What I cut is real [entertainment circle]

After Chu Zhou watched the live broadcast, he didn't know how Fu Xun was feeling, but as a friend, he decided to send him a few messages to comfort him.

The routines of comforting people are the same all over the world, basically there is a chance next time, you are the best in my heart Yun Yun, although it sounds a bit like coaxing a child.

Seeing that Fu Xun didn't reply immediately after sending the message, he thought he should be busy now, so he cleaned up the table and went to take a shower.

When the water was turned off after washing, I happened to hear someone ringing the doorbell. I thought it might be the end of the month, and the property management came to check the water bill, so I wiped my hair casually, put a towel on my shoulders with my bare upper body, and wore cropped pajama pants just went out.

When the door was opened, Fu Xun, who was wearing casual clothes, stood outside the door. It seemed that he had gone home and changed his clothes before coming out.

"..."

The two looked at each other, falling into silent embarrassment.

Chu Zhou's hair was still dripping, and it either fell on the delicate collarbone socket, or fell on the bare shoulders, sliding down the outline until it turned into an invisible water mark.Fu Xun couldn't help looking down. Although he always said that Chu Zhou was thin, there were places where there should be flesh. His muscles were thin, but they looked very strong. His lower abdomen was very flat, and his abdominal muscles could be faintly seen. And very thin, the overall silhouette is pleasing to the eye.

It may be because of his very fair complexion, Fu Xun always felt that it would be cool to the touch.

...Wait, why should I imagine what it feels like to touch.Fu Xun questioned himself silently, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

Chu Zhou was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, his ears turned red suddenly, and reflexively stepped back a few steps and ran to the room: "Mr. Fu, change your shoes yourself, I'll come out with some clothes on!"

Fu Xun: "..."

He tilted his head slightly, couldn't help but scratched his ear frame, and felt a little embarrassed.

"I thought it was the property owner..." Chu Zhou came out of the room wearing a T-shirt, and asked doubtfully, "Mr. Fu, why are you here?"

Fu Xun changed into his slippers and walked in slowly: "Didn't I send you a message?"

"Ah, is that so?" Chu Zhou found the cell phone that had been thrown into the sofa, clicked on it and indeed found the historical message that Fu Xun had sent before: [I'm going back now, it's still early, I'll go to your house to find you . 】

Chu Zhou scratched his head embarrassingly: "I went to take a shower before, so I didn't see it."

Fu Xun lowered his eyes: "I'm sorry to bother you, I think I don't know what to do at night alone, it's a bit boring, it just so happens that your home is very close, so..."

"It's okay, I welcome Teacher Fu very much!" Chu Zhou waved his hands quickly, and then asked with concern, "Are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

Fu Xun looked around: "Fortunately, what do you eat here?"

Chu Zhou thought for a while, hesitated for a moment before answering in a low voice: "...Instant noodles, and also, fruit."

Fu Xun frowned slightly, Chu Zhou guessed what he was going to say, and immediately reflected first: "Instant noodles are not nutritious, I know, I will eat less in the future!"

Only then did Fu Xun's brows relax, and his tone was light: "That's good."

In the end, somehow, the two of them sat on the floor of the room and played checkers. Fu Xun asked curiously, "You still buy checkers at home."

While chewing on the apple, Chu Zhou explained: "I bought this and planned to give it to the children in the orphanage, but I forgot to take it with me. I didn't have time to deliver it, so I left it at home."

He looked up again and asked, "Mr. Fu, do you really not eat fruit?"

Fu Xun looked at his right cheek bulging like a chipmunk, and shook his head: "Eat it."

He picked up a crystal marble in the middle of a chessboard with his fingertips, counted the number of holes on the chessboard according to the rules, and then smoothly threw it into the opposite position, with a somewhat casual tone: "You are going to lose."

Chu Zhou lowered his eyes and said with a smile: "I'm not very good at this kind of game, but Teacher Fu is very good at it."

Fu Xun didn't look up, and said in a low voice, "It's just luck."

Chu Zhou did not continue to look at the chessboard, but watched Fu Xun quietly. He noticed that Fu Xun was not the same as usual, a little listless and low, like the suddenly dim moonlight.Its depressed boredom will not vent hysterically, but will flow out slowly and silently.

"Mr. Fu, do you want to talk about something else?" Chu Zhou hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly, with sincere eyes, "No matter what it is, you can tell me."

Fu Xun's fingers that were groping for the marble froze, he was silent for a moment, and asked: "You watch my movie, do you think my acting skills are lacking?"

Chu Zhou thought for a while, and answered honestly: "I really can't see anything based on my level. Usually, when I see Teacher Fu appearing on the screen, the first thing I think about is praise. I only hate that my level is not enough to praise What kind of tricks did you come up with. So you suddenly asked me this, but I don't understand, and I can't answer it."

"..." Fu Xun paused after hearing this, and for a moment couldn't help but let out a soft laugh, and his mood immediately improved, "You are quite loyal as a fan."

Seeing that Fu Xun was finally happier, Chu Zhou smiled and continued, "Of course, I secretly praise Teacher Fu in my heart every day, at least thirty times a day."

Fu Xun suddenly said seriously: "Thirty times is too little, at least fifty times."

Chu Zhou raised his eyebrows, helplessly: "How did you learn how to make progress."

"However, I think..." Chu Zhou said seriously, "A lot of things that I don't understand probably need to be figured out by myself. Figured it out, after all, too much entanglement will only add to the trouble."

Fu Xun said: "Have you always been so optimistic?"

"Basically, I think I have been very lucky, although it is not smooth sailing." Chu Zhou played marbles with his fingers, and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Fu, why did you want to be an actor in the first place? It was when you were young. ideal?"

Fu Xun thought for a while and said, "It's not an ideal, but I just take it for granted, so let's do it."

Chu Zhou was puzzled: "Of course?"

Fu Xun's tone was unhurried: "My family is very rich, so I don't need to work hard. When I was studying, I was poor in mathematics, and often lowered my total score. It happened that others said that I was good-looking, so I took the drama exam. Academy became an actor."

Chu Zhou tilted his head: "Then Mr. Fu likes acting, right? Because Mr. Fu takes acting very seriously."

Fu Xun said indifferently: "I don't really like it. I take everything seriously. Including this time, I don't have any great motivation to win the best actor award. I just feel that step by step until now, I You should come back with such an award, and you can start the next stage of your life after you get it, so if you don’t get it all the time, you feel stuck on the road and feel a little depressed.”

Chu Zhou looked at Fu Xun seriously. He thought that if Fu Xun played flying flags, he must be a player with obsessive-compulsive disorder. When flying, you need to roll the dice to six. If you can’t roll it all the time, you will be really depressed.

"What about you?" Fu Xun asked him suddenly, "Why did you enter the entertainment circle, because of ideals?"

Chu Zhou smiled: "In the beginning I just liked singing and dancing. I wanted to be an idol, so I became a trainee. It can be regarded as my ideal, but later I fell in love with acting, so my current ideal is to be a good actor. Bar."

He paused, and then said: "So, the ideal will change. It is too exaggerated to say that it is an ideal. It is just motivation. When you work hard, you need motivation. Motivation can provide resilience."

Fu Xun put his elbows on the bed, supported his head, and said in a calm manner: "I don't have much motivation, and my life is going well, but at the same time, I am also very orderly. I thought I didn't need to make much change. We've hit a bottleneck."

Chu Zhou was silent for a while, then said slowly, "I only act because I am happy, maybe Mr. Fu can do something that you think will make you happy."

Fu Xun thought carefully for a moment, looked up at him, and said slowly, "I did it, I'm in a good mood when I'm with you."

Every time Chu Zhou thought that he was immune to Fu Xun's invincibility, but the next time he met him, he would still feel his heart skip a beat.There is only one string in his heart, and all that falls are traces of being plucked by Fu Xun.

"Really." Chu Zhou lowered his head slightly, "I am also very happy."

Fu Xun glanced at the time on the phone, and said, "It's getting late, I'm a little tired now, so I'm going back to sleep first."

Chu Zhou hesitated for a long time, reached out and gently grabbed the corner of Fu Xun's clothes, and said crisply: "How about...just stay overnight at my house."

Fu Xun was taken aback for a moment, and said: "This is not very good. You only have one bed at home. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to trouble you to sleep on the sofa?"

Chu Zhou: "..."

Wait a minute, shouldn't guests be rushing to sleep on the sofa under normal circumstances?What's the matter with this look of going to bed for granted?

Fu Xun seemed to know what he was thinking, and explained in advance: "Your sofa is too small, I can't sleep on it."

Chu Zhou hesitated and tried tentatively with some hopelessness: "Then... can we sleep in the same bed? My bed is quite big..."

Fu Xun thought about it, and unexpectedly agreed: "Okay, as long as you think it's okay."

"..." Chu Zhou couldn't help pinching his palm.

Am I dreaming.

Chu Zhou still felt a little dazed when he turned off the lights and fell asleep.

In the same bed, Chu Zhou could even feel Fu Xun's warm body temperature.The curtains were not closed, and a little moonlight leaked out. Chu Zhou peeked at Fu Xun's side face in the little light, and couldn't move his eyes for a while.

Fu Xun had already closed his eyes, and his sleeping position was peaceful, so he wouldn't cause trouble if he looked at it.Chu Zhou put his arms on his head and turned his body slightly, because he could see more clearly this way.Fu Xun's eyelashes were so long that Chu Zhou even wanted to fiddle with them and count how many there were.

Chu Zhou felt that he was really lucky. Who could have the blessing of being able to lie on the same bed as the male god?If the news gets out, he is afraid that Fu Xun's fans will be jealous and assassinate him on the spot.

Just when he was enjoying watching, Fu Xun moved suddenly, turned sideways and opened his eyes, looking deeply at him.

Chu Zhou felt that his heart almost stopped suddenly.

"Aren't you asleep yet?" Fu Xun's voice was lazily sticky.

Chu Zhou said awkwardly: "...I just fell asleep."

Fu Xun asked: "Are you cold?"

Chu Zhou: "Huh?"

Fu Xun said seriously: "If you are cold, you can come closer to me."

After speaking, he straightened his body back again.

Chu Zhou hypnotized himself in his mind: He said so, even if he leaned in, it wouldn't be considered an advantage... right?

And it's really cold.

So Chu Zhou really approached Fu Xun boldly, he turned sideways to Fu Xun, and put his hand directly on one of Fu Xun's arms.

Fu Xun closed his eyes and said slowly, "Today...thank you for being with me."

Chu Zhou also closed his eyes slowly: "It's okay, I'm very happy."

There seemed to be some smile in Fu Xun's voice: "Go to sleep, we can have a dream with you tonight."

Chu Zhou couldn't help but smiled slightly.

"Yes, have a good dream."