Like a person? Like who? I was confused and a little uneasy at the same time. Feng Zhenyang had the same reaction as me, so he joked: "Don't all female celebrities nowadays look the same?"
As soon as these words came out, Feng Zhenyang immediately attracted countless eye-rolls from fellow actresses at the same table. Although plastic surgery is really common for celebrities in this world, people still don't like people saying that someone has the same plastic surgery as someone else.
Naturally, I don't like it either. At the same time, I am also full of curiosity about the person Feng Yue talks about. But I didn't ask, I just smiled politely, because I didn't know what to say, and I always felt that it was inappropriate to say anything at this time. Pretending to be a lady and keeping silent can avoid making a fool of yourself.
I have followed a principle since I was a child: If you are uneducated, don't talk nonsense. Just shut up and be a quiet vase, so as not to make a fool of yourself. If you are ugly, you can't even be a vase, so you can simply be an introvert.
Feng Zhenyang once said, "Shen Jiaying, you must have been an introvert for more than ten years. Later, when you were at the same table as me in high school, you were deeply influenced by my appearance, so your appearance, which was so low, also improved. , you have to thank me.”
"Thank you! My appearance was given by my parents, and it has nothing to do with you, okay?" I said back to him at that time.
My appearance really has nothing to do with him. My appearance comes from my mother. Of course, before I knew the truth, I once thought that my appearance had something to do with my dad. But later I found out that it actually had nothing to do with him. Half a dime relationship.
On the contrary, it has something to do with the person Feng Yue said is very similar to me, and the past that has been buried in the entertainment industry for many years. Regarding Feng Zhenyang's statement that every female celebrity looks similar, Feng Yue objected, shook his head and said: "Zhenyang, what you said is wrong. The looks can be similar, but the temperament cannot be changed. I think Ms. Shen’s temperament is quite similar.”
After talking about this, Feng Yue stopped trying to sell things off, and said to the director with a smile: "Director Zhu, don't you think Miss Shen and Shen Yue, the most popular actress in the world more than 30 years ago, are very different from each other? Do they look alike? Even their temperaments are similar. Their future is limitless!"
Shen Yue, I have actually forgotten this name for a long time. Now that the old things are brought up again, I think of it again. Even I have to admit that she and I do have similarities.
I remember when I first debuted, someone did say that I looked a bit similar to Shen Yue, who was famous all over the country more than 30 years ago. The reason why Gao Jin signed me without hesitation was because of my own efforts. Another part of the reason is that Shen Yue and I have similar looks.
In this circle, it is not strange to look similar. Chinese people have the same looks over and over again. Even if they don’t have plastic surgery, they will still be similar.
When I first heard Shen Yue's name, I also wondered if this person had anything to do with me. For example, was she my aunt or my mother-in-law... Later, I thought about it, if there was really any relationship, how could I not know? After all, she was so popular back then.
As time went by, I forgot about it. Faced with Feng Yue's compliment, I just smiled back. Throughout the meal, I didn't say much, except for the occasional polite reply.
Perhaps because people from the Feng family were present, none of the romantic regulars dared to touch the actress, including Feng Zhenyang's notorious seventh uncle. Feng Yue must have been too serious, which made the atmosphere serious.
This meal was easy to eat, but also heavy. Before leaving, Feng Yue suddenly stopped Feng Zhenyang and said he wanted to have a chat with him. What the uncle and nephew can talk about is naturally the complicated internal battles within the family, or the warm family affairs.
As for those of us who are superfluous, we go back to our homes and look for our mothers. My relationship with Feng Zhenyang is more than just friends, but we both have to hide it. If these things are revealed to reporters, it might be reported tomorrow that Feng Zhenyang and I broke up, and the day after tomorrow it will be reported that Feng Zhenyang and I went to meet him at his home. Parents, or Feng Zhenyang and I have actually had an ambiguous relationship for a long time. False rumors like this are not uncommon in this circle.
So after the dinner was over, I didn't stay too long. I said to Feng Zhenyang to leave first, and went straight to the hotel to meet Duke Zhou without looking back.
Early the next morning, when the quilt and I were in love with each other and were inseparable, my cell phone rang suddenly. I answered the phone while half asleep, put it to my ear, and said vaguely: "Hello..."
"Hey, it's me..." The man's voice was very familiar, Zhao Yicheng! This familiar yet unfamiliar name popped into my head, making me instantly energetic and sober.
Why did Zhao Yicheng call? I opened my eyes, and my voice suddenly turned cold: "Is something wrong?"
"I heard that you and Feng Zhenyang are together? Is it true?" Zhao Yicheng's tone was completely like a husband asking his wife about her lover, cold and slightly angry.
I originally thought that there would never be any entanglement between me and Zhao Yicheng, just as I initially thought that I would never get together with Feng Zhenyang.
The less I want to get entangled, the more the other party looks like a savage beast, coming in such a turbulent way. Originally, I had a deep hatred for Zhao Yicheng, and we basically never saw each other until we died. I never expected that he would be so entangled, and I don’t know what he was thinking about. Maybe he just didn’t want to see me well, and he couldn’t live well on his own. Well, I wish I had a bad life like him.
After some dark thought analysis, I replied to Zhao Yicheng extremely impatiently: "Does this have anything to do with you?"
"Is that so?" Zhao Yicheng sounded anxious. I really understood what he was anxious about.
Although I no longer love Zhao Yicheng, it is really impossible for me to be friends with him. I think unless one day I see through the world and become a nun, and when I meet the world, I will be a donor, Amitabha and so on. I'll be a little nicer to him.
However, I was living in the mortal world and had no intention of becoming a nun. I was unable to respond kindly to his questions. When I started speaking, I started with sarcasm and stabbing words: "Does this have anything to do with you? If you are too busy, just take it easy." Think about how to create your music better, how to perform well, and don’t meddle in other people’s business!”
"So, you are really together with Feng Zhenyang?" Zhao Yicheng seemed to be in disbelief, and then said very annoyed and anxiously: "Shen Jiaying, are you crazy? What is Feng Zhenyang's family background, and what is yours? Do you have any? Think about it, do you think it’s easy to marry into a wealthy family?”
He was annoyed, and I was even more annoyed. When I loved him so deeply, he had to kick me away, just like kicking a football, and he kicked me out of the field. Now that I have finally come out of that unbearable relationship, he has to take care of me endlessly. From this, I came to the conclusion that Zhao Yicheng is a bitch!
I couldn't bear it anymore, and I didn't need to bear it anymore. I said without any mercy: "I know whether it is good for me to marry a wealthy family. I don't need you to worry about it. Zhao Yicheng, if you really remember the friendship we shared through thick and thin, then stop meddling in other people's affairs." We are divorced. As for being friends after divorce, it may be feasible for others, but it will only be a joke for you and me. I don’t want to care about who you are with, and I don’t want to know. Please stop interfering with the matter. If nothing happens, I will hang up first!"
"Shen Jiaying!" I was about to die, and Zhao Yicheng immediately roared like Ma Jingtao. Perhaps realizing his gaffe, he remained silent for a moment, calmed down a little, and said in a low voice with a little urgency: "You can be with anyone, except Feng Zhenyang.”
I really can't understand Zhao Yicheng's thoughts. When he said that Feng Zhenyang and I were together, he would no longer be entangled with me. Now he said that no matter who I am with, I can't be with Feng Zhenyang. I couldn't help but sneer: "Zhao Yicheng, are you sick? It's my business who I stay with. Okay, that's it... "
I didn’t want to listen to him anymore, so I simply hung up the phone and blocked him. If he was willing to shamelessly change his number and continue to mind his own business, I wouldn’t mind continuing to block him. It was no big deal.
Zhao Yicheng called again and again, and I blocked him again and again. Later, I wondered if I was wrong. If I had been willing to listen to him more, maybe I wouldn't be in so much pain. Unfortunately, he once hurt me so deeply that I questioned every word he said. Whatever he said sounded hostile, even inexplicable, to me.
So I got a phone call from him, which made me so angry that I couldn't sleep anymore. I got up, washed up, and wanted to go out for a walk while not filming today. I'll buy some food and go to the studio later. Feng Zhenyang has to film this morning. I don't know what time he returned to the hotel yesterday, or he didn't return to the hotel. Maybe he slept with his fifth uncle in the same bed. How gay. You are friendly, Li is friendly and unhappy...
When I went to the set in the afternoon, Tang Xiaomei also went with me. Rong Fang refused to let me go alone. She was always worried that I would cause trouble or be surrounded by reporters, so she always asked Tang Xiaomei to follow me. I don’t like being followed. I actually miss the freedom of high school more than my current life.
At least at that time, I could like whoever I liked and do whatever I liked without worrying too much about other people's opinions. Rather than a canary kept in a cage, I would rather be a sparrow flying deep in the woods, looking for food everywhere.
After looking for food, I carried the food to the set. I happily greeted everyone and shared the food. I kept Feng Zhenyang’s share and wanted to give it to me. I searched for a long time but couldn’t find him. It was hard to ask others, so I just went directly. contact him.
"Sister Jiaying... Sister Jiaying..." I was about to call Feng Zhenyang, but I saw Feng Zhenyang's assistant coming in a hurry, gasping for breath.
I looked around and pretended to be very casual and asked him: "Dong Jing, where is Feng Zhenyang?"
Those small eyes looked around mischievously. Seeing that there were not many people nearby, he lowered his voice and frowned: "Brother Zhenyang is missing, and his mobile phone is not working. He didn't come to the set today. The director had no choice but to Shoot other people’s scenes first.”
"What? Gone?" I was shocked and confused: "What's going on?"
"I don't know either!" Zheng Dongjing was so anxious that he almost cried: "Actually, Brother Zhenyang hasn't returned to the hotel since last night, and Brother Xu Yan is almost going crazy with worry!" (To be continued)