sick white moonlight

He didn't receive any roles that summer, and even the better crews were unwilling to let him in.

He can only be a role model or a model now.

He was banned in that bitter summer.He tried his best to break free and return to his own stage, but he couldn't.He's been abandoned, he realizes all too clearly.

He was wondering if he should give up his so-called dream and his so-called self-esteem.He wants to return to his stage, to stand on that screen, and to make the audience fascinated by him and happy for him.

Interpreting a role is what he longs for.However, all this has no result.

Later, he got drunk in a bar.Unexamined, I don't know how many days have passed, and I still lose control of my emotions.

At that time, he was just a fledgling and didn't have much fame.He was very afraid, whether it was like this all his life and could never be changed.His dream was shattered like this.He was so scared that he could only drink his wine one cup at a time.

The bitter taste continued to spread in the heart.

His family had long since abandoned him and turned to fostering his younger brother.

And he, alone, doesn't even have a heart-to-heart friend.

Where is his future, and where is his shelter in this huge city B?

Until, that little him was quite a lot, and he appeared as a young man.

……

When He An woke up, he found that there was something on his forehead.

It was a little cool, and he touched his head. It was a small wet towel with cartoon patterns on it, which looked very cute.

He was about to get up, but he felt extremely heavy, very tired, and had no strength.

"Do I have a cold?" he asked System 007.

"Yes, I have a low-grade fever." 007 replied.

"No wonder I was so uncomfortable before."

He removed the towel from his forehead, lifted the thin blanket covering his body, and stood up slowly.

At the beginning, the footsteps were indeed a little sloppy, and even the head was dizzy. He An leaned over, closed his eyes, and felt the shaking of the sky.

It took a while before he recovered, feeling a lot more awake, and slowly walked out of the room.

When he came to the living room, he took out a few books he bought recently from the bookshelf, and then sat on the sofa.

There was indeed a faint fragrance coming from the kitchen, very light rice fragrance.

But He An didn't have the slightest appetite.

Leaning on the sofa, put the book on his lap, flipping through it absent-mindedly.

"Host, are you unable to forget the last world..." 007 whispered furtively.

"No, think about it. If it's a friendship, some people can remember it for decades, so after a while, they will almost forget it."

He An answered quickly. At this point, He An stopped his gaze for a while, thought for a while, and then continued.

"I'm a selfish person. It's impossible to fall in love with someone forever."

"That's not love, that's just companionship."

"So for a person like me, why is it worth going..."

The words in his head faded away, and for some reason, 007 felt a little uncomfortable.

Those posts in the system forum never talked about the host's feelings when going to the next world, as if they were avoiding this issue.

As a human being, is it really possible to be rational and ruthless forever without making any mistakes?

The jokes and laughter in those posts are always so interesting to read, but when 007 thinks about it now, it always feels like it is partially covered up.

Even though it was just a program, 007 felt as if he had experienced a description of the host's mood in a super unpopular post that he accidentally clicked on.

[As time goes by, although you enjoy the prosperity, you are getting tired. 】

It's no wonder it heard from the old system that after many hosts have done several missions, many of them will choose to stop and stay in the world he chose instead of continuing their own travel.

So some systems have to search for new hosts to bind to.

……

That night, He An went to bed early, ate something carelessly, filled his stomach, and went to bed.

The mobile phone seems to be in the same state as before, without any change.

The text messages that were sent remained the same, and no second one was sent.

He An didn't reply, he thought his actions were the answer, the best reply, and it was impossible for that person not to understand.

But the next morning, while he was resting in bed, he received another text message.

[I heard that you are sick, I will come to see you later. 】

I heard that this word is used very well, He An smiled sarcastically.

How could it be that it was heard that at his level, if he wanted to know something, someone would take the initiative to figure out his mind, satisfy his request wholeheartedly, serve him wholeheartedly, in order to gain his appreciation and favor.

Just like the self in the previous life, to a certain extent, he will be flattered, respected, and worshipped.

He An remembered that at those times, many of the people on Lu Chen's side really wanted to go their own way after knowing his existence.

It's a pity that he is not that kind of nice guy.

On the contrary, he was extremely harsh in some places.

……

When the doorbell rang, Xu Zhou was still looking at the textbooks he had recently bought on the table in the dining room.

Opening the door, a man with an outstanding appearance, stable and handsome appeared in front of his eyes.

White shirt, suit pants, and a high-end watch on his hand.

It seems that he is much older than him. His expression is very calm and calm. He is holding some things in his hand. When he saw him, he seemed a little silent at first glance, as if he had looked at him carefully, but finally he spoke.

"You are Li Ke's assistant Xu Zhou."

"Hi, I'm Li Ke's friend, come and see him."

The door was opened, and Xu Zhou unconsciously took a few steps back.

This is not surprising, Xu Zhou knew why.

He knew who the person in front of him was. Although his face was rarely seen in the media, when the assistant group chatted about Liu Xiyun, the heroine of the TV show that Li Ke had filmed before, he had to mention this person.

The entertainment industry says it's not big, it's not small.But no matter what, what happened in this circle was basically spread.There are a lot of gossip, some are true, some are false.But most of the time, there is no such thing as a storm.

Some unknown tabloids did mention Liu Xiyun's latest gossip before, but they were secretive about this man and did not dare to speak directly.

On the bright side, newspaper articles praised him as an upstart in the business circle, with amazing means and a bright future.In fact, the family has a big business and a profound background.As the actual head of the powerful Rock Group Co., Ltd., which spans multiple industries, Mr. Luo Shaohui has always been extremely busy. Xu Zhou heard from some assistants in the group that it is said that this person's grandparents died in the last century. It has quite a status, and it is very popular from above.

As for why this person appeared here, Xu Zhou was silent.

Although he has not been an assistant for a long time, he knows that there are some things that he cannot say.

He could only silently watch this man come in, stand outside the door and watch him sitting on the sofa beside Li Ke's bed, and watch Li Ke who was asleep, gently throwing off the light gray thin blanket It was re-covered on the man's thin and frail body.

He is obviously a very serious, deep and unpredictable high-ranking person.

But at this moment, Xu Zhou felt that he was very gentle.

His brows were furrowed quietly, with a touch of distress and concern.

He didn't move fast at all, and even walked into the room very lightly, as if he was afraid of waking up the person on the bed.

That was what he had always paid attention to, and Xu Zhou suddenly realized it.

Xu Zhou didn't stand outside the door anymore, but closed the door gently.

He looked away, not thinking about things that were out of reach.

Instead, he came to the dining table, sat down slowly, held an ordinary black fountain pen in his hand, and slowly clenched it tightly. Looking at the black and white writing in front of him, they were the textbooks and exercises he bought recently, and lowered his head slightly. , I settled down and started to do it again.

In the room, Luo Shaohui sat on the small soft stool beside the bed, looking at the sleeping person on the bed.

The decoration style is very cold, light blue and white, very fresh tone.

But there are few decorations in the room, it is very tidy, and there are few things, as if it does not seem like a room that has been inhabited for a long time.

There is a small balcony in the room, the room is quite big, and there is a small table and chairs specially placed beside it for people to drink tea and rest.

The dark blue curtains are fully covered, and the light from outside the window shines through the curtains. It's not very bright, but it's just right and very comfortable.

Everything has a touch of tranquility, like water, just like the feeling that the person in front of me gave me.

His eyes were closed, his brows were still delicate and handsome, but they were a little pale, bloodless, and looked a little sick.

There is no excessive expression on his face, very calm and calm, his lips are very light, indifferent and cold, as if he is not from this world.

Luo Shaohui suddenly thought of the advertisement that this person shot before, it was a completely different feeling.

He still remembers that although he was stable and mature in the commercial, he was surprisingly friendly and made people feel at ease.

As for the promotional photos, this person is gentle and elegant, with a faint smile, and he has the temperament of a modest gentleman.

He even heard the assistants discuss that this man's smile is so heart-warming.

"You're awake." Luo Shaohui looked at the person on the bed, opened his eyes, and just looked at himself like this, nothing else could be seen in those eyes, only a faint, cold look.

This made Luo Shaohui a little suspicious, but thinking of this person's character of softness on the outside and toughness on the inside, he calmed down again.

"You clearly know that I have already rejected you." The man on the bed said suddenly, with rare impatience in his words.

"It's good to treat me as a friend." Luo Shaohui's deep gaze quietly moved to the pale face of the man on the bed.

"I'm not an idiot."

"Of course you're not a fool." Luo Shaohui laughed suddenly, but he seldom smiled. Most of the time, he maintained a serious, serious, calm attitude, and didn't easily reveal too much emotion.Being in a high position, not showing one's face is a necessary cultivation.You can't let the people below guess your ideas casually, let alone let your competitors know your strategy.

Some emotions, some hints, are voluntary letting go to let the subordinates understand.

But more often, it is to make the following unpredictable.

But by this person's side, he could easily relax, and could no longer maintain his external appearance.

"I know, you are very smart, far smarter than I imagined."

"I just tried it for a while, and you will understand that you want to avoid me."

The person on the bed was unmoved, but Luo Shaohui didn't care, and continued to speak.