Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

When Zhao Kai was still worrying about how to explain to Wang Miao, the person concerned looked at the gradually completed stage, his eyes were full of excitement, Zhao Kai watched, and sat side by side with Wang Miao Chat together: "Speaking of which, are you not related by blood to Chu Jiachen from the acting class?"

Wang Miao raised his hand to put on the hood, hid his face in the shadow, and said sullenly, "No."

Zhao Kai took a sip of his drink and said carelessly, "But you really look alike. When I saw your face clearly, I thought it was him."

Wang Miao smiled: "Who is Chu Jiachen? Is he very famous in this school? According to what you mean, if it is Chu Jiachen, he can't work there, right?"

Zhao Kai said excitedly: "Chu Jiachen, he is very powerful, the proud son of heaven, the teacher praised him for being very spiritual, if he enters the show business circle, he should have a bright future, I didn't mean that, I was surprised, how could he be so surprised?" Similar people."

With Jiang's consortium as the backing, not only is it "very promising", but it should have a bright future. Wang Miao raised the corners of his lips, not knowing whether it was a mockery or self-deprecating. He looked at Zhao Kai and asked calmly, "Disappointed?" Is it?"

Zhao Kai was stunned: "Huh?"

Wang Miao turned back, turned his gaze to the stage again, and explained, "I'm not Chu Jiachen, am I disappointed?"

Zhao Kai scratched his head: "What's so disappointing, you are you, he is him, I don't know Chu Jiachen, but I should be with you, we can be considered friends."

Zhao Kai's childish words made Wang Miao's eyes sour. After so many years, he has been living under the shadow of Chu Jiachen, and this is the first time someone said that to him, explaining the difference between him and Chu Jiachen in a serious way.

Zhao Kai said softly: "You are different from him. The teacher said that his eyes contain innocence, innocence, purity, and a very pleasing feeling. You are different."

Wang Miao didn't take off the hood of the sweater, but just sneered: "You cultural people just speak differently, and you are also polite when you praise others."

Zhao Kai held his cheek: "Your eyes show stubbornness, forbearance, exhaustion, and..."

Wang Miao wanted to light a cigarette, but suddenly remembered that he was at school and endured it. He folded his knees and kept rubbing his hands to suppress the craving for cigarettes. He coughed, "What else?"

Zhao Kai said seriously: "I can't say, anyway, he is better than Chu Jiachen, I think he is a spoiled child, dry, you are good, have the kind of charm honed in the wind and dust."

Wang Miao was amused by Zhao Kai's analysis, he burst into a foul language, and asked, "You study psychology, you can see so many things from a pair of eyes."

Zhao Kai spread his hands: "I learned from directing."

Wang Miao didn't continue to dwell on this issue. To him, what he saw was not important at all. He just wanted to live a good life and earn a lot of money. Zhao Kai's words were just the sudden sentimentality of a young literary and artistic youth. Stand up and pat your butt: "I'll go shopping by myself."

The greening of Zhao Kai School is very beautiful. In late autumn, the maple leaves are fiery red, which makes the sunset light fade a bit. Wang Miao just looked up, completely forgetting the fact that he is a road idiot. When he looked around again, there was only There are continuous patches of maple trees, the wind shuttles between the branches, and the provocative maple leaves rattle. Occasionally, one or two maple leaves whirl in front of Wang Miao and fall to the ground, making people not aware of the murderous aura of late autumn. Sitting under the tree, Miao lowered his head and carefully picked out the maple leaf that he thought was beautiful. He wanted to take it home as a bookmark, or use it to customize a mobile phone case.

Holding a maple leaf in one hand, Wang Miao held them up over his head and compared them carefully. He wanted to see which maple leaf had the better pattern through the sunlight. I came here for Chu Jiachen's invitation. I originally wanted to park the car before Chu Jiachen got out of class. I never thought that by accident, he would see this scene. Does Wang Miao have such a clear side? He moved his throat and wanted to call Wang Miao's name, but he was choked and unable to speak. He was a little unwilling to destroy such a beauty.

"Which one do you see looks good?" This is a WeChat message sent by Wang Miao to Zhao Kai, and there are two smiling expressions at the end of the sentence.

"The second one is pretty. Where are you? The music festival is about to begin." Zhao Kai laughed out loud, as if he could feel Wang Miao's pride through the screen.

"I don't know, but there are many maple trees here, very beautiful." Zhao Kai read Wang Miao's news, his face could not stop smiling, and he replied with his fingers flying, "It's Fenglin. There is also an internet celebrity milk tea shop in Linshen, the milk tea there is super delicious."

It's not that Wang Miao didn't see Jiang Lin's car, it's just that he thought Jiang Lin wouldn't be in the car at the moment, and what if he was in the car, Jiang Lin is different from Fu Xizhou, he is the helm of Jiang's consortium and a successful person It is not worth embarrassing a child from the bottom of society like him, let alone with their current relationship, whether President Jiang will give him a straight look or not, at this time Wang Miao walked to the depths of Fenglin with all his heart, thinking All of them are milk tea houses deep in the maple forest.

There are several strings of wind chimes hanging at the entrance of the milk tea shop. When Wang Miao found this shop, the wind chimes were ringing. The name of the milk tea shop is Xinghui, with wooden decoration. Wang Miao opened the door and only poked his head in. Looking at the waiter: "Hello, are you open?"

The lighting in the store is very soft, the sofa is also very soft, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are fiery red maple trees, and the pink sunset that is about to set, Wang Miao turned on the camera to save this rare comfort, and sent a circle of friends without any accompanying text, Only one location and this image

"Dear brother, how do you know there is a milk tea shop here?" Chu Jiachen pushed open the door, his small nose screamed, and the wind in late autumn turned a little red.

"Guess." Jiang Lin smiled.

"Isn't that Wang Miao, the one who looks very similar to me." Chu Jiachen stopped, turned to look at Jiang Lin, and said in surprise, "What a coincidence."

"It's a coincidence." Jiang Lin went straight to the bar to choose milk tea with no expression on his face, but he really wanted Chu Jiachen to provoke Wang Miao.

Sure enough, Chu Jiachen did not keep up with Jiang Lin, he turned around to clear his throat beside Wang Miao, and then stretched out his hand: "Hello, Wang Miao, my name is Chu Jiachen, nice to meet you."

Wang Miao put on the hood, and his sight was mostly blocked by the brim of the hat. He raised his head slightly, and saw Chu Jiachen's canine teeth and crooked eyes. He looked like a winner. Wang Miao lowered his head: "Fortunately!" meeting."

Wang Miao didn't shake hands, Chu Jiachen was not embarrassed, he asked again: "You came here by yourself?"

Wang Miao was so annoyed, he said perfunctorily, "Yes."

Chu Jiachen stood on tiptoe, like a kid who loves to compare, he showed off: "I came with Brother Jiang Lin, there is a music festival tonight, do you want to go together?"

Wang Miao shook his head: "No, there is still something to do."

Chu Jiachen suddenly realized, as if unintentionally, but actually mercilessly tore open Wang Miao's scar: "Oh, I forgot, you have to go to work at night."

The word "work" was bitten by Chu Jiachen very hard, with a strong sense of sarcasm, Wang Miao raised his little finger to cover his ears, and used actions to retaliate against Chu Jiachen's naive provocation, Chu Jiachen was a bit outmatched, He looked at Jiang Lin and shouted, "Brother Jiang Lin, here, your friend."

Jiang Lin looked at Wang Miao, and before he could take a step, Wang Miao had already stood up, as if he didn't want to communicate with Jiang Lin, they walked face to face, then Wang Miao bowed his head, turned sideways, and moved aside Jiang Lin ahead of time. Rubbing shoulders broke Jiang Lin's idea of ​​trying to strike up a conversation with Chu Jiachen.

Wang Miao did not look for Zhao Kai again, but only sent him a message, telling him that he had some things to do and that he would make an appointment next time, then he hailed a taxi and fled this place that did not belong to him.

People, there are really different levels. On the way home, there are more or less Jiang’s properties on the billboards that catch the eye, and the photo of Chu Jiachen on it made his eyes sore. Wang Miao and the driver After the master said the address, he closed his eyes. He never felt tired when he had something to do, but when he relaxed, a huge sense of exhaustion engulfed his body.

During the short drive, Wang Miao had many dreams over and over again, all about the bits and pieces of him and Jiang Lin in the past. In the dream, he was still so cowardly. Watching the traffic flow and looking at the crowd in a daze, then check out and get out of the car.

Fu Xizhou opened the car door and waved to Wang Miao: "Wang Miao, come here."

Almost instantly, Wang Miao suppressed his exhausted expression, with a smile on his face, he trotted over and nodded and bowed: "Good afternoon, Young Master Fu, what's the matter, Young Master Fu?"

Fu Xizhou took a look at Wang Miao, who had no makeup, and the beauty that did not match his memory shocked his vision. Fu Xizhou raised his hand to pinch the tip of his nose, and then raised his jaw: "Do you live here?"

Wang Miao nodded: "Well, live here."

Fu Xizhou raised his leg and kicked Wang Miao lightly, and said with feigned anger, "I don't go to work today, and I live in this crappy place. Let your father and I have a hard time looking for it."

Wang Miao didn't dare to hide, and flattered him, "What is Fu Shao looking for from me?"

Fu Xizhou took off his sunglasses and stuffed them in his pocket, then raised his leg and gave Wang Miao a kick. He cursed: "It's okay, I can't find you. Come on, I'm here. Take me to visit your house. I'll see where the nightclub prince lives." What kind of place is it?"

There was no way to hide, so Wang Miao had no choice but to accept his fate. He took Fu Xizhou down the stairs and saw the filth that had dried on the ground. Wang Miao immediately turned off the light on the phone. After entering Fu Xizhou, he leaned against the door and was at a loss.

There were no cups or seats in the house. Fu Xizhou was very uncomfortable with the small space. It was the first time Fu Xizhou, who had always been well-clothed, saw such a place. He turned around and asked Wang Miao, "Is it gone?"

Wang Miao was a little embarrassed, nodded: "It's gone."

Although it was small, Wang Miao tidied it up quite neatly, which made Fu Xizhou a little more comfortable. The pink-blue sheets, doll slippers that couldn't be named, and a large number of plush dolls occupying the end of the bed were clean, not what Fu Xizhou expected. Fu Xizhou actually felt relieved by the smell of musk that belonged to men.

[The author has something to say: sprinkle flowers?]