stand-in model

Jiang Liang noticed Rong Sheng who stopped and was in a daze.

He thought it was Rong Sheng who felt that he was very unruly and immodest.

Jiang Liang hurriedly left from the high stool, because he was a little unsteady in a hurry, and the sweater on his shoulders slipped from his shoulders to the ground.

He sighed softly, looked up at Rong Sheng, turned around and squatted down to pick up the sweater on the floor.

This sweater was also a couple sweater that Rongsheng bought when he participated in the variety show live broadcast in autumn.

The clothes that belonged to Rong Sheng may have been put into the clothes recycling bin, and the ones that belonged to Jiang Liang... He still wears them occasionally.

He tilted his head and held the sweater in his left hand, and patted the dust on the sweater that might not have existed with his right hand.

Rong Sheng loves cleaning very much. The floor in the apartment is basically mopped three or four times a day.

He knew that the sweater was definitely not stained with dust, but he always wanted to do something to pass the relatively silent embarrassment between the two just now.

"Rong Sheng, I want to accept that script."

Jiang Liang sat on the high stool again. His height of 1.8 meters made him enough to support the floor with one foot and the foot bar of the high stool with the other.

He put the sweater back on the blue-gray pajamas.

He looked sideways at Rong Sheng who had regained his senses. The man's height of 1.8 meters [-] required him to sit there and raise his head, looking up.

Just like their position at the beginning.

Jiang Liang is always the one who looks up, and Rong Sheng is always the one who looks down.

Their status was never equal.

Those who want to say, there is no way to say.

"You know, that movie was supposed to take three months."

Jiang Liang pinched the collar of the sweater, although she spoke slowly, she was worried about Rong Sheng's answer in her heart.

He fears.

Afraid that he would question his embarrassing identity; afraid that he would ridicule his vain heart; afraid that he would notice his secret reluctance;

"This month is November, you will join the team in December, and the filming will be completed in early March."

Rong Sheng is like an indifferent voice announcer, he has no expression or tone, and his cold eyes scan Jiang Liang.

"Our contract will end on March 23 next year, when it will be doubled for another year."

He walked over to the bar stool, turned on the coffee machine, and waited patiently for the coffee to be brewed.At the same time, he said, "That variety show will start in March next year. You'd better finish filming before March. Don't make me regret signing with you."

Rong Sheng picked up the prepared coffee and took a sip, thinking that the recent coffee was good, "Jiang Liang, everyone is smart."

Jiang Liang slowly broke away from the right hand that was pinching the collar of the sweater just now. She only felt a dull pain in her heart, but she still tried to pretend to be calm.

He could ignore Rong Sheng's cold tone and piercing eyes towards him.

This is a great era, and as a man in panic, it is good that he can have a chance to succeed.

Even the giving of that opportunity is so sad and heartbreaking.

Didn't he already know?What are you thinking about?What are you asking for?

"Thank you, I will not violate the terms of the contract."

After Jiang Liang said this, without waiting for Rong Sheng to reply him, he got up and left the high stool, and walked to the rattan chair by the French window.

Time is running out, whether it is the script or the contract, he can only calm down now.

Time, he thought, would dilute everything.

After the contract ends, without the resources and funds provided by Rong Sheng, he must rely on excellent works to survive in this circle.

He took the script on the rattan table, and slowly sat on the rattan chair, with the slightly cold wind blowing, his legs covered with the blanket given to him by his manager Wu Yu, trying to figure out the story of the characters in the script bit by bit.

Rong Sheng inadvertently glanced at the side of the floor-to-ceiling windows before going upstairs after drinking his coffee.

When the midday sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the house, Jiang Liang is covered with a blanket and sleeps on the rattan chair with his head slightly sideways.

The slightly faded yellow hair has a hint of tenderness when exposed to the sun.

Rong Sheng squeezed his fingers, and suddenly remembered Su Ziru's appearance in his mind.

Slightly yellow hair, a high nose bridge, pale pink lips, fair skin, and a pair of smiling peach blossom eyes.

Are Jiang Liang's lips pale pink?Will his peach blossom eyes also smile?

He searched for the memories in his mind, but he couldn't remember the color of Jiang Liang's lips and the expression in his peach blossom eyes.

Maybe it's the same.

Rong Sheng thought.After all, Jiang Liang looks like Su Ziru, so he must be like Su Ziru in every aspect.

It's like the same yellow hair, the same high nose bridge, the same peach blossom eyes, and the same skin color.

Rong Sheng thought that he had observed and understood Jiang Liang enough.

In fact, he ignored a lot.

Jiang Liang's hair is black, and the yellowing is because Su Ziru's hair is yellowing, so he dyed it.

Jiang Liang's peach blossom eyes are affectionate but not smiling, the affection is because he likes him, even if the mouth can't say it, it still overflows from the eyes.

Jiang Liang's lips were red lips, he didn't remember because he had never observed Jiang Liang carefully.

Rong Sheng felt self-satisfied in his heart for his attachment to Su Ziru for many years.

Young and ignorant, I don't know why it started.

Just waiting for the loss, Fang woke up from a dream.

He thought that what he lost that year was Su Ziru who passed away at that time.

The 25-year-old Jiang Liang he met at the age of 22 was the comfort Su Ziru gave him.

A substitute for lovesickness and melancholy.

He raised his hand and knocked on the handrail of the stairs, muttering "Ziru"

Rongsheng's Confucianism is like the cicadas singing in summer.

And the ginger on the rattan chair is cool like winter snow.

In the afternoon, when Jiang Liang was planning to go out to dye her hair, she happened to run into Huo Ji, Rong Sheng's manager and assistant.

Because it was Sunday, Huo Ji didn't dress as formally as usual, but just wore simple casual clothes.

He adjusted the fisherman hat on his head, greeted Huo Ji, and told Huo Ji that Rong Sheng was exercising upstairs.

"Are you going out?" Huo Ji took the yellow kraft paper bag and stepped up the stairs on the second floor with one foot.

Jiang Liang took off the white baseball uniform on the hanger, put it on, and responded, "Yes, go and dye your hair."

Huo Ji stared at the blue fisherman hat on Jiang Liang's head, and remembered the yellow hair color on Jiang Liang's head when he saw Jiang Liang a few days ago, it really needs to be dyed.

"Then be careful when you go out, and be careful of the paparazzi following you."

Jiang Liang took out the sunglasses and car keys in the drawer at the door, and said in a warm voice, "I will, Huo Zhu, there are biscuits I made in the refrigerator, remember to take some back later."

He has always been gentle with others, and Huo Ji has helped him a lot. He is grateful to Huo Ji.

"Okay, the little cake you made last time was also delicious. My youngest son likes to eat it very much, and he is clamoring for me to learn from him."

Perhaps it was because of the mention of his own child, Huo Ji, who was a new father, rarely showed a kind smile on his face.

Jiang Liang opened his lips, and finally just smiled and said, "Next time I will do more, I'm going out first, you go up."

After speaking, he beckoned to Huo Ji and went out the door.

In fact, what he wanted to say just now was that he could bring your child over another day.

But it suddenly occurred to him that this house belonged to Rong Sheng, and he couldn't invite people to come here.

Then he temporarily changed the words, and I will do more some other day.

"Where is he going?" Rong Sheng stood at the door of the gym wearing a black sportswear, looked down at Huo Ji who was standing on the stairs, and asked where Jiang Liang was going.

Before Huo Ji could make a sound, he saw Rong Sheng rubbing the broken hair on his forehead with a smile, but there was impatience in those Danfeng eyes, "I thought he was a fool, but I didn't expect him to be a smart man."

He thought in his heart, very good, he actually knows how to deal with others, Jiang Liang, Jiang Liang, are you in a hurry to find someone else?

The more Rong Sheng thought about it, the more irritable he became. Thinking of that person with Bai Yueguang's face flirting with other people, he wanted to spend money to buy Jiang Liang's face.

Huo Ji stood on the creaking stairs with a kraft paper bag in his hand, he didn't know what to do for a while, because Rong Sheng didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Mr. Rong, this thing..."

"Bring it up for me, I'll look at it later." He walked down a few steps, took the document, turned around and went upstairs, letting Huo Ji leave by himself.

It was already night when Jiang Liang returned to the apartment.

The first floor of the apartment was pitch black, and Rong Sheng was probably working and reading on the second floor.

He turned on the hall light, changed his shoes, and carried his heavy shopping bags into the dining room.

There are a lot of things in the shopping bag, including steak, taro noodles, rice noodles that Rong Sheng likes to eat, and onions, ginger, and garlic that must be used for cooking.

Take out the pure black vacuum machines from the innermost cabinet and pack them one by one.Finally, I took out a small bag of citrus from the corner of the shopping bag.

He happily picked out a few and put them on the fruit plate, planning to take them back to the second bedroom later.