After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

"I like you."

Fu Ran looked at Cen Nian seriously.

The two of them huddled together in a small thatched hut, their eyes met and their breaths intertwined.Fu Ran's hands were clasped tightly around Cen Nian's waist, not allowing Cen Nian to back down.

Cen Nian was silent.

The autumn mountain wind blew past, and the dull thunder came from afar.

His eyebrows moved, and after a while, he sneered.

"Fu Yingdi, what, who are you acting for?"

He looked straight into Fu Ran's eyes, Cen Nian's eyes did not fluctuate at all, calm and indifferent.

Fu Ran's usually deep and gloomy eyes looked gentle and dazed at this moment.He seemed to have turned into a child, looked at Cen Nian for a while, and asked softly

"Who is Fu Yingdi?"

Cen Nian frowned.

He reluctantly pulled out his hand and touched Fu Ran's forehead.

...It's terribly hot.

Cen Nian is simply unbelievable, how did Fu Ran do it, on the surface it looks like everything is normal and there is no flush on his face, but in fact he has already burned to this temperature? !

"You have a fever." Cen Nian stated the fact calmly.

Fu Ran: "Yes."

The man's eyes were blank, "What is a fever?"

"enough!"

Cen Nian became more and more impatient.He looked at Fu Ran's serious eyes, and couldn't get angry

"Even if it's burning stupid, it's impossible to be like this—Fu Ran, are you addicted to acting?"

Fu Ran still looked at him puzzled.

"Get out of the way," Cen Nian was full of exhaustion, he pushed Fu Ran hard with no expression on his face, "I'll tell the staff that if the burn is like this, you need to see a doctor."

"Doctor." Fu Ran repeated, he frowned, and asked, "Do you want to take that film again and get an injection?"

'again'?

Cen Nian was so tired that he looked at Fu Ran with more impatience in his eyes, and he didn't pay attention to the details in Fu Ran's words

"Step aside."

Fu Ran held him stubbornly, not moving.

"Didn't you understand?" Cen Nian said wearily, "Go away."

Fu Ran froze.

That 'get lost' coincided with a certain voice in memory.His memory is not very clear, here and now, many things, even his own identity are all shrouded in fog.

It was about dusk, in the small equipment room of the dilapidated theater, dust was flying in the beam of light, and the tall and thin boy looked at him with indifferent and tired eyes, exactly the same as at this time.

That scene has appeared so many times in the nightmare, and even today, every detail is still vivid in my mind.

Fu Ran paused, let go of his hand, and backed away a little.

Cen Nian didn't look at him again, and stood up holding the straw.While calling the program team on his mobile phone, he walked out.

"Hello," the call went through quickly, "Hello, I'm Cen Nian."

There was a bang from the sky, and big raindrops fell.

Cen Nian's hand reached the doorknob, and just as he was about to open the door, someone hugged him from behind.

Cen Nian's hand holding the phone froze, half a sentence stuck in his throat.

At the same time, the phone vibrated and turned off without power.

"Don't go."

Fu Ran said in a low voice.

Fu Ran only hugged for a moment, then backed away.He didn't seem to know what he did wrong, a tall man looked at Cen Nian helplessly, his eyes were red.

Cen Nian frowned tightly.

"I'm just looking for someone."

Cen Nian thought for a while, plugged in a power bank for his phone, and continued to walk outside.It's going to rain heavily soon, in case—

"Didn't you pick me up?" Fu Ran whispered behind him.

"What?" Cen Nian turned around inexplicably, "What?"

"Do you regret it now?" Fu Ran looked at him seriously and asked.

There was an inexplicable stubbornness in his deep and gentle eyes.

"Yes," Cen Nian twitched the corner of his mouth, and said perfunctorily, "I regret it."

Unexpectedly getting this answer, Fu Ran froze in place.

The raindrops gradually became heavier.

"If there's nothing else to do," Cen Nian pressed the power button and wiped off the water droplets on the screen, "I'll—"

Fu Ran shook his head.

He reached out and gently shook Cen Nian's hand.

Cen Nian didn't know what he was going to do, so he frowned and looked at him

"What?"

A drop of rain fell on Cen Nian's eyelashes, he frowned impatiently and looked at Fu Ran.

Fu Ran opened the Swiss Army Knife on Cen Nian's keychain and handed it to Cen Nian for him to hold. Then Fu Ran led Cen Nian's hand to his neck.He smiled and whispered

"Then you..." Kill me.

Fu Ran shook his head, but didn't say the rest of the sentence.

Cen Nian "..."

Cen Nian looked at him like a madman, "Are you kidding me?"

Fu Ran leaned down and kissed him.At the same time, he took Cen Nian's hand forward and forcefully, the sharpened knife cut open the skin, and blood flowed down.

The sound of rain is getting louder.

"Are you crazy?!" Cen Nian panted violently and pushed him away.

"Don't you regret it?"

After the kiss was over, Fu Ran looked at him tenderly, "You can regret it, I don't mind."

"After I die," he asked cautiously with lowered eyelids, "don't forget me, okay?"

On his neck, a bloodstain was clearly visible.The Swiss Army Knife was originally used as a bottle opener, but before Cen Nian sneaked into the cruise ship last time, just in case, he specially opened it and sharpened the blade.Moreover, the force that Fu Ran used just now was really strong.

It doesn't look like a joke at all.

Cen Nian opened his mouth.

He was silent for a moment, lowered his head, wiped off the water on his face, and laughed twice

"The acting is so realistic, I almost believe it."

"What do you mean?" Fu Ran looked at him, frowning.

"I don't have time to play with you."

Cen Nian wiped away the water on the screen, turned around and walked out.

First he had a fever, and now he had a gash in his neck.

...What's going on with this show? !It's raining so hard, why don't you send someone over?

Cen Nian was extremely irritable.

Fu Ran clenched his hands tightly.He looked at Cen Nian's back, thought for a while, forced a smile, and said

"Cen Nian, if you forget about me in the future, I won't know."

"Just lie to me," he begged in a low voice, "will you?"

Cen Nian let out a long breath.

He turned around impatiently

"I will forget you soon." His voice was so indifferent that it was almost cruel, "You are dead now, and I will forget you in two days, do you believe it?"

The blood on Fu Ran's face faded little by little.

Cen Nian twitched the corner of his mouth.

The phone got through.He turned his back to Fu Ran and talked on the phone

"Hey, yes, it's me. It's raining heavily, Fu Ran seems to have a fever, you—"

His words froze.

Suddenly, the raindrops above my head stopped.

Fu Ran held him tightly in his arms.

The raindrops fell on Fu Ran, but Cen Nian didn't get a single drop of it.Cen Nian paused, then continued to talk on the phone. The program crew kept apologizing and said they would send a car to pick it up now.

Just after hanging up the phone, Cen Nian pinched the bridge of his nose wearily.

He pulled half of his sleeves, tiptoed slightly, and bandaged Fu Ran's neck to prevent the blood from bleeding too much.The hole looked big, but luckily it wasn't deep, and the bleeding stopped soon.

Fu Ran's forehead was still hot.

His fever seemed to be getting worse, and his consciousness was not clear.Cen Nian supported him, and Fu Ran was much taller than him, with his head resting on Cen Nian's shoulder, talking incoherently.

The straw house can at least keep out the rain.Cen Nian didn't dare to take Fu Ran out with this rain, so he could only wait for others to come to support him.

Five or six minutes later, a human voice came from outside, calling for the two of them.

Suddenly, Fu Ran, who had been holding him all the time, said something in a low voice

"Teacher Cen, do you like puppies?"

Cen Nian's heart stopped beating.

The silly big man's vocal cords were injured, but he recovered a little later. The first thing he said was to call him 'Teacher Cen' together with the children in the class.

"What?" He frowned tightly, looking at Fu Ran, "What did you say?"

Fu Ran looked at him without answering.

Cen Nian wanted to ask again, but the people outside the door were already calling them both

"Mr. Fu, Mr. Cen, open the door, I'm sorry."

Reluctantly, Cen Nian opened the door and put Fu Ran into the car with the staff.

What a rough night.

They were sent to a small unused bungalow, and the doctor followed him in to see how Fu Ran was doing and whether he wanted to go to the city hospital.

Unexpectedly, 2 minutes later, the doctor came out with an inexplicable expression on his face

"He doesn't have a fever?"

Cen Nian wondered, "Impossible, I touched his forehead before, at least 38 degrees."

He walked in and touched Fu Ran's forehead.Sure enough, the fever subsided completely.Fu Ran lay on the bed with his eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.

Cen Nian was very surprised and walked out.

"However, when it just rained," he communicated with the doctor, "he was still burning, his mind was not clear, and he didn't even know who he was."

By the way, he mentioned a detail that he found strange.

"He looked at me at that time, as if he didn't recognize me, he touched mine again, and then..."

The doctor smiled and said, "Are you kidding? This is a characteristic of prosopagnosia. It is impossible for actor Fu to have prosopagnosia... Besides, fever will not cause memory confusion like the one you described."

Cen Nian let out a 'huh'.

The doctor and he stayed outside, guarding Fu Ran just in case.At four or five o'clock, it was almost dawn, and Fu Ran did not have a fever anymore, so Cen Nian went to another room and fell asleep.

This is just a blip.

Although a sudden heavy rain made people extremely embarrassed, it did not cause any serious consequences after all.The program team apologized and gave Cen Nian a salary increase, but the filming had to continue.Cen Nian didn't lie down until after four o'clock, and set the alarm clock for seven o'clock to get up.

At eight in the morning, Cen Nian opened his eyes.

He huddled under the quilt for a moment, straightened up, and smelled the smell of food.

It's not the aroma, it's the smell of oily smoke from cooking. It's really hard to describe it when you taste it carefully.

This is an earth embryo house with two rooms, and the cooking is done in the yard outside.

Cen Nian took the travel toothbrush cup, took some warm water, and walked out with the toothbrush in his mouth.

"It's early in the morning, who is so—" considerate.

Seeing the person holding the spatula, Cen Nian swallowed those two words.

Fu Ran put a small band-aid on his neck, held a spatula, and looked at him.After the rain last night, Fu Ran should have taken a shower and changed into a white shirt and suit pants, with the sleeves of the shirt rolled up to the elbows.

"Cen Nian."

Fu Ran was silent for a moment, then smiled at him.

It seems that Fu Ran has returned to normal.

The photographer dutifully followed along.Even so, he also knew that most of the shots he took would be useless—if he dared to edit the situation between Cen Nian and Fu Ran into a reality show, the ratings would teach him how to behave in minutes.

Who knows, today's Cen Nian is a little different.

With a toothbrush in his mouth, he walked up to Fu Ran and took a look into the pot.

"Well," Cen Nian looked at the things inside that couldn't see the original appearance clearly, and smiled, "Mr. Fu, you are so ingenious."

Fu Ran tightened his grip on the shovel and nodded.

Soon the frying was done in one pot, and Fu Ran took a small plate and poured out what seemed to be fried rice.

Cen Nian sat at the small wooden table playing with his mobile phone, and said absently

"I didn't expect you to be able to cook."

"I learned some things before."

"Really? When I lived with me before," Cen Nianhua said casually while holding his phone, "Why don't you see me as a snail girl? You silly?"

Fu Ran's hand holding the dinner plate froze, and put the plate in front of Cen Nian with his usual expression, asking

"Feel sorry?"

Cen Nian smiled, but said nothing.

He has no idea.

Fu Ran is an idiot, this idea made him feel absurd at first - and it still is now.But Fu Ran's reaction...

Fu Ran brought a plate himself and sat down opposite.

Fu Ran took a sip and thought it was okay.The appearance is not very good, but the taste is ok.

Who knows, when Cen Nian took a sip, his expression changed.

Gu Xian carried a packing box, opened the door and walked in

"Honey, I'm here to help refugees—wow, is this meal made by actor Fu?" He saw the apron hanging beside Fu Ran's chair.

"Is it so unpalatable?" Gu Xian looked suspiciously at Cen Nian's face.

"Well," Cen Nian nodded, and said lazily, "It's hard to eat."

Holding the chopsticks, Fu Ran paused.

"Sorry." Fu Ran was silent for a moment, then stood up, "I'll fry another one."

He reached out to take Cen Nian's plate.

Cen Nian pressed the plate, looked at Fu Ran steadily, and said word by word:

"Do not bother."

"Fry another serving, and it won't taste any better." Cen Nian said with a smile, "Some people are not born to do this, why should they force themselves?"

He meant something.

"Hey," Gu Xian tugged at his sleeve, "It's too much."

Cen Nian didn't move, but still raised his head slightly, looking at Fu Ran casually.

Fu Ran was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Correct."

He nodded, picked up the plate of fried rice, and dumped it into the trash can.

Open your eyes at five o'clock in the morning, wash vegetables, chop vegetables, find oil, and wash pots.It was not until eight o'clock that such a fried rice was finally finished.

Since Cen Nian doesn't like it, then he doesn't like it.

No matter how hard you try, it will be in vain.

Gu Xian was like an old hen shivering with fear in front of tigers and lions. She looked at Cen Nian and then at Fu Ran, shrinking her neck and not daring to speak.Fu Ran sat where he was, while Cen Nian took apart the disposable chopsticks and pushed the packing box over to Fu Ran.

"Mr. Fu, eat, I'm not hungry."

He paused, and added, "You should know what I mean."

From the moment he moved and returned the keys to Fu Ran, Cen Nian's attitude has always been clear.

If you don't want it, you don't want it.

Not out of hate, or anything.Tired, gave up, recognized it, and no longer like it.

No matter how hard you try.

It doesn't matter whether he is Fu Ran or a big fool.

Fu Ran clenched the hand holding the disposable chopsticks, the chopsticks broke in the palm, the wooden thorn pierced into the palm, and blood flowed out, but he didn't notice it.

Cen Nian and Gu Xian left.Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the photographer followed Cen Nian and Gu Xian away.

Fu Ran sat alone in the empty courtyard for a long while.

During the long silence, his eye sockets were a little red.