I can't live, I can't afford to die

I don't know whether it was Xiao Xiao's unconscious questioning that made Liang Shiwei cold, or Liang Shiwei was really too busy to take care of him. For some reason, the warm and intimate relationship between the two slowly faded away. down.There are fewer and fewer calls, news is dispensable, and even the video at night is more and more silent.

Xiao Xiao runs between the film crew and the TV station, and the filming period of the scenes he receives is short and effortless. The director and the actors in the same group can also get along with each other in peace, and they will not tear each other's faces for the sake of position, and they are more polite in person. "Ms. Xiao" is long and "Ms. Xiao" is short.

But Xiao Xiao couldn't arouse his interest at all, and he felt bored looking at the words and sentences in the script every day.

It's not that he didn't think about accepting the favorite film by himself, but for some reason, no matter how secretive he was in private, the news would always reach Liang Shiwei in the end.Liang Shiwei asked him several times, and he tried his best to fight for it several times, but every time Liang Shiwei refuted it with no room for change.After arguing many times, Xiao Xiao's mind gradually faded.

In half a year, he was so lazy that he actually made two films.In half a year, he didn't see Zhou Zhiyi again, but he also heard various rumors about him being on Xing Dao's set.

Everyone said that he would be the next Xiao Xiao, and everyone was amazed at Liang Shiwei's ability to know people.

Xiao Xiao was not surprised, Director Xing was very good at sex, he had never touched the blank paper of movie performances back then, Director Xing also forged it into a piece of jade in a daze.

What's more, Zhou Zhiyi is not weak at all.

In the past six months, Fang Yizhe would find Xiao Xiao to drink from time to time. The two of them didn't talk much, and they didn't drink much. Most of the time, they just kept silent to themselves.

After the two films in hand were filmed, Xiao Xiao postponed the rest of the script. For this reason, Xiao Lin was tossed hard, calling the director and producer one by one, explaining Teacher Xiao's point of view over and over again. The schedule was bumped, and Teacher Xiao's body had some minor problems.

The producer of a certain play was dissatisfied with this, and threatened Xiaolin that if he could not enter the group according to the contract, he would change the role.

Xiao Lin clutched his phone and said to Xiao Xiao: "Brother, Producer Li said that if you can't join the group on time, you will terminate the contract."

Xiao Xiao waved his hand and leaned on the sofa without moving: "Whatever."

Xiao Lin spoke a few words into the phone, then moved the phone away and asked, "Brother, Producer Li said that there is a lot of liquidated damages."

Xiao Xiao closed his eyes and said, "Ask him how much, call him right away, and you won't miss a penny."

Xiao Lin glanced at him, wanted to say something, but hesitated, clutching his phone and went out.

Xiao Xiao found out that it is good to have status, and others will rush to beg him.It's better to have money, and to have money is to have confidence. If you don't like it, you can settle it all with money.

He was very tired in the past six months, and he was exhausted physically and mentally. He didn't want to suffer himself any more.I have already lived through the days of humiliation, so why should I have to live with myself.

Fang Yizhe is quite right, it is better to rely on oneself than to ask for help.

Thinking of Fang Yizhe, Xiao Xiao went to take out his mobile phone, touched it all over his body, and saw it on the coffee table in a blink of an eye. He was too lazy to get up and move, and stretched his arms to reach the mobile phone.

He opened WeChat and sent a message to Fang Yizhe: "Brother Yi, let's get together tonight?"

The message came back quickly: "Where is Teacher Xiao?"

When Fang Yizhe called him "Mr. Xiao" for the first time, Xiao Xiao always felt that there was a sense of sarcasm in his tone that others did not have.Now that I've listened to it a lot, for a long time, I don't feel anything anymore.

He sent a voice over: "In the company, lying on the sofa."

Fang Yizhe also voiced back: "Fuck, what kind of news are you sending in the company." He laughed and scolded, and within two seconds, he replied again: "Where are you going?"