President of Chuancheng Entertainment

It's time for the substitute driver, Song Yu looked at the scarf around his neck, "I..."

"Go up, it's cold."

Xi Yan didn't stop, turned around like when he came here, and walked alone in the night.

Song Yu withdrew his eyes and got into the back seat of the car. The heater in the car was fully turned on, and there was a faint scent like lavender and cypress wrapped in the scarf, calming the nerves and tranquility.

Xia Chen stared at Xi Yan's background for a long time, with deep fear in his eyes.

A dog that bites never barks.

Similarly, there is always a dark tide behind the silence.

Xia Chen waited until the figure disappeared, then he sat in the back seat, his nostalgic eyes traced on his face.

The other party was half-burying his face in the scarf, with his eyes closed, and the back of his head resting on the car mat.

The car moved slowly, and the scene began to recede.

The uneasiness in Xia Chen's heart became more and more intense, and there were four identical notes today.

What he got in his hand was written by Xi Yan.

As Xi Yan said, some relationships are not just obtained by envy. He is, to put it bluntly, a little fresh meat who was once raised.

How can he compare with Xi Yan?

Family background, relationship, appearance...the difference is more than a little bit.

Song Yu slowly opened his eyes, "What are you thinking..."

"No, I'll take you back first, and then go back to my residence." Xia Chen forced a smile, "The "Young Master" in my hand will be finished soon. You didn't come last time when you visited the class. Can you come this time?"

"I'll try my best. The company will reopen in two days, and there are still many investment projects that have not been done..."

Xia Chen said "hmm" lightly, and Song Yu suddenly remembered his previous temper, and couldn't help worrying: "Are you still on good terms with the crew?"

It happened to pass by the newly built bridge across the river. The lights on both sides of the bridge were brightly lit, mottled and printed on the glass windows of the car, like time trajectories.

What goes forward with time is the former us.

"I actually changed a lot..."

The voice is lonelier than the night, and the emotions wrapped in the fog are unclear, and there is nowhere to vent.

"Since the finale can't come, can you watch the premiere with me?" Xia Chen put on a habitual tone, with complaints in his eyes, "Don't push it anymore, this drama used to be your investment."

"Okay, I will definitely spare some time. Of course, I have to enjoy King Xia's play."

When he got there, Song Yu said goodbye to him.

He stood at the gate of the community, instead of going in, he turned around and went to the 24-hour convenience store.

With the temperature below zero, Song Yu pushed open the door of the convenience store. The store was very deserted, except for a salesperson who was dozing off.

He hadn't had enough at the banquet just now.

Stepping on the steps, he raised a few barrels of instant noodles and stuffed them into the shopping basket.

As a culinary waste, making instant noodles is a common thing.

When I came out of the convenience store, I had a shopping bag in my hand. Apart from the unhealthy instant noodles, it was also unhealthy coffee.

The cold wind is blowing, and there are only warm-colored street lamps and a few tireless moths on the road.

Walking on the corridor, he inadvertently looked at the corner of the door, there was no one there, only the endless night.

After making the noodles, he used the computer to deal with the affairs that fell during this time while eating.

The hour hand pointed to two o'clock in the middle of the night before he closed the computer.

……

In the taxi, the driver turned around, "Sir, the xx filming base has arrived."

The man in the backseat of the car was already leaning against the window, with his hands folded over his chest, wearing a mask and hat on his face guardedly.

He seemed to be in a deep sleep.

"Sir? Sir, wake up."

The driver was probably afraid that he was in a coma, how could he sleep so deeply, and reached out to the back seat of the car.

Before touching the corner of his clothes, he was vigilantly grabbed by the wrist, Xia Chen opened his eyes instantly, and said defensively: "What are you doing?"

"Uh,"

The driver's hand was grabbed, and he was so painful that he quickly explained, "Sir, I see that you fell asleep and couldn't wake up no matter what. I want to see if you are fainted."

Xia Chen let go of him regretfully, "I'm sorry, professional conditioning."

"It's okay, it's not easy for you to be stars."

Xia Chen paid the bill, and the assistant had just returned from a rest to wait for the scene, when he saw that his cub was wearing such thin clothes, he was nervous, "Brother Chen, don't wear more than one when you come out of the house."

"fine,"

As soon as he sat down, he picked up the script and started reading.

This script has been turned over by him long ago, and he knows every sentence by heart. The degree of seriousness made people who hated this little fresh meat very admired at first.

The assistant realized belatedly, "Brother Chen, your clothes... have you just attended the dinner party?"

"Well, if you're free, can you buy me some coffee?"

The assistant hesitated, "You didn't come here without taking a break, did you?"

"Ah."

The director was behind the two of them, "If you're not in good shape, you can go back today. You played well in front of us, and we're not bad for this day."

Xia Chen resolutely said: "No, I know my own body, I can continue to shoot."

He also had to go to the premiere with someone, to see the movie hit the big screen.

The assistant was very distressed. Taking advantage of the vacancy, he brought hot coffee, "Brother Chen, we don't need to be so dedicated, look at that Yan Lang, he lip-synced at the concert, look at that Xu, he Three plays..."

"Are you a gossip reporter?" Xia Chen took the coffee, not very politely, "I'm dedicated and happy, and worthy of the motherland's hard work."

"..."

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Xi Xun took the check and placed it in front of Shen Qing.

Two people in a silent room, a check tore a rift in the blood relationship.

He opened his mouth, his voice was difficult, his eyes were condensed into a silent thorn, "When will you stop doing such disgusting things?"

Shen Qing raised his eyebrows, his expression didn't care, "I'm surprised, he is not tempted by so much money."

She said again: "Xiao Xun, everything I do is for your own good."

"Then please, and your husband, can you respect my opinion!?"

These words slammed into the silence, carrying the resentment accumulated over the years.

"Even if it's just a little bit, think about it for me?"

Xi Xun raised his head and took a deep breath, "You managed to play a virtuous mother, an elegant Mrs. Xi, what about me? When did you ever care about me?"

"How can you think so? You are Guomao's child..."

"Hehehehe." Xi Xun looked at him coldly, "Don't deceive yourself, my surname is not Xi."

Shen Qing was stunned on the spot, "Do you still remember? You were so young at that time..."

How can he not remember?

He remembered every word of abuse, every stone that was thrown on his back.

He remembered all the disgusting smell of being pressed in the mud.

"Since you still remember, you shouldn't make mistakes. You can't like men, otherwise I won't be able to explain to Guomao."

Shen Qing persuaded him softly, "We can't lose everything we have today."

"That's you, I've never cared about their things." Xi Xun laughed at himself, "I should never expect you to think for me."

He slammed the door away.

I don't want a figure standing in the dark after the commotion.

"Big brother..."

Xi Yan glanced at him indifferently, "You shouldn't talk to Aunt Shen like that."

"You heard everything?"

Xi Xun smiled wryly, "Then you also know that I'm not your real brother?"

"Aren't you afraid that I have evil intentions? After all, my background is so despicable and dirty."

Xi Yan just looked at him calmly, without saying a word.

"Let me tell you the truth. I handed over the documents to a competing company some time ago. And the previous ones... were all done on purpose. Because I don't accept it, why should I be worse than you?"

"I know everything you said." Xi Yan said slowly and calmly: "Including that you are not my real brother."

This time it was Xi Xun's turn to be surprised, Shen Qing suppressed the matter very well, "When did you know?"

"It's very early, but you don't want me to know, so I just pretend not to know."

The person in front of him had a cold and calm tone that didn't even change. He came out of the dark, so deep that even the moonlight could not peep.

Xi Xun trembled like needles all over his body.

This man's city... is far from being as simple as it appears on the surface.

I remember that when he first arrived at Xi's house, in his eyes, Xi Yan's every move was just a young master who didn't know much about the world. Even when he maliciously took away his toys, the other party just said indifferently:

Since my brother likes it, I will give it to him.

Looking back now, it's pretty disgusting.

"You never thought of attacking me?"

Xi Yan shook his head.

"why?!"

He didn't believe it was for all these years of false brotherhood.

"Because you're not a threat to me."

The answer is simple and cold.

This is the most essential answer to get rid of all the messy excuses and high-sounding.

"You came here on purpose to talk so much, not just to tell me this?" Xi Xun said bluntly, "If you want me to give up Song Yu, sorry, I won't agree."

"Actually, I don't take you seriously at all. What I'm willing to give you is just what I don't care about."

He approached, "You don't like him as much as you imagined."

Xi Yan turned and left.

He returned to his room. In the dark, he didn't turn on the light, and the room was filled with coldness.

He took out an old version of the disc from the drawer, and after installing it, there were unclear pixels on the TV screen.

The time in the upper right corner is about twenty years ago.

The woman with a gentle smile on the screen gently encouraged, "Xiao Yan, come on, you've done a great job, come here quickly."

On the other side was a toddler who wobbled as he hobbled into his mother's arms.

The giggling laughter immediately warmed the whole room.

Those eyes looking at the screen, the light shone on the pupils and broke into several pieces.

He closed his eyes slowly.

The progress bar moved back a little bit, the sound stopped abruptly, and the video finished playing.

Become lifeless again.

The video begins to replay in a loop, and the woman's voice reappears.

"Xiao Yan, come on, you've done very well..."

He stood up, pulled out the disc, and the screen instantly turned blue, dazzling the cold room.

His fingers stroked the lines on it, and Jane put it away like a baby.

In this world, no one can empathize with the pain that belongs to others.