Mr. Fu is always too annoying

The person who came was Wen Lang.

He stood outside the door, looking at Fu Tong with a smile, holding a flower in his hand, a plastic rose for decoration, covered with a layer of dust, it looked like it was stolen from the flower basket outside the studio .

Fu Tong put the knife back in his hand calmly: "Why didn't you respond when I asked who it was inside?"

"Of course it's to give you a surprise." Wen Lang handed the plastic rose in front of Fu Tong, with a smile in his eyes, "I was filming the inside page of "Redeem" next door, and I heard you were there too, so that's it. Come and have a look, I don’t want to be empty-handed, so I picked a rose for you, come, put the rose away, you are welcome.”

Alas.

Fu Tong glanced at the dusty rose in his hand, feeling very disgusted, but still took it: "Come in first."

Wen Lang nodded, went forward to the lounge, and naturally slumped on the small sofa in the corner. Fu Tong sat down opposite him: "When did you receive this announcement? Why don't I know."

"I don't know it's normal. This announcement wasn't originally from me. It was the original actor who suddenly made a coo, so I was temporarily arrested here to fill in." Wen Lang sighed. If you don’t do it, you will oppress me.”

His Majesty Taotie: [Life is hard, wronged].jpg

But Fu Tong not only couldn't empathize with him, he also wanted to laugh when he heard it: "Then have you finished filming over there?"

"It's over, it's over, didn't I come to see you just after this is over? Isn't it very touching?"

"It's okay." Fu Tong was perfunctory with the cubs every day, and continued to talk about business after the perfunctory, "Then I have to see your samples later, this time the shooting style is gloomy, it doesn't look like you at all, I really didn't expect that You will take it."

"Huh? Wait."

Wen Lang grasped the key words, sat up on the small sofa in an instant, and looked at Fu Tong with a serious face: "Are you doubting my professionalism? Telling you it's impossible, isn't it just deep? Look—— "

He closed his eyes, brewed his emotions briefly, and entered the scene almost instantly. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were indifferent and empty, and fell into Fu Tong's eyes, as if he was a bird bound by thorns, looking from the sky and freedom. After falling, after struggling, there were bloody wounds all over his body.

His acting skills are really good, and his innate empathy ability can easily substitute the emotions of bystanders.

Fu Tong looked at it but frowned.

Wen Lang came out of the state of being in the play. He wanted to ask Fu Tong how he was, but when he saw him frowning, he paused, "What's wrong with frowning like this? I'm not so close—"

In the middle of speaking, Fu Tong took a step forward, and suddenly raised his hands to pinch his cheeks.

Wen Lang: "?"

He was a little confused: "What are you doing?"

Fu Tong didn't say a word, pinched Wen Lang's face and gave him a hook. After staring at him for almost a minute, he said in a deep voice, "Smile."

Wen Lang: "..."

I'm afraid you are not playing hooligans.

He had never seen Fu Tong like this before, and felt very baffled, but he pushed it but didn't push it away, and his face still hurt a little from being pulled, so he simply stopped struggling and smiled as Fu Tong wanted.

With this smile, pupils twinkle and dimples are looming, it's really unbelievably good-looking.

Fu Tong stared at his smile for another minute, and then let go: "This should be you...you should smile more, you look good when you smile."

Wen Lang glanced at him strangely, and felt that this person's style of painting today was indescribably weird, but after thinking about his memory, there was some problem, and the strangeness was normal, so he didn't think much, it was natural: "That's right. , Didn’t you say that Lu Chuan took a script for you before? Why didn’t there be any movement, did you accept it in the end?”

Fu Tong: "Script? Which one?"

Wen Lang pondered for a few seconds: "It's the vulgar one."

Fu Tong: "..."

Fu Tong knew it. It was the one he told Song Qinghe when he and Wen Lang went to see Song Qinghe together. In fact, he just told Wen Lang the story between him and Fu Qianyuan from the perspective of a bystander. The script or something was just a joke. Excuse.

"It's not decided yet, we're discussing." Fu Tong looked at him, just like last time, and had some thoughts in his mind, "There are some additions to the script, do you want to listen to it?"

Fu Tong thought for a while and nodded.

He was really curious, what more vulgar plot could be added to such a vulgar script.

Fu Tong lowered his eyes and told him the things that happened between him and Fu Qianyuan. The details were blurred, and he replaced the memory reset under the spell with amnesia in a car accident. .

After hearing him finish speaking, Wen Lang fell silent. After a long time, he opened his mouth with difficulty: "Reunion with old lover, amnesia in a car accident... Such a vulgar old meme, are you sure you want to accept it?"

He was worried about Fu Tong's career: "Why don't you take it? Bad dramas ruin your reputation."

Fu Tong: "..."

Fu Tong repeated the words "It's just a script, it's nothing to do with me, don't worry about it" twenty or thirty times in his heart, and then he barely resisted the urge to be angry, and forcibly said calmly: "I'm not sure, But I am quite interested in this story, and would like to know the follow-up."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wen Lang and continued to ask: "Come on, let's analyze it with your professionalism. How do you think the protagonist of this script will be chosen in the end? Will he choose to indulge in the illusion, or break free from the illusion and go back to the past?"

I really know this question.

Wen Lang is very confident about this: "I don't know if I can go back to the past, but it will definitely break free from the illusion in the end."

Fu Tong was startled: "Why?"

After asking the words, the next second, I saw Wen Lang smiling: "Just look at the character design... How can such a tough, gentle and proud person let himself be in the illusion?"

"It's not like him."

"Confusion and escape are only temporary, and reality and sobriety are the path he will eventually go to."

It's not like him.

Truth and sobriety are the path he will eventually go to.

The words were spoken by Wen Lang, and in an instant, they pierced deeply into Fu Tong's heart.

Fu Tong's throat was dry, and he stared at Wen Lang in a daze, unable to speak for a long time.

Being looked at by him with such eyes, Wen Lang was quiet for a while, and gradually became a little at a loss: "What's wrong? Do you think what I said is wrong?"

"...No, you're right." Fu Tong closed his eyes, his voice slightly hoarse, "Thank you."

The last two words were said very lightly, Wen Lang couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

"I said, it's really you." Fu Tong suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, looked at Wen Lang and laughed, "Our Majesty Gluttony really is a kid with acting skills, not bad, not bad, I would like to praise you."

As expected, Yazi is still that annoying Yazi, who can even say such yin and yang when he praises others.

Wen Lang glanced at him, and just as he was about to go back in a strange mood, he heard his cell phone ring.

As soon as the Twelve Soul Requiem Song came out, it immediately attracted the attention of both of them.

Who is so blank, calling at this time?

His Majesty Taotie was a little irritable, and he took out his mobile phone with his hands down, ready to slap someone.

But this kind of preparation dissipated instantly after seeing the three characters [Mr. Qin] on the caller ID, and his expression also changed. He answered the phone happily and called Mr. Qin.

The voice was so sweet that Fu Tong's scalp tingled when he heard it.

He didn't want to hear Wen Lang speak in such a voice, and Wen Lang obviously didn't want to leave his own sweetness to him. After making a slip gesture to Fu Tong, he was happy and didn't even need Fu to send him off. send together.

This cub is fine.

Fu Tong smiled helplessly, walked to the small sofa where Wen Lang had been just now, and collapsed like him. After looking at the dim light on the ceiling and being silent for a long time, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and carefully Take a closer look.

He looked so seriously that he didn't even hear Huang Lang's knock on the door. He didn't get a response until Huang Lang knocked on the door a few times, thinking that something had happened to Fu Tong, and came in by himself. Li came back to his senses and looked at Huang Lang.

The two looked at each other. Seeing that he was fine, Huang Lang breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Tong, why didn't you answer when I knocked on the door? I thought something happened to you... Fortunately, it didn't. It scared me to death."

"No, I was just a little sleepy and fell asleep accidentally." Fu Tong said.

As he spoke, he got up and put away the paper in his hand again. If it was Rao She or Fan Xiu who was here at this time, he would definitely recognize it. This is the one they saw in the bronze coffin of Duling before it disappeared. Map of Longxun Mountain.

But they were not there, and the only one who saw it was Huang Lang who knew nothing about those things.

The little weasel took a look at it, but felt that the patterns on it were a bit quaint, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He put the lunch box in his hand on the coffee table next to him, and greeted Fu Tong happily: "Brother Tong, I bought sweet and sour pork ribs and braised pork ribs. Set meal, eat it while it's hot."

Fu Tong nodded, went to the coffee table and sat down. Just as he unpacked the takeaway box, Lu Chuan also came back there. The three of them nestled in the lounge for a while to relax, and finally tidied up briefly and went home.

It was nearly one o'clock when we went out, and when it was hot, it was also stuffy and drowsy.

Fu Tong didn't really want to talk. He closed his eyes after getting in the car and pretended to be asleep. Over there, Lu Chuan didn't know who he was chatting with. Talking, but can't find anyone to talk to, pathetic and very boring.

He was silent for a while, but he couldn't hold it back, and turned on the stereo tentatively. This time it was not Fu Tong's song, but an English song.

Thinking that Fu Tong was sleeping, Huang Lang was afraid of disturbing him, so he lowered his voice, and the singing sounded softly and slowly in the car. Along with the people outside the window, Fu Tong listened very carefully, but until the song After playing and cutting the next song, I could barely hear the last sentence.

"if nights are long."

"bring far away."

If the night is endless,

please take me away

flee far away.