Did the celebrity fall today? [Entertainment]

"Have you come to City H?" Zhuang Jing never expected him to say that.

"Yeah, I brought you a New Year's gift." Jin Hong's background sound has the howling wind of H city, whining non-stop.

"I'll be back in two days, why are you still flying over here?" Zhuang Jing's voice was unconsciously filled with distress.

"I can't wait, I want to come and pick you up and go back together."

Jin Hong's sound waves are transmitted and recombined by the current, bringing a unique magnetism and rhythm, echoing in the ears.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The words were obviously very common, but it was as if the drumbeat of the stage exploded in the ears, the roots of the ears were burning bright red, and the blood rushed to the atrium one after another.

Zhuang Jing squeezed the phone hastily and unconsciously, and said "oh", only to realize that his throat was so tight.

He covered the microphone and cleared his throat before saying, "It's freezing outside, I'll send you the address of a coffee shop, and we'll meet there."

"Okay." Jin Hong smiled.

"Put on more clothes." Zhuang Jing instructed.

"You too, don't freeze yourself." Jin Hong replied.

Zhuang Jing hung up the phone and touched his cheek, which was still a little hot.Why did he lose his composure like this? I can't help but feel annoyed.

He looked down at himself, still wearing the big red sweater that Zhuang's mother had chosen for him, like a walking Santa Claus.He stood up abruptly and went to pick out clothes in front of the closet.

Wearing a padded jacket and walking on the street, the snowflakes fluttered down and wet the eyelashes.Zhuang Jing stretched out his hand and caught a piece of snow. The small hexagonal petals quickly melted into water in his hand.This weather is easy to think of the capital 100 years ago.

Soon to see Jin Hong, Zhuang Jing smiled unconsciously.

Zhuang Jingxuan's coffee shop has few customers, the atmosphere is quiet, and the decoration is elegant. You can sit for a long time after ordering a cup of something.

Zhuang Jing deliberately chose a relatively hidden corner where he could see the door, so that he could see Jin Hong immediately.

About 10 minutes later, Jin Hong walked in from the door.He hung the black down jacket on the hanger provided by the coffee shop. He was wearing a dark gray turtleneck sweater and an iron gray twill coat. His legs were long and straight, and he wore neat desert boots. Invited models.

The two little girls sitting at the door patted each other excitedly, and one of them took out his mobile phone and secretly took some pictures of Jin Hong.

Zhuang Jing stood up and raised his hand to signal to Jin Hong.I don't know why, although I have been in touch every day for more than a month, but when Jin Hong really appeared in front of me, I still felt cramped and restrained.

But when Jin Hong approached and saw his familiar expression and smile, this feeling disappeared without a trace.

Jin Hong stretched out a hand and gently brought Zhuang Jing into his arms, and Zhuang Jing's forehead was pressed against Jin Hong's chin.

He seemed to have just shaved, and his face still smelled of dry aftershave.

Of course, this was just a polite greeting, and it was closed at the touch of a button, but the breath and temperature of the two exchanged with each other at this moment, and they hugged each other quietly.

Jin Hong smiled and said, "Xiao Wu'er, your outfit reminds me of the pink pleats you wore when you sang "Su Xiaomei"."

Zhuang Jing was wearing a pale pink sweater. His complexion was very fair and his eyelashes were long, which showed the temperament of the dress to the fullest, like a dewdropped lotus protruding from a clear spring.

Zhuang Jing said: "Isn't it Chinese New Year? I don't wear red, and my mother won't let me go out. Well, my mother is very excited to know that you came to H City, and she almost came out with me, and finally stopped her Yes, she said that this scarf must be delivered to you."

Zhuang Jing held a bright red cashmere scarf in his hand, which was a spoils that Ms. Li Yingmei was very satisfied with when she was shopping, but she hadn't found the time for her son to wear it, so it happened to be given to Jin Hong.

"Exactly, you are all dark."

Jin Hong lowered his head and signaled Zhuang Jing to wear it for him.Zhuang Jing was stunned for a second, then hung the scarf around Jin Hong's neck.His hands are very skillful, and they are also very beautiful when they are knotted, but his fingers brushed Jin Hong's Adam's apple unintentionally, making Jin Hong's body froze unexpectedly.

After finishing the tie, he straightened it for him, and said with a smile, "It's very nice."

Jin Hong wore a big red scarf and obediently sat opposite Zhuang Jing.

After ordering something to drink, Jin Hong finally returned to normal. He looked at Zhuang Jing: "You seem to have gained some flesh recently, and your face has finally become rounder."

Zhuang Jing rubbed his face: "I eat a lot of fish and meat every day at home, and my mother fed me a lot of fat."

Jin Hong said: "I will also work hard after returning to the capital, trying to make you fat like my aunt."

Zhuang Jing took a sip of his iced lemon tea, and quickly waved his hands: "Don't, I'm going to lose weight as soon as I get back, and I'm already 66 kg." If you get fatter and fatter, and you can't wear costumes, then it's going to be a joke.

Zhuang Jing stirred the drink with a straw, and repeated the old saying: "So, you met Hanyue's great-great-granddaughter the day before yesterday, and why did you go to the auction with her?"

Unexpectedly, Jin Hong began to chew on words: "It's still cold and cold, it seems that your relationship was really good back then, and it wasn't all made up by tabloids."

Zhuang Jing couldn't help laughing: "All right, don't call me Han Yue, can I call you Lord Qiu? When I went to Shanghai, he took great care of me—"

Jin Hong's face darkened slightly, and Zhuang Jing continued, "But he just appreciates my drama, and we are just ordinary friends. Sigh, it's all been a few years ago, how can it compare to your freshly released scandal?"

Unexpectedly, Jin Hong took out a beautifully wrapped velvet box from his pocket and pushed it in front of Zhuang Jing: "The New Year gift I gave you is also the reason why I met Miss Qiu."

Unknown to Zhuang Jing, he opened it inside, and there was a ruby ​​inside for eyes and tail fins. The diamond-encrusted Pianfeng was the one he wore for himself when Zaihong returned to China when he sang. .

The Pianfeng is very well preserved, it has a history of 100 years, and it is still as bright as when it was first picked up.

"This……"

He stopped using this phoenix including the whole set of head and face a long time ago, and it became the bottom of the box. Except for using Yunchun once later, it was the first time seeing him again after many years.

"After you left, this phoenix and the whole set of head masks were exported to Hong Kong and were collected by Qiu Botao. After Qiu Botao passed away, it was transferred to the name of Miss Qiu's family as an inheritance. In this auction, I I bought it for you."

Zhuang Jing's hand hung lightly on Pianfeng, his fingertips moved slightly, wanting to drop but not daring to drop, Jin Hong took his hand and put it up.

The gemstone is warm and hard, just like Jin Hong's big hands with clear bones, giving him the remaining warmth from the past and the strength to face the new life.

Zhuang Jing raised his head: "Did you buy back that whole set?"

Jin Hong nodded, fearing that Zhuang Jing would be burdened, and added: "Ding Chengfeng is the 110th anniversary of my role, I dare not give you a gift that is too shabby. In the end, it is actually just returning your things you."

"You can't say that." But how to say it, Zhuang Jing didn't need to say it, Jin Hong also knew what he wanted.

He closed the lid, having already made a decision in his mind.He will wear this head mask on the day he surprises Jin Hong, which can be regarded as living up to Jin Hong's heart.

The faint smile on the corners of Zhuang Jing's lips is like a peach blossom blooming in early March. It's hard to say how bright it is, but people can't take their eyes off.

Jin Hong raised his head and asked in an inquiring tone: "Sheng Muhuai said that a 10-minute promotional documentary will be made to commemorate Ding Chengfeng."

Zhuang Jing said: "Yeah, I'm going to play Zhang Shanghong, and I recommend you to play Zaihong. But don't worry, the two of us together will only play 10 minutes. After all, Ding Chengfeng has produced so many famous opera masters, and the two of us It's just a primer."