Amidst Zhao Yue's familiar laughter, Jiang Zhao fell into confusion.
It turned out that it was Xiao Si who also gave Zhao Yue the news of Xu Qingqing on the day he was caught in a storm of public opinion.
And Xiao Si also... to help him
He looked at the bright and beautiful rich lady beside him, feeling very complicated, and asked tentatively: "Then... Xiao Siye, are you still with me?"
"No," Zhao Yue thought he was asking where Xiao Siye was, and said, "He has already left." It was still the plane last week.
Jiang Zhao suddenly realized that he was already the former benefactor.
That is to say, even if Xiao Si used his nepotism, he would secretly help him... Isn't this behavior a little too selfless
They are obviously opposite, and they have been pulling each other since their debut. Not only are there resource conflicts, but even the actor has to get one.
But Xiao Si also quarreled with him every day publicly, but secretly helped him in this way, and even put down his figure to contact the past benefactor.
What is he for
Jiang Zhao casually found an excuse to leave the cat cafe, then got into the nanny car with a frown and went to the rehearsal venue.
Along the way, the air pressure around him was a little low. Not only did I not see my sister today, but I also learned such unexpected news, and now I have to go to the forced business, which is a triple blow.
Moreover, he still couldn't understand why Xiao Si did this.
Do you want to reconcile with him
Jiang Zhao still couldn't think of an answer.
After arriving at the venue, Jiang Zhao entered the single lounge and waited for the staff to notify him to take the stage.
His show was not difficult, just singing a festive song with a few other stars, and it happened to be the second to last finale before the New Year's Eve.
Was Xiao Si also invited
Jiang Zhao suddenly remembered this incident. He turned over the program list that he had never watched once, and his eyes glanced hastily. Sure enough, he saw Xiao Siye on the New Year's Eve finale program.
Tsk.
Maybe Xiao Si is also present today. If he sees Xiao Si, he can ask him directly.
Xiaohu suddenly pushed open the door of the lounge: "Brother Jiang, it's your turn!"
Jiang Zhao put down the playlist in his hand, got up and walked out.
He took the microphone and walked forward under the guidance of the staff. The melodious piano sound is coming from the stage not far away, it is crisp and melodious, and it is combined with the melodious violin, like a flowing stream, quiet and clear.
"The previous show was a duet?" Jiang Zhao asked.
Xiaohu had known for a long time that he must be too lazy to read the program carefully, and explained: "That's right, brother Jiang, the duet of piano and violin. I heard that the violinist came back from a foreign orchestra and won many awards. You are a thief!"
Jiang Zhao said "Oh": "I'm not interested in the violin. Who plays the piano?"
Xiaohu mentioned a well-known name, Jiang Zhao nodded: "No surprise."
When he came to the backstage, the piano just finished playing the last syllable, and the strings of the violin raised a series of vibrato, which stopped abruptly, leaving only a slight echo lingering in the venue.
Jiang Zhao was arranging his clothes by the steps where he played, and the pianist and violinist on the stage also walked towards the steps.
The moment he passed those two, Jiang Zhao raised his head.
The violinist beside him suddenly stopped, then turned around slowly:
"Xiao Zhao?"
Jiang Zhao's movements stopped in the air.
He didn't answer, the man thought he didn't hear, took another step towards him, and called out: "Xiao Zhao, it's me."
"I am back."
"Han Tingfeng," the pianist a few meters away asked strangely, "Do you know Mr. Jiang?"
Han Tingfeng smiled: "Yes, we are bamboo horses who grew up together."
He looked at Jiang Zhao again: "Xiao Zhao, long time no see, you are still the same as before."
Jiang Zhao never opened his mouth until the staff began to urge him in the headset, and then he raised his head as if waking up from a dream.
He hid the coldness in his eyes: "Han Tingfeng."
"I said, don't appear in front of me again in this life."
He strode onto the stage, his movements unremarkable.
And Han Tingfeng looked at his back, his brows were furrowed, and there was a strong nostalgia and bitterness in his eyes.
After a while, he sighed softly: "Xiao Zhao..."
Jiang Zhao rehearsed and interacted with other people step by step on the stage, showing a faint smile of the business model.
But only he himself knows how messed up his mind is.
Han Tingfeng has returned to China? Didn't he do well in foreign bands? When did he come back
And he still has the face to say hello to him
How dare he? !
After the song rehearsal ended, Jiang Zhao still stood there without moving.
The backup dancer next to him hurriedly reminded in a low voice: "Brother Jiang, it's time to go!"
Jiang Zhao came back to his senses, apologized, frowned and walked down the stage.
Sure enough, he saw the figure in the white suit again, standing in front of the narrow passageway on and off the stage. Han Tingfeng liked to wear white suits a long time ago, and this habit has not changed until now.
He wanted to ignore Han Tingfeng and go forward, but Han Tingfeng directly blocked his way.
"Xiao Zhao," Han Tingfeng said with a sincere expression, pleading on his handsome face, "let's talk."
Anyone who faces such a humble request from a gentle and refined person will probably not be able to help but soften his heart.
It's a pity that Jiang Zhao doesn't like this, he raised his eyes coldly: "Go away."
"Xiao Zhao... five minutes, just give me five minutes, okay?"
The two blocked the way to the stage, one was a top actor and the other was a well-known performer, none of the surrounding staff dared to stop them.
Just when Jiang Zhao's mood was about to drop to the lowest point, a voice with a smile interspersed between the two of them suddenly: "Mister, you are blocking the way."
Xiao Si also walked to Jiang Zhao's side. He was wearing the clothes he wore during the performance. The two buttons in the middle of the shirt were unbuttoned. A golden watch chain was hanging on his chest. The pocket watch fell into the right pocket of the suit jacket. There was also a black crystal shining on the side of the shoulder. sequins.
The tall figure showed this coquettish clothes to the fullest, making Jiang Zhao a little speechless: "How are you dressed?"
"Don't like it?" Xiao Si also asked.
Jiang Zhao rolled his eyes.
Xiao Si also smiled, and stretched out his hand to him, Jiang Zhao frowned: "What are you doing?"
"The director asked me to use your microphone." Xiao Si also said, and glanced at Han Tingfeng next to him calmly.
Jiang Zhao clicked his tongue and handed him the microphone in his hand.
These few conversations sound like they don't have a good relationship, but when the two of them talk, the people around them can feel a certain kind of wonderful aura between them, as if no one can get in.
Han Tingfeng's smile faded almost instantly: "Who is this?"
"Jiang Zhao's senior, Xiao Siye." Xiao Si also reached out to him with a bright smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"It turns out to be the Great Film Emperor Xiao, who has admired his name for a long time, and I am disrespectful."
The two held hands tightly, and separated immediately after exerting force. When their eyes met, they both saw the same hostility from the bottom of each other's eyes.
Jiang Zhao didn't realize it, and urged: "Aren't you the next show, aren't you going up?"
Xiao Si also nodded: "Let's go now."
He turned around, stretched out his hand suddenly, took Jiang Zhao's left hand and put it in front of his eyes.
Jiang Zhao slightly opened his eyes wide: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Si was also used to holding the medicine before, and he even forgot to break free for a while.
Xiao Si also stared at the marks on his fingers that had faded away, and said, "Well, there is no scar left."
"That's because I have a good physique." Jiang Zhao snorted and pulled his hand back.
Xiao Si also smiled, and finally walked to the stage.
Han Tingfeng clenched his fist when Xiao Si also grabbed Jiang Zhao's hand, and then let it go quietly after a few seconds.
He showed concern, and his expression was still that gentle and gentle performer: "Xiao Zhao, your hand..."
"none of your business."
Jiang Zhao glanced at him coldly, then turned and left.
The author has something to say:
Xiao Yingdi: Rubbing secretly to show the intimacy between my wife and me, it will piss you off :D;
Han Tingfeng: I f...
[Han Tingfeng was kicked out of the live broadcast room because of his aggressive words]
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!