Feng Zhenyang has a mean tongue, but every word he says goes straight to the heart and hits the nail on the head.
The pit of my heart was originally soft, but it would break if I poked it. After more than ten years of hard work in the entertainment industry, from the age of eighteen to thirty, I gradually forgot that I still had a soft heart.
I was heartless and calm: "What can I do to her? I just... blocked her and left her with nowhere to stay. Am I wrong?"
"Dig! You're not wrong! Shen Jiaying, in ancient times, your behavior was jealousy. The last thing a harem woman should do is jealousy!" Feng Zhenyang shook the goblet in his hand and frowned slightly, as if he was sitting on The emperor has a harem of three thousand beauties.
My assistant Tang Xiaomei couldn't stand his mean face and sarcastically said: "Feng Zhenyang, you have played too many emperors, and you have a brain problem?"
Feng Zhenyang is well-known for his last-hitting skills. I have known him for more than ten years, and he is always doing last-hitting. He and I were high school classmates, and we went to an art high school.
When I was eighteen years old, I graduated from art school. I cried and burned my college admission notice. Feng Zhenyang was admitted to the Shanghai Theater Academy. Carrying his small schoolbag, he walked happily on the Sunshine Avenue.
At that time, I came to Beijing alone with the 2,000 yuan I earned from my part-time job. This was a smoggy but prosperous city that young people longed for. I have worked as a waiter, customer service, greeter, and distributed flyers. Later, I distributed flyers to underground comrades in Xidan and met Zhao Yicheng, who was holding a guitar and singing.
We relied on each other and supported each other, from being a group performer who could not afford food and clothing to becoming a famous and popular actress with a car and a house. Life has become richer, but feelings have become weaker.
For more than ten years, the only thing that has remained unchanged is friendship, except for the unfamiliar family affection.
Feng Zhenyang is my friend, and out of friendship, I must protect him.
So I persuaded Tang Xiaomei in a friendly voice: "Xiaomei, don't say that about Zhenyang. He didn't have brain problems after playing the role of the emperor. His brain was not normal before he debuted... Hahahahaha!"
Feng Zhenyang drank a glass of wine and pretended to be angry: "Shen Jiaying, can we still be good friends? Why is my brain not normal!"
"I'm very normal, let me tell you! I'm very normal!" Feng Zhenyang told me with an angry look on his face and cross-eyed eyes: "Look, I'm very normal! I'm healthy!"
Feng Zhenyang's humor and funny skills are unparalleled. Tang Xiaomei was made to laugh out loud, but I couldn't laugh. A relationship of more than ten years is no match for the passion of youthful vitality.
I raised my head and drank a glass of wine, and asked Feng Zhenyang sideways: "Feng Zhenyang, men... do they all like young girls?"
Feng Zhenyang was thoughtful and serious: "No, some people like older people, like me."
"Do you like rich women to keep you?" Tang Xiaomei dismissed it.
"Am I that superficial? If I, Feng Zhenyang, wanted to find a rich woman to support me, I would have left Asia long ago!" Feng Zhenyang touched his chin with his slender hand: "Although I can rely on my face to make a living, I am still more willing to rely on my strength. Besides, I need Are you being cared for?"
In the entertainment industry, the most indispensable thing is a good-looking face, so we never focus on face, and we focus on personality charm instead of strength. There are also those who fight for their father and mother, and fight for their godfather and godmother.
As for me, I have nothing to fight for but my youth. Ten years of youth have been exhausted, and I have been prosperous in the circle, and I have lost my original dream.
A bustling city with feasting and entertainment, a luxurious and high-end upper class life. Shen Jiaying, is this what you want? This week, I asked myself countless times, what I want is just the most innocent feeling at the beginning.
"Jiaying, don't you think that's Han Xiaoxiao?" When she heard the word 'Han Xiaoxiao' from Tang Xiaomei's mouth, her heart skipped a beat and she looked in the direction of Tang Xiaomei's finger.
She has long, beautiful black hair tied into a ponytail, a light blue floral top, a white skirt, and milky white high heels. She has elegant Korean makeup, and Han Xiaoxiao's pure and beautiful face, which makes her look youthful and energetic without losing her clarity. Poor, no wonder Zhao Yicheng lost his soul when he saw her.
As soon as she entered the door, Han Xiaoxiao looked around, and finally walked in my direction. She... was here to see me
Anyone with a discerning eye can see it. Feng Zhenyang leaned on the bar with his chin on his face and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Shen Jiaying, do you see it? The green tea bitch is standard. Tang Xiaomei, you should also imitate it."
"Imitate her! What the hell is she? She's not even qualified to carry my Tang Xiaomei's shoes! Haha!" Tang Xiaomei deliberately raised her voice and emphasized the word 'haha'.
Feng Zhenyang had a smile on his face, and looked at Han Xiaoxiao who was walking towards him with a "affectionate" expression: "Han Xiaomi of Zhao Yicheng's family, if you don't stay at home and be a good woman, why did you come to a place like this? "
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that he is mocking Han Xiaoxiao. Han Xiaoxiao lowered his jaw and stared at me, not daring to look at me, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Sister Shen, can I talk to you?"
"Let's talk! Can you remove the crow's feet?" Tang Xiaomei rejected Han Xiaoxiao for me. She was even more angry than me. She jumped up and pointed at the tip of Han Xiaoxiao's nose and scolded: "Han Xiaoxiao, are you shameless? ! You have the nerve to talk about destroying people’s families! Don’t let me see you. I’ll be so sick that I can’t eat.”
Tang Xiaomei's voice was too loud, which immediately attracted the attention of other guests. I quickly put on my sunglasses, pulled Tang Xiaomei and said, "Keep your voice down."
Tang Xiaomei glared at Han Xiaoxiao fiercely and gritted her teeth: "Get out!"
Han Xiaoxiao stood there and raised his head slightly. His big, watery eyes were pitiful. His voice was small but audible: "Sister Shen, I know it was my fault. It was me and Brother Yicheng who hurt you, but feelings are not You can control it if you want..."
"Why, you can't control your feelings and you still rely on me?" I interrupted her coldly: "There's nothing to talk about."
No woman can tolerate her husband's affair partner pretending to be pitiful in front of her and telling herself that we are in true love and no one of us wants to hurt her. I am an actor and an ordinary woman.
Maybe Han Xiaoxiao is just an ordinary girl with a longing for love. At first, I thought so. Therefore, I just blocked her and made her lose her source of income, but it didn't affect anything. Zhao Yicheng could still afford to support her.
Looking at Han Xiaoxiao's youthful face through her sunglasses, she bit her lip and stood there without moving an inch. I'm not Zhao Yicheng, so I won't pity her, so I simply ignore her and continue drinking.
"Sister Shen, are you... really so heartless? It was me who was wrong! Why did you make Brother Yicheng lose everything?" Han Xiaoxiao choked, and what he said next shocked me.
Oh, I thought she and Zhao Yicheng were acting in a Qiong Yao drama, with a passionate love, regardless of worldly eyes, and not moved by money. I suddenly felt that I might be looking up to her. Hey, you want to be prosperous and wealthy after destroying my family? Is it really a concubine from ancient times
I gently shook the goblet in my hand. Through the spotlight in the bar, the glass swayed colorfully, just like this complicated world.
Maybe out of reluctance, maybe out of disgust, I smiled calmly: "Miss Han, are you mistaken? It wasn't me that left Zhao Yicheng with nothing, it was him who felt sorry for me and was willing to give me all his property."
Han Xiaoxiao made a fierce move, as if he didn't believe it. I put down my glass and mocked: "If you don't believe it, you can ask Zhao Yicheng, or is it his money that you love at all?" (To be continued)