, why don't I go?"

He has been to the top floor countless times and is already very familiar with it, but he found that some places have changed.There are a lot of oil paintings on the monotonous walls, each of which is of great value, fully reflecting a kind of nobility.

"I'm anxious all over my face, tsk tsk."

He greeted the assistant next to him politely, and walked in reservedly until he was knocked on the door.

Well, the assistant next to me didn't change, but the assistant's expression changed.That's right, the boss can be changed, but it doesn't matter if the assistant's face changes.

The heavy door opened, and the gentle and smiling man sitting behind the desk was replaced by a blue-eyed man. His facial features were somewhat similar, but his temperament was not the same.

"Do I need to say welcome?" Vincent sat behind the large desk, clasped his hands under his chin, and stared fixedly at Yao Baize who came in.

He didn't bother to guess what the other person was thinking, Yao Baize shook his head and said, "No need, just speak up."

Vincent sighed and said, "Before getting into the topic, I have to say something off topic, you are very handsome today."

Yao Baize raised his eyebrows, lowered his eyes slightly, and signaled him to continue.His attire today was indeed a lot more careful than usual. The makeup on his face, which took four hours to put on, made his already pretty face even more handsome.

Vincent seemed a little dissatisfied with his arrogant attitude, but he held back and continued to talk about the Wanhua Award for a while.