What about actor?

7:30, break time after dinner.

In the narrow room, a figure in a prison uniform had been sitting in the corner for a long time.

The small square window let in some light, and Shi Feng curled up on the bed, leaning on the dim light and slowly flipping through Freud's works, his eyes extremely focused.

The door lock rustled, and there was a clanging sound of metal and iron colliding. After the door was opened, Shi Feng raised his eyes and looked over there.

There was no expression on the guard's serious face all the year round. He said, "Shi Feng, pack up your things tonight and get out of prison tomorrow."

Shi Feng looked at the other party quietly, with a dazed expression on his face. It took him a long time to realize, "Yes, I got it."

The next day, it started to snow in Yangyangsa.

The heavy iron door opened slowly, it was heavily rusted, and the sound of friction against the ground was a bit harsh.

When he was in prison, Shi Feng didn't bring anything. Now that his sentence is over, he just carried a small bag, put on a shriveled down jacket, and left the place where he had been staying for four years.

Shi Feng looked at the outside world with some dizziness, as if at this moment, he was finally born again.

"breeze!"

He thought that no one would come to pick him up, but Shi Feng saw a familiar figure not far away.

Xu Bin stood by the car and waved to him, Shi Feng was stunned, and walked towards Xu Bin, but the other party seemed to be unable to wait, and rushed up to embrace him.

Shi Feng didn't know where to put his hands and feet, so he gave a stiff smile, "Brother Xu."

Xu Bin patted Shi Feng's shoulder, his eyes were full of emotion, "Why are you so thin?"

Shi Feng scratched his head, not knowing what to say, Xu Bin took the shabby little bag in his hand, "Get in the car, it's too cold, it's snowing for the first time today."

Shi Feng stayed at Xu Bin's house for the time being, rejected Xu Bin's idea of ​​letting him just live there, and planned to go out the next day to find a cheap house and rent one.

Xu Bin has a wife and a child, but Shi Feng really doesn't have such a thick skin, so he inserts himself into the family of three without any red face or beating heart.

When tidying up the room, Xu Bin brought him a plate of cut fruits and came in. Shi Feng said no, so he leaned against the door and ate grapes while watching Shi Feng busy.

After a lapse of four years, the top-tier idol and the gold medal agent who had a great reputation back then finally got together again.

Xu Bin asked: "What are you going to do in the future, what are your plans?"

Shi Feng took out the clothes in the bag, heard the words without raising his eyes, and thought for a while, "Let's let nature take its course."

Xu Bin said, "It's better to come to brother's coffee shop to work directly, and save yourself the trouble of looking for a job again."

Shi Feng shook his head, "No, I have plans."

Xu Bin said: "So what are your plans, where do you want to go?"

"..." Shifeng stopped the movements in his hands, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said, "I want to go back."

Xu Bin's expression was a little puzzled, and he didn't understand what this sentence meant for a while.

"Go back, where are you going?"

"..." Shi Feng just looked at Xu Bin quietly, without answering.

During the days of serving his sentence, Shifeng often felt like a walking dead.

It was a feeling of extreme depression and suffocation, all the time was arranged by engineering, eating, sleeping, eating, sleeping, endless loop...

He always suffers from insomnia in the middle of the night, thinking about why Dahao Nianhua has come to such a situation, if he does it all over again...

Should he also learn to be a little bit worse?

In Shi Feng's eyes and the long silence, Xu Bin seemed to understand something.

"I don't understand." Xu Bin's expression was very complicated, he took a deep look at Shi Feng, and scratched his head inexplicably.

"You still want to enter the ring? Haven't you been in prison for four years? How miserable do you want to be killed?"

Shi Feng was silent.

Xu Bin was even more puzzled, "Let's not say that you want to become an artist again, which agency do you think dares to take you? Listen to my brother's advice, don't go in this muddy water again, I can't bear to watch you suffer."

Listening to Xu Bin's words, Shi Feng was inexplicably lost in thought.

In the old memory, he suddenly thought of a man.

It's strange, even the face is a little unclear, but the man's words are quite clear.

……

He was smoking, his slender legs were crossed, his wrist was lean and handsome, and he was clasping a valuable watch.

The hazy cigarette filled the air, he raised his eyes and looked deeply at himself.

"What conditions do you want to drive, come or not."

For some reason, I suddenly had more courage.

Shi Feng lowered his eyelashes, staring at the floor, as if he was distracted, and seemed to be planning something.

After a long time, he raised his eyes again and looked at Xu Bin.

"At least let me try again."

***

In the bustling central area of ​​b1, the Changji Building with a total height of 528 meters stands in it. At night, the whole building begins to emit light blue light in layers.

This building, where countless film and television superstars have walked out, is like a sapphire that stands out in the dense urban night scene.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, the surrounding paparazzi are still tirelessly squatting.

A high-end nanny car slowly stopped at the gate of Changji.

The car door opened, and the first thing that came into view was a pair of spotless black leather shoes, followed by slender legs and a tall figure of nearly 188 cm.

Sensing that someone was taking pictures, Qi Mo glanced back, and the face full of irritability and impatience "clicked" and stopped in the camera.

After entering the company, Qi Mo tore off the scarf around his neck and threw it to the assistant, as if he had endured it for a long time, "Make me a cup of coffee."

Originally, today's schedule was over, but suddenly there was a problem with the copyright of a certain script adaptation.

As a popular actor who just won the Golden Image Award not long ago, Qi Mo is also the CEO of Changji Film and Television.

The media reported that he is a capitalist who freely shuttles between the entertainment circle and the business circle, with fame, wealth, and power, everything that one expects to have.

Just as Qi Mo sat down in the main seat in the meeting room, the assistant leaned over and said to him, "Mr. Qi, a gentleman who claims to be an artist came to the company this afternoon to look for you. He has been waiting until now and hasn't left yet."

The assistant spoke very fast, but it was a pity that before he finished speaking, Qi Mo flatly refused, "No see."

Qi Mo was very impatient: "Tell him, it's useless to wait until next year without an appointment."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and raised his chin to the project leader, "Tell me about the situation."

The person in charge of the project began to report: "OK, the screenwriter who is currently in charge of adapting the IP is..."

The assistant backed away silently, "Okay, I will inform that Mr. Shifeng to leave."

Qi Mo ignored him, and kept his eyes on the project leader, seeming to be understanding the situation very seriously.

But when the assistant opened the glass door and walked out, he suddenly seemed to think of something, "Wait."

The assistant looked back at him, "What's the matter, Boss Qi?"

Qi Mo pressed his temples, frowning as if he had never let go.

"You just said... Who should be notified to leave?"

Five minutes later, Qi Mo stood outside the reception and lit a cigarette.

The night in City A was freezing cold, but Qi Mo opened the view window and leaned there to enjoy the breeze.

When the chilly air blew away the melancholy smoke he exhaled, he looked at the reception room with deeper eyes, as if some man-eating monster was locked inside.

Only Qi Mo knew that there were no ugly things or man-eating monsters inside.

There was only one beautiful fox that I hadn't seen in four years.

Only Qi Mo knew that when he heard the name Shi Feng from his assistant, his heart stopped for a moment from the inside out, as if he was indeed excited.

Qi Mo felt that this feeling was fucking weird, what was he expecting.

Qi Mo put out the cigarette butt, opened the door and walked into the reception room, his expression froze when he saw the picture in front of him.

The person in the black hoodie had already fallen asleep on the table, breathing softly through his nose.He seemed a little cold, his fingers were all retracted into his sleeves, covering half of his face.

I haven't seen him for four years, but he doesn't seem to have changed. Apart from being thinner than before, his facial features are also clearer.

Qi Mo frowned. It's sub-zero weather, and this person came wearing a thin coat?

He stood quietly watching Shi Feng for a long time before he stepped forward and tapped his fingers on the walnut table.

"Wake up."