A thunderclap exploded in Rong Yuheng's mind!
Before he could decide whether to turn around and run without shoes or leave with shoes on, he heard the sound of "da, da" footsteps in the corridor in front of the entrance.
Under the festive background music, there are signs of red and white happy events.
Rong Yuheng shook his back, turned his head and pressed his hand on the doorknob. Before he could get out the door, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind him and clasped his shoulders firmly, a gentle voice came from above his head,
"Xiaoheng, where are you going?"
Rong Yuheng's hand trembled slightly, and then he restrained his expression, and turned around pretending to be calm, "I brought you gifts, I forgot to get into the car."
"Come here, what gift do you bring?"
After Rong Congyan finished speaking, he was about to walk into the house as soon as he wrapped his arms around the former.
Rong Yuheng pinched his toes in an attempt to make the soles of his feet stick to the ground, but he was still dragged back into the living room in parallel.
He felt like a sweeping machine.
In the huge living room, Rong Tianshen sat on the sofa with a solemn expression. The mahogany wide table was placed in front of the sofa, and a table label was placed on it.
Rong Yuheng glanced out of the corner of the eye, sticks, long whips, iron sticks...
He pursed his lips and tried his best to keep his voice steady, "What is this?"
Rong Tianshen looked at him coldly, "Catch Zhou."
Rong Yuheng looked bleak, "Is it for me in a year?"
Rong Congyan sighed helplessly, and after all, he couldn't bear it, "It won't be at the level of reincarnation."
Rong Yuheng understood, "It means you can't kill me."
"… "
Rong Tianshen, who was inexplicably neglected as the presiding judge, finally snorted unbearably after seeing the two brothers' crosstalk talk like a sing-along! He raised his woolly slippers and flew towards Rong Yuheng with a "pop"—
"I don't know how to call someone when I go home! I'm sitting here with such a big man, and I didn't hear your call. All these years of books have been read in vain!"
Rong Yuheng was caught off guard and was smashed with an "Ow" sound. He ran behind Rong Congyan, stuck his head aggrievedly and came out to force him loudly.
"You treat me with this as soon as I get home!"
"What kind of honored guest are you? I'm still entertaining you!" Rong Tianshen took off another fur slippers and flew over, "Are you going to carry a sedan chair to carry you!"
After he finished dragging the pillow on the sofa, he was about to fight after him, Rong Yuheng hurriedly grabbed the hem of Rong Congyan's clothes, dodging like an eagle catching a chicken, "What are you fierce, what did I do! "
Rong Congyan was caught in the middle and felt tired and disliked, "Don't make trouble, Xiaoheng finally came back once, Dad, it's almost there."
Rong Tianshen carried the pillow and smashed Rong Congyan, "It's all spoiled for you!"
Rong Cong Yanchu closed his eyes on the spot and took it for Heng, "It's me, it's me..."
Amid the slap of the pillow and the sound of the wind being carried, Rong Congyan thought in a trance:
Why did you trick the puppy back, but in the end it was you who got hurt
The absurd pillow fight continued until the meal, amid the overflowing singing.
It was not until the aunt at home brought the food from the kitchen and greeted them to the table, and the living room was able to restore a moment of peace.
There is a pot of chicken soup on the dinner table, which is just used to stew ginkgo in this season, with a mellow fragrance. Rong Yuheng's saliva began to "gumble" in his throat again... At least the stewed chicken didn't lie to him.
Rong Tianshen gave him a stern look with hatred, "Just because of your virtue, you are not despised for eating with others?"
Rong Yuheng hummed, and proudly pulled out the chair and sat down: his owner Wen has never disliked him, and he can even draw silk from his mouth~
When it was time to eat, Rong Congyan chatted with Rong Yuheng, "How is work, is it tiring to be a star?"
Rong Tianshen is like an ETC that automatically raises the bar, "What kind of work is not tiring?"
"..." Rong Congyan firmly maintained the topic, "Don't treat yourself badly outside, eat when you need to, rest when you need to rest."
Rong Tianshen, "I think he looks better than at home."
Rong Congyan, "..." Dad, shut up.
Rong Yuheng didn't say a word, chomping on the chicken legs unhappily.
Rong Congyan could only pick a topic that Rong Tianshen couldn't talk about, "What plans do you have in the future?"
Only then did Rong Yuheng speak out, "Release albums, record shows... Maybe join the group."
The first two Rong Congyan knew, but he had never heard of the news of joining the group. "Joining the group? Do you want to make a TV series?"
"Um."
"Which type?"
Thinking of the magical script, the chicken bone in Rong Yuheng's mouth slid abruptly, almost poking his back molars. He concentrated, "...be inspired to grow up."
Rong Tianshen's expression turned slightly, "This is okay. To be a human being, you must be a healthy and uplifting person, and spread positive energy to others! Especially if you are a public figure now, don't hold yourself to the standards of ordinary people. Public figures shoulder social responsibilities. , do you understand!"
Rong Yuheng was nagged so much that his chicken legs were no longer fragrant. He pouted his shiny mouth in protest, "Just tell me, what are you doing so fierce?"
Rong Congyan hurriedly served food to the father and son, "Hey, alright, let's eat..."
After dinner, Rong Tianshen slipped his hands behind his back and went for a walk in the garden to digest his food.
Rong Congyan and Rong Yuheng collapsed side by side on the lazy sofa by the living room.
Rong Congyan rubbed his younger brother's belly, "Don't be mad at Dad, he has been looking forward to your visit for a long time."
Rong Yuheng thought about the extremely professional cover and colorful catch-up, and nodded in agreement, "I can feel his enthusiasm."
Rong Congyan laughed, and then rubbed him for a while. When Rong Yuheng was so comfortable that his eyes narrowed, he suddenly asked, "Is Aunt Wen okay?"
Rong Yuheng woke up immediately.
What Rong Congyan asked was his mother Wenqin.
His throat suddenly became a little tight. Immediately, he recalled the image of braised pork in his mind, moistening his throat with overflowing saliva,
"It's the same old way... Traveling around the world, chatting with me occasionally, and posting a few high-definition selfies."
"Aunt Wen's mentality has always been good."
"It wasn't tempered by someone's bad temper."
Rong Congyan didn't speak, and Rong Yuheng continued, "I thought the family could be together forever, but I didn't expect to get divorced suddenly. Is the shelf life of love so short
Rong Congyan gently rubbed his small head, "Love is a matter of two people, and it cannot be judged without it. Don't blame your father for having a bad temper. There is no right or wrong to love or not to love."
Rong Yuheng was silent for two seconds, and thoughtfully said, "That's good, I don't love you anymore, brother."
Rong Congyan's movement of rubbing his head stopped for a while, and then he held his head and pressed the person on the velvet carpet, rubbing it carefully.
"I'm talking about love."
"..." Rong Yuheng's face was rubbing against the plush blanket, his eyes were pulled into drooping corners, he vaguely let out a breath of air from the gap between his face and the carpet,
"I'm sorry."
Rong Yuheng didn't leave until after dinner. Before leaving, the background music played again in the living room.
The gongs and drums were jubilant as if they were sending the god of plague.
He decided to find a chance to write several new scripts for his big scallop later.
Because there was still work the next day, Rong Yuheng turned on the air-conditioning electric blanket early after returning to the dormitory. After washing, he got into the bed and played with his mobile phone, intending to use the "fatigue sleep method" to fall asleep.
While playing, Wen Zezhen's news suddenly popped up.
[Wen Zezhen]: Cub didn't look for me for a day, is there a new owner? [Sea otter suspicious]
[Rong Yuheng]: I only have one owner~ What is the owner's order? [Sea Otter Star Eyes]
[Wen Zezheng]: It's okay, just take care of the hamster's diet and daily life
[Rong Yuheng]: What a conscientious owner! When I'm not around, I still know about cloud farming!
The corner of Wen Zezhen's mouth curled up when he saw the message: If he could, he wouldn't want cloud farming, he wanted to raise it himself.
From waking up in the morning and brushing the hamster to putting the hamster to sleep at night.
[Wen Zezhen]: Go to bed early, you have to audition tomorrow
[Rong Yuheng]: You remember well
[Wen Zezheng]: After all, there is a hamster breeding record book
Rong Yuheng felt inexplicably sweet when he saw this, he and Wen Zezhen replied "good night" and gave up the "fatigue sleep method", obediently put down the phone and closed his eyes.
…
The next day, Shi Qiu came to interview Rong Yuheng for an audition.
When Rong Yuheng got into the car, Shi Qiu frowned, "Come here."
Rong Yuheng obediently poked his head over.
Shi Qiu stretched out his hand and scratched his face, "The skin is a little dry, didn't you put on the mask yesterday?"
Rong Yuheng touched the tip of his nose and withdrew with a guilty conscience, "I applied it, but the air conditioner and electric blanket were on and forgot to turn it off."
Shi Qiu thumped the horn, "The air conditioner and electric blanket are on all night, are you trying to dehydrate yourself manually?"
Rong Yuheng shrank in the passenger seat and listened to the training obediently... Hamsters have very small brains, so he forgot to chat with his owner.
Before arriving at the audition site, Shi Qiu took a box of facial masks out of the car and asked Rong Yuheng to urgently refill.
After an hour's drive, Rong Yuheng finally turned back into that slick little hamster when he got off the bus.
There have been more than ten actors waiting at the audition site, and not all of them are for the male lead. "The Journey of Suyi" is the biggest IP in recent times, and it is not bad to get a slightly more brilliant role in it.
Rong Yuheng glanced at it and saw two acquaintances - Xu Sun and Zai'an also coming.
There was also a middle-aged man standing next to Zai'an. Rong Yuheng saw the expressions on their faces and guessed that the latter should be Zai'an's uncle.
As he was looking at it, Xu Sun, who was on the opposite side, suddenly turned his head and met him, but Xu Sun quickly looked away, looking a little embarrassed.
"Rong Goose!"
A voice suddenly drew back Rong Yuheng's attention, he turned his head to look and saw a white dumpling jumping towards him.
It's almost winter now, and the white dumplings are dressed in fluffy clothes, and they look more and more like dumplings...
Rong Yuheng shook his head lightly, shaking off the image in his mind, and said hello to Xunguang, "Why did you come here?"
Xunguang squeezed him familiarly, "I'll come out to pee!"
Rong Yuheng was so terrified that his nose hole opened wide: Shut up! Everyone around you is looking at you!
Shi Qiu had never met Xun Guang before, but now he saw a "little girl" greeting Rong Yuheng quite familiarly.
She stretched out her hand, "Hello, I'm Shi Qiu, Yu Heng's manager."
Xunguang gave an "Ow" and held it up, "Hello, I'm Xunguang."
Shi Qiu, "... ??"
The meeting of several people ended with Xunguang unable to hold back his urine. After the latter left with a "pa-da-da", Shi Qiu turned to Rong Yuheng with a psychedelic face, and asked his soul three times.
"The screenwriters are so young now? How did you meet her? What's your relationship?"
Rong Yuheng was also at a loss for words, "She just looks small, she should be a little older than me; I met Brother Shubai last time I visited the class; netizen relationship."
Shi Qiu's eyes were complicated, "You netizen is quite powerful."
"… "
A while before the audition, Rong Yuheng was chatting with Shi Qiu when he heard a movement from the other end.
Looking up, it was Zai An and the others.
On the opposite side of Zai An stood Xunguang who came back from the toilet. She wondered if her pupils had the function of taking pictures. Rong Yuheng always felt that there was a piece of shit in her eyes.
Rong Yuheng remembered Xunguang's circle of friends, and probably guessed the intention of Zai'an and the others.
Rong Yuheng turned his head and asked Shi Qiu in a low voice, "Is it possible to bring money into the group so high-profile?"
Shi Qiu said, "It's not clearly stated that they are bringing funds into the group, and others can't say anything, and even if they guess it, so what? This kind of thing is very common."
She and Rong Yuheng continued, "Last time I saw a great one who was still auditioning, so I just slapped the bank card on the table. There were several people around who were auditioning together, and their expressions changed."
Rong Yuheng exclaimed, "There are only the unexpected, there is nothing that cannot be done."
Shi Qiu said, "That's what I mean. It's not long before you entered the circle, and you will see more strange operations in the future."
The two were pressing together in a low voice, when suddenly they heard the movement on the other end. Rong Yuheng's melon-eating nature gradually surfaced... He sneaked along the wall, trying to eat the sweetest melon for the first time.
As they got closer, they saw Zai'an's uncle looking ugly, and Xu Sun, the grass on the wall, swayed gently between the two of them, "Mr. Xunguang, 40 million is already quite a lot, do you know who this is? Maixiang The boss of the company has guaranteed financial resources, so you don’t have to worry about the promised money not being in place.”
Xunguang glanced at Uncle Zai'an, "Maixiang's boss?"
Xu Sun hurriedly said "eh", and Rong Yuheng saw Xunguang's mouth slowly open—
Because he occupies the best position to eat melons, he can even clearly glimpse the swear words swirls on the tip of the former's tongue.
Rong Yuheng hadn't had time to wax the opposite side when he saw Xunguang's weak self, the fragility on his face swaying and flickering under the light,
"It turned out to be President Zai, disrespectful and disrespectful..."
"… "
He almost burst out with a sharp, shrill laugh.
In Rong Yuheng's mind, an emoji package sent by Xunguang appeared:
Cubs, come and box.
The author has something to say: Bai Tuanzi: So you are President Zai!
Rong Yuheng: Then Brother Zai'an will be Chief Zai from now on!
Both: Yeah yeah yeah!