The bodyguard of the reborn actor

On the day of Qingming, Han Peiyuan went to Nanshan Cemetery alone.

The place was a bit far away, so he caught the first bus and wandered on it for more than an hour before arriving.

After getting out of the car, he gathered his scarf and walked towards his destination with his hands in his pockets.

He didn't expect that Jing Chengzhi and Shao Jingyu would come so early.

Their car was parked at the entrance of the cemetery, and the assistant put his hand on top of the car as they got out.As soon as Shao Jingyu's feet landed on the ground, his piercing eyes swept over.

Shao Jingyu's gaze was the same as that of others, swift and resolute, decisive and ruthless.His eyes are full of deterrence, but they are useless in front of Han Peiyuan.

Han Peiyuan stepped forward generously, smiled at Jing Chengzhi, and stretched out his hand to Shao Jingyu: "Mr. Shao, I have long admired you."

Shao Jingyu put his hands in the pockets of his suit jacket and remained motionless.Han Peiyuan didn't say much, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"You can go up later." Jing Chengzhi said to Shao Jingyu.Then, without waiting for the other party's answer, he greeted Han Peiyuan and went up the stairs.

"You seem... not in a good mood?" Han Peiyuan was half a body behind him, with concern in his voice.

"Seeing the dead, should you be in a good mood?"

"Sorry, that's not what I meant. I thought you had a fight with President Shao."

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Jing Chengzhi turned around and glared at him: "It's none of your business."

Han Peiyuan smiled kindly.Jing Chengzhi's expression slowly relaxed, but he pouted: "Your eyes give me goosebumps!"

"I just think you're a lot older than I thought you were."

"Don't speak in this tone to someone older than you!"

Jing Chengzhi's words reminded Han Peiyuan of a fact he had to face: he is only 20 years old now, while his younger brother is 28 years old.

The tomb is quite new, and the tombstone is as Han Peiyuan expected, with no words on it.

Jing Chengzhi yelled "brother", and tears came down.

Han Peiyuan possessed himself and put the flowers he brought in front of the grave: "You're still crying."

"I didn't do it on purpose." Jing Chengzhi blew his nose, "I just thought that my brother has always been nice to me, but I always choked on him."

Han Peiyuan put his hand gently on his back: "Your brother, he won't be angry with you because of this. It's only natural for my brother to be self-willed in front of his brother."

"It's not capricious, it's ignorant. At that time when he debuted, my parents didn't want me to engage in this business anymore. I ignored him for a long time because of this. He was better than me since he was a child. Although we are twins, but He is better than me and more serious than me in everything. Sometimes I am very angry, wishing I didn't have this brother. Now I have got my wish, but I still feel very uncomfortable. "

Han Peiyuan felt a little ridiculous, but also a little emotional.He has liked this younger brother since he was a child, and he is probably too used to it, not calm enough.The sudden change forced him to grow up quickly, but he had a lot of psychological pressure in the past few months.Now, in the face of a stranger who knows himself, let him vent for the time being.

Han Peiyuan sat down on the spot and gave Jing Chengzhi a hand.The child stood stubbornly, was shaken by the pull, then sniffed again, and sat down slowly.

"Okay, you understand the truth. If I want to persuade you again, you will say that you are coaxing children."

"Well, I know." Jing Chengzhi bit his lower lip and nodded.

Han Peiyuan began to talk nonsense: "Your brother has always had a regret, that is, he is not very good at singing, and even if he won the best actor, he failed to set foot in the music scene. Now you have brought him to realize this dream, and he has to stand higher."

Jing Chengzhi turned his head to the other side: "Hmph, that's up to you!"

"Also, protect yourself." Han Peiyuan looked at the back of his head, and couldn't help softening his tone.Resisting the urge to reach out and touch it, he blinked to hide his tears.

Those people who didn't know who they were once harmed him. No matter what their purpose was, Jing Chengzhi now used the identity of Jing Chengnian, so he naturally became the target of his attack.Han Peiyuan believes that Shao Jingyu will pay more attention to their safety, but this does not mean that he can rest assured.

If possible, I really want to find a company of special forces to come over!

"By the way!" Jing Chengzhi patted his shoulder suddenly, "Actually, you like my brother, right?"

Wait, is there something wrong?

Jing Chengzhi winked at him like a person who has experienced it: "Don't be embarrassed, I can see it. Alas, I was the one who said it just now, and I didn't care about your feelings. You were also in pain when my brother had an accident, right? "

Hero, your brain power is really good!

"But don't be too sad, my brother will definitely not like you. Oh, I didn't mean that... In short, go for it! If you need my help, just ask me."

I kinda like my own.After Han Peiyuan experienced the psychological process of shock, speechlessness, and helplessness, he just smiled slightly at this time: "I will make good use of you."

The two chatted for a while and exchanged cell phone numbers.Then Han Peiyuan left, and Jing Chengzhi waited for Shao Jingyu to come up.

Han Peiyuan went down a dozen steps, but turned to the other side.

He was going to see Han Ruiping, the father of this body.

Han Ruiping's tomb is in another area.Although not as high-end as here, it is not bad.Thinking about it, when Yu Danmei and Han Rui Fangkeng went to his estate, they were a little afraid of the deceased, so they settled him properly.

The original owner would come here every Qingming Festival, so Han Peiyuan followed his memory and found it smoothly.

A clump of daisies stands in front of the grave, and a person stands with his hands behind his back.

"Brother Jin?"

That person turned his head, it was Jin Feiyu, the host of "Entertainment Without Limits".

"You're here too." As if he was mentally prepared for the meeting between the two, Jin Feiyu greeted him, then turned back to look at the tombstone, "A few years ago, I was too busy with work to come and see your dad. Come see me today." Look, fortunately the place is not hard to find."

Han Peiyuan didn't know how to respond.His feelings for Han Ruiping were a bit complicated, and he didn't know much about Jin Feiyu, so he just bowed silently in the end.

Jin Feiyu took a look at him, and didn't know whether to tell him or Han Ruifang: "Pingzi, your son is very good." Then he turned and patted Han Peiyuan on the shoulder, "Do you have something to say to your father? I'll go first gone."

"Brother Jin, go slowly." Han Peiyuan looked at his back with a complicated expression.

Now that there is no one else around, Han Peiyuan doesn't know what to say.He sat cross-legged in front of the grave, straightened the daisy, and found an entry point: "Uncle—I'll call you that—you should know that I'm not your son, I'm sorry for that, but I I don’t know why this happened. What happened on the eve of New Year’s Eve and why your son died, these are all on my mind, and I will slowly find out. I will also act well, of course this is not just your son’s Ambition. Next time, I will come to see you when I get the actor."

This is naturally Han Peiyuan's soliloquy, and no one will answer him.

When I got home, it was already dark.

I didn't have time to eat at noon, and now my stomach is growling with hunger.Han Peiyuan flipped through the refrigerator, took out two potatoes, washed them, and steamed them with the rice.

While undressing, he glanced at his phone.There was no call or text message, and I clicked into the inbox to confirm, but there was no reply from Qin Shen.

Didn't see it?Or is there no signal in the deep mountains and old forests?

Han Peiyuan made up for the chills in his head, put his phone aside casually and went back to the kitchen to watch the fire.

The day after tomorrow I'm going to audition, if Qin Shen can't come back, wouldn't he have to go alone!

It's not that he's ostentatious or hypocritical.In his previous life, he had been well protected by Shao Jingyu, and he had never had any worries about this. Suddenly something went wrong and he was directly killed. The psychological shadow brought about by this was quite serious.What's more, he went to meet the producer of the MV before, which was also an unpleasant memory.

Han Peiyuan was a little restless.Thinking about whether to call him or not, I felt that it would not be good to call him back suddenly when I agreed to give him a vacation.

The mobile phone was stuffed in the crack of the sofa as if it had been abandoned, and Han Peiyuan sat facing the door, looking outside while eating, hoping to see Qin Shen's paralyzed face.

As a result, Qin Shen really didn't show up until Han Peiyuan was about to go out at 5 pm on the 1th!

It's number 5!It's time for the Ching Ming holiday to end!

Han Peiyuan dialed the phone while locking the door.

Just after two beeps, the other party picked up: "Xiaoyuan?"

"When will you come back!" Han Peiyuan said angrily.

"The first bus I caught today was supposed to arrive before noon, but it was blocked on the expressway. I'm sorry."

Han Peiyuan blinked: "Uh, did you see the text message? Then why didn't you reply?"

"Do you need to reply?" Qin Shen's tone was rarely hesitant.

Han Peiyuan breathed out: "Forget it, I have no time to wait for you. I'll go there first. When you arrive, go directly to Times Media."

Withdrawing 500 yuan at the ATM on the side of the road—the salary that had just arrived this morning, Han Peiyuan hailed a taxi.

Times Creative Media is not very far away. After waiting for a few red lights on the road, it arrived at 5:01, 30 minutes away.

He tidied up his clothes, reported his name to the receptionist, and was led to the elevator: "Please go to the 8th floor, Mr. Feng is already waiting for you there."

Han Peiyuan nodded to express his gratitude, and was about to press the button to close the door, when a somewhat hoarse female voice sounded: "Wait a minute!"

Han Peiyuan went to press the door button again, and kept a gentleman's smile as he listened to the "click" sound of high heels approaching.

"Thank you. Huh? I'm also on the 8th floor." The lady looked at him with a little surprise.

At this time, Han Peiyuan's back was pressed against the inner wall of the elevator, and his palms were also wet with sweat.This woman, he has seen.