The actor is always coveting me

Chapter 22

When the screen changed, it was the countless hecklers and abuse on Weibo back then.

[The recording of your money collection has been exposed, what else can you say? 】

[Garbage that received money and retired from the competition, get out of here]

【Fortunately I like you so much】

【Disgusting, I even bought a live ticket to see you】

[You are so short-sighted at such a young age, even if you don't perform well and don't get the top three, so many companies want to sign you, is it not easy to make money? 】

【I've been following you since the show aired, I'm really disappointed in you】

……

Sweat drenched his forehead hair, and there was a sudden warmth between his brows.

Shen Ji woke up with a start.

Before the town and the inn woke up, in the dimly lit room, two rapid and gentle breaths intertwined with each other.

Over the years, Shen Ji occasionally had nightmares about those years, and when he woke up, he always faced an empty room alone.

Can't sing in front of people, the life and death of my brother and father are uncertain in the hospital, stacks of bills, endless hospital corridors, countless nights of waking up on the benches in the corridor...

It took him a few minutes at a time to pull himself out of that quagmire of decaying emotions and hopelessness.

However, at this moment, there was a man standing beside the bed, brushing his sweat-soaked forehead hair.

"I heard you muttering something before dawn," Fu Zaitong bent over, with an unexpectedly gentle tone, "Did you have a nightmare?"

There is only a sliver of light outside the thin window screens, and the room is still trapped in ignorance. The facial features of the man beside the bed are blurred, only those eyes are bright and deep. Woody and leathery, reassuring.

Shen Ji's violent heartbeat gradually calmed down, he stared blankly at him for a while, then murmured.

"It's still early, it's only five o'clock." Fu Zaitong seemed to have some kind of coaxing magic power when he spoke, and pressed him back on the pillow, "Close your eyes and rest for a while."

Numerous nightmares drained energy, and after sleeping all night, she was even more tired after waking up. Hearing his voice, Shen Ji felt a little drowsy again, just as she closed her eyes, she secretly opened one eye, uneasy, He glanced at the head of the bed.

It's like a little milk dog who has just been taken home, coaxed to sleep, and then poking around, afraid that the owner will run away.

Fu Zaitong sat on the edge of the bed, patted him lightly to comfort him through the quilt, noticed his movement, and seemed to laugh, curled up at the end of the sentence in a low voice, not very clear: "I'll watch, go to sleep. "

Why is he so nice to me?

Shen Ji thought in a daze.

Oh, he's plotting against me.

But he treats me very well...

Consciousness gradually disappears between "he treats me very well" and "I'm a straight man, but he treats me badly" repeatedly.

Shen Ji fell asleep peacefully again.

When he woke up again, it was already light, Shen Ji lazily rubbed the tip of his brows, took out the phone from under the pillow, and turned on the screen to look at it.

Fortunately, it was seven o'clock, so I didn't sleep too late.

Fu Zaitong was not in the house, probably already downstairs preparing breakfast.After Shen Ji quickly washed up, changed his clothes and went downstairs, approaching the kitchen, he heard Fu Zaitong and Tang Ye talking about cross talk there:

"Old Fu, why hasn't your chicken got up yet, the sun is going to dry his butt."

"Tired."

"Yesterday it was your chick earning the rent, but today you are the pillar?"

"That's not."

...What is "your little chicken"?

Shen Ji took a light breath, and deliberately made heavy footsteps to remind the people inside that he was about to come in.However, those two didn't care. As soon as he entered the room, Tang Ye warmly greeted Fu Zaitong: "Hey, old Fu, your chicken is here."

Xi Tong smiled slightly: "Chicken, I was tired from feeding the pigs yesterday, so let Brother Fu herd the sheep today."

There was a black line above Shen Ji's head, and he asked slowly: "Do you think this is a country love... story?"

Almost shut up.

There was laughter in the room.

Xiang Chuan is also in the kitchen. His current situation is a bit like the day when he arrived by bus. He was dissatisfied with the order of the guests of the show group Aite, and planned to give Shen Ji a blow in the car. He wanted to call Tang Ye who was sitting next to Shen Ji. Go, leaving him alone in embarrassment.

It didn't work then, but now it's backfired.

Except for the good old man Tang Ye who would take care of him, the others were more or less alienated from him.

There was no game in the morning, and Shen Ji thought that the program team was finally willing to be human.

As a result, after breakfast, Director Fang came with his ancestral loudspeaker: "Hello, comrades—did you sleep well last night? Did you eat well just now?"

Tang Ye's stomach twitched immediately: "When I see you, I won't be able to sleep or eat well."

Director Fang smiled and pretended not to hear: "It seems that everyone is resting very well! Applause! Then everyone should be able to welcome the first batch of tourists after the restart of the Xilaichun Inn with the fullest energy!"

Everyone: "...?"

Director Fang: "Because some editors cut this sentence out for me, everyone knows that there are very few tourists in the small town, and there are no amateurs. We decided to invite some flying guests to be tourists to experience the town's style and feel. The inn is warm..."

After receiving Fu Zaitong's eye threat of "stop talking nonsense", Director Fang hurriedly spoke quickly: "The first passenger will arrive at noon, please be ready for the reception."

Everyone else had a look of "Are you kidding me?" Fu Zaitong was the first to react: "Traveler? Since you are a guest, you should have to pay the rent."

Director Fang froze for a moment, then nodded.

"Since you are a customer, the funds should be different from ours, and they are not restricted."

Director Fang shook his index finger: "Although the limit is not as big as yours, there is still a limit. The flying guests draw lots to determine their own funds."

"How much is the minimum?"

Director Fang looked at him wonderingly: "The minimum is eight hundred...Brother Fu, why are you asking this?"

Fu Zaitong hummed nonchalantly, raised his chin lazily, and motioned for others to work: "Go and double the price of all the remaining rooms in the inn."

Tang Ye immediately understood what he meant, and couldn't help applauding in admiration: "Black, old Fu, it's really black!"

Shen Ji's conscience had already been overwhelmed by the pig that almost ran out of the pigsty yesterday, and felt that this idea was very feasible, so he happily went to get the small blackboard, ready to ruthlessly slaughter the first wave of passengers who came to give their heads.

Director Fang: "..."

I really didn't expect to be able to play like this.

Director Fang weakly reminded: "Everyone, please operate with integrity. Your actions will be complained to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau."

"cut."

Everyone lost interest immediately, and scattered indifferently in place.

Before the arrival of the flying guests, a small meeting was held in the courtyard, hosted by actor Fu who was rarely able to get up.

Fu Zaitong waved his hand: "The house price can't go up, so make a fuss about it in other areas."

Xi Tong nodded slightly: "Our family is living such a hard life, it's not too much to cut them off, right?"

"Our slogan is—"

"The wild goose plucks its hair! The beast leaves its skin!"

The entire small-scale MLM site.

Shen Ji's last bit of bad mood was gone, and he said with a smile: "Thank you, Senior Fu, for leading us to become rich. It's not far from your dream apartment. Everyone can reach the pinnacle of life and live in a small single room."

Until now, Xi Tong, who lived alone in a single room and paid the rent, said in a weak voice: "My child, you are still young, and the small single room is not so happy."

As soon as Shen Ji opened his mouth, Fu Zaitong's eyes couldn't help slipping over.

He is really strange recently, his consciousness keeps warning himself "be careful not to flirt with the distance", but his body always gets closer involuntarily.

This morning he lost his sense of proportion, he stared at Shen Ji's sleeping face for 10 minutes, and after tucking him in the quilt twice, he felt something was wrong, so he went out for a morning run at six o'clock.

He clearly warned himself to keep a distance, but when Shen Ji said it, he couldn't help grinding his teeth: "Little White Eyed Wolf, I've been so kind to you, yet I still want to move out alone."

After thinking about it, Fu Yingdi pondered confidently again: Could it be that he looked at me every day and couldn't help himself?

Young people, boring.

Shen Ji didn't know why he couldn't hold it anymore, he was so focused on making money, he turned his head and followed Tang Ye to discuss how to deal with black people.

After the discussion was over, they rubbed their hands together and waited for the first one to deliver the head.

The atmosphere was more harmonious, and Xiang Chuan no longer kept silent as if he was sullen all by himself, and leaned over to try to break into the topic: "What if the person who came was an acquaintance?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Fu Zaitong was very cautious and silent, leaning lazily on the tree, playing with Shen Ji's braid.

"You don't understand." Tang Ye hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't bear to leave him alone. He gave him some face and grinned, "If you are an acquaintance, then you have to pick him up. There is nothing left, the price of a friend, double the price. Tsk tsk, if it was you, Brother Fu, you must have a darker hand than me."

Xi Tong joked slightly: "Then our inn shouldn't be called Xilaichun, it should be called Black Heart Inn."

The Black Heart Inn opened for a few days, and finally welcomed its first passenger at noon.

At twelve o'clock in the noon, the person who showed up at the gate of the inn on time and walked in with a suitcase was really an acquaintance.

It is Fu Zaitong's best friend for many years, and the popular king Chen Xingbai.

Xiang Chuan blushed instantly with excitement, and rushed up to help him with his luggage.

Chen Xingbai took off his sunglasses and blinked. He has a pair of smiling eyes, and his whole demeanor is very gentle: "It's okay, it's not serious, I'll do it myself." After finishing speaking, he glanced at the environment of the inn and nodded in satisfaction, "The environment Not bad."

Finally, he looked at Fu Zaitong and made an exaggerated gesture of stretching his arms: "Old Fu, welcome me?"

Fu Zaitong took a step back: "Tell me first, how much money you have drawn."

The others immediately pricked up their ears.

Chen Xingbai blankly met everyone's longing eyes, not knowing why: "Eight hundred."

Tang Ye, Shen Ji, and Xi Tong all "twittered" in unison.

Chen Xingbai: "???"

Fu Zaitong looked at him from head to toe in disgust, as if he was looking at a piece of African black charcoal, with one hand in his pocket, not showing any enthusiasm for welcoming an old friend, so he tilted his head to introduce to Shen Ji: "This is Chen Xingbai, a man with a minimum number of He can draw as many African chieftains as he wants."

From the moment Chen Xingbai appeared, Shen Ji sneaked behind Fu Zaitong with crab steps.

Of course he knew it was Chen Xingbai.

People who have music dreams in their hearts yearn for Chen Xingbai more or less.

Born in a family of classical music, he resolutely embarked on the road of pop music discriminated against by his parents. He started writing and publishing songs in his teens, became popular in his 20s, and grew into the king of today...

In addition, Chen Xingbai still knew his other vest.

And he is a person who is more sensitive and more likely to discover him and expose him.

Shen Ji rubbed his forehead, feeling a little annoyed.

When he was fourteen or fifteen years old, with the encouragement of Shen Ling, he started to live frugally, deduct food expenses, save pocket money and red envelopes for the New Year, and secretly did some odd jobs. After a year, he bought Some equipment for recording songs - all the cheapest, or second-hand.

The day he collected enough things was his birthday.

Shen Ling was so mysterious that day that he asked him to close his eyes to give him a surprise.

When he opened his eyes, the world in front of him lit up.

The warm cake candles flickered in the room, reflecting on my brother's pale and smiling face and a brand new guitar.

Shen Ji didn't allow Shen Ling to imitate him in saving money, and in the time he was saving money, he squeezed some out for his younger brother from time to time, asking him to buy more delicious food.

Shen Ling agreed, but secretly saved all the money. Every day when he passed by the musical instrument store, he would run in to make sure that the guitar he liked was still there, and begged the owner to help him keep it.

Finally, on Shen Ji's birthday, he smashed his piggy bank and bought a guitar for his brother.

That year was the first year of high school, and Shen Ji had the first guitar in his life. He found a niche music platform, signed it as "Ji Ling", and posted the cover song.

With few clicks, even fewer comments.

He wasn't discouraged either. At first he sang a cover, then he began to write songs by himself, played and sang and posted them. He insisted on posting them for a year, and a guitar a cappella was transferred to another platform, which unexpectedly became popular. Many people who follow.

He himself is not capable of arranging and mixing music for post-production, and the songs he released are all sung with guitar accompaniment, which highlights his good voice.

That's when Chen Xingbai approached him.

At that time, Chen Xingbai was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and when he was still in his early years, he expressed his appreciation for Shen Ji, chatted with him about life and dreams, taught him how to write songs, and helped him arrange music for post-production.

The two collaborated to release a song and became popular.

Having known each other for two years, when Shen Ji's college entrance examination ended, Chen Xingbai had already become popular, and he didn't mind revealing his identity, so he recommended a show for him to try.

That show was The Masked Singer.

Later, a major change occurred in the family, and Shen Ji became a deserter.

He felt sorry for Chen Xingbai, and after deleting all his social accounts at that time, he never contacted him again.

Although we have known each other for two years, they were all communicating online without exchanging photos, and his voice is more mature than before... and it has been so many years, Chen Xingbai probably doesn't remember him.

Noticing that Chen Xingbai's gaze was sweeping towards this side intentionally or unintentionally, Shen Ji dodged again guiltily.

He never thought that one day, he would have such a close meeting with Chen Xingbai.

Chen Xingbai squinted his eyes, thinking it was funny: "Old Fu, the kid behind you is a bit shy."

Fu Zaitong blocked his sight, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Maybe I discovered the nature of your human face and animal heart."

"..." You really hold a grudge.

After Tang Ye and Xiang Chuan won the first place respectively, they have already moved from the big bed room to the standard room, and there are still two big bed rooms left in the inn.

However, what everyone highly recommends is Jin Guangyi's duplex suite: "The equipment is perfect, the layout is good, the layout is good, and it faces south and sleeps soundly!"

The flying guests only came for one day, and Chen Xingbai had a huge sum of [-] yuan, and he didn't realize that he was being exploited. Seeing the price of [-] yuan a night, he nodded easily.

When we met before, Xiang Chuan was also very attentive to Fu Zaitong, but after he found that Fu Zaitong ignored him, he didn't like to come up to him so much that he couldn't be happy, but even though Chen Xingbai declined him politely, he still followed him cheekily.

Shen Ji hid behind Fu Zaitong and observed. He guessed that Xiang Chuan felt that he was a music maker like Chen Xingbai, so he was more likely to be appreciated.

Just as he was thinking, his head was poked.

He raised his eyes blankly, Fu Zaitong stretched out his finger, poked him again, and asked in a low voice, "You owe old Chen money?"

"..." Shen Ji didn't change his expression, "Senior Chen's light is too dazzling, I'm afraid I'll be blinded if I look at him directly."

Fu Zaitong was unhappy: "Then you won't be afraid of being blinded if you look at me directly?"

Shen Ji got stuck for a while, he didn't expect that he would even compare such obvious nonsense, so he could only try to find a reason: "Because Senior Fu is very kind to me, and he is more friendly."

"Then call it Senior Fu one by one?"

Shen Ji thought to himself, I want to call you Miss Fu, but I'm afraid you will hit me.

He suddenly had an idea: "Tongtong?"

Fu Zaitong: "..."

Shen Ji smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Look, I'll just say, I dare to tell you that you may not dare to respond."

He successfully blocked Fu Zaitong back, and Chen Xingbai also came down.

Shen Ji also felt that he acted too guilty just now as if he was hiding from his creditors. While observing Fu Zaitong's thick-skinned appearance, he was imitating it.

Chen Xingbai glanced at the two of them, thoughtful.

It seems that Fu Zaitong is not narcissistic, but this kid really likes him.

Tsk tsk, even the expression must be imitated.

The two old friends hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they met and sat under the big tree in the yard, chatting solemnly.

After enough shots were taken for the photography, Fu Zaitong didn't bother to continue to cooperate. He swaggered and took Chen Xingbai to the backyard, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took two puffs, and breathed a sigh of relief.

From the backyard, you can see two green vegetable fields in the front yard. Shen Ji and Xi Tongwei, standing after each meal, carrying baskets, are researching which vegetables can be pulled out as ingredients for lunch.

Looking from a distance, the young man's figure is slender and straight, and his light golden hair seems to be drawn by a brush, shining brightly in the midday sun. His face is obviously cold, but his eyes are naturally smiling, which softens his temperament. It doesn't look perverted, but it makes people feel obedient, like a clean little angel.

Chen Xingbai protected his throat, never smoked, stayed away from him, and looked at Shen Ji a few more times.

Fu Zaitong exhaled smoke rings, and glanced at him coldly: "Have you seen enough?"

Chen Xingbai clicked his tongue twice: "I thought all his online photos were P. One bend, the sex card is too rigid."

Fu Zaitong stared at Shen Ji's back, flicked the cigarette ash, did not take another puff, and let the cigarette burn between his fingers: "I am straight."

How do I see you crumbling.

Chen Xingbai murmured a sentence in his heart, and remembered something: "By the way, are you sure he is your Bai Yueguang? Could it be because he was confused by the appearance, you only heard that passage when you were drunk."

"How many times have I said, it's not Bai Yueguang." Fu Zaitong frowned, a little impatient.

"Then tell me, you just took a glimpse, remembered it for five years, and searched for it for five years. What do you think you are looking for? Find him and confess?" Chen Xingbai sighed as if he had come, "I told you earlier. But, you just fell in love with him at first sight."

"A few minutes," Fu Zaitong crushed out the cigarette butt, "I never saw his face back then."

Chen Xingbai shrugged: "Okay, as long as you're happy...why don't you smoke?"

"The kid doesn't like the smell of cigarettes."

"…………"

The lunch was also cooked by Fu Zaitong himself.

Chen Xingbai is currently organizing a concert. He is busy. He has been rehearsing for a long time. He accepted an appointment from the program group to show up. He just came here to relax. After eating, he wiped his mouth and wanted to go out for a walk.

Then it was surrounded by the Black Heart Inn.

Chen Xingbai realized that something was wrong, covered his chest, and took a weak step back: "You, what do you want to do?"

Fu Zaitong sat on the chair, crossed his legs, biting a quit-smoking lollipop after dinner, and sneered: "What do you think?"

Shen Ji cooperatively opened the small book and took out the bill inside, but he didn't say anything, and handed it to Tang Ye.

It was a good shot, and Tang Ye deliberately took two steps back, wanting Shen Ji to play well, received the bill, and looked at him suspiciously, but it was not easy to ask, so he could only take it naturally, glanced at it, and He couldn't help laughing: "According to our detailed calculation, Lao Chen, you have eaten a total of 390 yuan for this meal. Please pay the bill first."

Chen Xingbai's wallet hurt, and he couldn't believe it: "A plate of potato and chicken nuggets, a plate of garlic lettuce, a plate of twice-cooked pork, two Sixi meatballs, a steamed egg with meat pie, and a pot of loofah soup. As far as I know, the prices here are Is there 99 for the ingredients? What kind of black shop are you?"

Fu Zaitong looked indifferently: "My entry price is three hundred."

"...Then where did the remaining 99 come from?"

"Old Chen, what you said is wrong. Apart from Lao Fu, we also have appearance fees and labor fees." Tang Ye handed him the bill. Geely, I also gave you a discount of one dollar."

After lunch, the funds were scraped off. Chen Xingbai clutched his chest, took the bill and looked at it, his expression suddenly froze.

Fu Zaitong asked Shen Ji to write the bill, and Shen Ji didn't think much about it, so he wrote it blindly.

Seeing Chen Xingbai's blank expression, he realized something was wrong.

When he used to write songs, he would take pictures of the manuscripts and show them to Chen Xingbai!

Does Chen Xingbai still remember his handwriting?

Shen Ji stepped forward in small steps, brought back the bill calmly, and smiled: "Brother Tang, show it to Senior Chen, you are not afraid to tear it up for him."

A sporadic sense of familiarity flashed through Chen Xingbai's mind, and he couldn't remember anything specific. The bill just disappeared in front of his eyes. He was a little anxious for no reason. He tried to slow down his speech and maintain his demeanor in front of outsiders: "I won't tear it up, show me Look, I can confirm that you didn't blackmail me."

"Oh, don't look at it," Fu Zaitong's eccentricity was unprincipled, seeing that Shen Ji didn't want to show it to him, he said decisively, "We're just blackmailing you."

"..."

After beating Chen Xingbai's wallet, it's time to show him around.

Xiang Chuan was eager to have the opportunity to get along with Chen Xingbai, so he patted his chest and wanted to take the job.

The story of Xiang Chuan pushing Shen Ji into the water has spread, and Chen Xingbai knows more - for example, Fu Zaitong blocked Xiang Chuan and forced him to jump back into the water.

Although Fu Zaitong seems to have a temper, he seldom makes things difficult for others. To let him do this, it seems that he doesn't like Xiang Chuan very much.

His only impression of this junior is "Masked Singer No. 1 debut", but in his personal opinion, it is a bit reluctant for Xiang Chuan to be the number one.

After thinking about everything in a second, Chen Xingbai showed his still warm smile, and politely refused: "Hey, you are usually quite tired, I think old Fu is very busy, let him accompany me."

After finishing speaking, he winked at Fu Zaitong.

Fu Zaitong raised his eyebrows, originally he was too lazy to answer, but after a short pause, he reluctantly remembered Chen Xingbai's status in the Chinese music scene, and picked up Shen Ji, "I see you are always yawning, come out and wake up."

Shen Ji was pretending to be sleepy on purpose, but he didn't expect to be able to lie on the gun. Not only did he fail to achieve his goal of being far away from Chen Xingbai, but he was pulled closer, almost vomiting blood.

Rejection among adults is tangible.

Xiang Chuan's face froze, watching the three people's backs disappearing at the door, he was so depressed that he vomited blood.

As soon as he went out, Chen Xingbai first gestured to the photographer, then smiled apologetically and gently at Shen Ji, then pulled Fu Zaitong alone, three feet away from Shen Ji, lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Old Fu , I feel a little wrong."

Fu Zaitong pushed his head away: "In broad daylight, it's very wrong for you to tease me like this."

Chen Xingbai didn't joke with him: "I recalled it a bit, and suddenly felt... your little Bai Yueguang's voice is very familiar to me."

Fu Zaitong suddenly tightened his hand hanging loosely by his side.

He suddenly had a feeling that his things were being peeped at.

Even if this person is his friend, it still makes him very unhappy.

Chen Xingbai was still muttering: "I told you, I met a child before, who was very talented, but then he suddenly disappeared, and I was busy at that time, and when I looked back, I couldn't find him. Yes, he must have avoided me on purpose. He sang with me back then, and the name he used was 'Ji Ling', isn't your kid called Shen Ji?"

He got a little excited while talking, Fu Zaitong still looked indifferent: "Can you stop calling a pretty kid your old friend when you see it, it will make you look gay."

After finishing speaking, he left his old friend behind and went to catch the kid behind who was trying to slip away.

The three walked around outside, clocked in and came back, and bought the ingredients for dinner by the way.

Because of Chen Xingbai's tricks, there is no need to worry about tonight's rent, and everyone is very happy on the whole.After dinner, Chen Xingbai suggested to play Doudizhu for a while, which was also unanimously agreed.

Fu Zaitong remained calm, and made a gesture of invitation: "Go and ask for cards."

The others also looked at him encouragingly, and nodded.

What's wrong with wanting a second card?

Chen Tianwang, who didn't understand the peeing nature of the program group at all, turned his head in bewilderment, and shouted to the staff: "Director Fang, please bring us three decks of cards."

Director Fang bared his canine teeth, and replied with a loudspeaker, "Okay, ten yuan for a deck of cards."

Chen Xingbai: "..."

Chen Xingbai glanced at the little funds left, with a complicated expression: "Where do you come from the bandit gang, from the program crew to the guests, there is no one who is not black."

Xi Tongwei: "Anyway, Brother Chen proposed to play cards. Our rules here are like this. Whoever asks for it will pay."

Chen Xingbai seldom goes to variety shows, but he also knows the routines of most variety shows, so he pretended to be fooled and bought three decks of cards cooperatively.

Apart from Fu Zaitong, he was the most popular player. Under deliberate control, he easily took the lead, and his smile was still gentle: "When you play cards, you definitely need some punishment rules, otherwise it will be boring."

Xiang Chuan nodded quickly.

"In this way," Chen Xingbai said, "the first one to finish playing cards in each round can ask the one with the most remaining cards, and answer questions like the truth of the big adventure."

Fu Zaitong raised his eyebrows.

Others don't know, but he knows very well that Chen Xingbai ran around when he was young, and learned a lot of gambling skills from others, and he was very good at it.

It seems that this is going to target Shen Ji.

He frowned secretly, and took the initiative to take a deck of cards to shuffle. His slender fingers cut and shuffled the cards smoothly and familiarly. The movements were clean and neat, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Shen Ji was watching in amazement, when Fu Zaitong suddenly tilted his head.

Fu Zaitong leaned over when the earlobe was suddenly hot, and in order to prevent the sound from being recorded, his lips were almost pressed against Shen Ji's ear, and his warm breath was sprayed on his auricle when he spoke.

The voice is soft, almost like talking about love.

"Stay away from Chen Xingbai, look at the way he looks at you, isn't it perverted?"

"..."

His face was no longer red, and his heart was no longer beating.

Shen Ji glanced at him silently, and began to wonder if these two good buddies, who were widely rumored in the entertainment industry, were not superficially plastic friendships.

Fighting the Landlords started, everyone drew their cards, and the dealer in the first round was Tang Ye.

It is not convenient to target only one person in a six-player game, so Chen Xingbai gave Fu Zaitong a look and asked him to help.

Fu Zaitong didn't learn well for a while when he was young, he was proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and was proficient in everything except whoring, and his gambling skills were not inferior to Chen Xingbai's.

Seeing Fu Zaitong nodding his head, Chen Xingbai looked away in relief.

Good buddy, it is reliable.

Ten minutes later, Fu Zaitong successfully sent his old friend to the execution ground and successfully helped him get the loser's throne.

Chen Xingbai: "..."

Fu Zaitong shrugged without guilt, and turned his head to look at Shen Ji calmly: "Come on, our winner, what do you want Chen Xingbai to do?"

Shen Ji didn't notice the shadow of swords and swords hidden in this battle of landlords. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered a very bad but not necessarily bad problem that Ning Zui thought of when playing cards in the dormitory.

"Well," Shen Ji showed a harmless smile, "Senior Chen is a guest, after all, I'm not a devil... Let Senior Chen read out his online name aloud."

As he spoke, he waved: "Director Fang, borrow your loudspeaker."

He remembered that Chen Xingbai's screen name used to be very high school, and he didn't know if his style had changed now.

Chen Xing was so angry: "...How about changing it?"

Shen Ji rested his chin: "Senior Chen, I'm even more curious if you do this."

Chen Xingbai: "..."

You are the devil.

Chen Xingbai froze for a full half a minute, raised the big horn with difficulty, and stammered: "Man..."

Fu Zaitong's shoulders were already shaking.

Shen Ji gave encouraging eyes: "What what?"

Chen Xingbai took a deep breath, held up the trumpet, sank into his dantian, and said, "Men, you must be domineering!"

Xi Tong spat out a mouthful of water.

Shen Ji choked hard, trying to suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Back then, Chen Xingbai's screen name was weird, such as "falling in love with you is my crime", "low-key, can't explain the arrogance of the master"... I didn't expect that after so many years, this style of painting has not changed.

With Fu Zaitong's intentional connivance, after playing a few hands, Shen Ji didn't suffer so badly that he became the one with a lot of cards left at the end.

Chen Xingbai was really angry.

Before going to bed at night, he invited Fu Zaitong to the backyard as if to make an appointment.

Fu Zaitong is addicted to cigarettes, even if he doesn't smoke, he is used to biting the cigarette, smelling the taste, raising his eyelids, and looking at Chen Xingbai lightly: "Don't think I don't know what you want to do."

"I just want to use your method. If he lost, I asked him to sing a song. It's not very good. If he wasn't someone I found, he would be fine. If he sings well, he will still be able to attract fans when the show is broadcast," Chen Xingbai rolled his eyes, "It's not like asking him to take a big risk and give me a kiss. Why are you so stingy?"

Fu Zaitong bit his cigarette and said nothing.

Chen Xingbai pondered: "And it can't be such a coincidence, the person you are looking for and I are the same."

Reviewing Shen Ji's expression when he mentioned singing several times in detail, Fu Zaitong held a cigarette in his mouth and said vaguely: "Whether it is one or not, don't use that method to force him to sing in front of you. If you let me know, I will Drop Gao Ming to you to scold your mother."

"Do you want to be so vicious?" Chen Xingbai couldn't help laughing, "Tell me? What's the matter, I know you Bai Yueguang... OK, okay, it's not Bai Yueguang, I know he has a special place in your heart, but since he is like you As I said, I am very passionate about music, so what’s wrong with asking him to sing? He is still a member of a boy group, isn’t singing and dancing a must-have ability.”

"He doesn't like it." Fu Zaitong took away the cigarette and said firmly, "That kid seems to have some kind of shadow."

Chen Xingbai was stunned, and gave him a weird look: "That's fine, I'll think of other ways to find out."

"What do you mean by that disgusting look in your eyes?"

"It's nothing interesting, straight guy. I've known you for so many years, and it's the first time I see you being so caring and considerate to others. I'm gratified."

Fu Zaitong snorted, turned and went back to the room.

After arriving for a long time, Chen Xingbai's funds were scraped away by the Black Heart Inn. The next morning, after his last money was also searched, Fu Zaitong showed mercy and gave him a free lunch.

Chen Xingbai was leaving at noon, Shen Ji felt a little relieved.

However, the former seemed to be very curious about him, grabbing the gap to ask a few questions, Shen Ji simply tried to get close to Fu Zaitong, like a little tail that couldn't be shaken off, following wherever he went.

With a smile in his eyes, Fu Zaitong stroked the little golden retriever's soft head: "Why are you so afraid of him?"

Shen Ji decided to betray his cousin: "I didn't get good grades when I was young, and my cousin was a 'child from someone else's family'. He was the number one student in the school, and every time he came to teach me homework, I couldn't breathe. , Brother Chen is a bit like my cousin."

This is true. He started to try to write songs in junior high school. He often didn't attend class, and wrote a bunch of things that are funny when he looks back now. His grades plummeted and he was in a mess.

His high school cousin's family moved to Yan City. He and his cousin went to the same school. That cousin tutored him and Shen Ling from time to time. His grades were not bad, so he was rescued.

After Chen Xingbai left, Shen Ji, who had been an invisible person for a day, heaved a sigh of relief, puffed up his chest and started a new life.

Anyway, after leaving here, it is almost impossible for him and Chen Xingbai to interact again, and Chen Xingbai may not really stare at him.

Passengers left, but also continue to do the task.

The staff handed over the lottery box, Fu Zaitong drew one first, and glanced at it.

Task card: Because my wife likes to eat autumn mushrooms, every autumn, Uncle Chen and his wife will go up the mountain to pick mushrooms.This year, my wife is sick and cannot accompany Uncle Chen. Uncle Chen cares about his wife and dare not leave home for too long. Go and help Uncle Chen pick some mushrooms~

Number of tasks: 2 people.

Task reward: 300 yuan.

Seeing the number of people in the task, Fu Zaitong stretched out his hand like lightning, and restrained Shen Ji who was about to draw a card.

The delicate skin rubbed against his palm, his eyelashes trembled, and he hooked his lips: "Are you really a boy? Why are your wrists so thin?"

Shen Ji struggled in embarrassment: "I'm skinny...what are you doing?"

"Stop smoking." Fu Zaitong flashed his task in front of him, "Go and make big money with my brother."

Shen Ji said with a wooden face: "Brother, your big money is divided into one hundred and five per person. You may not know that the single tasks in this box are all fixed amounts. I just draw two hundred..."

Tang Ye next to him suddenly hugged his head and went crazy: "Why is there still a task of 50 yuan! Picking up cakes for the cow? Why is there such a task!!!"

Shen Ji: "..."

Facing Fu Zaitong's playful eyes, Shen Ji withdrew his hands nonchalantly: "Brother, let's make a lot of money."

The mountain where we went to pick mushrooms is quite far from the inn, and it might not be possible to walk there.

Considering that Fu Zaitong had just recovered and might be rather delicate, Shen Ji turned to ask the staff: "Is there any means of transportation?"

The people in the program group were serious: "We don't provide cheating tools, dear."

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