Sorry, there are also fake doubles [entertainment circle]

"I have nothing to do with you."

"I didn't say you were related to me."

At 03:30 in the afternoon, the whole Yehe was illuminated in the dense and hot air, and the clear sky was like a huge fireball, reflecting the dreadful scorching sun at the end of summer.

Dong Dongdong drove the car. In the morning, Zhao Siyi and Fan Chuyu's play ended. In the afternoon, the play with Jiangcheng's rivals was going to Shanghai Old Street in the north of the film studio. It took ten minutes to drive. The filming location was a rented old-style dance hall.

A large Mercedes-Benz business car is more than enough for three people in a row, but now Jiangcheng is sitting alone in the middle row, and Zhao Siyi is sitting alone in the back row, and no one can see the other, as if in self-isolation.

After a whole morning, Jiang Cheng's face had returned to calm, and his voice was calm, like an ordinary announcement: "I don't have any thoughts about you either."

Zhao Si was also playing matchmaker in the back row, with a rambling voice:

"I didn't say you wanted to fuck me."

Dong Dongdong slammed on the brakes and almost drove into the sidewalk.

"As long as you know."

After Jiang Cheng finished speaking indifferently, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, as if he was emphasizing to the people behind, or as if he was saying to himself: "Your lovelorn has nothing to do with me,"

"I have someone I like."

The scorching heat is isolated by the cold car windows, and the cold air in the car makes people's knees feel cold.

There was no retort this time, Zhao Siyi slipped his hand, and the phone rolled into the crack of the seat and disappeared on the pitch-black chassis.

When he arrived at the shooting location, Jiang Cheng got out of the car, and Zhao Siyi squatted down to touch his phone. It seemed that the more unsatisfactory he was, the more unlucky he was. Xiaole has grayed out the screen.

There is a time limit even to eliminate a cube, not to mention human feelings.

It's normal for Jiang Cheng to fall in love with others.

It's just that Zhao Si also remembered that this feeling once belonged to him, even if it is irrelevant, people always have a sense of emptiness that has been lost in vain.

He inexplicably remembered some things that he hadn't thought of for a long time, such as discovering for the first time that Jiang Cheng liked him.

The winter of that year was very warm.

Before the winter vacation, there was a cultural performance for the centenary celebration of Chengjiang No. 45 Middle School. The head teacher stood on the podium with a woolen sweater folded over the cuffs: "The third year of high school participates spiritually, and the second year of high school only watches the party. We have two specialty classes, and there are 5 people in our class, and we get [-]."

She glanced around: "Zhang Zhou, art committee member, and Jiang Cheng, you two class cadres will organize a review of the program. Next Friday, first report 10 lists to me, and then screen."

Just as Jiang Cheng finished nodding, his arm was lightly touched. Zhao Si, who had just become a new active member in the class, blinked his right eye, and there was already a small note on the table.

[I'm near the water tower? 】

Jiang Cheng folded the note in half and put it by the table.

Zhao Siyi: ...

【Register me first, I can dance. 】

There was another small white strip on the corner of the table, and just as Jiang Cheng put it down, the next one was handed over.

[The name of the show is "Dynamic Boy" Performer: Zhao Siyi]

Jiang Cheng: ...

The small note was folded one more way and placed in the innermost corner of the table. If Jiang Cheng didn't come back, Zhao Si could only hold back until the end of get out of class: "Class leader, you are passive and sabotage."

Jiang Cheng took out a notebook to record the applicants, glanced at him and said, "You can't pass notes in class. And have you made up your mind?"

Zhao Si also smiled: "What's there to think about? I know dancing, popping, and breaking."

Jiang Cheng didn't speak. Zhang Zhou, a small art committee member, came over with a few girls who were going to dance folk dances. Jiang Cheng opened his notebook and started the registration process. Seven or eight more choruses and poem recitations came one after another. , There were not a few minutes left before the next class, so I put down my pen and got up to go to the toilet.When I came back, I opened the book and saw that there was an extra line of crooked and small characters under the strong and elegant regular script.

Program 10 dynamic boy Zhao Siyi

The people next to him stuck out their tongues at him, Jiang Cheng closed the notebook, and said flatly, "The whole school must read it, including the junior high school."

Zhao Siyi's eyes were bright: "It's because there are so many people that opportunities are rare."

"You want to be seen that much?"

"Of course."

The cuffs of Jiang Cheng's school uniform were slightly wet by the water from the washbasin. He took it off and put it on the window sill, then put it into the desk drawer from the window sill.

But it doesn't seem to fit anywhere.

Something is wrong.

Because it was the centennial celebration, the programs of each grade had to be reviewed uniformly. Jiang Cheng and Zhang Zhou found an empty activity room and set up a simple small video camera. After recording all 10 programs, they sent them to the school's publicity department for review. After the screening, Zhao Siyi was the last one to record, Zhang Zhou mouthed like a hen after the dance: "Yiyi, I can't tell, can your waist be rolled into a big bubble gum?"

The music was slower than people stopping, and Zhao Si didn't quite hear what he said, and trotted over with a smile and gasped: "How is it? Jiangcheng? Do you think I can be chosen?"

"do not know."

Jiang Cheng lowered his head and turned off the machine.

"Why are you closing it so quickly, I want to appreciate it again..." Zhao Siyi's hand close to the camera was photographed, Jiang Cheng closed the machine, took out the card, and said coldly, "Return the camera."

"You play it again first, in case something goes wrong, I can fix it again..."

Zhao Siyi chased Jiang Cheng out of the classroom door, Jiang Cheng was dragged and forced to stop, just bumped into the tip of Zhao Siyi's nose, and asked indifferently:

"Do you dance like this outside?"

"Yes, others like to watch it very much. There are many little girls in class every time." Zhao Si also asked him: "Don't you like to watch it?"

Jiang Cheng said coldly, "I don't love you."

Zhang Zhou, who was chasing after him, didn't even dare to talk to Jiang Cheng, so he quickly grabbed the No. 10 performer who was still struggling a bit: "Brother Yi, the result will be out next Monday, don't worry, I really want to see the thief's enthusiasm." Scream, it will definitely be selected."

Another thin figure has turned down the corner of the stairs.

It was the warmest winter in Jiangcheng, and the kapok was sunny, and it bloomed almost as soon as December.

It was already school time, and the small flower bed downstairs in No. [-] Middle School gathered people who strolled out of the school gate in twos and threes. Zhao Siyi had just walked back from the playground. His white T-shirt was very thin, and he was wrapped in a boy who was thin and not a stick. The body, the school uniform trousers propped up a little to the ankles, are white and shiny.

"I heard that the program list is out."

"Really? Did you choose?"

"Here, there are pictures in the group, Zhang Zhou posted the back door, let's rehearse quickly."

When the two girls were talking, Zhao Siyi paused and stretched his head, and one of them immediately spoke up with a smile: "Don't look at it, it's all boring, it's boring to watch."

Zhao Si also narrowed his eyes and scanned from top to bottom.

Grade 14 Class [-]

"Chorus: The Coming of Spring"

"Poetry Recitation: Elegy"

"Song: My 17 Years Old"

Solo Violin: Movements

"Dance: Dong Girl"

……

No dynamic boy.

Zhang Zhou, who had painted the pancake, caught it quickly, and had a heart-to-heart talk in the men's room. He patted Zhao Siyi on the shoulder, and said slightly comfortingly: "Jiangcheng probably thinks it's not good. Every time he comes to your section, his face is not good-looking. .And you can see that in the class just now, the videos of the other four programs that were not selected were posted, but yours was not posted."

"..."

Tolerable or unbearable.

The well-rehearsed dynamic boy was brutally murdered behind the scenes, and he didn't even get a thank you for his participation. No matter how good-tempered he was, he couldn't stand it. As soon as Zhao Siyi put on his school uniform, he would go to Xingshi with a cold face to ask the crime.

It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening, and Jiang Cheng opened the door with a surprised expression.

He had already changed into his school uniform, a dark gray sweater and a pair of light-colored pajama pants. His hair had just been washed and still smelled of mint.

Jiang Cheng stood a little closer to the door: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Si also asked directly: "You killed my show?"

Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes, and avoided for a moment: "The Propaganda Department didn't choose."

Ambiguous.

Tsk, guilty conscience.

Zhao Si was short of breath, and asked again: "Then you don't like people like me?"

He originally wanted to say "a street art worker like me", but he thought it was too long-winded. Zuo Jiangcheng just can't understand him, and Young Master Jiang can't understand that he is liked by others, he is a cheapskate!

The person at the door seemed to be stunned by this question, Jiang Cheng frowned and didn't answer for a long time.

The air in the aisle was a little quiet, and the door opened and closed for throwing trash, making the atmosphere even more stalemate.

In fact, Zhao Siyi was just impulsive for a while, and most of his anger has been dissipated by throwing out these two sentences, and there is no long-term effect.

Besides, he is not RMB, so he is not qualified to be liked by everyone. It is normal for Jiang Cheng to like dynamic boys or not.

Zhao Siyi suddenly felt a little embarrassed that he was standing so straight, and raised his schoolbag to his right shoulder: "You, you don't invite me in, I'm already thirsty."

This apartment in Jiangcheng is very close to the school, and Zhao Si also came here by jogging all the way, and he just finished playing football.

He has always had a good face, just as soon as Jiangcheng said "yes", he sneaked in, looking for words while walking, "Then let me drink a little water first, and then I will talk to you slowly, I am a dancer. Connotation and depth…”

Before the words fell, he froze in place.

The apartment is a large studio, there are no extra rooms, the living room is connected to the bedroom, and there is a large floor-to-ceiling window facing the sun.

There was no program on the TV, only a person in a school uniform was dancing, and was stuck on the ground because he was pressed to pause.

It's not someone else, it's yourself.

The second half of Jiang Cheng's "wait a minute" lingered in his ears, and Zhao Si also reacted for two seconds, and his mood suddenly improved, and the tune wished to fly to the sky:

"This classmate, didn't you say that you don't—"

The TV screen went dark with a "wow".

On the reflective screen, Jiang Cheng saw his own shadow.

He was sitting in front of Lu Ye's camera, Luo Yu on the screen was already walking in the dance hall, most of the foreground shots were taken.

Jiang Cheng didn't know why he remembered something so long ago, and it seemed that he had never forgotten it, and it was only because he said "like" today that he was taken out again and tasted it carefully.

On the 17-year-old Boulevard, the female class teacher was very kind: "Physical education class, I asked you to ask about the situation. I asked Zhang Zhou about the show yesterday, and he said that Zhao Siyi had a fight with you?"

There was a faint fragrance in the small flower bed, she thought it over and asked: "I think you are still at the same table, if you feel uncomfortable, I will change seats, what do you think?"

Jiang Cheng didn't speak.

The female class teacher seemed to think of something, and hesitated a bit: "But the propaganda department said that you recommend his dance..."

"Need not."

Kapok huddled in the corner, and Jiang Cheng interrupted her:

"No need to change places."