Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

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The Land Rover braked to a sudden stop, and Zhong Siyuan quickly grabbed the handrail.

He just woke up from a chaotic old dream, with an unfriendly aura all over his body: "What's wrong?"

The driver was over forty years old, calmly stopped the car and applied the handbrake: "The car in front rear-ended."

Lin Manman turned around and asked, "Boss, are you alright?"

Zhong Siyuan looked at the windshield: "It's okay."

"Boss," Lin Manman poked his head out of the car window, "It seems that the car Teacher Fang was riding in was hit."

Zhong Siyuan's breath was stagnant, and the tails of his sharp eyes suddenly raised.

He opened the car door without a moment's hesitation. The suburban road was wide, the air was fresh, and there was no hustle and bustle of the city. He heard his heart beating suddenly.

The people in the van turned their horses on their backs, and the horse that turned over was called "Fang Zhixing".

He wiped the dirt all over his body like a gray cat, but fortunately he had already breathed a sigh of relief and was struggling to get up from the ground.

This is what Zhong Siyuan saw when he got into the car. The car was small, and he had to bow his back. The debris was knocked out by the impact and rolled everywhere. He stepped on countless things all the way to get to the right place. In front of Zhixing, he saw a sweaty neck.

He knelt down on one knee, supported Fang Zhixing's thin shoulders, and asked in a deep voice, "Where did you fall?"

Fang Zhixing thought it was some kind-hearted elder brother sitting next to him who came to help him, when he suddenly heard Zhong Siyuan's voice, his heart skipped a beat, he suddenly raised his head, in the dimly lit carriage, the other person's gaze was cold and unfamiliar.

Fang Zhixing was dumbfounded: "Why are you here?"

Zhong Siyuan slipped his hands, passed Fang Zhixing's armpit to lift him up, and asked again: "Where did you fall?"

No..." Fang Zhi moved his right leg, "I didn't fall. "

Zhong Siyuan stared at his movements, a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "What's wrong with your legs?"

Fang Zhixing frowned, and he moved slightly, without realizing why this person is so sensitive...

After contacting the traffic police, the driver returned to the car, rushed to the back and said, "Attention everyone, this car can't leave for the time being. The crew said they would send a car to pick us up when we are in the city, but we will have to wait a little longer."

There was a commotion in the car, Zhong Siyuan turned his head and asked, "Can I go?"

Fang Zhixing nodded.

"get off."

He got out of the car after Zhong Siyuan, and the knee he hit was relieved, and the pain was no longer there.In order to show that he was fine, Fang Zhixing jumped off the last step.

Lin Manman waited outside to avoid being photographed, and stuck the hat on Zhong Siyuan's head first.Then he asked, "Teacher Fang, are you okay?"

Fang Zhixing shook his head: "It's okay, I just fell."

"We were scared to death. I heard that the car you were riding in rear-ended, the boss rushed over directly."

Fang Zhixing was taken aback for a moment, and glanced at Zhong Siyuan. His face was stern and serious under the brim of his hat, and he couldn't hide his displeasure.

Zhong Siyuan said coldly: "Get in the car."

"I……"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhong Siyuan turned around and walked towards the car.

Lin Manman leaned over and said in a low voice, "I feel ashamed when I expose it. Our boss is arrogant."

Fang Zhixing forced a smile.

He didn't refuse anymore, and waited for the crew to send a car to pick him up, delaying the opening banquet.

When passing by the vehicle that caused the accident, he inevitably saw the crushed buttocks of the car, Fang Zhixing's face turned pale, and he hastily rolled his eyes away.

Before getting in the car, Fang Zhixing patted the ashes off his body. Fortunately, he was wearing black today, so he didn't look dirty.

Zhong Siyuan sat on the other side with his forehead propped up, his eyes closed.

That's good, they don't have to be embarrassed because they have nothing to say.

The rear seat of the Land Rover is spacious, and Fang Zhixing was finally able to stretch his legs and feet. The sticky sweat evaporated a little bit, and he looked out the window with wandering eyes.

In fact, Fang Zhixing, who is a little more sober, should be able to detect something is wrong.

Zhong Siyuan had already left, how could he be behind him, how did he know he was in that car, and why did he rush up to find him.

But he can't think so much now, too many things have happened in the past two days, and this unexpected accident made him even more confused.

The flickering headlights, screeching brakes, and the reverberation of the body colliding with the body were all vivid in his memory, and he was a little out of breath.

Fang Zhixing slept on the comfortable back seat of the Land Rover. When he woke up, the car had already driven to the urban area. He was still leaning against the window, his neck was a little sore, and he turned around twice while holding the back of his neck. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhong Siyuan leaning against another Looking at the phone sideways.

The cold white light from the screen hit his face, making him even colder.He looked at the phone and said, "Xiaoman, is the schedule for next month out?"

The carriage had probably been quiet for a long time, but Lin Manman didn't react when he spoke suddenly. Before answering, he turned around and glanced at Fang Zhixing, making sure that he had woken up before saying, "It's out, do you want to see it?"

"Well, send it to me."

Fang Zhixing clasped his arms to wake himself up. A few seconds later, Zhong Siyuan said again, "Take a bottle of water."

Lin Manman opened the armrest box, took out a bottle of purified water, and handed it directly to Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing paused: "It's not what I want."

Lin Manman smiled and threw the bottled water to him: "Boss never drinks cold water."

"Ah?" Fang Zhixing caught it in a daze, did Zhong Siyuan ask for water for him?

"Oh, thanks."

He unscrewed the bottle cap and took two sips, which relieved the dryness of his throat. It must be said that Zhong Siyuan was well-bred, and as a victim of being abandoned, he was still so kind to his ex-boyfriend.

Fang Zhixing's untimely feeling of loss, this feeling is not unfamiliar, it has been experienced repeatedly in the past, and it has eased a lot in the past two years.

Today's source probably comes from people who could be said to be acquainted with each other in the past. During the silent years and the time when we didn't see each other, there were gradually changes that we couldn't fathom.

For example, in the past, Zhong Siyuan was afraid of the heat, and the ice water in the small refrigerator in the dormitory was not cut off when he first entered the summer. Time passed, and the other party's preferences changed, but he learned from another population.

It turned out that they had missed it for so long.

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We arrived at the hotel ten minutes later.

The film crew started the film in a low-key manner without any publicity, and the launch party in the evening was naturally not that big of a scene. It just opened a banquet hall in the hotel and had a meal together as a cutscene.

Fang Zhixing got out of the car. The journey took a long time, and his muscles and bones were sore from sitting.

When walking up the steps of the hotel, Fang Zhixing's movements were a little unnatural, but he calmly adjusted and pinched the base of his thigh when no one was paying attention.

Chen Hua didn't know who told him that Fang Zhixing's car had rear-ended. After arriving at the banquet hall, he immediately saw that there was no serious problem, so he was relieved and went back to the table of the director's team to prepare for dinner.

Chinese people pay attention to good days and auspicious days, and the opening banquet starts on time at 58:[-] p.m.

The banquet hall was very lively. Actors, directors, film crews, and investors gathered together, drinking and drinking, and the air was filled with the faint aroma of wine.

Fang Zhixing had a round of drinks with the director and screenwriter, a second round with the investor, and was forced to have a third round with the crew.

All the actors who participated in the online drama performance were present, and they happened to be familiar with each other in advance, and Fang Zhixing recognized them all.

Zhong Siyuan was sitting next to him, he didn't drink alcohol from the beginning to the end, just like a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world.

After drinking for three rounds, Fang Zhixing finally stopped to eat something.

He drank a lot, and the smell of alcohol lingered in his head, his black and white eyeballs were covered with mist, making him look very gentle.

Zhong Siyuan was pulled away by the director and the screenwriter, and the actors on the table, familiar and unfamiliar, gathered together in twos and threes, but Fang Zhixing seemed to be alone.

He chewed slowly with a piece of squid tentacle, out of tune with the excitement around him, he had no intention of making friends with people from all walks of life, he was pulled by inexplicable emotions after witnessing the car accident, and he felt a bit of happiness after drinking and eating .

Su Mo'er wandered back and forth among the investors, swayed back gracefully, and sat down on Zhong Siyuan's seat.

Fang Zhixing has a good capacity for alcohol, but he drank too much tonight, and his head was a little clouded at the moment. He looked at Su Mo'er and said defensively, "This is not your position."

"I know." Su Mo'er shook the goblet in her hand and smiled, "Shall we have a drink?"

Fang Zhixing clinked glasses with her cheerfully, he didn't do anything tonight, he drank all the white and red beer.

Su Mo'er still didn't leave after drinking, she leisurely crossed her legs and watched other people talking and drinking, all of them blushing.

Fang Zhixing ate two shrimps and turned around: "Why are you still here?"

Su Mo'er put the wine glass on the table, folded her white arms around her chest, and asked unexpectedly, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Fang Zhixing almost choked: "...what?"

Su Mo'er could understand his expression, she moved closer and said, "Do you want to fall in love?"

Fang Zhixing leaned back, with question marks all over his head.

Under the light, the delicate makeup on Su Mo'er's face looked magnificent. She looked like a wild huntress who raided in the dark night, aiming at her prey with a dagger in her hand.There is no doubt that Fang Zhixing is the lamb she can catch.Su Mo'er smiled frivolously, but her tone was very serious: "Fall in love with me, I will make you popular."

"Have you watched "Make a Living"?" Su Mo'er said, "In that movie, Zhong Siyuan won the best actor, and I won the best actress. Stay with me, I will give you resources, help you clear the way, and make you popular within a year How about Zhong Siyuan?"

Fang Zhixing was frightened awake by drinking, are all the girls in the entertainment industry so unrestrained now?Are the female stars starting to take care of their little lovers?

Fang Zhixing looked at her with a headache, "Did I give you some illusion?"

Su Mo'er didn't take his passive resistance to heart at all, and said clearly: "I know, it's a bit embarrassing for a man to be raised by a woman and pass it on, but I can assure you, as long as you don't take the initiative to say it, I will definitely not The relationship between us will be exposed first. All you have to do is cooperate with me and be my boyfriend, and I can give you everything you want."

Fang Zhixing was almost laughed at by Su Mo'er, and asked back, "Why do you think I want to be popular?"

Su Mo'er said it as a matter of course: "There is no one in this circle who doesn't want to be popular."

Fang Zhixing blinked his eyes, his eyes flickered, and among all kinds of figures, his pupils stained with water vapor were fixed on a cold face.

——Zhong Siyuan was listening to Li Haiping with his head slightly lowered.

Fang Zhixing chuckled, and his tone became firm as his eyes gradually lost focus: "I don't want to be popular. Teacher Su, thank you for your love."

Zhong Siyuan frowned, and there were three big characters written on his face: "Not happy."

Su Mo'er said indifferently: "Don't say it too early, you have three months to regret it."

After speaking, she left with the big wave.

Fang Zhixing didn't notice her leaving at all, he just looked at Zhong Siyuan with all his heart, there was music playing in the banquet hall, the distance was far away, and the voices were noisy, it could only be seen from his movements that Zhong Siyuan was refusing.

Attracted by the voice, Chen Hua quickly joined Li Haiping's camp, pointing to the small stage in front of the banquet hall from time to time.These two were kind to Zhong Siyuan for their knowledge and support, and they had a very good relationship in private.The two joined forces to persuade him for a long time, playing both soft and hard ways, and finally Chen Hua resorted to his trump card, making a gesture of snoring Zhong Siyuan's hair.

Zhong Siyuan shook his head helplessly, took off his casual shirt and threw it to Li Haiping. He walked to the side of the banquet hall, whispered a few words to the music staff, and stood in the center of the stage.

The banquet hall suddenly fell silent, the light and shadows dimmed, and a few rays of light all fell on Zhong Siyuan.

He was wearing a pure white T-shirt, with a row of well-defined collarbones under his collar. He was too tall, so he had to bow slightly to pull the stand microphone to a suitable height. Tattoos are not meant to be exposed.

Fang Zhixing's blood suddenly cooled down, and he clearly saw a letter tattooed on the back of Zhong Siyuan's neck.

a Q.

It is self-evident what the letters mean.

Fang Zhixing leaned on the back of the chair in a daze, it turned out that too much time had passed, long enough for someone Zhong Siyuan to be willing to engrave on his body.

Zhong Siyuan hooked his hand, and the person next to him brought him a guitar.

All around screamed one after another, Fang Zhixing watched Zhong Siyuan straddle the guitar on his body, plucking the strings with his slender fingers to test the sound, not daring to blink.

After a while of debugging, Zhong Siyuan approached the microphone and said, "Hi everyone, I'm Zhong Siyuan."

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience applauded thunderously.

Zhong Siyuan said lightly amidst the hustle and bustle of voices: "I haven't sung in public for a long time. Today's new drama starts. It's a rare opportunity. Director Chen and Editor Li are both here. I will sing a warm-up song casually. I wish "" "Missing a Wasted Name" was filmed smoothly."

After he finished speaking, he patted the guitar twice, pressed the strings with his fingertips, and with a light pluck, the sound of the piano sounded.

At that moment, the indifference on Zhong Siyuan's face suddenly broke, and he had an expression, looking arrogant and arrogant.

He spoke, and the Cantonese singing echoed in the banquet hall.

"With the wind blowing gently until you step into my heart

change my life in one breath

No amount of enthusiasm can be counted

But there is no need to be afraid of the wind and rain.”

Fang Zhixing watched from a distance, and his heart was cut, not deep but painful.

Once upon a time, he stood next to the opponent at close range, feeling the explosive beat like dense raindrops hitting every nerve crazily.

No one would not be attracted by such an eye-catching Zhong Siyuan.

The lights became hotter, and Zhong Siyuan in front of him was glowing.

Fang Zhixing felt that he was being roasted on the fire.

He recalled how Zhong Siyuan used to sing rock and roll with an electric guitar on his back on the show, and he seemed to be able to tear people apart when he became crazy.

Zhong Siyuan sang to a climax, and pulled the microphone down wildly.

Fang Zhixing drank another glass of wine and squeezed the goblet tightly in his hand.

To this day, he finds that he is still unwilling.

He still wanted to ask Zhong Siyuan's forgiveness, like a hopeless gambler who sacrificed his wealth and life in exchange for another chance.

But he must be the most timid gambler, he has no desire to spend a lot of money, and he dare not show one percent courage.

After Zhong Siyuan sang the last line, he picked up the guitar, walked off the stage, declined the wine glasses offered by others all the way, took back the shirt from Li Haiping's hand, and pointed to his own table: "I will rest for a while."

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"Season of the Wind"

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