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A large-scale song and dance show just ended at the rehearsal of the party, and the backstage was a bit crowded and noisy.

Intoxicated is led by the staff through the crowd.He had so much drama on his face that he was hardly recognizable at first glance.

A family carnival song was being played on the stage, and the atmosphere was warm.Shen Zui stood behind the stage, he will be the one after this show.

This kind of experience of waiting in line to go on stage is not too intoxicating.What he can clearly recall is the audition for "Tassel".

He didn't know how many times he tried and sang Qi opera before he finally got the chance to be the male second.

During the first audition, Wang Ge led someone to bully Shen Zui, almost tricking him into the wrong place.

I don't know if that annoying Wang Ge will go to Yan Mingyang's annual meeting again this year.

Yan Mingyang should have been told earlier that he was not allowed to go.

...

"Mr. Shen, you can go on stage now." The staff behind said.

Shen Zui raised his head, and several singers came down after bowing to the audience.The lights on the stage changed, and it instantly returned to the beautiful mountains and rivers in my impression many years ago.

Shen Zui raised his hand and stroked his sleeves.He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment.

Like every filming, Shen Zui was already in the scene when he opened his eyes again.He almost forgot that this was a dress rehearsal.

There were cheers from the audience.Although Shen Zui is not an actor with high national popularity, he is still well-known in his hometown.

Many people have heard of him even if they haven't seen many of his movies.

The aged and soft fabric wraps the graceful and straight figure of Intoxication.He practiced for more than half a year, and walked up with the steps that should be in Qi opera.

Before the BGM sounded, the intoxicated bowed to the audience.Someone in the lively auditorium was saying hello to Shen Zui in his native dialect. Shen Zui was a little surprised, but controlled himself and didn't open his eyes wide.

He has already stood on the stage, and the eyes of the camera and the audience are on him.

Shen Zui rolled up his sleeves and made a good pose.When the opera played, his eyes were fixed, and he could only blink at the pre-planned time.

At the moment of singing, countless fragments of the past passed by Shen Zui.He seemed to be back when he was a child, waiting around the stove for his grandma to cook the New Year's Eve dinner, and he seemed to be hoeing back and being framed by everyone in front of Xia Rusen's camera.

Yan Mingyang has nothing to do with these pasts.But when he was interested, when Shen Zui shed an unimaginable tear, what appeared in his mind was the sofa under the moonlit night that day.

Yan Mingyang carefully flipped through the Qi opera arias, trying to choose the best one for Shen Zui.

The auspicious red plums in spring, the lilies in summer, the jasmine platycodon in autumn, and the dodder in winter.Drunk, like this aria, is caught up in things that are missed.

When the song was over, he realized that tears had already flowed down his face.

Shen Zui couldn't remember how he got back to the lounge.The makeup artist came to remove the makeup for him, and carefully said, "Mr. Shen Zui, your eyes are swollen from crying..."

Shen Zui never blinked easily on the stage, he slowly closed his tired eyes and dozed off unknowingly.

Drunken in a daze, after removing her makeup, she changed into her costume.His consciousness is divided by countless different pasts and presents, what is he thinking about.

On the way back to the hotel, the car was very quiet.Hu Tu sent Shen Zui to the room, and put down the box containing the costumes.

"Boss Yan didn't call back..." Hu Tu handed the phone back to Shen Zui, "Maybe he's busy."

Shen Zui had already woken up, but was even more sleepy.He yawned after taking the phone, didn't even make an umm, kicked off his shoes and fell directly on the bed.

The mobile phone was thrown by the bed in disgust.I do not know how long.It lights up a few times on its own, and then goes dark because no one answers, until it runs out of power and turns off automatically.

At the annual meeting that day, Yan Mingyang drank almost until twelve o'clock.Afterwards, most of the people dispersed, and there were a few people with special status who were waiting to have a private discussion with Yan Mingyang and make contact with each other.

For example, Mr. Tan, Liang Ce's father.He was delighted to find that his good-for-nothing son had improved in the past six months, and he even let go of Yan Mingyang's robbery of his network resources in the past.

In the past year, Yan Mingyang's profits in the film and television industry have declined compared with previous years.This was not only caused by Pei Yan, but also by Shen Zui; but in the final analysis, it has nothing to do with Yan Mingyang himself.

Mr. Tan has gradually accepted the fact that he can no longer suppress and control Yan Mingyang, and Yan Mingyang has long realized that Mr. Tan has deep roots and cannot be easily defeated.

What's more, there is Zhou Liqun who has a close relationship with both parties in the middle.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Mingyang and Mr. Tan "dissolved their suspicions" and reached an unanimous desire to make money together.

By the time the annual meeting was completely over, it was already midnight.

Yan Mingyang only saw the phone call from Shen Zui.He knew that Shen Zui was probably asleep right now, but he still called back, and after hanging up automatically, he sent a few WeChat messages to ask Shen Zui how the rehearsal was going.

Yan Mingyang's original plan was to return to Qi City during the day, but when he checked the news on the way home to rest, he saw the WeChat message from Hu Tu.

Hu Tu seemed to be a little confused himself.He only said that Chen Zui called Yan Mingyang before going on stage today, and then cried while singing.

Yan Mingyang has been socializing all day, and now his body is heavy.It's just that he relied on his habits and willpower, and after thinking for a while, he remembered the aria selected by Shen Zui.

"Are you sleepy now?" Yan Mingyang knocked off the car seat and asked the driver.

The driver was startled and quickly shook his head, "Not sleepy."

Yan Mingyang's working hours are very irregular, and his drivers come in three shifts.

"I'll go home and pack some things." Yan Mingyang leaned back in his chair, "I'll go back to Qi City directly after that."

Yan Mingyang arrived in Qi City at about seven o'clock in the morning.

Not long after sunrise in this city, the surface of the river was deep, dark and wide.

Shen Zui hasn't responded to the message yet, but the dedicated Hu Tu has already woken up.Yan Mingyang learned about Shen Zui's hotel address from Hu Tu, and that Shen Zui was sleepy last night.

"Boss Yan," the driver asked, "where are you going now?"

"The old place." Yan Mingyang flipped through WeChat and said, "That hotel by the river."

The suite on the top floor of the hotel is still reserved for Yan Mingyang.It's just that since the falling out with Shen Zui, for Yan Mingyang, this room has become a place that he can't go back to just like his former home.

He took the elevator up, and when he entered the suite, it seemed like a world away.

Yan Mingyang stood for a while, then went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.After he came out, he changed into a set of delicate clothes, and Hutu sent a message after a while, saying that he had woken up from his intoxication.

Yan Mingyang was not too anxious.He shaved himself, even put on some perfume, and went downstairs after cleaning up.

The intoxication in the suite downstairs just woke up not long ago.After washing up, he called for breakfast, and was waiting for all the staff members to eat together.

Doorbell rang.

"Huh?" Shen Zui gnawed on the croissant, took a sip of milk.He looked around the room, "Is there anyone else here?"

Hu Tu felt a little guilty, "No, it's gone. All of us are here."

"Maybe room service?"

Shen Zui put down the milk in a daze, got up and went to the door.He glanced through the cat's eyes, and Yan Mingyang was standing outside with all his splendor.

"........."

Shen Zui put his hand on the doorknob, and looked back at Hu Tu expressionlessly.He walked back to his seat and said, "Go and drive."

When Yan Mingyang came, it was hard for the intoxicated staff to stay any longer.Everyone took the bread and milk and left in a hurry, but Yan Mingyang calmly sat down on the chair next to Shen Zui.

"It's early in the morning," Shen Zui sniffed his nose, and said calmly, "Are you afraid that my food won't taste good?"

Yan Mingyang didn't care much.He chuckled softly, tilted his head to look at Shen Zui who was chewing bread, "Did you call me yesterday?"

"........."

If the reason is wrong, it is obvious that it can only fool the foolishness of the wisher, and it is definitely not possible to fool Yan Mingyang.

"I," Shen Zui picked up the milk and drank the remaining half of the glass before coming up with a plausible excuse.He licked the milk stains from the corner of his mouth, "I just remembered that I should go to pay Uncle Yan a New Year's greeting during the Chinese New Year, and I plan to discuss the time with you."

"Oh~" Yan Mingyang suddenly realized.He didn't bother to break the intoxication, "My dad is alone now, and I don't have any relatives in my family. No one cares about you when you come to visit on New Year's Eve."

"........."

Shen Zui picked up a hard-boiled egg and mechanically tapped it on the table.

"How was the rehearsal yesterday?" Yan Mingyang said seriously after finishing the skinning.

Shen Zui said stubbornly, "Very good."

Yan Mingyang nodded thoughtfully, "Actually, although this aria is classic, there is a possibility that it cannot be completely covered."

"What?" Shen Zui didn't understand Yan Mingyang's words at all.

Yan Mingyang stretched out his hand to stroke the broken hair beside Shenzui's ear, grabbed a strand of it and wrapped it around his fingertips, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Who said Cuscuta must not bloom in winter? forever Young."