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The media day ended with a dinner.

The media went back with a video that was less than 10s long. The video was released that night, and Wu Guangji, who used to force Lai Lai on the Internet, is now also looking for money to choose actors.

They closed their mouths in dismay.

In the 10s video, Wang Ping and Ji walked in the air, flying over the eaves and walls, doing every move, handsome like ordinary people.

@小: [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! ! !Brother Wang Ping is so handsome! !Brother Wang Ping marry me! ! ! ! 】

@得到真的了: [I wipe it, I wipe it, I wipe it, so these two people are a good match from modern makeup to ancient costumes! ! ! !Immortal Couple, this is Immortal Couple! ! ! 】

@委走不实不正级妈妈: [My god, this Wia show is so cool! ! !So Wia, who can dance, looks so handsome! ! ! 】

@内走不定正常妈妈: [My God, Ji Zou, can you take a look at the camera when you are being interviewed, Wang Ping is not a camera, Wang Ping is not a camera! ! 】

No matter how turbulent the online world is and how tempting the star chasing girls are, the only thing an actor has to do well is to act.

So after the media left, the crew was calm. Everyone filmed the fight scene in stages for four days, and finally gathered all the shots that should be there.

When work was over on the last day, the light rain was hazy, and Wang Ping got off the Wia suit. He felt that his arms and legs were not his own. It was purely supported by his thoughts, so he didn't directly lie on the crew floor.

"Wang Ping has worked hard." Wu Guangji took the initiative to come to him, "Tomorrow we will be shooting Tang Lao and Xiao Tao's plot, and you and Ji Zuo can have a day off."

Although it is said to be a holiday, Wang Ping will definitely come to watch and study Tang Lao's play.

So Wang Ping just nodded casually, and didn't really regard tomorrow as a holiday.

"Wang Ping." Wu Guangji lit a cigarette, coveting Wang Ping, "Do you know what holiday means?".

Wang Ping: "...What do you mean?"

Wu Guangji smiled: "Just go back to play, sleep, whatever you want."

Wu Guangji let out a puff of smoke, and smiled at Wang Ping: "So, if I see you on the set tomorrow, you won't be in any future scenes, understand?"

"...I understand."

Wu Guangji glanced at Wang Ping's trembling legs, heard the reluctance in his words, shook his head with a headache, but did not change his stubbornness.

It is true that Wu Guangji likes to work hard, to be overloaded, and to be dedicated.

But Jingye worked so hard to become Wang Ping... Even if he was a professional like Wu Guangji, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

"You are not allowed to read the script either." Wu Guangji finally said, "Take a complete rest and don't think about anything related to filming."

After finishing speaking, Wu Guangji didn't bother to talk to Wang Ping, smoked a cigarette, dragged his pace, and left.

·

When Wang Ping and Wu Guangji were explaining about the holiday tomorrow, Ji Zuo had been standing aside in the rain.

It was already evening, the sky was black, and the whole set was dimmed by the cold rain into a gray tone. Ji Zuo stood in the gray tone, which was the deepest gray.

Ji Zuo's hair was a little wet from the light rain, and it stuck to his face, making his face paler, but he didn't hide from the rain, he just stood there.

Ji Zuo didn't want to take a vacation, just like he didn't want to go back to Sichuan.

"Student, go out to play tomorrow?"

After Wang Ping finished talking with the director, he quickly turned his head to look for Ji Zou. He was not afraid of the rain, he raised his feet and slapped on the water, and ran to Ji Zou happily.

"My school is less than an hour's drive away. I'll take you back to my high school tomorrow?" Wang Ping said to Ji Zuo with a smile.

The two got very close, exchanging warm air with each other, not as cold as before.

Recently, Wang Ping has become more and more clingy, sticking to Ji Zou when he has free time, and playing with Ji Zou on rare holidays.

There is nothing wrong with Ji Zuo saying that he is a child.

The children just hold hands, and they have to go out on holidays, check in at the zoo, and go back to school to play football.

Ji Zou raised his head, looked at Wang Ping's bright eyes, and felt that his chest, which had been blowing cold wind non-stop since just now, seemed to be warmer.

But this time, Ji Zuo didn't agree to Wang Ping, he shook his head and lowered his face.

"I'm sorry, Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zuo said, "I can't do it tomorrow, I have something to do."

·

Until after taking a shower, Wang Ping was still thinking about Ji Zou's expression of rejecting him at the end - he didn't know what to say, anyway, it wasn't like Ji Zou usually.

It looked gloomy, cold, and... sad.

Ji Zuo didn't know what was wrong, and in the end he didn't even laugh anymore, saying that he was a little tired, rejected Wang Ping's appointment to have dinner together, and locked himself in the room.

Wang Ping sat on the bed for a while, dried his hair, but still couldn't stay.

Wang Ping rushed downstairs with his wallet and ran into the canteen on the first floor of the dormitory building.

It is said to be a canteen, but the products here are very complete, especially in the category of snacks.

Wang Ping pushed a shopping cart, such as cucumber-flavored potato chips, Weilong's spicy sticks, Dove's chocolate, Pepsi's cola, whatever he liked, put them all in the shopping cart, and finally bought three bags of snacks, Go knock on the door of Ji Zou.

"Tang Jialin?" Ji Zuo's voice and footsteps came from inside, "I don't want to eat, you..."

Ji walked and opened the door while talking.

The moment he opened the door, Wang Ping saw that his eyes were drooping and his shoulders were not straight; when he looked over his shoulders, the room was pitch black.

The lights are not on...

Wang Ping raised his head, saw Ji Zuo's eyes full of surprise, and smiled at him.

"Hey, junior." Wang Ping held up three packs of snacks and dangled them in front of Ji Zuo, "It's not rice, it's snacks. Is this okay?"

"I'm coming in!" Wang Ping said as he unceremoniously squeezed into Ji Zou's room, passing the switch, Wang Ping stretched out his hand and turned on the light in Ji Zou's room.

In an instant, the room brightened up.

Ji Zuo stood at the door, watching Wang Ping go straight to his sofa and sit down, then shook open the bag, shaking out all the snacks.

The originally empty desktop was instantly filled with snacks, and the sofa, which was originally neat and a bit rigid, suddenly became a mess after Wang Ping threw a few pillows.

After completely messing up Ji Zou's room, Wang Ping took out a red and blue game console and shook it at Ji Zou: "You have something to do tomorrow, so we can play together tonight, okay?"

Ji Zuo still stood, didn't say anything, and looked left and right at the room where he suddenly had a breath of life.

Before Wang Ping came, Ji Zuo had been lying on the bed thinking about tomorrow - he was lying lazily in the dark, not wanting to turn on the lights or move.

But after Wang Ping came...

Ji Zou took a look around his suddenly enlightened room, looked at the piled up coffee tables, and Wang Ping, who was sitting on the sofa and wearing a beige sweater, who looked very warm at first glance...

Ji Zuo smiled, walked over, and sat next to Wang Ping.

"Would you like to visit my island?" Wang Ping asked him.

"Okay." Ji Zuo took the game console Wang Ping gave him.

Wang Ping immediately started to operate, and Ji Zuo looked at Wang Ping's island name—how would he know the island without looking at it.

Hmm... quite Wang Ping style.

Wang Ping directed the villains in the game to go around, and showed Ji Zou his "How to know the island without looking at it".

Animal Crossing is really a very lazy game, but the style of painting is very healing, and the little animals are very cute.

Wang Ping showed Ji Zou his unique island decoration, and showed him the friends on the island. After the introduction, he threw the switch to Ji Zou.

Wang Ping unpacked the cucumber-flavored potato chips, shook the package, picked out the largest and most complete piece, lifted it up, and put it on Ji Zuo's lips.

"This taste is delicious." Wang Ping looked at him, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Ji Zuo opened his mouth and bit the potato chips, looked at Wang Ping with a smile in his eyes, "It's delicious."

Wang Ping: "..."

Wang Ping stared at Ji Zuo's slightly curved lips.

This person—the corners of his lips are curved, but his eyes are not at all.

Ji Zuo's smile is only on his mouth, not in his eyes, let alone in his heart.

Then why is he laughing...

Wang Ping put the bag of potato chips aside, looked at Ji Zou, and asked seriously, "Ji Zou, are you unhappy?"

The fragrance of cucumbers remained in Ji Zuo's mouth, and when he heard Wang Ping's question, the fragrance turned into a cold knife, making him suffocate.

Ji Zou paused, then laughed: "Of course I'm not unhappy."

Look.

Just like now, Ji Zuo was laughing, but Wang Ping felt that he seemed to be crying.

Wang Ping frowned at him for a long time, then reached out and touched the top of Ji Zou's head.

"Ji Zou, please be happy." Wang Ping said softly.

Ji Zuo had a sore nose, but he still smiled at Wang Ping: "I will be happy, you are here, why am I not happy?"

·

In the end, Wang Ping stayed in Ji's room until one o'clock, and then reluctantly went back to sleep in his room.

Wang Ping woke up very early the next day, but when he went out, Ji Zuo had already left for work, and he only ran into Tang Jialin who came back from nowhere in the corridor.

"Why didn't you walk with Ji?" Wang Ping asked.

"Ah, the boss is like this every time he comes back." Tang Jialin said, "He always told us not to drop off at the bus station, and take the bus to do business by ourselves."

……every time?

Wang Ping keenly grasped this key word.

"Is your boss from Sichuan?" Wang Ping asked, "What is he doing here?"

"Then I don't know." Tang Jialin smiled naively, "Brother Tong told me not to ask—Mr. Wang, don't worry, the ecology of Ji Zuo's fan circle is different from yours. There are basically no illegitimate children. no problem."

"……Fine."

Wang Ping couldn't ask any questions from Tang Jialin whose heart was thicker than a corn kernel, so he could only let him go.

Wang Ping went downstairs to have breakfast, went back to his room and played with Dongsen for a while, and when he looked up at the time, it was only nine o'clock in the morning.

so boring……

Wang Ping was so idle that his hair almost grew.

Wu Guangji didn't allow him to go to the set, and the surrounding area was a wasteland where chickens didn't lay eggs and birds didn't shit. Except for a small shop, there wasn't even a store within a radius of ten miles.

But let him run out to play by himself...

It's no fun to be alone.

Wang Ping turned around in boredom, from upstairs to downstairs, and just arrived at the front desk, he saw an old man dressed as a farmer, leading two eight or nine-year-old children to talk to the front desk.

The old man speaks Sichuan dialect, and the front desk is from the Northeast, so it's like a chicken talking to a duck.

Wang Ping heard the old man asking, "Is Ji Zou Best Actor here?"

Quarter away?

Is it family?

Wang Ping walked over to the old man and took over the conversation: "Are you looking for Ji to leave? He's gone out."

Hearing that Wang Ping spoke Sichuan dialect, the old man immediately ignored the front desk and turned to look at Wang Ping.

"Oh." The old man was a little disappointed, "He's gone out."

"Do you have anything to do?" Wang Ping said, "I know him very well. If you need anything, you can call me."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." The old man waved quickly, "I just brought the dolls to see him."

Doll... child? ? ? ? ?

boom!A thunderbolt flew to Wang Ping's world view on the flat ground—heaven!collapse!land!crack!

Wang Ping slowly turned his head to look at the two children following the old man—the two cubs were at least nine years old and walked up.

Nine years ago... Ji Zuo was able to have children at the age of nine? ? ? ?

Wang Ping looked at the old man in horror.

"No, no, no." The old man interpreted Wang Ping's meaning from his expression, and quickly waved his hands, "You misunderstood, this is a child from our school—the school donated by Ji Yingdi is nearby."

"...School?" Wang Ping was even more surprised.

·

The actor who donated the school and was chased to the set to thank him is standing under a green hill at this moment.

Just after Ji Zuo finished burning the paper money, he picked up the chrysanthemums he bought on the ground and turned to Qingshan.

It's not Qingming or other festivals at this time, and there are few people at the foot of the green hill.

At this time, Qingshan was shrouded in a layer of clouds and mist, and the light rain kept falling, making this place extremely quiet.

Ji Zuo looked up at the green hills.

On the beautiful mountain, his...all relatives are buried.

Ji Zuo stood for a while, drank a glass of iced Americano in the rain, and then went up the mountain with chrysanthemums in his hands.

The mountain became even more silent. This mountain is not a formal cemetery, and many graves don't even have names.

Ji walked all the way up, his leather shoes kept slipping on the wet soil, and it took him more than half an hour to climb to where he was going.

He put flowers on the grave.

Light rain fell from the cracks in the trees, wet Ji Zuo's hair, Ji Zuo put plastic paper on it, knelt down and kowtowed, and stood up again.

From the beginning to the end, his heart was empty, without a word, let alone a request.

Ji Zuo took out the coffee from his bag, and the bitter and cold liquid flowed into his stomach. He stood in front of the tree and drank the coffee, seeming to swallow all the tears in his stomach.

Before leaving, Ji Zuo said:

"Forget it, there is nothing to ask for."

"You are all right, I will work hard on my own."

·

When Wang Ping went upstairs to find Tang Jialin, he was still recalling what the old man had just said to him.

The old man said that Ji Zuo donated to the primary school because he hoped that more children would have the opportunity to study and change their own destiny.

and.

Ji Zuo not only donated to E Primary School, he also helped many orphans in the village, saying that he hoped that they would also grow up strong and well.

While Wang Ping was thinking, he caught Tang Jialin who was having an affair with his assistant in the dormitory on the third floor, pulled Tang Jialin out, and went to the end of the corridor to talk.

"Teacher Wang...what's wrong?" Tang Jialin was a little startled by Wang Ping.

"I heard that your boss donated the school?" Wang Ping asked.

"Harmful--"

Tang Jialin thought it was something, and was quite frightened—then he asked about donating a school.

"I donated." Tang Jialin said lightly, "I donated to more than a dozen schools, and there are all over the country."

"Then why... we in the circle don't know about it?" Wang Ping asked - it's fine to do a good deed without publishing a draft, at least let's talk to each other in the circle.

"Then I don't know..." Tang Jialin said.

"The boss said that it's normal not to leave names for good deeds..." Tang Jialin scratched at his hair, "He even donated anonymously to many schools, so how do you know?"

"Oh."

Wang Ping lowered his eyelashes, thought for a while, and then said to Tang Jialin, "Can I trouble you to give me a ride?"

Wang Ping said, "I want to go to the bus stop your boss went to in the morning."

·

Ji walked all the way down the mountain, walked to the main road, and went to take the bus.

Ji Zuo didn't take an umbrella, and when he walked to the bus stop in the rain, his hair was so wet that he could drip.

A dusty minibus stopped at the bus stop, Ji Zuo stepped up the steps, threw two coins with a bang, and silently chose the window seat at the end.

Plug in the earphones, close your eyes, and put your head against the dirty car window.

Ji Zuo hardly slept last night. After the car started, the window slapped his head with the bumps of the car, but even so, Ji Zuo fell asleep in a daze.

In the dream, he returned to his past.

Ji Zuo was an orphan since he was a child.

When he was young, he was not called Ji Zou, but Ji Yangyang, Yang of the Sunshine—no one told him why he was called by this name, but if the person who chose this name expected him to be like the Sunshine, then he really let that person disappointed.

Because Ji Zuo had no parents, he was thin, he studied well and was excluded, so he was withdrawn and didn't like to talk since he was a child.

It doesn't matter to Ji Zuo, he doesn't need to make friends, as long as he has his grandmother who has been taking care of him as a friend.

Life is good like this, Ji Zuo will study hard and grow up, find a decent job, and live with his grandma all the time.

But later.

Ji Zuo remembered very clearly that it was April when he was 14 years old.

One day in April, he was called out by his teacher, and when he went to the hospital, he only waited for his grandma's...

It was a sudden disaster.

There is no one else to rely on around Ji Zuo, so he can only ask the teacher for leave and go home to deal with things by himself.

At that time, Ji Zuo was just short in stature, with long hair, and had no sense of presence in the class. Therefore, his request for leave did not cause much discussion or sensation.

This is the case for leave.

Death, perhaps even more so.

Ji Zou's name was changed by himself.

When he was dealing with the funeral, he changed his name to "Go".

To go means to leave this world.

Ji Zuo really didn't want to live anymore.

But Ji Zuo didn't want to trouble anyone.

So he was going to go back to school, empty out his things, and then find a place where he would not disturb others, just die casually.

Therefore, when Ji was grabbed by a group of gangsters while walking in the alley next to the school, he didn't have any intention of resisting.

Ji Zuo handed over the money, but the gangsters didn't want the money, they threw the money away, and the money danced in the sun and fell again, scattered all over the ground.

Ji Zuo was thrown into the pile of money by the gangsters, and the gangsters raised their hands and were ready to beat him.

Ji Zuo didn't resist.

Ji Zuo opened his eyes, looking coldly at the fist that hit him.

If resistance was meaningful, why did fate treat him like this.

He is not afraid of death, is he afraid of pain?

However, in the next moment.

The gangster who was punching him was pulled away by the collar, and then another person who had just kicked away was swung by a long schoolbag, screamed, and turned to the other side .

"And it's you guys."

A very good-looking boy in Zhou Zheng's school uniform pulled away the third person who walked around Ji Zou, spread his feet apart, turned his back to Ji Zou, and stood in front of Ji Zou majestically.

The floor was full of filth, I don't know how much garbage mixed with the smell of low-quality snacks and chili oil, Ji Zuo lay on such a dirty floor, looking at the people who blocked him.

It was a very slender and tall boy from the back view.

He opened his hands and stood in front of Ji Zuo. His thin back, clean white shirt, and hair glistened in the sunlight from the cracks in the alley.

"Damn, Wang Ping is out to meddle in his own business again."

"Damn it, I can't beat him, run—"

"Weak chicken! What are you running for? Call your boss over to single out—"

Just as Wang Ping was about to catch up with his schoolbag, he took a step when he suddenly remembered something, turned around, and handed his hand to Ji Zuo who was lying on the ground.

Ji Zu stared blankly at the hand stretched out in front of him.

That hand was slender, beautiful, even a little like a girl's hand.

Most importantly, those hands are very clean.

Ji Zuo's hand just rubbed against the dirty ground, now it's full of dirt, he doesn't want to touch Wang Ping.

Wang Ping didn't know what this thin-looking junior was thinking, anyway, he grabbed his junior's hand and pulled him up without hesitation.

The moment Ji Zuo's icy fingers touched Wang Ping's, an astonishing warmth swept over.

"Student, are you okay? Go to the school hospital to deal with it, and I will chase them to avenge you." Wang Ping pulled Ji Zou up, patted him, and threw all the paper on him to him .

Wang Ping laughed: "Don't be afraid of them, a group of weak chickens, come here and I'll beat you - if someone bullies you in the future, you can find me in Class 26. My name is Wang Ping, and I will protect you!"

While speaking, Wang Ping glanced at the person who was about to run away, hung his schoolbag on his body, and ran away.

Outside the alley, there is sunshine in full bloom at the turn of spring and summer.

Wang Ping ran into the bright sunlight outside, turned around in the bright light again, and waved to Ji Zuo who was standing there in a daze in the alley.

"Class 26! Wang Ping! Remember it!!" Wang Ping shouted.

The sun illuminated Wang Ping's already fair skin and turned his brown hair tips into gold.

A ray of light was behind Wang Ping.

This ray of light tore apart Ji Zuo's gloomy life in such a powerful way, and poked in.

After Wang Ping finished speaking, he ran away after the person.

Ji walked in the alley and stood for a long time, then slowly squatted down, trying to pick up the money scattered on the ground.

Ji Zuo stretched out his hand, without even touching the corner of the money, he felt water roll out of his eye sockets.

First one, then countless.

Ji walked squatting on the ground, holding his legs, and crying loudly.

This was the first time he cried in a few days.

Before, he thought that he was going to die anyway, so there was no need to cry.

but--

Don't want to die.

Ji Zuo doesn't want to die.

He wants to live.

It is really difficult to live, but he has light, and he is not afraid.

·

Later, Ji Zuo picked up all the money, and he returned home in a state of embarrassment, ate, slept, and got up for class.

Later, Ji Zuo really went to find Wang Ping.

It only progressed to the step of walking to the door of Wang Ping's classroom.

Walking to the door of Wang Ping's classroom, Ji Zuo pressed the door frame and stopped; looking in through the classroom door, Ji Zuo could see Wang Ping at a glance.

Wang Ping stood in the third row from the bottom of the classroom, with a face so beautiful that even the most ordinary classrooms seemed to become sparkling because of him.

A few students who were handsome even in the category of ordinary people surrounded Wang Ping.

"You went outside to fight with gangsters again?" said the handsome boy with glasses.

"Can you describe this matter better." Wang Ping swallowed a mouthful of Coca-Cola, glaring at the boy, "I'm helping the strong and helping the weak, OK?

"Could it be that you are used to seeing your juniors... and some seniors being bullied by those bastards outside?" Wang Ping asked him.

"That's right, don't argue with nerds." A boy in sweatpants and untied school uniform hooked Wang Ping's shoulders, smiling brightly, "I support you, call me next time you get into a fight."

"There are so many people in school who are picked on by gangsters, do you really think you can handle it?" The boy with glasses shook his head.

"I can't manage it. Capture the thief first and capture the king first. Tomorrow, I'll go face to face with the boss of the weaklings." Wang Ping took a sip of Coca-Cola, raised his eyebrows, and was very arrogant.

It was only later that Ji Zuo found out that he was not the first person Wang Ping had rescued, and of course, he was not the last one either.

At that time, an unknown number of people in the school were hiding under a protective umbrella named "Wang Ping".

These helpless people hid until Wang Ping had a fight with the gang leader outside, and they became good friends without acquaintances. This campus violence completely subsided.

That day, Ji Zuo silently withdrew his hand from Wang Ping's classroom door.

Inappropriate, ineligible, shouldn't be.

Ji Zou was thinking—come to look for Brother Wang Ping now, what exactly do you want from him?As he said, cover you?

Ji Zuo couldn't accept that he met Wang Ping with such an unequal attitude.

If you want to meet, he must have a good appearance, and he will meet Brother Wang Ping only when he can stand side by side with him and protect him.

Ji Zou turned around and left.

From that day on, Ji Zuo began to study more seriously.

God didn't give him a happy life, but he gave him a good mind. He passed the quarterly and weekly exams and was the first in the grade.

Ji Zuo is only in the second year of junior high school, but even with the questions in the first year of high school, he can still get an unbelievable score.

While studying, Ji Zuo quietly ran into Wang Ping.

The place where we meet most often is the pig's knuckle rice restaurant outside the school.

Wang Ping loves the pork knuckle rice here very much, and comes here to eat every night before self-study.

At the beginning, Wang Ping ate with the two boys who were in the classroom that day, and later added a gangster, and the four of them ate.

Almost every day.

A group of people centered on Wang Ping fought and fought, and fought and called each other idiots if they disagreed about whether to add red chopped pepper or green chopped pepper to the pig's knuckle rice.

They sat in the center of the Pig's Knuckles restaurant, and they could hardly see Ji Zuo who was quietly eating in the corner.

Of course, Ji Zuo didn't want Brother Wang Ping to see him either.

Taking a look at Brother Wang Ping is his greedy extravagance, and it is also his reward for his daily efforts.

But other than that, he resolutely didn't allow himself to meet Wang Ping again as a weak person.

Then the days passed without seeming like anything special happened.

A very good school in the city got Ji Zuo's information from somewhere, and wanted to poach him and go straight to high school to train him well.

Ji Zuo refused without mercy.

At least, before Brother Wang Ping goes to college, Ji Zuo will definitely not leave him on his own initiative.

In the future, Ji Zuo will see where Wang Ping went, and then go to the same university with him - at that time, Ji Zuo will definitely be taller, more handsome and powerful, and he will become very good and able to protect Wang Ping.

If Wang Ping was single at that time, Ji Zuo would definitely chase him.

But if Wang Ping is not single, or is chasing him, Wang Ping still doesn't like him.

Ji Zuo thought about this possibility.

Finally came to a conclusion - as long as Wang Ping is happy.

Ji Zuo is willing to be friends, even to be a passer-by, willing to do nothing, and occasionally draws his sword to help Wang Ping when he is in trouble, just like what Wang Ping did in the alley that day.

Ji Zuo thought about a lot of things that he shouldn't think about at his age. He drank cups of milk and American coffee, studied hard, and felt the pain of growing taller every night.

After a summer vacation, Ji Zuo became taller and more handsome as he wished. The moment he entered the campus in the new semester, almost all the girls in the class focused on him.

Everything is going according to season plan—is it?

On the first day of school, the whole school was ignited by an explosive news.

Wang Ping has gone to Beijing!

He decided to prepare for the art test and enter the entertainment industry.

Ji Zuo stood at the door of Class 36, took a look at Wang Ping's desk which was already empty, and turned around again.

What happened later, apart from the motive, is actually well known.

Ji Zuo looked for almost all the directors in the country who were openly recruiting actors, no matter big or small, he sent his resume to audition.

Finally, he made acquaintance with the director who took him to Venice.

Ji Zuo used his acting skills and the price of acting in a movie for the director for free in the future to get him the script to become the best actor.

Ji Zuo's acting skills don't need to be tempered at all. He has tasted all kinds of tastes in the world since he was a child, and knows what everyone should look like, so he succeeded naturally.

The youngest actor in history.

Heaven's Pride.

The media is full of praise, as if to describe him as a god.

But no one knows that Ji Zuo's best actor is just to be able to get close to a person - a light that illuminated him one afternoon.

Money, status, and the script of the two male protagonists, Ji Zuo got them one by one, and exchanged them one by one.

Finally, he returned to the light that illuminated him and returned to his side.

Ji Zuo slowly opened his eyes, looking tiredly at the window of the car he leaned against.

The car windows hadn't been wiped for an unknown amount of time, and they were covered in dirty ash. A few streaks of rain had slid down, and even the water was covered in mud.

There was no one in the car, it was empty.

There are no cars on the city roads, and the roads that are not considered wide are also empty.

Ji Zuo was exhausted, he didn't want to move, he felt empty and cold in his heart - every time he finished sweeping the tomb, he would feel this way, the feeling of exhaustion that he wanted to leave at the beginning swept over.

"The terminal is here." The car braked suddenly and stopped on the platform, and the driver's rough voice came.

Ji Zuo got up, covered in gray, and got out of the car through the back door in silence.

When getting off the car, the song in Ji Zuo's earphones skipped to another one.

"I just go out at night with candles, and the stars at midnight are like running friends. I love every scabbed wound you make, and the aged spirits you make."

Ji walked down a step and saw a cake shop not far away.

Buy a cake and go back.Ji Zuo thought.I was in a bad mood yesterday. Brother Wang Ping came to see me and didn't say much.

I'm going to apologize to him today.

"It's still delicious when it enters the throat, but the tears still occasionally fall away. I invite you to look carefully at the gap in your heart, and there is tenderness in the crack."

Ji walked down the last step of the bus, and accidentally raised his head.

The bus station is also gray, with years of dust on the windows displaying advertisements and bus information, and an iron pole standing upright is rusty.

Among the handfuls of gray, a man in a white down jacket sat on a simple bus stool.

The white down jacket is clean and fluffy, which is out of place with this dusty bus station.

Ji Zuo took a casual glance and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped.

"At this time, the birds are flying and the grass is growing, and the person I love is on the way. I know that he is going through wind and rain, and the road will not be rewarded at sunset. Crossing the sea of ​​people, just to hug you."

Ji Zuo looked at the people sitting there in disbelief.

Although the hood covered most of his face, he could be recognized only from the exposed chin and beautiful lips——

Sitting here is...Wang Ping? !

Wang Ping didn't notice anyone getting off at the bus stop. He plugged in his earphones, probably listening to music, with his head down and his feet beating the beat.

Ji Zuo was stunned in the rain, didn't call him, and looked at Wang Ping who was sitting there quietly.

The bus drove away slowly.

After that, apart from the two of them, there was no one else left on this platform.

Ji Zuo stood there looking at him, and there was no one else in his heart and eyes except Wang Ping.

Wang Ping was intoxicated listening to the song, shaking his head, raised his head for a chance glance, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Ji Zuo standing there with stiff hands and feet.

Wang Ping pulled off his earphones, immediately burst into a smile, and then jumped up.

"At this moment, the bright moon is in the sky, and the one you love is holding the starlight in his hands. I know that he rides the wind and waves and went to the darkness. I empathize with you and give you the longing for redemption."

Watching Wang Ping running towards him, Ji Zuo suddenly felt all the colors in the world frantically rushing towards the bus station at this moment, driving away all the dust and replacing it with bright and bright colors.

Wang Ping ran up to Ji Zuo and stood still, with his hands behind his back, his eyes bent, his body bent sideways, and his head tilted.

"Ji Zou!" Wang Ping said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Let's go out and play!"

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