In the resplendent hall, the clothes are fragrant and the temples are shaded, and the faces of men and women are full of smiles.
"Meng Yingdi, congratulations."
"Teacher Meng, I have a script here ..."
"Teacher Meng's performance is really wonderful. It's really deserved to win the title of film emperor this time."
The man surrounded by the crowd is the center of the topic. He is wearing a black suit, with a handsome brow and a hint of coldness in his heroic spirit. "Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."
He pushed through the crowd package and went around to the terrace outside the hall. His slender index finger buckled the bow tie and pulled it down loosely.
Meng Yanzhang slowly spat out a foul breath, and his nose was full of mixed perfume, which made his brain dizzy. He took a deep breath at night and his brain suddenly woke up a lot.
Just tonight, he just won the Best Actor Award. In an instant, those who once despised him piled up flattering smiles and fawned on him.
The moonlight was clear, and a Leng Xiang crept into the nose, just like two snows in winter.
"Long time no see."
There is only a dim light on the terrace, which can't clearly illuminate the other person's face. He comes from a dark corner, and the blue and white moonlight fills his shoulders.
"An inch of eyes, a thousand pearls are not much."
I haven't seen him for many years. When Meng Yanzhang saw him again, there was still only this sentence in his mind.
His lips mumbled and his throat rolled. After a long time, Meng Yanzhang turned his head as if nothing had happened and said flatly, "Long time no see."
"Why don't you go in?" Duan Jiangqiu didn't seem to be aware of Meng Yanzhang's indifference to him. He deliberately approached, and Leng Xiang, who was as close as snow, almost invaded Meng Yanzhang's brain.
"boring." Meng Yanzhang don't want to say more with him, cold spit out a word.
Duan Jiangqiu has a pair of peach blossom eyes with a variety of amorous feelings. Even when he squints at people, he looks like he is wearing a hook. He leans on the railing, his white shirt plunges into his black suit pants, and as he moves, he outlines a beautiful waist curve.
Meng Yanzhang's eyes stayed on his waistline for a second, then casually moved away, and happened to bump into Duan Jiangqiu's smiling eyes and move down, which was a tear mole in Duan Jiangqiu's corner.
He is a walking aphrodisiac.
For no reason, Meng Yanzhang remembered that someone had commented on Duan Jiangqiu like this.
Now that I think about it, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it, and it is even beautifully described.
"Smoke?" Duan Jiangqiu held a cigarette in his white slender hand and handed it to Meng Yanzhang.
Meng Yanzhang raised her hand and refused. "Don't smoke."
"Do you have a lighter?" Duan Jiangqiu was talking to him with a slender cigarette in his mouth and his head cocked.
Actually, he can say no, but tonight he was probably dizzy by those perfumes. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a silver lighter.
A little orange flame burned in the dark, and Meng Yanzhang lit a cigarette for Duan Jiangqiu with a lighter. Duan Jiangqiu's head didn't mean to be lowered at all, lowered his eyes and smoked lazily.
What long eyelashes.
Just such a thought, Duan Jiangqiu raised his eyelids and saw his one eye. Meng Yanzhang put away his lighter with a cold face.
"Thank you." Duan Jiangqiu seems to have found something funny, and a vivid smile broke out on his white face.
"You're welcome." Meng Yanzhang wooden replied.
He leaned against the railing, with a cigarette between his slender fingers, a spark and smoke curling up. Just as Meng Yanzhang was about to go first, Duan Jiangqiu suddenly turned to him and said, "Talk?"
The refusal to the mouth was swallowed again and finally spit out: "Good."
...
The rushing water washed over him, his eyes were black and his ears were buzzing.
A minute later, Meng Yanzhang finally adapted to the physical discomfort and slowly opened his eyes.
White tiles, white bathtub, dense air. ? ? ? ? Is he in the bathroom or in the hotel bathroom?
Raise my hand to turn off the water, Meng Yanzhang grabbed the towel and bathrobe, quickly dried it and put it on.
Pushing bathroom door aside, it was a hotel room.
But ... He clearly remembers that the brakes failed, and he and Duan Jiangqiu rushed out of the fence and fell off the cliff. Before losing consciousness, Duan Jiangqiu seemed to be anxiously talking to him.
"Psst ..." Meng Yanzhang held down his aching brain and stopped thinking about it.
He went into the bathroom and found his clothes, from which he took out an old flip phone.
What's going on here?
After some searching, Meng Yanzhang even turned on the TV to confirm that it was not a joke or a trick game.
He really went back to six years ago and the turning point of his fate. At that time, he had not been banned for refusing the hidden rules.
If he remembers correctly, he should be in Duan Jiangqiu's room now.
Six years ago, Meng Yanzhang's agent took him to a banquet. The people at the banquet were either the boss of the investor's congress or the director and producer. It would not be a simple banquet if you think with your toes. This is not the first time for the agent to pimp, but Meng Yanzhang never promised.
This time, the agent was supposed to bring Meng Yanzhang's roommate, but the roommate unexpectedly had a high fever, and Meng Yanzhang had to bite his teeth for his good brother.
He agreed with his agent that he would sing a song, and he would never accompany him to dinner or even sleep. The agent promised well at that time, and as soon as he turned around, he tricked Meng Yanzhang into Duan Jiangqiu's room.
Duan Jiangqiu used to be Meng Yanzhang's college classmate, a man of the hour on campus, and he was surrounded by people everywhere he went. Up to now, when he went to P University, people still talked about this senior.
When I was in college, I started a company myself, but I didn't leave the company when I went abroad to study. Now I am only 26 years old, and I am already the overbearing president of the girl's mouth.
It is such a person that Meng Yanzhang never dreamed that he actually wanted to dive himself. They all said that he should wear a helmet when riding a motorcycle, otherwise he would be embarrassed to be seen by his old classmates driving a BMW.
But he accomplished nothing, so he was caught laughing on the stage by an old classmate who was a talented young man. This old classmate actually wanted to sleep with him.
Moreover, this old classmate's measurement is not generally small. Because he refused, people suppressed him, so that Meng Yanzhang struggled in the entertainment circle for six years before he could make it out.
Meng Yanzhang tidied up his thoughts, rubbed his sore temples, walked to the bed and sat down.
In those six years, only he knows how he came over. He was so poor that he couldn't even afford to eat. He ate a meal for two days, or went to the university to make a meal for one yuan, soaked in free soup, and barely managed to have a full meal.
He closed his eyes, and his agent's sarcastic face flashed through his mind. His roommate, who was treated as a good brother, stepped on his superior, and his relatives, who had to pay money to go home even if they were in distress, immediately announced that they would break up with themselves when they heard that he had offended someone outside. Those who stepped into the mud was not enough and had to take another bite.
Meng Yanzhang kept clenching his fist, and the veins stood out suddenly and violently. He had to pay back ten times and one hundred times the damage these people had done to him! Isn't it just to let Duan Jiang sneak in? Compared with these pains, that's nothing.
Meng Yanzhang adjusted his breathing and decided secretly.
He took a good bath, lay on the bed, and waited quietly for Duan Jiangqiu to come over.
Then, he waited all night and fell asleep, and no ghost came in.
The next morning, Meng Yanzhang finished washing, and there was a knock at the door. He thought it wouldn't be Duan Jiangqiu.
When I opened the door, I saw that it was the person who delivered breakfast. The cart was full of beautiful things and various meals were placed.
"Mr. Meng, your breakfast."
"Thank you, but I didn't order breakfast." Meng Yanzhang wondered why the development of the two worlds was different. He thought that he and Duan Jiangqiu had an accident together, and he was reborn. Is it possible that Duan Jiangqiu was like him?
The waiter respectfully replied, "Mr. Duan asked us to send it."
"Would you like coffee or milk? There is also black tea here."
Meng Yanzhang wanted to drink soybean milk more, but he took a look and didn't have soybean milk, so he had to settle for the second best. "Coffee."
"Ok, just a moment, please." The waiter skillfully brewed coffee for Meng Yanzhang.
Because the coffee is freshly ground, a strong fragrance will soon float in the room.
After an unforgettable and extravagant breakfast, Meng Yanzhang went back to his residence in the suit he borrowed yesterday.
Accommodation is provided by the company. It's a very humble dormitory. It doesn't even have its own private space. There were four people in one room. Later, one couldn't stand quitting the circle, and one was on the side of the big boss. Only Meng Yanzhang and Deng Yewei were still insisting.
Back to this place, Meng Yanzhang stood at the door and some suddenly. He took out the key from his trouser pocket and was about to open the door when he received a call from his agent.
Meng Yanzhang stared at the narrow and dim mobile phone screen for a full minute, and he didn't pick up the phone until the agent called again.
"Hey ..."
"What's the matter with you? I didn't pick it up until I called twice. I'm telling you, don't think that it's always gone with the wind when you climb the section. It's not a matter of minutes before I want to fuck you. " The rough voice of the agent came from the leaky mobile phone, which was deafening and made Meng Yanzhang hold the mobile phone far away.
The agent scolded Meng Yanzhang for five minutes. When Meng Yanzhang heard that he didn't continue to scold, he took the phone to his ear. He made a wooden apology. "Sorry, Brother Hong, I didn't hear it just now."
Twenty-six-year-old Meng Yanzhang is still an honest man. He can't talk sweetly or learn roundly. The agent obviously knows his character and doesn't continue to scold.
"You have served me well, and it is indispensable for your benefits." Infighting "recently started shooting. This is a big IP, directed by Li Jinglei. There was a supporting role originally intended for Ye Wei, and now it is yours."
"As long as you are obedient, isn't the role or something coming?" Hong Bin's every word is to express Meng Yanzhang. It's useless to hold on to a hard bone. Without resources, you are not even a fart. Now, the role of mainly, missing so much will come.
Meng Yanzhang's eyes are as deep as a black pool, and he can't see the bottom at a glance, and his fist is firmly clenched. "Yes, Brother Hong, you are right. I used to be arrogant and apologize to you."
"Ha, ha, ha, that's right. Yan Zhang should follow Brother Hong well, and Brother Hong will definitely make you famous."
"Yikes-"As soon as the old iron gate was opened, there was a heavy noise inside, which was the sound of Deng Yewei hitting the bed.
"Die! Can't you see I'm sleeping? Why are you opening the door so loudly? I'm afraid I don't know if you have a backer now? " The hoarse throat didn't stop Deng Yewei from swearing.
Meng Yanzhang slammed tiemenguan and locked him, by the way. His eyes were deep and quiet, just like a killer before a mission.