Did the celebrity fall today? [Entertainment]

Zhuang Jing immediately regretted it. Two days ago, Jin Hong's house was in darkness. Who would have thought that he would be here again today.

Looking at the door that opened automatically and the courtyard with lush vegetation, Zhuang Jing still stepped in.

In the distance, the branches and leaves of the loquat tree trembled, and a group of fat black cats jumped down from the loquat tree and rushed straight towards Zhuang Jing, rubbing their heads against Zhuang Jing's legs.

Zhuang Jing squatted down and held Zhima's face and rubbed it for a while, his fingers warmed up a lot.

"You little brat, you miss me that much?"

At this time, hurried footsteps came from the corridor, and Jin Hong came sooner than expected, Zhuang Jing's smile disappeared, and he stood up immediately.

Jin Hong appeared on the corridor, two meters away from him, and did not approach him.

Looking at each other, suddenly embarrassed, Zhuang Jing found that he hadn't thought about what to say.

Jin Hong didn't expect that Zhuang Jing would come to find him, and he didn't seem to know what to say, so he called his name in a low voice.

"Zhuang Guan."

Ripples of moonlight rippling in the courtyard, Zhuang Jing stood in the void.This person is always like a faint osmanthus shadow in the moon, and like flowers in the water, it seems that he can get close, but it is an empty dream after all.

"Jin Dong." Zhuang Jing thought for a while, and finally choked out a sentence: "Are you going to participate in "An Ordinary Week" too?

"Yes." Jin Hong nodded.

"Why?" Zhuang Jing asked.

Jin Hong's facial features are hidden in the shadow of the tree, but the outline is very clear: "Shen Peng has an accident, and the artist cannot be found."

"However, there are so many artists under Dingtai, you can just find anyone, you don't have to go by yourself."

"I attach great importance to this program." Jin Hong said, and then seemed to have no intention of explaining.

That's right, as the sponsor of variety shows and the chairman of Dingtai Media, Jin Hong can do whatever he wants, and he doesn't need to explain the reason for participating in a variety show to the small artists under his banner.

Zhuang Jing was restless, and even more angry at himself for rushing over impulsively, seeming overwhelmed.Why hasn't he corrected his identity? He is no longer a famous actor in his heyday, nor is he an old artist respected by everyone. He is just a newcomer in Jinhong's company.

The two froze there without speaking for a while.

"I didn't cook today, so I won't invite you." Jin Hong said.

Zhuang Jing nodded: "It's not easy to bother me too much."

"But I made tea, Mingqian Longjing, do you want to drink it?" He stepped forward and asked.

Zhuang Jing lowered his head and found that Jin Hong was stepping on the steps with bare feet, and he was not afraid of the cold even in the freezing weather.

But what does it have to do with him as a small employee, he said: "No, Jin Dong, I have to go back to pack tomorrow's luggage. I have disturbed you today, please forgive me."

He had to go back and reflect on his behavior these days and maintain a normal mind.

"Okay." Jin Hong said, "Then we'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Jin Hong returned to the cold living room, and there was a bowl of vermicelli in clear soup on the table, because the noodles were lumpy after being out for too long.

After pouring out the noodles, Jin Hong took a glass for himself and put three grams of tea in it.

The [-]-degree hot water washes away the tender green lotus heart, and the hot air is dense, and the tea leaves float and sink in the cup, as if they are dancing.

The old record was spinning in the gramophone again, and the sound of palm red gurgling flowed in the room, isolating the time and space outside.

The past gradually rose like a tide, and the bright hall changed in an instant.

It was a stage with curtains hanging down, and it was written about the generals and the prime ministers, the beauties on the stage who were as gorgeous as peaches and plums, and the sentient beings who followed the stage.

Boss Zhuang has a quirk. He is a part of the show when he is on stage, so he never drinks or takes a break.

But after singing a scene, he was always thirsty and tired, so the follower waited under the stage, and immediately handed him the teapot after the scene. The tea temperature was always around [-] degrees, which could dispel the cold without being too hot. Mouth.

Before the two broke up, Zhuang Jing's tea was prepared by Jin Hong.

Zhuang Jing liked Longjing the most in the Ming Dynasty, and Jin Hong kept all the tribute tea from the imperial court for him. After the former dynasty died, he sent people to Hangzhou to buy the best new leaves.

At that time, Jin Hong hoped to always occupy a position in Zhuang Jing's heart, a position that no one could surpass.

After the breakup, the time Zhuang Jing went to look for him at Baylor's Mansion was the last time they met.I just looked at it from a distance, and because I don't want to hurt Zhuang Jing's reputation, I won't even listen to his plays anymore.

At that time, he was very selfish, and secretly hoped that Zhuang Jing would hate himself more, so that at least he would not forget such a person.Maybe when the sea is clear and the world is peaceful, he can wash away all his sins and get back together with Zhuang Jing.

It's a pity that in the end, it was a terrible death. He was beaten without a good piece of meat, and his head was separated. Zhuang Jing must have never forgotten that tragic scene.

After being reborn, knowing that Zhuang Jing buried him that year, Jin Hong changed his mind for the first time.Had I known this earlier, it would have been better to be buried in the wilderness, eaten by wild dogs, and forgotten forever by Zhuang Jing.

The past is incredible.

Jin Hong stood up, turned off the record, turned on the laptop, and watched the replay of Zhuang Jing's audition.

The young man in the camera advances and retreats at a pace and is unstoppable, shining a dazzling light.

As always every time on stage.

It has been a long, long time since I saw such a dazzling Zhuangjing.He's back, it's good to be back.Jin Hong thought that there should be no more extravagant demands.

From now on, Zhuang Jing can do whatever he wants, and all he needs to do is to clear the obstacles on his way forward.

Seeing that the owner was in a bad mood, Zhima jumped on his lap and sat down, watching Zhuang Jing in the video, and let out a "meow" excitedly.

Jin Hong scratched Zhima's ears with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "I don't know why he likes you so much."

He lifted him up by pinching the creaking nest of sesame seeds, and shook him in front of him: "Tell Dad, how did you win people's favor?"

Zhima kicked Jin Hong's forearm impatiently, jumped to the ground and ran away.

Zhuang Jing didn't sleep well at night, and had a dream, dreaming that Zai Hong was there.

First, when Zaihong was young, he was very energetic, and he took him to the suburbs to watch the newly trained eagles on horseback, and waited for him to play in the snow wearing a black fox coat, holding a pot of Mingqian Longjing in his hand.

After a while, he turned into a middle-aged man again, nodding and bowing with a few "Tai-jun" and the two devils, his appearance was so humble that any Chinese would want to go up and kick this man's feet.

No matter how he was sent to the big prison, the head of the prison refused to open his mouth no matter how much he tortured him. They used a branding iron to burn his skin and pull out his nails. Finally, someone raised a huge machete and cut the prisoner with a single blow. Hong's head was chopped off.

Zhuang Jing walked in the desolate suburbs where he once rode his horse and whipped his whip, but was now full of devastation, desperately looking for the head.After searching for a long time, it can be regarded as found in the depths of long grass.He took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on the head, and the man's eyes slowly opened, and he saw that it was not Zai Hong, but Jin Hong.

Zhuang Jing sat up in shock, his heart beat so fast that he could jump out of his throat, looked around the bedroom for a week, realized where he was, and then slowly relaxed.

It's all Jin Hong's fault that he had such a mindless dream.

He opened the curtains, the sky was already bright, and it was time for him to get up and get ready for work.

When you see Jin Hong today, stop overreacting and treat him like an unfamiliar work partner.

It was the beginning of November, and the weather was getting colder and colder. Zhuang Jing put on a down jacket, dragged a small suitcase and walked outside, while hailing a taxi with his mobile phone.

At this time, the silver-gray SUV drove up to the door of Zhuang Jing's house. Jin Hong pressed the window and said, "Let's go, let's drop by and go to the airport together."