Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

20.

Zhong Siyuan changed his clothes and put on makeup, looking at himself in the mirror in a daze.

The long scar lingering in my mind, I have imagined thousands of possible reasons within a few minutes.

Fang Zhixing covered up the scar, so he didn't want others to know.

Do you not want everyone to know, or do you not want him to know?

Zhong Siyuan's uncontrollable self-indulgence is sentimental, and his barren imagination immediately becomes colorful when it meets Fang Zhixing.

He recalled Fang Zhixing's legs unconsciously curled up when he was rear-ended during the kick-off banquet. He wanted to check that night, but Fang Zhixing dodged it with a strong reaction.

In the bathroom on the set the next day, he dug out the wrapping paper of the heat sticker from the trash can.

When did it hurt and how did it hurt?It has reached the point of surgery, will it affect normal life?The leg hurts for several days with just one bump. How can you complete one difficult performance after another in the theater with such intensity?

He found that compared with Fang Zhixing's physical condition, the pain of being abandoned suddenly became insignificant.

Nothing is more important than Fang Zhixing standing in front of him safe and sound.

Zhong Siyuan couldn't sit still anymore, he desperately wanted to drag Fang Zhixing in front of him and force him to ask him what was going on.

Fang Zhixing put on makeup first. The theme of the cloud is melancholy. They wore the same style of hazy blue thick knit sweaters, matching the looks in the play. Lucy also gave Fang Zhixing a little curly hair. In addition, his A small sequin was pasted under each eyelid, and a few white feathers were glued to the end of the eyelashes, which made him look a little more ungraspable, just like the feeling of Yu Ran in the later stage, very ethereal, as if at any time It can disappear anywhere.

He ran to Zhong Siyuan with a smile on his face, clenched his hands and raised them in front of him: "I have candy in my hand, I'll give it to you if I guess right."

Zhong Siyuan was dazzled by that smile, and his expression became more serious. He seemed unwilling to cooperate with this kind of boring game, so he casually tapped the back of Fang Zhixing's hand perfunctorily.

"Ah oh." Fang Zhixing spread out his left hand, holding a five-pointed star made of fluorescent paper in his palm.

The paper is milky white with sequins on the surface, and the bright lights in the dressing room reflect colorful colors.Fang Zhixing's eyes reflected the five-color streamer, which looked bright and moving. He smiled and said, "You have won a star. I will reward you and give you candies."

He spread out his right hand, with a fruit candy hidden in his palm.

Zhong Siyuan held the star and the candy, knowing that no matter what he drew, the final result would not change.

Fang Zhixing will not let him lose.

He peeled off the candy wrapper and threw the candy into his mouth.

The chaotic and ups and downs gradually calmed down amidst the spreading orange smell.

He had to keep calm, Fang Zhixing had too many doubts, and he had to figure it out bit by bit.

This theme is in a gloomy style, no extra decorations and props are needed, and the photographer requires the simplest presentation.

They stood in front of the camera, not moving much, Fang Zhixing's expression was empty, showing daze and numbness, Zhong Siyuan's face was cold, and his whole body was covered with frost.They are like two people who can't reach each other's heart no matter what, they are close at hand but thousands of miles apart.

The photographer was very satisfied, and took several groups like this, asking them to be more intimate.

The sweater was loose, and Fang Zhixing was too thin to hold on. The neckline was slack, revealing a large protruding collarbone, adding a sense of weakness.

In the end, Zhong Siyuan was affected. He hugged Fang Zhixing from behind in an entangled posture, with one arm around his waist, and the other across his chest to hold his shoulders and neck.

He lowered his head deeply, and sniffed lightly along Fang Zhixing's ear with the tip of his nose. The warm breath brushed the hair around his ear, lingered on his neck, and stopped on his shoulder.

Zhong Siyuan expresses Cheng Hao's pain and struggle of being unable to grasp his lover very well.

Fang Zhixing tilted his head slightly, lowered his eyes, and the white feathers at the end of his eyes trembled slightly. He didn't give any response, and showed his silent refusal vividly.

Zhong Siyuan suddenly tightened his arms, and his lips pressed against the bare skin on Fang Zhixing's back shoulder.

Fang Zhixing was too thin, such a hugging posture seemed to make the bones pierce into the flesh and soul, and it hurt him a lot.

Like a bird in a cage, Fang Zhixing was besieged.

He felt a sad emotion for no reason, the pain made people want to cry.

He uncontrollably caressed the tight arms around his waist, his stagnant expression shattered bit by bit, he seemed to be torn apart by some kind of unspeakable pain, the blood in front of his eyes was surging, he desperately wanted to take the people behind him with him Fall into hell together.

Fang Zhixing's mentality was completely distorted, his calm face remained unchanged, but the extreme madness appeared in his eyes.

He sinks into his own world, collapses, destroys, and repeats itself.

The light tube above the head flickered suddenly, and at the moment when light and darkness intertwined, the breath between the shoulders and neck suddenly lightened.

He heard Zhong Siyuan read his name in a low and deep voice——

"Qingqing..."

Fang Zhixing suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Zhong Siyuan said to him very gently: "After filming, eat more long meat."

The emotions that had climbed to the extreme were completely ignited, and a crystal tear rolled down Fang Zhixing's dull cheek.

The tear was captured when it flowed into the sequins, like a clear crystal, so charming.

"Oh my God..." Behind the photographer, Lucy watched the whole process in a daze, and expressed sincere emotion, "I want to take back what I said before, the magnetic field between them is so compatible."

After the second group was finished, the photographer flipped through the photos for them to see.

In the subsequent continuous shooting, Fang Zhixing perfectly embodies the extreme and madness of Yu Ran after suffering from anxiety disorder, especially his physical/physical resistance, and his soul still involuntarily wants to get close to the other party, and even the last tear that was born due to the emotional turmoil is absolutely perfect. Can be called a classic.

The photographer said to the photo: "I think this one can be used as a promotional photo, and you don't need to look at anything else."

Holding a tissue in his hand, Fang Zhixing sniffed and said, "I feel pretty good too."

He flickered, and another string of pearls fell from his eye sockets.

Lucy brought Fang Zhixing a bottle of drink, and hugged him affectionately: "Why are you still crying, are you in the play?"

Fang Zhixing choked and nodded, he entered the play relying on empathy, he couldn't hold back his emotions, and he didn't dare to say more, Zhong Siyuan's "Qingqing" was so desperate that his bones were shattered.

A few people left in a hurry, Zhong Siyuan took another tissue, dragged Fang Zhixing to him, and wiped away his endless tears with his own hands.

The indifference on his face was washed away by Fang Zhixing's tears, he sighed and said, "Is it raining?"

Fang Zhixing can't be talked about at all now, and he can't stop talking about it.

Zhong Siyuan opened the drink: "Drink, Lucy's drinks are all sugar-free."

Fang Zhixing gulped down a few sips to ease it up a bit, but soon became dissatisfied with more.

He looked at Zhong Siyuan with tears in his eyes, and wanted to ask Zhong Siyuan what he was thinking, why he suddenly called him by his nickname, and if possible, could he call him again.

But he held back, and he still didn't push his limits in pursuing others.

It was still hot to wear a sweater in early autumn, Zhong Siyuan was sweating a little, he tugged at the collar and walked to the dressing room, Fang Zhixing said, "Don't cry, come here and change."

The neckline of the sweater was torn by him, revealing the tattoo on the back of his neck.

When Fang Zhixing saw it, he didn't want to cry anymore, he was a little angry.

I don't know who it is who can let Zhong Siyuan write on him.

The media that the film crew found before only interviewed Zhong Siyuan alone. Later, they deliberately exposed the Reuters photos, and the film crew directly dismissed them.Anyway, the actors have to be officially announced. The producer thought about it and let them interview together, so that the broadcast effect will be better in the future.

The interview questions were all the same, they were nothing more than asking about the two people's feelings about the cooperation, their understanding of the characters, and interesting things after filming. They had already thought about how to answer them on the way here, and Fang Zhixing was able to handle them with ease.

But Zhong Siyuan is not so easy to deal with. Every time he interviews, he cherishes his words like gold. The issues related to the play are not bad. What useful information was squeezed out of his mouth.

The reporter asked him: "Mr. Zhong, you have been transformed into an actor for almost four years. Which do you think is more challenging, from a singer to an actor or from a heterosexual emotional drama to a same-sex emotional drama?"

Zhong Siyuan replied: "There is no comparison."

Fang Zhixing sweated silently for the reporter, feeling that he was an angel in his previous life who was able to interview Zhong Siyuan.

But obviously the media in the circle is quite familiar with Zhong Siyuan's interview style, and the reporter asked the next question without changing his face.

According to the procedure given, the two-person interview went to the end. The reporter was not afraid of being hit, so he added another question cheekily: "Mr. Zhong, I am your fan. During the interview, can you give me this chance?"

Zhong Siyuan nodded.

It can be seen that the reporter really likes Zhong Siyuan, his eyes lit up immediately, and he said excitedly: "Mr. Zhong, I actually liked you when you were a singer! But you haven't sung much in recent years, so I want to ask Would you consider singing the theme song of a web drama?"

Fang Zhixing also looked at Zhong Siyuan.

But Zhong Siyuan's expression didn't fluctuate at all, as if his previous love for music was an illusion, he gave an answer coldly and almost heartlessly: "I don't think about it."

Then he pushed back the seat and walked out.

Fang Zhixing froze in place, unexpected to Zhong Siyuan's reaction.

The reporter was finally a little embarrassed, and lowered his head to pack up the interview papers, looking lonely.

"Are you okay?" Fang Zhixing was afraid that Zhong Siyuan would really offend others, "Ms. Zhong didn't mean that..."

The reporter smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, it's not the first time I've seen such a reaction in so many years."

Fang Zhixing pursed his lips worriedly, got up and went after Zhong Siyuan.

After taking photos and interviews, the set ended in the early morning, and there were only two or three people left in the studio.

Fang Zhixing found Zhong Siyuan at the door. The man was wearing a hat and couldn't tell his expression. When he saw him coming out, he turned his head and said, "I'm going back."

On the way to the parking lot, Zhong Siyuan walked in front. Lin Manman tugged on Fang Zhixing's clothes and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Fang, did you have any problems during the interview? Why is the boss suddenly in a bad mood?"

Fang Zhixing looked at Zhong Siyuan's back.

Yes, in a bad mood, Zhong Siyuan started to feel bad the moment the last question was asked.

He seemed to have been touched by the untouchable Ni Lin, and the name of that Ni Lin was Zhong Siyuan's favorite music.

Fang Zhixing reassured Lin Manman: "It's nothing, Mr. Zhong is tired after filming."

Sitting in the car, Zhong Siyuan seemed to be really tired, he leaned on one side and closed his eyes to rest.

Fang Zhixing didn't bother, and silently looked at the other side of the car window.

After zero o'clock, the bustling city became quiet. Occasionally passing by a residential building, I saw a few sporadic lights. Every light in the middle of the night has its own story.

Some people carnival all night, some people stay up all night, he knew that Zhong Siyuan must not be able to fall asleep.

About four years ago, Zhong Siyuan held his first solo concert in his life.

The concert was huge, and the whole process was filled with crazy screams from fans.

The people on the stage were even crazier than the fans. The guitar strings were plucked until their fingers bleed, and they played the drums so hard that they almost collapsed.

Zhong Siyuan has never been so wild before, as if there is no tomorrow after today, when he sang the last song, his voice was completely hoarse.

The song is called "Long Journey".

After Zhong Siyuan sang, he announced that he would quit the music scene.

The fans who were still immersed in the frantic music were caught off guard when they heard this sentence and thought they were too excited to have auditory hallucinations, but Zhong Siyuan bowed vigorously and heavily to everyone, and stood up for 2 minutes.

Then he threw the guitar on his back, smashed the drum kit, and strode off the stage with aloof and decisive strides.

He threw away his dream, smashed his love, and never looked back.

No one could have expected that Zhong Siyuan's first concert would be his farewell concert, and the fans went crazy, blocking the door and refusing to leave.The media also went crazy. At that time, Zhong Siyuan was a rookie in the music scene and was very popular. His crazy rock and roll flooded into the Chinese music scene like a torrent. No one could have imagined that the storm would come to an abrupt end.

The major media have racked their brains to find out whether this is an unprecedented hype, or there is something else hidden.But what is disappointing is that none of the media has been able to dig out real information from Zhong Siyuan, and the various speculations on the Internet have not been confirmed so far.

And time has proved to everyone that Zhong Siyuan can do what he said. He said he would quit the music scene and he really left. For ten movies, the investor asked him to sing the theme song with a lot of money, but he was flatly rejected, leaving no room for it.

After the farewell show, Zhong Siyuan disappeared from the public eye, and after several months, he announced his entry into the film and television industry.

Fang Zhixing didn't see the news until a long time later, and he was as shocked as the fans who were "stabbed" by Zhong Siyuan at the concert.

He had seen Zhong Siyuan shine on the stage with his own eyes, and he knew how important music was to him.

Like countless fans and even the media, he doesn't know why, and he also wants to open his mind to see the reason.

He felt sorry for Zhong Siyuan, felt sorry for him, and felt sour for the thrown away guitar and smashed stand.

He knows better than anyone what Zhong Siyuan gave up with his own hands.

But he didn't expect Zhong Siyuan to be so sensitive. If he was really willing, it would definitely not be such an untouchable reaction.

The Land Rover stopped downstairs, but Fang Zhixing didn't get out of the car for a long time.

He knew that Zhong Siyuan was awake, but Zhong Siyuan didn't speak to chase him away.

As time passed, Fang Zhixing slowly moved to sit beside Zhong Siyuan.

There were only a few street lamps left in the neighborhood, and the lighting was entirely dependent on the moonlight. He looked at Zhong Siyuan's cold and hard jaw with the faint light.

"Mr. Zhong," Fang Zhixing finally spoke out, and asked softly, "Why don't you sing?"

Sure enough, Zhong Siyuan did not fall asleep, his eyes were cold and awake, and he answered without hesitation: "The record industry is in a downturn, and there is no money to be made, so it's boring."

Fang Zhixing stared at his expression: "You are not the one to give up your ideals for money."

Zhong Siyuan turned to look at him, with a funny expression on his face, he asked back: "You know me well?"

Fang Zhixing paused, looked back frankly, and said calmly and calmly: "Except for my parents and brothers, I know you better than anyone else."

They faced each other in the dark, carrying their own secrets, trying to untie the other person's heart knot.

In the end, Zhong Siyuan's expression relaxed, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to stroke Fang Zhixing's hair. Contrary to the gentle movement, it was his voice without any warmth.

He asked Fang Zhixing like this: "Qingqing, don't you have something to hide?"

Suddenly, Fang Zhixing felt that he was pierced.

The hand turned downward, eventually resting on the knee of his right leg.

Zhong Siyuan fondled it, but didn't point it out, but said suggestively: "Now you are pursuing me, so I won't ask you why, I'll wait for you to be honest first."

He suddenly changed his mind and didn't want to guess what Fang Zhixing was hiding.He softened under Fang Zhixing's growing rigidity, and gave each other the greatest freedom and respect: "When are you ready, come to me to exchange this answer."