After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

Cen Nian had a dream.

When he woke up, he couldn't remember the specific content of the dream, but he remembered a picture.

On the promenade in the afternoon of August, the bamboo forest is deep, the wind blows up the bamboo leaves, and there are unknown birds singing in my ears.Along the path through the bamboo forest is a small courtyard.The small courtyard is very old, there are round fans and homemade wine by the wall, vines climbed on the shelves, and a chessboard is placed under the eaves.

A young man in his twenties was sitting.

He was alone, facing a mess, staring in thought, with the wind blowing.

That was Fu Ran, who was in his twenties.

Fu Ran back then was very different from now.He is handsome and gloomy, looks indifferent to everyone, and always has a polite and distant smile on his face.

Compared with Fu Ran who is gentle and stable now, Fu Ran at that time was sharper and sharper.

—but it is different when playing chess.

Fu Ran stared down at the chessboard, his dark brown pupils were full of unspeakable emotions, like desolation and regret.He looked at the criss-crossed black and white chess pieces, and remembered something.

This kind of Fu Ran seems to be far away from this world, so far away that no one can touch it.

Cen Nian remembers that Fu Ran lived with his grandparents from the age of seven or eight until he went to university in City B.On the day of Fu Ran's college entrance examination, his grandfather died of cancer.

Cen Nian once heard that Fu Ran was still playing chess with his grandfather the night before the college entrance examination.The grandfather and grandson went down until midnight, and they couldn't tell the winner in one round.At that time, Mr. Fu threw Bai Zier into the chess basket and said with a smile that he would finish the game after Fu Ran came back from the exam.

And this mess has remained until now.

In Cen Nian's dream, the gloomy young man was holding a white coin and looking at it.

For so many years, he has deduced the direction of the endgame countless times, but he still doesn't know which step his grandfather was going to take at that time.

Cen Nian stared at Fu Ran like that.Even in his dream, his heart was clenched by indescribable grief.

He took a step forward involuntarily.

With a soft sound, he stepped on the bamboo leaf and made a sound without paying attention.

Fu Ran was alarmed.He pulled away from the state just now, and glanced over coldly and indifferently: "Who?"

Cen Nian touched his nose and raised his hand in embarrassment: "...it's me."

But Fu Ran's icy eyes softened slightly when he touched Cen Nian.

He thought for a moment, and frowned, seemingly helpless.He asked in a low voice:

"Lost again?"

Cen Nian couldn't think of any other reason, so he nodded.

Fu Ran put down the white stone in his hand.He smiled lightly and waved to Cen Nian:

"come over."

The warm yellow sun in the afternoon hit Fu Ran. He sat in front of the chessboard, smiling at Cen Nian, looking warm and gentle.

Nian Cen took a step forward, the wind blew, and the bamboo leaves rustled softly.

——The dream came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Cen Nian opened his eyes on the hotel bed, feeling lost.

Although.Fu Ran did bring him a lot of regrets and difficulties in his previous life, but they also spent a lot of time together.And those happiness disappeared together with the pain, and gradually faded away in the years of the next life.

Cen Nian shook his head, withdrawing from that emotion.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, it was Fang Lili: "Brother Nian! Are you ready?! There is still half an hour until the opening ceremony."

Cen Nian's hair was naturally curly, and it was a disaster just after waking up.

He stroked his messy hair, and lazily replied: "It's almost done, almost."

Fang Lili was puzzled: "What's the difference? Haven't washed your face and brushed your teeth yet?"

"Still out of bed."

Fang Lili: "..." What kind of 'almost ready' is this? !

Cen Nian sat up from the bed and slowly began to put on his pants.

When he wandered into the bathroom to wash, Fang Lili finally couldn't help it.She had always had Cen Nian's room card, and she swiped the card to come in. There were still more than ten minutes before the ceremony, and Cen Nian was still foaming, looking in the mirror wondering if he should wash his hair again.

Fang Lili was holding a paper bag in her hand, the paper bag was quite delicate.

Cen Nian asked casually, "What's in that bag? My breakfast?"

"You have such a beautiful idea. How can there be breakfast when you get up so late?!" Fang Lili was more anxious than him, and she almost got a horn to cheer him up.

She looked at the paper bag in her hand, and said casually: "Mr. Fu Ran Fu gave it to you, it seems to be... um, the auction ceremony?"

What is the opening ceremony?

After a little thought, Cen Nian understood.

Many celebrities have the habit of inviting the crew to eat and drink, which can be regarded as winning people's hearts. Fu Ran is not short of this money, maybe everyone will give it away.

Cen Nian didn't know the brand, so he wouldn't know either - the complicated patterns on the paper bag were not the logo of a chocolate brand.It is a famous chocolate DIY workshop in France. They do not produce chocolate themselves, but teach customers to make chocolate by themselves. Each piece of chocolate takes at least several hours, or even more.

"Put it there." Cen Nian said flatly.

Recently, Cen Nian has more or less discovered that he is quite different from his previous life.

He no longer kept everything Fu Ran gave him carefully and preciously.Because they may be really cheap, and they can be given to him, and of course they can be given to others.

He still doesn't know whether this change in himself is good or bad.

Cen Nian shook his head, spit out mouthwash, and asked, "How long until the filming ceremony starts?"

"..." Fang Lili looked at her watch, "10 minutes."

"Let's go then."

Cen Nian didn't have anything to tidy up, he managed to smooth out his messy hair, put on his shoes and went out.He has never paid much attention to these, unlike those stars who have to take care of themselves for more than an hour before going out.

However, Cen Nian was so good-looking that he didn't need to take care of it, but he was very pleasing to the eye.Fang Lili looked at Cen Nian, and couldn't help but think that this guy was too good looking, with a T-shirt and pants on casually, and messy hair, he looked like a pretty boy with a flamboyant personality and a little bit of rebellion.

Cen Nian rubbed his eyes and opened the door.

Two other people just passed by the door.

One of the young men was very white, with a feminine and handsome appearance, which is also a more popular appearance nowadays.Cen Nian took a second look and saw that the other assistant was holding a paper bag, which was very similar to the paper bag Fang Lili just brought.

...It really is a meeting ceremony for everyone.

Cen Nian looked at the young man and tried to search his memory for a moment, but he couldn't remember who this person was or what his name was.

Instead, the other party greeted him first, and the young man smiled, stretched out his hand, and said:

"Mr. Cen, nice to meet you."

Cen Nian stretched out his hand: "Uh..."

His eyes began to wander.

Fang Lili was very winking, and she chatted with the other's assistant first: "I heard that Brother Duanyang is about to release a new album? Congratulations."

Cen Nian continued with kindness: "I have long admired you, Mr. Duan."

Wu Duanyang: "..."

Fang Lili: "..."

"What's wrong?" Cen Nian was keenly aware of the moment when the atmosphere had dropped to freezing point. He rubbed his nose and remembered the 'new album' that Fang Lili had just mentioned, and continued, "Mr. Duan, I have heard your song— —”

"Mr. Wu, I'm sorry, we still have something to do, so let's go first."

Fang Lili gritted her teeth and dragged Cen Nian away.

Only then did Cen Nian realize that 'Duanyang' was the young man's name, and his surname was Wu.

Fang Lili tugged at the hem of his clothes, and Cen Nian walked forward while turning his head, clasped his hands together, and made a 'sorry' gesture.

Wu Duanyang shook his head with a smile.

As soon as Cen Nian and Fang Lili turned the corner, the smile on Wu Duanyang's face cooled down.

He looked at Cen Nian's back, snorted coldly, and asked his assistant, "How is it?"

The assistant shook his head: "Confiscated."

"Then throw it away." Wu Duanyang raised his chin, and the assistant threw the paper bag he was carrying into the trash can.

"What bad idea did you come up with? Who said Fu Ran likes this?!"

Wu Duanyang scolded angrily.

"But, someone really took a picture of him in France..." the assistant muttered softly.

"You still talk back?" Wu Duanyang stared.

The assistant fell silent.

The opening ceremony is nothing more than those, worshiping gods and offering incense.

Li Yan didn't really believe in these things. After going through the process and taking photos, everyone packed up and planned to start shooting.

Unlike the real movie sequence, when a movie is shot, it is not necessarily shot in the order it is played.For example, the first scene shot after starting up this time was a scene in the middle of the movie.

"Don't Send Other Years" tells the story of two teenagers from falling in love to entanglement and separation in the 90s.And this scene was the ambiguous period between the two. Gu Xi drove Guan Jinian to school by car, and secretly kissed him at the traffic light.

Fu Ran and Cen Nian went to change clothes and put on makeup.

Just as Cen Nian was about to enter the locker room, he was stopped by someone.Cen Nian was taken aback, then turned around, and Fu Ran was standing behind him.

Maybe it's because the filming started today, Fu Ran's clothes are very simple, he is tall and has long legs, and he walked over in a few steps, with the morning light on his shoulders, he looks too good-looking.

Fu Ran handed Cen Nian a paper bag and smiled:

"I brought it with me for breakfast today. I heard from your assistant that you didn't have breakfast?"

Cen Nian froze for a moment, then looked up at him.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Fu Ran watched him seriously and gently.After a while, Fu Ran's smile remained unchanged, and he asked in a low voice:

"……What's wrong?"

Cen Nian clenched his hands.

Fragmentary images flashed through his mind.The festive blessings sent by Fu Ran in the previous life, the fragments of gift wrapping ribbons in Fu Ran's house, and the chocolate paper bag that Wu Duanyang's assistant just held in his hand...

Fu Ran is of course very good.They had only known each other for two weeks. Fu Ran helped him in the unlit corridor, covered him with a blanket on the plane, and remembered to bring him souvenirs and breakfast when he went abroad.

But Fu Ran's goodness is not only exclusive to Cen Nian.

Cen Nian thought, Fu Ran gave him a lot, but - he is a stingy person, he only wants something completely and completely his own.

On a midsummer morning in August, the temperature here has cooled down a little bit.

"Feel sorry."

Cen Nian smiled and said.

He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your kindness, senior. I'm not hungry, so I don't need it. There is also chocolate. I have a toothache recently and I can't eat sweets. I will return it to you another day, so don't waste it."

Fu Ran's smile faded a little.

He was silent for a moment, then laughed again, and said, "Not to your liking?"

Cen Nian shook his head.

He didn't go to see Fu Ran, but stared at a flower on the side of the road, smiled, and said casually:

"Thank you, senior, for your kindness. Well, if there's nothing else, I'll go change clothes and make up first."

"it is good."

Fu Ran stared at him heavily, and responded in a low voice.

Cen Nian turned around and entered the changing room.

Fu Ran watched his back until he completely disappeared behind the door.

After a while, Fu Ran lowered his eyelids, looked at the steaming breakfast bag in his hand, and smiled self-deprecatingly.