My heart was shocked, and I turned around to stare at Feng Zhenyang in disbelief. I didn't know what to say for a moment. I have used Feng Zhenyang more than once. Although it will not cause him any harm, according to his temperament, if he finds out, shouldn't he be furious and accuse me of evil intentions
Feng Zhenyang doesn't like women who cry easily, and he doesn't like women who are vicious and love to lie. I clearly lied to him and deliberately encouraged him to hurt Qi Xiaoyu. It can be said that I deliberately framed Qi Xiaoyu, paid for murder, and threatened people. Not anyone can afford it.
At that moment, my heart suddenly felt sour, and my eyes were so sore. I admit that I was moved beyond expectations. Tears fell down the corners of my eyes, and my eyes were blurred by tears. Through my blurred vision, I saw more and more people. Feng Zhenyang got closer.
"Shen Jiaying, why are you crying? Isn't it commonplace to use me as a knife? What's there to feel guilty about?" Feng Zhenyang, that goddamn man, exposed me mercilessly: "Don't be too guilty, and don't be too moved, otherwise I'm worried You will fall in love with me because you are so moved!”
I was silent and speechless, and outwardly I looked like a hedgehog. People say that hedgehogs are easy to hurt people. However, no matter how sharp the hedgehog's thorns are, its heart is still soft and it will be moved.
Feng Zhenyang is naturally fond of arguing. When he saw me with tears in his eyes and his nose was about to run out due to emotion, he said narcissistically: "There are many people who love me. You are old and have an awkward personality. You don't even know how to wait in line." I’m going to be ranked hundreds…”
Even though I was moved, Feng Zhenyang's narcissistic nonsense still irritated me. Every time I was stimulated by him, I seemed to forget my sadness. Just like now, I immediately held back my tears and slapped him with red and swollen eye circles. Rolling his eyes: "Stop being narcissistic! Hundreds! I won't even rank the first one!"
"Think about it, at your age, how can you compare to those little girls." Damn it, Feng Zhenyang became more and more energetic, never forgetting to attack my age. As he spoke, he put his hand on my shoulder, and as he spoke, he leaned his head towards me, and whispered in my ear with his warm breath: "No, I'm worried that you can't stand the wind and rain, and you will get sick if you wait too long. , so I came to your place to queue up... "
Most women like to hear sweet words, and I happen to be one of them. Although I have long passed the age of dreaming, and I can no longer remember the plots of the romance novels I read when I was young, I still have a kind of memory. It feels like high school. In the face of love, no matter whether a person looks forty, fifty, seventy or eighty on the outside, he is still seventeen or eighteen on the inside.
I think Feng Zhenyang at that time probably felt the same as me. We looked at each other in the empty lounge. Feng Zhenyang's eyes are always so bright, as dazzling as the sun that lights up the entire earth, and his voice is so warm: "Miss Shen Jiaying, are you willing to give this um... pretty boy in front of you a chance to have love?"
Normally, I would probably find him disgusted by his crude words, and even if I wouldn't slap him, I would still despise him fiercely. However, at this moment I don't feel nauseous, I want to laugh and cry at the same time.
And his eyes were too dazzling. Suddenly I didn't dare to look at him. My heart was in a turmoil. I lowered my eyes slightly and raised my hand to wipe away the tears on my face. My heart was still excited, so I trembled when I spoke: "I want to be quiet..."
"Who is Jingjing! How dare you miss him behind my back!!" Feng Zhenyang's face was full of anger and excitement, as if Jingjing really existed.
I was still full of tangles and sadness, but I couldn't hold it back. I laughed out loud, glared at Feng Zhenyang, suppressed my smile and said with contempt at him: "These are such old jokes! Can there be something fresh!"
Feng Zhenyang was born with a unique sense of humor. No matter how old the joke was, or it was an ordinary thing, he could make people laugh when he said it.
Tang Xiaomei and I often feel sorry for him becoming a pretty boy instead of Guo Degang. We all agree that he should be a cross talk actor or a comedian. Being a pretty boy and becoming the national god is simply a waste of talent.
Of course, Feng Zhenyang never thinks so. He prides himself on being naturally beautiful, humorous, and wise... In short, he uses all the words to praise men on himself.
"What happened to the old joke? Didn't you still laugh at the old joke?" Feng Zhenyang said seriously, saying something not serious: "How about, Shen Jiaying, are you interested in being... the wife of the national male god!"
"No!" I refused immediately. After being surrounded by him, my negative emotions completely dissipated, and I was only thinking of teasing him. When he was nervous and about to speak, I continued: "But... you can consider it. A certain comedian’s girlfriend…”
Hearing this, Feng Zhenyang immediately responded with interest: "Shen Jiaying, I forgot to tell you that I am planning to change my career to become a comedian. This large-scale costume palace drama will be the last TV series to reflect my beauty..."
So, I laughed again, and Feng Zhenyang also laughed. At that moment, I thought I had completely let go of Zhao Yicheng, and I was willing to give myself another chance to love. Even if I was badly injured, I would not regret it. A long time later, when I think of that crazy love affair, that crazy world, and the man I loved to the core, I will still smile from the corner of my mouth to the bottom of my heart.
That day, Feng Zhenyang and I were wearing masks and sunglasses, holding hands and walking on the road at night. I asked Feng Zhenyang why he liked me? I'm pretty, with an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, red lips and white teeth, but there are many people with this kind of appearance in art schools. The most indispensable thing in the entertainment industry is beautiful women, and the same is true in art schools.
I think Feng Zhenyang's statement that he has liked me since the day he sat at the same table as me is too unreliable. So I broke the casserole and asked: "Feng Zhenyang, tell the truth, are you greedy for my beauty?"
When he said this, I seemed to see the disdain in Feng Zhenyang's eyes, which seemed to say: "Can your beauty compare with mine? Are you shameless?"
In fact, Feng Zhenyang did not express his contempt for me. Instead, he looked serious and sighed slightly: "Shen Jiaying, do you still remember what happened on the first day of school, that is, the day we sat at the same table for the first time? What happened?"
I buried my head in thought and thought hard, trying to think of some historic event. However, after thinking for a long time, I couldn't think of anything exciting. Finally, I asked Feng Zhenyang in a very uncertain tone: "The head teacher's door is open." ?”
"That was in the second half of the semester!" Feng Zhenyang rolled his eyes at me, pretending to look up at the dark moonless and starless night sky, pretending to be a literary young man: "I remember the first day of school. Oh my god, I had a nosebleed because the weather was too hot. Instead of helping me, those bastards in the class gave me a nickname... Nosebleed. You were the only one who handed me a piece of toilet paper and accompanied me. Infirmary, help me pour water on my neck..."
"So you were moved?" I was very shocked and a little embarrassed to accept Feng Zhenyang's kindness to me.
In fact, I didn't really want to accompany him to the infirmary at that time, let alone help him pour water on his neck. I was just in a bad mood and wanted to go for a walk. He happened to have a nosebleed suddenly, so I found an excuse to run out. The classroom is just shaking.
Could it be that this is what happened to him? "Of course not." Feng Zhenyang shook his head and squinted at me: "Do I look like the kind of creature that gets into heat when a woman helps him?"
I thought about it seriously and said very sincerely: "Like..."
Feng Zhenyang does look like a playboy, and in fact he is suspected of being a playboy, but Feng Zhenyang himself does not think so. Although he has had many girlfriends, he still insists on telling me that he is the most infatuated.
Feng Zhenyang said: "Shen Jiaying, do you know? You look good when you smile. At that time, we walked in together from outside the classroom. The classmates in the class called me a nosebleed, and then you lowered your head and smiled. Sometimes, it was there For a moment…”
I still can't believe that in just one moment, Feng Zhenyang was in pain for more than ten years.
That night, Feng Zhenyang and I walked for a long time, but the next day we were still full of energy and not at all depressed. The next month of filming went smoothly.
I was extremely troubled at first, but I became much more relaxed after that. However, this relaxed life only lasted for a short month. Halfway through the filming, the director suddenly said that he had made an appointment with the investor, and the actors from the crew went over to have dinner together.
On the surface, it looks like we are just eating, but we are not sure what we are going to do. We cannot make a conclusion before contacting whether the other person is good or bad. In this circle, unspoken rules are nothing new. In the past, before arriving at the scene, Rong Fang must have told Gao Jin in advance, or went to the scene in person.
However, Gao Jin was always busy and couldn't bother him with trivial matters, so most of the time Rong Fang followed him to the scene. This time Rong Fang originally wanted to go along, but Feng Zhenyang said it would be okay as long as he was there and refused to let Rong Fang follow.
I am a person with a heavy burden and a slightly pessimistic mentality. I still think it is better to follow, but I can't defeat Feng Zhenyang. When we walked in, he said to me sternly: "This TV series is invested by the Feng family, and the other investors are just making up the money. If anyone dares to do anything to the actors in our group, you see, I can't kill him!!"
I believe that with Feng Zhenyang’s character, he can definitely do it. But things were not as simple as I imagined, nor as simple as Feng Zhenyang thought.
The moment he met his fifth uncle Feng Yue, even Feng Zhenyang was stunned. Feng Yue is a business wizard in the famous shopping mall. He rarely attends such dinner parties. It can be said that he doesn't disdain it at all.
According to Feng Zhenyang, for such an unspoken actress, it was only his prodigal seventh uncle who could handle dinner parties. Now, Feng Yue is here in person. The director and some actors who have hidden their thoughts are naturally very happy, but Feng Zhenyang and I are not at ease.
Feng Zhenyang was not used to eating with Feng Yue on such occasions. He felt uncomfortable calling him Uncle Wu, and also felt uncomfortable communicating with Feng Yue. Most of what the two of them talked about was commonplace talk between uncle and nephew.
The reason why I felt unnatural was because of the way Feng Yue looked at me. That look seemed to be hateful but not entirely, nor was it admiration. In short, it made me feel cold all over.
"Miss Shen, what's wrong? The food is not to your liking?" I was filled with confusion and chills. Feng Yue suddenly spoke, with a seemingly friendly smile on his face.
I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so I politely responded: "No, I just don't dare to eat too spicy."
Feng Yue smiled and nodded, glanced at me meaningfully, changed the subject, and asked Feng Zhenyang: "Zhenyang, I heard that you and Miss Shen were high school classmates, have you noticed that Miss Shen actually looks a lot like the same person?" People, even their appetites are similar." (To be continued)