Shadow for the Emperor

Half of an ancient costume hangs down from the iron frame, especially its sleeves, which are only about [-] centimeters away from the ground. Underneath, there is a big fat cat squatting seriously, with its head tilted, and its paws raised, scratching again and again. Looking at it, the sleeves were shaking back and forth.

"God..." Xiao Zhe took a deep breath, this kind of silk clothes are the most expensive, how can he bear this kind of trouble, he hurriedly shouted, "Old Huang!"

Meow?

When Fat Cat heard the call from its owner, it turned its head in doubt, its paws were still patting and patting.

"You have no eyesight." He cursed in a low voice, not daring to see Wen Sheng's face now, he quickly picked up the fat cat, threw it out, and then slammed the bathroom door shut , in case this indomitable guy ran in to make trouble again, then turned around, picked up the sleeve of his clothes and took a good look——

"It's okay, it's okay, Lao Huang didn't show his claws, he didn't scratch you." After confirming it several times, Xiao Zhe let out a long breath.

Wen Sheng glanced at him, stepped over, pursed his lips, picked up the whole dress, shook it out and put it in front of his eyes.

"Why... uh." Xiao Zhe stared at the puddle of water stains on the red long dress, and smelled a pungent smell of cat urine, suddenly realized, so he could only laugh along with him, "That dead fat cat recently I ate too much, and my excrement smelled a little bit. Hehe, it’s okay, I’ll take it to the dry cleaner for you tomorrow, and I promise to return you a clean dress.”

"No need." Wen Sheng lowered his hand holding the clothes.

"what?"

"That's all." Seeing the other party's unresponsive expression again, Wen Sheng felt agitated, his hand holding the clothes tightened, and he threw it to the side, "Get out."

Xiao Zhe looked at the casually discarded clothes, and was a little confused. Looking at his face just now, didn't he still hold the clothes tightly?Why is it like throwing trash now?

Looking at the wooden person in front of him, the corners of Wen Sheng's mouth rose instead, "Why, do you want to serve me to change clothes?"

This expression that deserves to be beaten, such domineering words, in normal times, if it were someone else, Xiao Zhe would have scolded him back long ago, but now...he took another look at the poor clothes lying on the ground, open the door and go out.

This time, it took him only 2 minutes to sit back on the sofa before Wen Sheng came out of the bathroom.

The T-shirt on the upper body and the slacks on the bottom are obviously the match that he found at random, why do you feel that they are so different when you wear them?

To exaggerate, it's like wearing a Taobao bomb into a conference suit.

It's all his own clothes, why doesn't he have this effect when he wears them?Xiao Zhe originally wanted to keep looking at it, and figured out one, two, three, four, but caught someone's eye, he decided that it would be better to wait until the next day for such a long-term thing, and couldn't help but say awkwardly, "Then I Go wash."

Wen Sheng replied with a nasal voice.

"You can watch the TV, just that small box, the 'help' just now came from inside." He quickly explained, and then quickly explained how to use the remote control, and then quickly went into the bathroom go inside.

After closing the bathroom door with poor sound insulation, Xiao Zhe listened to the sound of the TV outside, looked at the wet clothes lying in the puddle, and sighed.

What kind of trouble did he bring into the house?

When Xiao Zhe took a shower and went out again, Wen Sheng was not watching TV, but was looking at his mobile phone.

The low-quality video recording hoarsely repeated the plot that Xiao Zhe imitated just now, which was simply a shameful PLAY to the ears of the master.

"Hey, don't fiddle with other people's mobile phones casually, privacy is important in modern society!" Xiao Zhe snatched the mobile phone and yelled.

"What is this? What are you doing in it?" He casually took the remote control again, pressed a number at will, and saw that the people in the square box had changed. After signaling, he spit out two words concisely ,"explain."

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Xiao Zhe decided to find a time to popularize to him what is called modern human rights, what the hell is this kind of tone of orders.

After thinking about it, but being helpless, he still shook the phone and explained: "This small boxy thing is called a mobile phone. It can be used to contact others, just like the pigeons you used to use. Of course , it has other messy functions, I’ll tell you about it later.” He pointed to the TV again, “That big boxy box is a TV, it’s for entertainment…”

He explained dryly for a long time, and finally made it clear why there were people on the TV, how those people got here, why the group of people changed after pressing the remote control, and so on.

Hearing a lot of what he said, Wen Sheng was thoughtful, "So, this is your job too? An actor?"

Xiao Zhe had to admit that he was indeed very smart, at least in terms of language. He has only been in contact with modern society for a long time, and he can slowly use modern language. Although some words are still used indecently, "Uh, if you have to say that Okay, but the word is a bit pejorative now."

"Is there a difference?"

"Actors perform by singing, but we speak?" In fact, both of them are performances, but he is dissatisfied with Wen Sheng's statement, "It's different anyway, don't say that the actors are the same as ancient operas , as if belonging to a lowly family."

"Hmph." Wen Sheng sneered.

Xiao Zhe frowned, "Don't look down on others, what's wrong with actors? What's wrong with actors? Isn't it just a way of making a living, so what's wrong with you?"

"A business that exists only to please people."

"Hey, what do you mean just to please people? Our acting not only satisfies others, but also satisfies ourselves. It's not what you describe." He was angry, what kind of attitude does this imply that actors can only flatter and rely on others? , "Stars in modern society, well-known actors have a large number of fans, I mean a large number of admirers, your statement is simply insulting them all!"

"It's the actor's luck to be appreciated."

"You can quibble!"

"It's just stating the facts." He looked at Xiao Zhe who was extremely excited, and said lazily, "You should calm down, I don't mind if you are."

Xiao Zhe was going to be pissed off by his "benevolent" attitude, "Do you mind my business?" He drank a large glass of cold water in one go to calm down, so as not to have a cerebral hemorrhage, "I tell you, we work, make money, and work with us. There is no difference between any other profession in this world, don't look at people with colored glasses!"

He was so angry that he didn't even bother to explain the modern words. He waved his hands and almost threw the phone out several times.

The original dream is held tightly in my hands ~ the place I want to go the most ~ how can I return halfway ~

Perhaps sensing that his life was being threatened, the phone rang in time, interrupting Xiao Zhe's anger.He froze for a moment, looked at Wen Sheng angrily, licked his tongue and pressed the call button, "Hello, who is it?"

The caller was Sister Rong, an elder in the circle who had always taken care of Xiao Zhe.

She brought him good news - she just helped him get an audition opportunity recently. Although it was a small trick, at least it was not as hard as a stand-in.

"Sister Rong, you helped me a lot! I don't even know how to thank you." Xiao Zhe almost kissed the phone, but he calmed down soon, "But in my situation, who wants me? Aren't you afraid of offending women...cough cough, Director Mo?"

"Anyway, if people dare to ask you, they will naturally consider the consequences. They are not afraid of you. What are you afraid of?" Sister Rong giggled over there, and knew that what Xiao Zhe wanted to say just now was "female devil", "You have grown up, and finally understand Be cautious in your words and deeds, it seems that you have learned something this year."

"Don't make fun of me, I'm not embarrassed enough?"

"Okay, don't tease you boy, let's talk about the details tomorrow." Sister Rong seemed to be quite busy, so she didn't talk nonsense after finishing the business.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Zhe was so happy that he could float.He glanced at Wen Sheng, and didn't bother to care about the argument just now, "I said, there is a modern drink that is quite good, do you want to try it?"

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Wen Sheng's answer, he walked to the refrigerator and took out all the beer stock inside.

Wen Sheng put down the magazine he took casually, and asked what it was with his eyes.

"Let me tell you, this is called beer, but it's a good thing. It's cheap, quenches your thirst, and fits the occasion. Don't think it's the same as the wine you've ever drunk. I guarantee that even if you're the emperor, you've never tasted it." He said With that, he opened two cans with two pops, handed one to Wen Sheng, and took another big gulp boldly.

Wen Sheng took the beer, looked at the yellow liquid in the gap, and shook it lightly, not expecting that white foam would overflow from there soon, all over the place.

"Hey, don't shake it. It won't taste good when you get angry. This is beer, not red wine. You don't need to use your eyes to see it. Just drink it like I did." He took another sip as he spoke, feeling very Unprecedented comfort in years.

Wiping off the foam with his thumb, Wen Sheng glanced at Xiao Zhe before taking a sip.

"How about it?"

"Like you." Wen Sheng put the beer back on the table.

"like me?"

"Well." He didn't explain much, but asked, "Are you happy?"

"Ha, yes!" Xiao Zhe raised the beer casually, a little regretful that the opposite was an ancient man who had just known him for less than a day, but this regret disappeared as quickly as the beer foam, "I guess you may be mine. Fuxing, I have been unlucky for a year, and it is rare to hear some good news tonight, Coke is dead."

"Unlucky year?"

"Yeah, I'm telling you..."

By the time Xiao Zhe finished talking about all the unlucky things of the year without panting, he had already drained all the beer on the table, except for Wen Sheng's can.He looked at the crumbling jars on the table unsatisfied, and burped, "It's gone in the refrigerator, do you still want to drink?"

Wen Sheng directly pushed the wine to him with two fingers, "So, you have fallen to this point because of a female actress?"

"That's not an actor, director! Director! Dude, you really should learn about modern knowledge." Xiao Zhe hiccupped again, looked around, as if suddenly thought of something, "You wait."

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