Dead rivals overturned each other

Fearing that Peng Xiaoyang might not be able to deal with the two of them by himself, Xu Zhuo didn't stay in the bathroom for too long. After sorting out his emotions, he walked downstairs slowly.

The slippers the guest wore were latex soles, and the noise was extremely low when walking on the road, so small that the three people in the living room did not notice his return.

Producer Cheng's voice sounded instructive, "Brother Peng, I know your feelings for your own book, it's okay, we still have a plan. That is, you are still the chief screenwriter, and I will do your ideological work for Senior Brother Zou. Both of us Come to help you."

"Then what's the difference between this and what I said at the beginning..." Peng Xiaoyang was confused.

Producer Cheng continued to discuss, "That's right, there is no difference. I will help you invest in the project, and even I can invest some funds for the operation of the project. It's not a big problem. But there is a small change, I hope you can adopt it , that is, we have to change the protagonist, and we all agree that Xu Zhuo is not the most suitable person.”

Peng Xiaoyang fell silent upon hearing this.

Director Zou agreed with her statement, "What kind of idol should be used in literary and artistic films? The key is that if he is a particularly popular idol, it is best to use it, and it is not very popular. Casting is also very important for a film, you must be careful Think about it, I know a lot of popular stars with schedules here, not to mention how high-tier, it is more than enough than him..."

"No need." Peng Xiaoyang's tone was extremely affirmative, "Others can be discussed, the only thing is that Xu Zhuo is my only male lead candidate, this decision cannot be changed. Maybe you have never worked with him so you don't know, but I You know, there's no one better suited to the role than him."

Dao Zou was so angry that he didn't speak for a long time, and the corners of Producer Cheng's mouth were a little stiff, but he wanted to say something more.

Xu Zhuo stepped on the stairs vigorously, and then went downstairs. Everyone heard the footsteps and hurriedly fell silent.

Producer Cheng turned to smile at Xu Zhuo, and picked up the snacks on the table, "Come and try these cranberry biscuits, I baked them myself."

But Peng Xiaoyang got up from the sofa, "Senior sister, senior, I suddenly remembered that Xu Zhuo and I still have something to do, so don't bother me."

Xu Zhuo also picked up the bag on the sofa.

"Why don't you sit down for a while..." Producer Cheng began to persuade him to stay, and gave Director Zou a veiled look, and the other party's expression was a little embarrassed, "Yeah, the project is not finished yet."

Xu Zhuo nodded to the two, "The matter of forgetting is very important. We really have to deal with it quickly. We will discuss the proposal of the two when we go back."

Peng Xiaoyang no longer had a good face, and went out of the gate first, fearing that he would yell at him if he stayed for two seconds.

Xu Zhuo changed his shoes slowly, and Cheng Producer came out, saying nice and polite words, "Go slowly, junior, I think you are very close to each other, and I will help you find more suitable roles in the future, if there is a chance , how much we cooperate."

Xu Zhuo smiled lightly, told her not to send it off, and went out.

Peng Xiaoyang stood at the gate, almost finished a cigarette, and still couldn't breathe, "It's not that I can't accept reasonable changes to the script, but these people don't understand the script at all. They just open their mouths and shut up for money. I think they can do it like this." Making money is pure luck!"

The smile on Xu Zhuo's face has long since disappeared.

I don't know if it's because of their state of mind, but the sky looks more gloomy than when they came.

Peng Xiaoyang reckoned what he said just now, and he listened to it, "The teachers in the school used to teach you to be a man first, and I don't think they have listened to it at all. Xu Zhuo, don't worry, you have to stick to something so that you won't change. Become the person I hate, you will always be my hero."

After all, he is doing writing work, and the words he speaks are particularly powerful.

Xu Zhuo was inexplicably moved, and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "I'm fine."

There was a bang, and there was a sudden thunder in the sky.

Peng Xiaoyang slapped his head, "Damn it! It rained so much the day before yesterday, I thought it would be sunny today, and I even dried a lot of clothes on the balcony." He shook his head in annoyance:

"Xu Zhuo, let's think of a way to deal with the team. There is not only one director and one producer in the world."

Xu Zhuo nodded, seeing an empty taxi passing by on the avenue in front of him, he hurriedly stopped it, and stuffed Peng Xiaoyang into the car, "Go back and collect your clothes."

Peng Xiaoyang said together, take him for a ride, Xu Zhuo shook his head and said that this is a suburb, very close to the villa where the variety show was filmed, and told him to leave him alone.

As soon as he was sent away, big raindrops fell down, Xu Zhuo blocked it with his hand on his forehead, but it didn't help at all.

The rain came fast and hard, and there was no place to hide from the rain. After a while, his whole body was soaked.

There is no taxi now, so Xu Zhuo had to hide in the iron shed of the newsstand to avoid the rain, but the shed is limited, and half of his body is still exposed to the rain outside the shed.

The wet clothes stuck to his body, cold and uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as him.

He squatted down slowly, trying to find some warmth in the kneeling position.

What Director Zou and Producer Cheng said about changing actors was like a thorn in his heart. From the moment he heard it just now, he was in unspeakable pain.

These days, he has encountered a lot of smooth things, and too many people who have reached out to help him made him overly optimistic and temporarily forget the complexity of society, as well as his own quagmire.

Why is it so difficult? He just wants to play the role he likes.

If it was really because of himself that Peng Xiaoyang missed a perfect opportunity, how should he blame himself and feel ashamed.

A drop of rain fell on his eyes, and he felt uncomfortable, and his eye sockets turned red instantly.

At this time, a pair of men's shoes appeared in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Zhuo could no longer feel the slowness of the rain on him.

He looked up suspiciously, and was startled suddenly.

Zhou Liang, who was wearing a dark gray overcoat, held a big umbrella over his head and used his body to shield him from the wind and rain in front of him.

"You...why are you here?" Xu Zhuo asked.

Zhou Mu held out his hand to him.

The back of Xu Zhuo's cold hand instantly fell into the warmth of Zhou Liang's palm.

With Zhou Mu's strength, he stood up, suddenly remembered something, and worried: "Why did you go out, you just caught a cold, what should you do if you are going to catch a cold again..."

But Zhou Liang said, "Who bullied you?"

Xu Zhuo's heart began to be sour in an instant, and he was jealous.

Zhou Liang stroked the teardrops at the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and said in a heavy tone, "I don't know, only I can bully you."

Zhou Liang was the person Xu Zhuo didn't want to see the last time, he turned his head away.

If possible, he hopes that in Zhou Liang's impression, he will always be glamorous and wanton, instead of being embarrassed one after another.

Zhou Mu didn't hope so.

With a generous palm, he caressed half of Xu Zhuo's face, forcing him to look at him.

Xu Zhuo blinked, trying to dispel the strong mist in his eyes, "I just became an adult, and a week later, my mother remarried. I asked her, what should I do if you leave? She said that I grew up and lived in a foreign country. Parents will only manage their children until they reach adulthood.

"She said she could take me to emigrate, but I didn't want to, so she left alone. Of course, maybe out of guilt, the monthly living expenses are still very sufficient. I didn't ask for a penny, and the monthly payment remained unchanged. If I returned it, she would always buy me luxury goods, which I would never use. I applied for a student loan to pay for my tuition, and in the first two years I used my spare time to earn living expenses. In my junior year, Brother Liang approached me and asked Do I have an idea to debut, I agreed without saying a word."

Xu Zhuo twitched the corner of his lower lip mockingly, "In order to repay the loan, I also want to live, and I want to live a good life. I hope that my mother in another country can see and prove how good her son is. Let her regret leaving me. So no matter what kind of bad commercials, I will accept live broadcasts, as long as I can be popular, I really wanted to be popular and crazy when I first debuted.

"But I didn't expect that my future career would be overdrawn. I seem to have made a big mistake."

Speaking of this, Xu Zhuo had a strong nasal voice.

In the past, when he was not a popular idol, he would suffer more humiliation like today, but at that time, Xu Zhuo was numb, doing things he didn't like, and he only hoped for a vain honor.

It was different today, and today he was particularly ashamed. The ability he was once good at was ignored and cast aside, just like the retribution for his eagerness for quick success in the past.

Zhou Liang took out a tissue and gently wiped the rain-wet bangs on his forehead, "Every step will not go in vain."

Xu Zhuo looked up at him.

Zhou Liang said: "After a few more years of hard work, your life experience and observation and perception of life will be more conducive to your future acting. Moreover, you have become more determined about what you want. You just took the detour ahead of time."

Xu Zhuo pursed his lips lightly, and suddenly remembered that when he was studying in the past, he was like a never-tiring bee, nagging his own trivial things in Zhou Mu's ear every day, and his own mood feedback, Zhou Mu was like his own human form Journal.

This doll diary is very intelligent, besides the function of being told silently, it will also provide impatient answers to his puzzles.

The previous self was never stingy to give all his desire to share to Zhou Liang.

After the reunion, he would only try every means to hide his thoughts, for fear that Zhou Liang would see any clues.

Suddenly, he missed the self who surrounded Zhou Liang "what should I do", "hey, help me", "help me quickly", and he almost forgot the feeling that someone was giving him the bottom line.

Not yet.

The relationship between him and Zhou Mu has not been as good as before.

But Xu Zhuo still said it, and poured out all the grievances he had just suffered in the small bungalow.

His heart was no better than Peng Xiaoyang's, and he was even more annoyed than him, but when he was in the villa, he had to stay rational, Peng Xiaoyang was the first to choke, he had to take care of the overall situation and forced a smile.

Even more embarrassing than today's situation, he has even suffered and even got used to the face-to-face criticism of his face.

But his little temper, in front of Zhou Liang, didn't want to swallow it as a habit.

In fact, it was a very embarrassing thing, but it didn't seem ashamed to tell Zhou Liang.

He didn't think much when he said it, it was just out of indulgence and habit, and he didn't expect any response.

After speaking, Xu Zhuo felt a lot more relaxed.

He was worried that Zhou Mu's cold would get worse, and wanted to tilt the handle of the umbrella towards Zhou Mu, but Zhou Mu didn't know why, and his expression was much darker than before, and he held the umbrella handle hard, as if he was holding back something.

"I can't get out of the rain inside, so you should cover yourself up." Xu Zhuo said.

Zhou Liang didn't know what he was thinking, and was a little dazed, and didn't hear his words at all.

Xu Zhuo had no choice but to pull his collar and tighten him towards him, "Then you stand inside..."

But Zhou Liang turned to look at the bungalow beside him, and suddenly said, "Is it this one?"