Jingluo has no more beautiful women

Chapter 2
Zhao Pingjin just woke up from a nap, closed his eyes with his hands on his forehead, and endured a little dizziness.

The room was very quiet, save for the faint sound of the radiator.

He couldn't help thinking about Huang Xitang's voice, her voice was very thin, very soft, resigned to fate, without the slightest hint of resistance.

In a trance, he thought of that youthful, sparkling face, so clear that it seemed like yesterday, the girl was wearing a white skirt, with a childish face, standing downstairs in the female dormitory of the Film Academy, holding two glasses in her hands. With a thermos bottle, he raised his head and chest and retorted him confidently: "What are you doing? Playing hooligans? Do you know me? Do you understand me? You don't know me and you don't understand me. What's the point of chasing girls you don't know?"

Such a wild, funny, lively, lively little girl.

When did she become so soft-tempered?
Shen Min said on the other end of the phone, "It's done."

Zhao Pingjin said: "Arrange her to live in the house on Taojiang Road."

Shen Min responded: "Do you want to add more people?"

Zhao Pingjin thought for a while: "I don't need it for the time being, it's better to keep it clean, and we'll see if it's suitable for her to live in."

After receiving the call, he wanted to get up, but the dizziness became more obvious, so he leaned back to the bed, reached for the bedside table, but stopped, remembering that the nanny and auntie were on vacation today, and his mother accompanied his father to go abroad for inspection. No one at all.

The phone next to his bed was connected to the host in the living room for a while.When he came back from the United States five years ago, he drank very hard at work and socializing, and fell ill several times in a row. His temper was indeed not very good during that period. In the words of his mother, Ms. Zhou, he was so angry that a cat would hate him. Dogs hate him, and people are basically not close to him. His grandparents were worried that he would be in poor health, that he would be dizzy from the pain, that he would not be able to get out of bed, and that it would be inconvenient to call someone, so they installed the phone.When the phone was just installed, there were several times when he wanted to drink ice wine in the middle of the night, and he rang the bell several times to call someone. The whole house rang loudly, and the health care doctors were alarmed. In the end, he was beaten up by his father .

He later removed the line by himself.

He just doesn't like the whole family making a fuss over him.

Zhao Pingjin took his hand back and lay back on the bed, vaguely remembering that night at the Chang'an club, after Huang Xitang beat Shen Min up, he and Zhong Qiaoer were kicked out together.

As soon as Zhong Qiaoer came out, she twisted her waist, her eyes fluttered and the corners of her lips smiled, and she got into a man's car in a blink of an eye.

Xitang rejected the man's frivolous offer of a ride while putting a hand on Zhong Qiaoer's thigh, and left the splendid entertainment club by herself.

Zhao Pingjin's car drove out, and saw a girl walking on the side of the road. It was already one or two o'clock in the middle of the night. It was a summer night, and the wind in Beijing had a clear and dry smell, and the alcohol gradually dissipated. After waiting for a long time, no taxi passed by, so I took off my high heels and walked slowly towards the school.

Under the huge gray-blue sky at night, there is not a single star, and the street lights are still flickering deep in the shadows of high-rise buildings. She is barefoot, wearing a white organ dress, white ankles, and pearly little toes. She is alone, in the On the streets in the early morning, bouncing forward.

Like a big white rabbit toffee.

On the second day, he waited downstairs for the girls from the Film Academy.

It was the first time he saw her in broad daylight. Last night she was fighting fiercely. When he saw her in the daytime, he was so small, with an oval face, white skin, beautiful eyes, natural slender eyebrows, and a crystal clear The small face exudes a slight luster.

It was five or six o'clock in the afternoon, when school was over for lunch, and Huang Xitang was holding two thermos bottles in his hands. From a distance, he could see the girls downstairs in the No. [-] dormitory. Smiling, her cheeks flushed, she followed along to join in the fun, and saw a tall man standing at the entrance of the corridor, a tall man with a handsome face, a little cynical smile on his mouth, wearing a white pinstriped shirt and casual trousers.There are many good-looking boys in the film academy, but Xitang has never seen him with such a calm and relaxed demeanor, who can still play nonsense in a serious manner under the countless passers-by and housekeeper aunts looking around. Passing—as if in the spring day leisurely rides a horse and spends a lot of money, she only found out later that their definite demeanor when dealing with girls like them is actually similar—that is the most typical ambition of the proud son of heaven. Complacent demeanor.

Xitang tilted her head and looked at the man standing in front of her inexplicably.

Zhao Pingjin spoke to her: "Huang Xitang?"

Everyone's eyes shifted in an instant.

Xitang was dumbfounded, but at that moment, it was as if a deer bumped her heart lightly.

She actually remembered his voice, in the private room last night, at the card table, with a sexy, low and cynical voice.

"How do you know my name?"

"I met once last night."

"What do you want me for?"

Zhao Pingjin looked at the uneasiness in the clear eyes on the opposite side, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help deepening: "Are you free, let me treat you to a meal?"

Suddenly there was a burst of inexplicable laughter around, and Xitang's face began to flush.

Zhao Pingjin finally reached out and gently supported her arm, and the two of them walked away a few steps and stood in a quiet place.

Xitang was a little annoyed: "Why did you invite me to dinner?"

Zhao Pingjin's thin smile did not change: "Let's make friends."

Xitang immediately took a step back, her thick eyebrows were erected, and she was very vigilant: "Why do you want to make friends?"

Zhao Ping was amused for a while, and said something even more embarrassing: "I want to chase you."

At that time, they were young and playful, and the children in the whole capital were like this. They had connections in their hands, and their money was generous. There were very few prettier girls in art colleges who could not catch up with them. They had seen many people in their circle. Some college girls will wait outside the luxury cars in the clubhouse. This is how Gao Jiyi met his previous girlfriend.

Huang Xitang's high-spirited face carried a little anger of being violated, but he looked even more cute and cute: "Do you know me, do you understand me? You neither know me nor understand me, and you pursue girls you don't know. What's the meaning?"

Zhao Pingjin's attitude is rare and sincere: "If you have a meal with me, treat it as meeting a new friend and let each other relax."

Xitang looked back, and there were still a lot of girls standing not far away to watch the excitement. In fact, she had seen it before, and this kind of thing was seen as a drama in the film school.

She suddenly smiled: "For you, beautiful girls are all for relaxation?"

Zhao Pingjin didn't care about the eyes around him, and nodded without shame: "It's almost the same, but you seem to be special."

Xitang glanced at the side of the road again, with a hint of slyness in her eyes: "Wait a minute."

Xitang turned around and walked downstairs in the dormitory, and grabbed a girl standing at the entrance of the corridor, the two whispered a few words, and the girl walked towards him.

It was only later that I found out that it was Zhong Qiaoer, wearing a suspender geometric color-block dress, and also wearing bright makeup during the day, walking swayingly, with a variety of styles.

Zhong Qiaoer approached slowly, with a bewitching smile on her face, Zhao Pingjin was still looking at Huang Xitang, but unexpectedly the woman stepped forward and grabbed his arm generously: "Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Pingjin threw away her hand as if scalded by boiling water.

Zhong Qiaoer smiled coquettishly and stuck her whole body up: "Mr. Zhao, do you need to relax? There are so many beautiful girls in the Film Academy, how about another one?"

Her chest was almost pressed against his body, and the smell of perfume on her body made him almost spit it out.

Zhao Pingjin was so angry that he roared angrily, "Go away!"

In a blink of an eye, seeing Huang Xitang standing on the other side of the school road, holding his knees and covering his stomach, laughing happily, Zhao Pingjin pushed Zhong Qiaoer away viciously, and strode over, but she was already like a dexterous little fish, Disappeared in the flow of people heading towards the cafeteria.

Huang Xitang was really cute at that time.

The hair is clean, the skin is supple, the eyes are always shining like water, and the lines of the little buttocks are curled up and cute. Later, when they got married, she loved to cling to him all the time, with the gentleness in her eyes , longing, that kind of innocent and greedy love, as pure as a small animal, warm and soft.

He was fascinated by her overflowing sweetness of love, but worried that holding her in his hands would melt her, and he wished that the pain would go to the bone.

It hurts so much that my heart hurts.

He pressed his chest and slowly adjusted his breathing.

It's just that she didn't expect that in the end, she would stab her severely at the place where he loved her the most.

Zhao Pingjin is at home in Beijing.

He lived in Beijing for more than a month this time. After the beginning of spring, there were several snowfalls in Beijing, and he drove back and forth every day. He seldom went out. The last time he went to Shanghai, he signed a large-scale project developed in cooperation with the PIEO conference. For the vehicle dispatching system project of the summit, the early software research and development work of this project is still done in Beijing. At the same time, the company still has several large projects. The intelligent scheduling system entered the stage of real-time demonstration. He stayed up intermittently for meetings, and finally got a fever. He explained the matter in hand to Li Ming, the vice president, and took a rest for more than a week.

It has been almost two months since I left Shanghai last time.

In addition to the work of being a special assistant for him, Shen Min has an additional personal matter, which is to regularly forward a copy of the itinerary provided by Huang Xitang's company to his mailbox. When he is busy, he just glances at it. There is only one blank page, basically no more than three lines.

Zhao Pingjin received an IV in the hospital in the afternoon. He has been sick for the past few days. His mother, Ms. Zhou, ordered him not to live alone in Park Hyatt Mansion. over again.

Then he called Shen Min and asked, "What is she doing when she's not filming?"

After a while, Shen Min transferred another document.

This time it is also one page, but with two more lines.

Artist Huang Xitang's work schedule on April 4
4 a.m.: Wake up
4:[-]: Set off to film the group acting in the early morning

5 o'clock: Go to the dressing room, put on makeup for an hour to an hour and a half
7:14: To the set of "Rose", to the set of "Love in the Rivers and Lakes", to the set of "Dawn Before Dawn", a total of [-] hours of shooting

Around 22:[-]: Finish work and have dinner with crew members

23:[-]: Return to your residence in Hengdian

Zhao Pingjin asked again: Does she shoot so many movies a day?
After 1 minute, Shen Min replied: The company said that she is currently on a free period, and the next film will be filmed in ten days. During this time, artists will rest, and Ms. Huang will take over the work by herself.

Zhao Pingjin read the emails Shen Min sent him again from the beginning.

Her life is really lackluster, she lives alone, has no friends, and usually gets along well with the people in the crew, but when people come and go, she never takes the initiative to communicate.

The only pastime is after the show, go to have a midnight snack with the crew, but the people are not fixed, basically watching some group performances or martial arts stand-ins that we collaborated with that day, and go home alone after eating.

She lived in that small town almost closed off.

The company gave her artist information, and she signed with Xingyi Entertainment to live in Hengdian, and it took only two or three years.

It was five years ago that they broke up.

She likes acting, he knows about it, but this industry has too many ups and downs, not many of them have good results, otherwise he would not have disagreed with her to enter the industry.When Xitang was in her senior year, he hoped that she would take the postgraduate entrance examination, but she was filming "Orange Boy" at that time. It was the first time she officially acted, and it was the leading role on the big screen, and she acted in a play directed by Lin Yongchuan. She cherished this opportunity very much. , I studied the script very hard three months in advance. There are more than 20 books related to the script alone.He asked her to retake the exam. At that time, there was a very good script and the director was negotiating, but she devoted herself to preparing the script and had no time at all. She wanted to temporarily postpone her graduate school. He strongly interfered with her work, and the two quarreled frequently.

She left him, so silently for so many years, he had already forced himself to forget about this woman, but he never thought that Huang Xitang, who was so energetic when he graduated, would be willing to play a small role without a single line.

The nanny knocked on the door outside and asked, "Brother Zhou, the milk is warmed up, do you want to drink it?"

Zhao Pingjin responded, raised his hand and turned off the phone.

The car drove into an old-fashioned western-style building with red bricks and black tiles in Xuhui District.

The carved iron gate was slowly opened. In early summer, the courtyard was full of emerald green branches, and the rose buds sprouted. The parking lawn in front of the house was covered with green grass in the gaps between the dark red tiles.

He thought this house was too big and deserted. Every time he came to Shanghai these years, if he was visiting relatives, he usually stayed with his grandparents. If it was for work, he usually didn't stay long, so he simply stayed in a hotel.

This western-style building left over from the period of the Republic of China has a history of nearly a hundred years. It was completely repaired after liberation. In the early 70s, the Zhou family took back the ancestral house and renovated it again. It was a gift from the Zhou family of his grandparents. Birthday gift.

Zhao Pingjin got out of the car, and the driver carried his luggage up to the second floor.

The room was tidy, with curved stained round windows, old-fashioned large furniture, leather sofas, and long lace curtains. He hadn't been here for several months.

Everything is the same as before, except for a small box in the bedroom of the guest room on the second floor.

It seems to belong to Huang Xitang.

After a while, the nanny came in and said, "Miss Xitang called back. She came back from the set in the afternoon and will arrive at about six o'clock."

Ni Kailun put forward a lot of conditions, Zhao Pingjin didn't bother to care about them, the only requirement was that whenever he was in Shanghai, as long as he wanted to see her, she had to come.

Zhao Pingjin went into the room and took a nap for a while.

It was only after three o'clock when he woke up. He was dealing with business in the living room for a while, when he heard the sound of the stairs.

After half a minute, someone gently opened the living room door.

Zhao Pingjin raised his head.

I hadn't seen him for almost two months, and he was in a daze. Huang Xitang was standing at the door, wearing a pair of jeans, a white round-neck cotton shirt, and a brown wide-brimmed hat. His face was both familiar and unfamiliar.

She has makeup on her face and also smiles, with a delicate and professional smile, sweet and beautiful.

Zhao Pingjin glanced at it, turned his head and continued to look at the contract on the computer, and only said: "The hat is off."

Xitang's smile remained unchanged, and she took off her hat as she said, revealing a bald green head.

Zhao Pingjin glanced out of the corner of his eye, almost overwhelmed with anger: "You!"

Xitang rubbed her head in embarrassment: "The new play is to play a nun."

Zhao Pingjin stood up and roared angrily, "What kind of shit did Ni Kailun play for you!"

Xi Tang grinned: "Hong Kong's martial arts directors have high requirements for their partners, and the scenes are very good. There are very few actresses who are willing to shave their heads."

Five years ago, she was the first woman who could smile with a playful face in front of him. In the past five years, she has never happened again.

Zhao Pingjin said, "Come here."

Xitang came over and sat on the sofa beside him.

Zhao Pingjin couldn't help stretching out his hand, but Xitang was obedient, and lowered his head voluntarily, bringing his head closer.

Anyone wants to touch it.

The shape of her head is also very beautiful, and it won't look strange even if she shaved her hair. She has a soft scalp, slightly prickly hair roots, and the touch in her hands is very good. There is a long-lost familiar fruity scent on her body. Zhao Pingjin suddenly felt that A little sour in the nose.

He hated his sudden soft-hearted feeling.

His body suddenly felt a little dry.

Xitang's head moved.

He pushed her away, frowned and said impatiently, "Get out, I don't like women without hair."

Zhao Pingjin didn't eat at home at night.

Sitting in the courtyard, Xitang saw him go downstairs and walked in: "Do you want to go out tonight?"

Zhao Pingjin changed his clothes: "There is entertainment."

Xitang let out an oh.

Looking at her, Zhao Pingjin became angry from his heart: "I pay you so much money a month, I have to go to the entertainment myself!"

Xitang muttered, "It's none of my business."

Zhao Pingjin looked disgusted: "Isn't it embarrassing me to take you out?"

Xitang sincerely suggested: "How about I wear a wig?"

Zhao Pingjin said disdainfully: "It's ugly as hell."

He slammed the door and went out to dinner alone.

After the business talk in the evening, he came home.

The car stopped in front of the house, the lights were dim, and the nanny was waiting in the living room: "Mr. Zhao, you're back."

Zhao Pingjin pulled off his tie and walked upstairs: "Aunt Mei, cook me a bowl of noodles."

The door of the living room on the second floor was ajar, no one was there, and there was no one in the bedroom either.

Zhao Pingjin looked around, but couldn't find anyone.

Just as he was about to invite someone to ask, he froze for a few seconds in the living room, then walked towards the smallest house.

It was originally a room for an accountant to settle accounts, but it was later changed into a small study room. There are so many rooms in this room that basically no one uses them.

Zhao Pingjin pushed open the door, and sure enough, there was a small figure curled up in the corner of the sofa watching videos on the computer.

Xitang turned her head when she heard the sound.

She saw Zhao Pingjin standing at the door with his tie untied, wearing only a crisp white shirt, neat black hair, full forehead, clear eyebrows, and a slight smile on his lips when he looked relaxed .

His face was as white as pure ivory glaze, and it always exuded a kind of luster in the dim light.

In the past, Xitang thought he was good-looking. There are so many good-looking boys in the Acting Department of the Film Academy, none of them can compare to Zhao Pingjin.In fact, Xitang found out later that when he smiled, he showed his white teeth, and at a certain moment he could see the dangerous aura, like some kind of noble and cruel beast.

It's just that love makes people blind.

Xitang liked his face. When she was in love with him a long time ago, just seeing his face made her feel intoxicated.

After all these years, she thought she would never see him again in her life.

Zhao Pingjin looked at her silently for a while, but in the end he just knocked on the door and said with normal expression: "Hiding in this small room at night, you are not afraid of ghosts."

Xitang immediately regained consciousness at that moment, but it was too late to adjust her expression. She had a plain face, and her eyebrows and eyes were still good-looking, but she looked childish and haggard, with obvious dark circles under her eyes.

She rubbed her hands together and stood up.

"Pour a glass of water." Zhao Pingjin sat on the sofa and glanced at her screen. She was watching a TV series, an old Hong Kong TV series, called "If there is love in the sky" or something like that.

Xitang went out to pour water.

She was wearing a small plaid pajamas, with bare feet and a bare head. She was so skinny that she looked pitiful.

Xitang handed him water, then sat across from him, tucked her feet into the sofa, unable to find anything to say, so she said politely, "Just came back?"

Zhao Pingjin responded casually, stared at the corner of her left eye for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Why do you need plastic surgery?"

Xitang knew what he was looking at. During those days of suffering from surgery day and night, when the gauze was removed layer by layer, she was no longer afraid of any gaze: "It's for the sake of being on camera."

Zhao Pingjin was noncommittal: "Aren't you fine before?"

Xitang still had a smile on his face: "The doctor said, open the corners of your eyes and make your facial features more three-dimensional."

Zhao Pingjin's tone was rather disapproving: "You look better than before."

"Thanks to Mr. Zhao's respect." Xitang didn't mind, and smiled, as if he was talking about someone else.

Zhao Pingjin didn't intend to let her go: "After plastic surgery, why are you still filming so many bad scenes?"

When Xitang talked about acting, he showed sincerity: "Oh, don't say that, the general environment has been like this for the past two years. When you play a play, you can watch the deep and shallow, and the audience can watch the excitement, that is also a merit. .”

This demeanor was impeccable. Even Zhao Pingjin admired such a strange Huang Xitang.

She has changed too much, her personality, appearance, treatment of people, everything has changed.

When he saw her again in the messy studio in Hengdian, he felt extremely uncomfortable at that moment. Her voice and smile seemed to be still hidden deep in his memory, but she seemed to be a different person suddenly. She turned her back on everything, even at the expense of changing her face.But he just liked her original appearance, even after all these years of deliberately forgetting, he almost forgot what she used to look like.

That was the way he liked it so much, why should she use the knife? When he thought of this, he became angry.

Aunt Mei, the nanny, called out from the living room: "Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Pingjin said to Huang Xitang: "Come out."

There was a large bowl of steaming noodles and two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the tea table in the living room outside.

The aroma of food came to the nostrils, Xitang smelled it, squinted his eyes, and couldn't help swallowing quietly.

Zhao Pingjin pushed the bowl and chopsticks in front of her: "Do it yourself."

Xitang said consciously, "I won't eat."

Zhao Pingjin raised his eyes: "Are you hungry?"

Xitang nodded reflexively, then froze for a moment, then shook her head resolutely.

After four o'clock, the female star hardly drank any water, and everyone survived like this.

Zhao Pingjin gave her a cold look: "I like to eat or not."

Xitang looked at him, fine noodles, wide soup, two golden poached eggs, Zhao Pingjin drank half a bowl of soup in one gulp gracefully.

She is leaving.

"Stop." Zhao Pingjin picked up noodles with chopsticks and said slowly, "Watch me eat."

The aroma is overflowing, and Xitang wants to kill someone.

Zhao Pingjin took the bowl, pushed aside the eggs, and left the green vegetable leaves to her, then scooped up half a bowl of noodles and put them in front of her.

Xitang whispered, "Is it past twelve o'clock?"

Zhao Pingjin raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, then nodded.

Xitang took a spoon, stirred it in the soup, and took a small sip. The chicken soup was extremely delicious. She hypnotized herself, "This is tomorrow's portion."

Zhao Pingjin glanced at her indifferently: "Don't mess with yourself, you don't have that life."

Xitang buried her head and ate a few noodles in small bites, then suddenly looked up at him: "Zhao Pingjin, are you married?"

Zhao Pingjin took the handkerchief from the porcelain plate and wiped his hands. Hearing this, his hands stopped, his eyes as dark as a deep pool could not see any emotion: "Why are you asking this?"

Xitang's voice was very calm: "In the past, your family especially wanted you to get married."

Zhao Pingjin threw the handkerchief on the table, stood up and pointed to her bowl, and said with a cold face and expressionless expression: "If you finish eating it, you will be deducted 1 yuan this month."

On the second day, Zhao Pingjin went out to handle errands.

Xitang is at home alone.

She asked the crew for two days off. Fortunately, she was not the lead actor, so the crew reversed her shooting time. She got up early in the morning and recited her lines in the living room on the second floor.

Around noon, Aunt Mei, the nanny, came in: "Miss Xitang, someone is looking for you outside the door."

Her voice was a little excited.

The driver in the house followed behind the nanny, muttering: "Mr. Zhao is not at home, no one else is allowed to come in."

The nanny reported to Xitang proudly: "She is Wu Zhenzhen, a big star, and I have seen her play."

Wu Zhenzhen came to the door.

Xitang went downstairs and saw her. She was dressed in high fashion, she took off the sunglasses she was wearing, her makeup and hair were all neat, no wonder the nanny could tell at a glance.

Seeing Xitang's bald head, Wu Zhenzhen's eyes widened, and she couldn't care less about anything else, so she laughed out loud, "Oh, you're really good at it."

Xitang smiled embarrassedly: "Zhenzhen."

Wu Zhenzhen looked around: "Is Mr. Zhao there? I know he is in Shanghai. Someone saw his car in Jinmao Grand Hyatt last night."

Xitang said, "He went out."

It was not right for the two of them to stand, Xitang thought for a while and said, "Please sit down."

Wu Zhenzhen sat down, and Huang Xitang's words seemed to be the hostess's attitude. She finally came back to her senses and said a little sourly: "I came here just to see clearly. You have been in the company for more than two years, and I actually looked away. Blind."

Xitang had no way to explain it, Wu Zhenzhen thought she was lucky, but in fact she was just being manipulated by others, she had suffered this once before, following people like them, she didn't know she was a guest in her dreams.

Zhao Pingjin's methods of treating women are simple and rude, without spending half his attention, but they are effective. The vanity illusion of fancy clothes and jewelry, he thinks that he has been favored by Long En, and when he turns his face and refuses to recognize anyone in the future, he calls you Fell bloody.

Wu Zhenzhen said: "I heard that the last hostess of this house was Wu Meici."

Wu Meici, actress, great beauty.

"A golden house made of iron, Gillian of flowing water."

"You can see it too."

"Zhenzhen, learn from you."

The two looked at each other and couldn't help but smile. Wu Zhenzhen's smile was as beautiful as a peach or plum. It's not unreasonable for her to be popular for so many years.

Wu Zhenzhen was a little surprised: "The company mentions you a lot these days. Looking through old materials, I didn't even know that "Orange Boy" is you."

Xitang smiled embarrassedly: "It's a long time ago."

"I was still in my junior year when the film won the award. This film has not been screened in China, but I also have a little impression that the industry's evaluation is very high."

"Don't dare."

Wu Zhenzhen asked curiously, "Why didn't you continue acting in movies later?"

Xitang was stunned for a second, and then replied flatly, "Something happened."

Wu Zhenzhen is an old man, so she didn't ask much, just looked around the house, and said kindly: "If you have the resources, pick a script, you are actually very suitable for acting."

Xitang only answered with concentration: "I really like acting."

Wu Zhenzhen looked at the extravagantly furnished furniture in this house calmly: "Who is Zhao Pingjin from? Is he from Beijing or Shanghai?"

Xitang shook her head: "I'm not very clear either."

Xitang secretly sighed, Wu Zhenzhen had talked with him at least once, and it seemed that he had no idea what his identity was at all, that is, Zhao Pingjin's layers of connections, and his identity was protected one after another. , How can it be easily seen through.

Suddenly there was the sound of a car in the garden, and the two of them were chatting, but suddenly they heard the driver calling loudly: "Teacher Zhou, you are here!"

Wu Zhenzhen followed the sound and looked out the window: "Who is that?"

A middle-aged lady in a light-colored suit, wearing a Hermès floral scarf, her hair blown into a fixed wave shape, walked towards the room with her head held high.

But Xitang jumped up like a frightened bird: "Zhao Pingjin's mother."

Wu Zhenzhen was a little excited: "Really!"

She is an expert in making connections in the circle, Xitang couldn't care less now, so she grabbed her and said, "Don't say that there are still people around."

She ran upstairs, feeling her heart beating loudly while running, and when she got to the second floor, she heard Wu Zhenzhen's nervous and excited voice of flattery from downstairs: "Hello, Auntie!"

She was so frightened that her eyes went dark, she directly opened the big wardrobe in the master bedroom, and rushed in with two slippers in her hands.

It was dark in the closet.

The ears are quiet.

Safe.

There were small and broken sounds downstairs, but they couldn't hear clearly. Xitang pricked up her ears nervously. After a while, she heard the sound of a car going out. It might be that Wu Zhenzhen had left.

Wu Zhenzhen has a good reputation in recent years, and her image has been maintained very well. There is no negative news, but she doesn't know that for a person like Ms. Zhou, no matter how well-bred she is, she can't hide the indifference and disdain in her bones. There are so many people dealing with each other up and down, even the smiles seem to be measured with a ruler, no more and no less, their communication is from one class to another, she looks down on people in their profession, treats you superficially Be polite, but will never chat with you.

Xitang's heart was almost in her throat, she was afraid that the footsteps would come to the second floor, but the noise kept walking on the first floor, and she gradually felt relieved.

Breathing gradually calmed down, she realized that she was sitting under the closet, with a whole row of shirts on top of Zhao Pingjin's head. Fortunately, Zhao Pingjin was extravagant, and he didn't come to this house in Shanghai a few times a year, and there were dozens of shirts and trousers. None of them had been unpacked, and the closet was ridiculously spacious. She gently rolled up a pair of his jeans and tucked them behind her waist, so that she could sit more comfortably.

Xitang sat and fell asleep in a daze.

Then she woke up from hunger again, she knew that it would be two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

On weekdays, when the crew is busy, she sometimes eats late for lunch, but her limit is two or three o'clock, but she still dare not go out.

She felt dizzy and her eyes were starting to blur because of low blood sugar.

Sweat slowly broke out on her back, she felt uncomfortable, her mouth was dry, and she was enduring it silently, when the door was pushed open with a creak.

Xitang shuddered.

Zhao Pingjin's voice sounded: "Teacher Zhou, did you come without saying hello?"

Ms. Zhou's high-heeled shoes knocked on the wooden floor and stopped in the living room outside the bedroom with a dull sound: "I am your mother, can't I come to my son's room?"

Zhao Pingjin glanced into the open bedroom door, his voice was still lazy: "When did you come?"

"Noon. This house was given by grandpa and grandpa. You should also pay attention to the influence."

"Who did you see?"

"A female star called True and False."

"Why did she come here?" Zhao Pingjin thought to himself, and asked tentatively, "Did you see anyone else?"

Ms. Zhou asked sharply: "Who else?"

Zhao Pingjin immediately replied: "No."

Instead, he complained: "I'm an adult, can you respect my privacy?"

Ms. Zhou doted on her son until he was in his 30s, but she only tried to persuade her son symbolically: "Zhouer, these women will be cut off after they get married."

Zhao Pingjin was silent for a while.

"Get married at the end of the year, and Yingzi will be back after graduating this summer."

Zhao Pingjin didn't speak.

"Before, you always said that people were unwilling to marry when they were abroad. Now that they are back, you also know about your grandma's illness. How long do you want her to wait?"

Zhao Pingjin finally replied: "Got it."

Ms. Zhou's voice was full of kindness: "I'm going back. There is a meeting in the afternoon. The meeting will be over this spring. Your father will be transferred recently. You should pay attention to yourself."

Zhao Pingjin joked without changing his true nature: "It's still promoted."

Ms. Zhou had high hopes for her only son: "Your uncle wants to retire in a year or two. After your marriage with Yu's family is finalized, hand over Jingchuang to someone else as soon as possible. You have to prepare to take over your uncle's team. "

Zhao Pingjin walked out with her: "Understood, shall I drive you?"

The two finally went downstairs.

Xitang's heart was ups and downs in the darkness.

There was a bitter taste in my mouth, probably because I was hungry and thirsty.

Last night she asked him if he was married, and she knew it, most likely he was married.

When they were together at the time, his family had always hoped that he would get married, but it had nothing to do with her. Their class had their own well-matched daughters, political and political marriages, or political and business marriages.

Xitang's intrusion stood on the opposite side of this favored man's path to power, wealth and a happy marriage, and it almost turned the Zhao and Zhou families upside down.

Of course, in the end, she didn't want to mention it anymore, no matter how unbearable the past was, she came over it.

Now that you have come here, live well.

Zhao Pingjin sent his mother back to the house, stood in the middle of the bedroom and said, "Okay, come out, she's gone."

Xitang still didn't dare to move.

The next moment, the light suddenly brightened in front of her eyes. Zhao Pingjin was holding on to the door of the cabinet. Because of the light behind him, his tall figure was drawn into a black silhouette: "Come out."

She had no choice but to get out, carrying slippers, barefoot, with a disconcerted face.

As soon as Zhao Pingjin saw her, he immediately changed his face: "Are you stepping on my clothes with your shoes on?"

He has a serious obsession with cleanliness. Xitang tried to sit on his bed wearing jeans that hadn't been washed for two days, and he would tremble with anger.

Xitang smashed the shoes in his hand to the ground: "No!"

Zhao Pingjin sneered: "Isn't it my mother, as for being afraid of becoming like this?"

Xitang suddenly smiled. Now she often smiles, smiling sweetly to everyone, but the smile rarely reaches her eyes: "I'm afraid that Teacher Zhou will get angry when he sees me."

Zhao Pingjin said with a touch of sarcasm: "Didn't you not be afraid of her back then, and even quarreled with others by patting the table?"

At that time, she was young and ignorant, thinking that truth and justice could conquer everything, and only after receiving lessons did she know what life is like.

Xitang didn't make any excuses, and never mentioned the past again, just smiled flatteringly: "Later, I realized I was wrong."

Before she finished speaking, she fell straight down.

Zhao Pingjin reacted very quickly, as soon as he stretched out his hand to grab her, his voice changed a bit: "What's wrong?"

Xitang took a deep breath, held back her dizzy head, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Hungry."

Zhao Pingjin didn't know who was angry at that moment, his face turned pale with anger: "Let you eat more!"

He picked up Xitang and put her on the bed. She was very light, and he couldn't help frowning secretly.

Zhao Pingjin turned back and went downstairs. After a while, he brought up a glass of honey water.

Seeing the person under the quilt with a small face huddled in the bed wrinkled with hunger, he couldn't help but continue to scold: "I told you earlier, don't keep eating for the sake of being some kind of star. You don’t have many shots, who can see whether you are round or flat? You want to be famous and go crazy!”

Xitang's eyes darkened slightly, but the next moment she quickly lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes covered the emotion in her eyes, she got up from the bed silently, and the smile resumed on her face, showing the kind of good temper that no longer cares about everything: " Alas, everyone is like this, otherwise you won’t be able to receive the show.”

Zhao Pingjin seemed to be stabbed by that smile. He was silent for a few seconds, and finally lowered his voice: "Drink some sugar water and go downstairs for dinner."

In the evening, Xitang sent Zhao Pingjin to leave Shanghai. He flew back to Beijing at nine o'clock in the evening, and she wanted to go back to the filming crew.

There was no assistant secretary by his side, so Xitang went to get the boarding pass for him.

Xitang wore short black hair and light makeup. She looked very lively and cute. When she walked from the other end of the corridor, several foreign men who passed by couldn't help but look sideways.

But she didn't realize it, she just went straight to his side, handed him the boarding pass, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhao, I've done my job of welcoming and sending him off."

Zhao Pingjin frowned displeasedly: "Don't curse."

At this moment, his phone rang, and the VIP lounge was very quiet. He walked away to answer the phone, and when he finished the call, someone tapped him on the shoulder: "Zhou Zhou, you're in Shanghai."

Zhao Pingjin turned his head and saw that it was Fang Langyi.

Only then did I recall that Fang Langji held a photography exhibition in Shanghai.

Zhao Pingjin asked: "How is the exhibition?"

Fang Lang raised his eyebrows: "It's perfunctory to send me a basket of big flowers."

Shen Min probably arranged for someone to send it to him. He has really lost his head recently. He is in Shanghai, and he didn't even bother to give his second brother a personal appearance. He wanted to go home after work, and he only thought about Huang Xitang by himself. In the house, he had to go back, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Zhao Pingjin smiled: "You also know that I majored in science and engineering, but I can't understand your art."

Fang Lang pushed his shoulder unceremoniously: "Come on, don't be humble about the handwriting pointed by the national finger."

Sitting in the waiting hall, Xitang saw Zhao Pingjin talking nonsense with a young man outside the glass door.

She naturally recognizes the person. Fang Lang grew up in the same army compound as Zhao Pingjin. Later, the old army compound was demolished, and the two of them moved into a new house together. It was the same room. Fang Langbi was the same age as Zhao Pingjin, and a few months older than Zhao Pingjin. At that time, she played with them back and forth. close.

At this time Fang Lang's wife Ouyang Qingqing came over with coffee and saw Zhao Pingjin: "Hey, brother Zhouzhou."

Ouyang Qingqing took Fang Lang's arm and asked Zhao Pingjin, "Are you alone?"

Zhao Pingjin looked back and hesitated for two seconds: "There is one more."

Fang Lang looked along his line of sight, and saw a thin calf, a silhouette-like profile, and the door blocked the real person.

On the contrary, the wife beside her, Qingqing, gave a slight snort.

Fang Lang smiled: "The one that Lao Gao introduced to you last time, has it changed to another one? This character is quite calm."

Qingqing glanced inside with a smile: "Why don't you introduce me?"

Zhao Pingjin was a little irritable, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and replied vaguely: "No, there is still something to do, let's go back to Beijing to get together."

On a June night, the blood-red sunset was precariously hanging low over the hills.

The crew of the martial arts masterpiece "Jian Po Tian Jing" has finished filming on location. It has been nearly a month since they moved to Hengdian for filming. After more than half an hour, I put on my makeup and came out for a walk. I saw that the assistant director was already in place, and everyone was waiting for the dark. Tonight was going to shoot a big night scene of attacking Yunhe Villa.

The weather forecast said that there will be rain in these two days, and everyone wanted to finish shooting the main shots before the heavy rain came.

In the dark night, the whole scene of swords, guns and arrows clanged, and the torches in the hands of a long line of extras lit up half of the night sky. Everyone cheered up and filmed until twelve o'clock in the morning. The director finally called cut, and then After announcing a 10-minute break, the assistants, big and small, of the main actors rushed up to wipe away sweat, touch up makeup, and bring water.

Xitang walked out, the filming set was in a built villa, there was a beautiful artificial lake inside, the reflection of the moon floated gently on it.

"Would you like a cigarette?" Someone beside her handed her a cigarette.

Xitang turned her head to see that it was Wu Xing from the same crew, she smiled and took one.

Crash work and night shows are very exhausting things. All Hengdian people are used to it. From directors and big stars to group performers and small scene reporters, they basically have the habit of smoking and drinking coffee to refresh themselves.

Xitang smoked silently, it was all worth it, she participated in a lot of episodes in this drama, joined the group for two months, and her income was almost equal to her usual six months of hard work.

Ni Kailun informed her today that the interest on the lost money has been paid off, and the money she earned can start to repay the debt of the Thirteenth Lord.

As of this month, Zhao Pingjin has taken care of her for three months, and the card in Ni Kailun's hand has received money on time every month, and the interest owed by her has been paid off.

It is said that the script of the next play is already being discussed, he will invest in it, and Xitang will start starring.

In three months, I saw him only once, and he didn't even touch her hand.

That night, the filming went smoothly and the progress was completed. It was two o'clock when the director called the work to end. Xi Tang followed several doubles and Wu Xing who were filming the scene with the crew to Lao Shen's for a massage.

Coming out of the massage parlor, all of them were grinning in pain, and walked on the street twisting and turning with their arms linked. There was a faint earthy smell of heavy rain in the air, and the street was still full of people in the middle of the night. Tang and his colleagues waved happily and walked towards the half-slope road in their cabin.

She came out from the dark corner of the street, a spark passed by the sky, she looked up telepathically, her heart skipped a beat, and her steps stopped.

The weather was very sweltering, under the dim street lights next to the residential buildings, moths and rain ants were flying under the lights, and there was a figure standing far away on the side of the road.

Tall and thin, he was wearing a black polo shirt and white pants.

At that moment, a muffled thunder exploded, and big raindrops fell down.

Xitang habitually raised her hands to cover her head, only then remembered that she was bald and not afraid of getting wet at all, so she said, "Let's hide from the rain first."

Passers-by on the street were running around, Xitang was standing on the side of the street, a man in a costume rushed over and was about to hit her, Zhao Pingjin stretched out his hand to protect her: "Don't panic."

Xitang just ran to the opposite room: "Why don't you call?"

"I called, but you didn't answer." Zhao Pingjin followed her, blocking her on the inside of the road, in case someone bumped into her again.

Xitang stopped under the eaves and touched her pocket. The phone was always on silent on the set.

"Did you drive here?"

When Xitang looked down, he saw that he was still holding the car keys.

Zhao Pingjin nodded.

Xitang took out the key to the gate. This is a local residential building. The first floor is a small shop. The landlord rented it out to a Shanxi couple to sell breakfast. It is closed now.

The summer rain poured down behind them.

Zhao Pingjin followed her up the stairs.

This is an old-fashioned house, the stairs are made of cement, she is wearing a white loose robe, and there is a strange fragrance on her body.

Xitang opened the door on the second floor, Zhao Pingjin walked in, looked around, sat down on the sofa, leaned on the sofa to relax, and directly took her cup to drink water.

Xitang was very calm: "Wait a moment, I will remove my makeup."

She still wore heavy makeup for night scenes, giving her a sense of trance and unreality.

Zhao Pingjin nodded and watched her enter the bathroom.

Then he looked around the room again, a small single room with a small kitchen, and it was all over at a glance.

The house is opaque, with a simple bed, a messy beige checkered bed, and a pile of messy clothes on the bed. There are books and some bottles and cans on the bedside table, and there is a photo frame, which is a photo of her and her mother. The sofa is old and doesn't match the color of the coffee table, and I don't know which tenant left it. There is a huge ceramic pot in the corner, stuffed with a handful of dried wild chrysanthemums, and a log color against the wall The big wardrobe looks like it was bought by Huang Xitang.

Messy furniture and nothing else.

For some reason, he liked her room very much as soon as he came in. The room was filled with her breath, with the feeling of a dusty night sailing ship, as if he could sail all the way to the end of the world.

There was a stack of thick scripts on the coffee table, and there was a box on the armrest of the sofa, which contained a pack of soft shell Su cigarettes, half-smoked, and a green plastic lighter.

Zhao Pingjin glanced at it, squeezed the cigarette casually, and threw it into the trash can beside it.

Xitang came out soon, with a bald head and a clean slapped face, revealing a few small freckles on the left cheek and faint dark circles around the eyes.

She didn't ask him what he thought of her house, knowing he had nothing to do with it, but instead asked, "Have you had dinner?"

Zhao Pingjin shook his head.

Xitang knew it, because he disliked the bad taste of airplane food.

She got up and went to the kitchen: "I cooked some porridge in the afternoon."

Zhao Pingjin stood up slowly and followed her to the kitchen. She took out a bowl from the cupboard, washed it carefully under the tap, and served him a bowl of porridge.

"What are you doing?" Xitang put the porridge in front of him, but he grabbed his wrist with his backhand.

Zhao Pingjin strangled her wrist, turned over, glanced at her elbow, then lifted up half of her sleeve, without speaking, just looked at her for a long time without saying a word.

Her arm was of course nothing to look at, it was full of bruises, bruises, broken skin and redness and infection.

Zhao Pingjin had never had a good face towards her, and now he was frowning even more, his lips were a little pale: "What's going on?"

Xitang retracted her hand in embarrassment: "Bumps are inevitable in filming."

Zhao Pingjin let go of her with a sullen face.

Feeling embarrassed, Xitang stood up and opened the only window in the room. The raindrops brought the wind in. She turned on the fan again to dissipate the still sweltering heat in the middle of the night.

The raindrops were crackling on the window, and the two sat quietly on the small coffee table in the living room, two bowls of thick porridge, a dish of green vegetables, and a dish of pickled radish.

Zhao Pingjin took a bite and vomited it all up.

Xitang froze for a moment, then smiled: "If you can't eat it, don't eat it, it's a waste."

Zhao Pingjin frowned secretly, holding back the pain, the taste of porridge was still in his mouth, and he could only taste it. The porridge she cooked was very fragrant, but unfortunately, he couldn't eat it by himself.

He frowned and pushed away: "It's unpalatable."

Xitang didn't speak, just bowed his head and drank the porridge silently, served with a plate of boiled vegetables, and drank up the whole bowl of porridge.

Zhao Pingjin leaned on the sofa, frowning all the time: "Is this what you eat at night?"

Xitang answered as a matter of course: "Yes."

Zhao Pingjin said angrily, "I'll give you 30 yuan a month, and you just eat a few rotten leaves. Are you so stingy?"

Xitang said without shame: "Our business costs a lot, 30 is not enough for me to buy a bag."

Zhao Pingjin turned pale and stopped talking.

Xitang cleaned up the dishes on the table, walked into the kitchen, and turned on the faucet to wash the dishes. There was a small window in the kitchen, and it was pouring rain outside.

The whole house is like a ship sailing on the desolate and boundless sea.

The room was extraordinarily quiet, and she would never have imagined in her dreams that one day she would stay with him in such a room and be an ordinary man and woman in the world.

"I'm seeing my fourth child tonight."

Xitang paused, silently regaining consciousness.

Zhao Pingjin didn't know when he came over, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, unable to hear any emotion: "The fourth child is getting married."

Xitang said in a flat tone, "Oh, is that so?"

Zhao Pingjin deliberately didn't let her go: "The fourth child is not a stingy person, why didn't you take advantage of it and put yourself in such a situation?"

Xitang said coldly, "I have nothing to do with him."

Zhao Pingjin sneered.

It was more than 300 kilometers from Shanghai to here, and he drove for four or five hours alone. She thought he was visiting her in Hengdian.

It turned out that it was Lu Xiaojiang who came back to China to announce that he was going to get married, and he had to come to her to humiliate her when he got on a plane in the middle of the night, otherwise his anger would be hard to appease.

The man behind him said mockingly, "Why didn't you follow him?"

Xitang threw the dish towel into the sink viciously: "It's none of your business who I want to hang out with!"

Zhao Pingjin smiled: "Good girl, have ambition."

The next moment, she suddenly raised her head, took a deep breath, and then quickly wiped the corners of her eyes with her hand.

He finally stopped talking.

Xitang also stopped talking, and silently washed the dishes with her head down.

The night is already deep.

Xitang took new sheets from the closet and made the bed neatly. Zhao Pingjin came out of the shower and saw her put her pillow on the sofa.

Zhao Pingjin lay on the bed, rested with his eyes closed, and said, "Come up to sleep."

Xitang froze for a moment.

Zhao Pingjin sneered: "Don't worry, I'm really not very good at that, and I definitely don't have the courage to touch you."

Xitang's body seemed to tremble slightly, but she still didn't speak, and then put the pillow back on the bed.

After turning off the lights, Xitang lay on the edge of the bed with his back on his back, and Zhao Pingjin lay flat in the middle of the bed.

The room was plunged into darkness, the raindrops outside the window were getting smaller, and the pattering sound came faintly through the window.

Zhao Pingjin suddenly said from the other side of the bed, "What's the strange smell on you?"

Xitang was so tired that his head was dull, and it took him a while to react: "Oh, I went for a massage before I came back. It smells like Dieda Cream. You can still smell it after you take a shower?"

Zhao Pingjin said, "I just smelled it."

"It's so late and you still go for a massage?"

"I've been playing a lot recently."

In the darkness, Zhao Pingjin glanced at her right shoulder: "You can still hold a sword in your right hand?"

Xitang obviously didn't want to talk about this topic again: "Fortunately, it's late, go to sleep."

The room finally became quiet, and Xitang tossed and turned for a while, but was too tired after all, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night she woke up suddenly, the fan was still running, the sound of the rain had subsided, and she turned to look at the people around her. Zhao Pingjin was curled up with his back to her, his whole back covered in cold sweat.

"Hey?"

"Zhao Pingjin?"

"What's wrong with you? Stomach pain?"

She turned on a small lamp by the bed.

Zhao Pingjin still turned his back to her, his left arm pressed horizontally against his stomach, motionless, and his whole body was stiff.

Xitang smiled: "You can't help but just say it."

Zhao Pingjin gritted his teeth, and said coldly: "Leave me alone, and sleep with you."

Xitang turned off the light with a snap, and lay down again.

She closed her eyes, and the people around her were very quiet, not saying a word, except that every once in a while, they would breathe heavily and disorderly.

Xitang was lying on the bed. Ever since she saw him vomit all the porridge, she had already made up her mind to leave him alone. After enduring it for a long time, she finally couldn't help it: "Where is your medicine?"

Zhao Pingjin was already gasping for breath in pain, gritted his teeth and couldn't speak for a while.

Xitang got up and went to the coffee table to rummage through his coat pockets.

"Not here..." Zhao Pingjin said intermittently, "It's in the car."

Xitang found his car keys from the old coffee table in the house, and put on a coat over his pajamas. Zhao Pingjin had already sat up.

She was about to go out, but Zhao Pingjin held her hand.

Xitang glanced at him: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Pingjin tried to stand up, he didn't wear glasses, his eyes were a little blurry, Huang Xitang's face was also blurry: "It's the middle of the night, it's raining outside, are you safe..."

I only heard Huang Xitang's voice, with an indifferent smile: "Don't worry, it's much safer than you."

She pushed his hand away.

Zhao Pingjin couldn't bear the strength, and was pushed by her, so he had to lean on the head of the bed.

She shook her sleeves and went downstairs quickly.

In just two seconds, Huang Xitang quickly turned around again: "Which one is your car?"

Zhao Pingjin was a little dizzy from the pain, and it took him a while to hear her words clearly: "Stop a little far, black Land Rover."

Recalling that she didn't recognize the car at all, she could only say: "Across the street, the black one, Beijing brand, besides, you don't know how to press the key?"

Xitang turned around and went down.

Zhao Pingjin was still leaning on the bed, wiped off the cold sweat on his face, pursed his lips slightly, and endured the burning pain in his stomach. Huang Xitang had always laughed at him for this before, saying that he was spoiled and ignorant of the world If the two big families raised them as carefully as treasures, they would still have gastritis.The ridicule is the ridicule. When she graduated, she was finally willing to move in with him because she was worried about his health. At that time, the company began to enter a period of rapid development and expansion. During that time, she worked day and night , He stayed up late every night to write project cases, and often had a stomach ache in the middle of the night. It was really painful, so he slipped into the bedroom, pulled her hand, woke her up, and said softly, "Tangtang, get up. "

She was very sleepy at that time, she could fall asleep almost as soon as she touched the pillow, but whenever he called her, she would struggle to get up in a daze. I told him before going to bed that Zhao Pingjin didn't remember these little things at all, and when he felt uncomfortable, he closed his eyes and lay down in her arms to rest, feeling that everything was alright.

Xitang loved him so much at that time, and she couldn't bear to let him suffer a little bit. She took a bowl and fed him porridge by the bed, filled him with a hot water bottle, hugged him to sleep, and comforted him distressedly, just like coaxing a child. Soon fell asleep comfortably.

Half a year later, Jingchuang Technology was listed in Hong Kong. The size of the company doubled and moved into a high-end office building in Zhongguancun. Zhao Pingjin formed a board of directors and basically stopped writing programs by himself. He survived the most difficult period , Stomach has been healed by [-]% or [-]%, even Li Ming said that the little man Tangtang is included in the military medal.

He even thought about letting her hold the equity. Jingchuang's venture capital basically belongs to angel investment. He got the money from his family. Later in that period, Huang Xitang and his mother had a complete falling out. The two of them also quarreled every day. The basin was even dropped, Huang Xitang's temper was also tough, and her self-esteem was particularly strong. When this matter was mentioned in a quarrel, she just yelled at him: "Whoever wants your stinky money, don't look down on others."

Zhao Pingjin was dizzy from the pain, and the only thing she remembered was that she did not ask for his money and disappeared from Beijing so quickly.

Huang Xitang came back with an umbrella, his clothes were still damp, she poured water for him to take medicine.Zhao Pingjin was honest and fell asleep in a daze.

The medicine took effect, and the pain subsided. He had a light sleep, and when he opened his eyes, his side was still empty.

The bathroom lights are on.

He pushed open the door.

Xitang was sitting on a small plastic stool, turning her head suddenly like a frightened rabbit. She had a bald head and bright eyes, whether it was tears or rain. Sticking a row of Band-Aids is a row of pink hello kitty.

Zhao Pingjin felt pain in his heart, she was still the same, impatient, running fast, probably fell, he asked: "Has it been disinfected?"

Xitang nodded.

Zhao Pingjin supported the door frame and said, "Come back to sleep, it's almost dawn."

The second day's work was filming at an inn in the scenic area. There were not many scenes in Xitang, so it was relatively easy. At noon, I could still eat boxed lunch at the crew on time.

It was too stuffy in the shed. It was only in June that the temperature was over [-] degrees every day. The air conditioner could not be turned on because of the radio, so costume dramas were usually filmed in cooler weather. Finish.Because the summer is too hot, the actors wear layers of costumes and complicated headgear, and it is really hard work to move in front of the camera over and over again, sweating profusely.

Xitang took the boxed lunch and went out to enjoy the shade outside under the veranda next to the shade of the trees.

As soon as she sat down, she saw Zhao Pingjin walking in.

He's 100% just waking up, with unkempt hair, a pair of sunglasses on a little messy black hair, hands in pockets, loafing like a bored tourist.

When she got up this morning, Zhao Pingjin was still sleeping in the room.

Zhao Pingjin sat beside her: "I'm starving to death, do you have any food?"

Xitang went back and asked for an extra lunch box, and handed it to Zhao Pingjin.

Xitang didn't use the disposable bamboo chopsticks for the lunch box, but used a wooden spoon. After drinking the soybean soup and eating the vegetables, she washed the meat slices in a clear water cup and ate two slices.

Zhao Pingjin only eats white rice with shredded pork with green peppers.

Xitang glanced at it: "It's spicy, you should eat less."

Zhao Pingjin looked up at her, then at the spoon in her hand: "Eat some food, you are skinny enough."

It was the first time I saw her wearing a costume, a gray robe over a clean white bottom shirt, light makeup during the day, she looked like a pretty little Sifan nun, she looked very cute.

Tourists passing by took pictures of her.

She held the lunch box and ignored it, only occasionally raised her head and smiled gently at passers-by holding cameras.

Putting down a box of lunch without eating a third, Xitang carefully washed her wooden spoon and put it in the cutlery box in her bag.

After the torrential rain last night, the daytime sun was even fiercer today. Xitang was waiting under the tree to recite his lyrics, while Zhao Pingjin was extremely hot beside him.

Zhao Pingjin fanned her with her folding fan for a long time, and couldn't help but lose his temper: "Isn't there a rest room or a dressing room for you to stay?"

Xitang raised her head from the folding stool, shook her head and said, "Only the lead actor and the director are there. Go to the hotel and get a room."

Zhao Pingjin said: "I called someone to install the air conditioner this morning, and I left the key with the landlord."

Before Xitang had time to answer his words, someone in the shed urged the scene, and it was her turn.

Zhao Pingjin followed him in. The studio was even hotter. The lights made people feel like they were being roasted under a hot stove. All the staff were covered with towels. In the scene, the other party failed to memorize a few lines, NG several times, both of them sweated drop by drop, and then immediately wiped off their touch-up makeup.

Finally the director called cut.

Zhao Pingjin went in directly and handed the mineral water to Xitang: "Is the filming over?"

The man's appearance was really outstanding, even though he was wearing sunglasses, his supercilious aura was completely impossible to ignore.

Even the female assistants who were fanning the male protagonist to touch up his makeup couldn't help but look back.

Zhao Pingjin didn't care about the gazes around him, and he didn't pay attention to anyone, and Xitang didn't introduce him. The two sat in the rest area and chatted a few words in a low voice.

Zhao Pingjin sat for a while, and Xitang saw that his black sideburns were slightly wet, and his back, which was only wearing a shirt, also started to get wet: "Can you go back? If you are going to suffer from heatstroke, I will be in big trouble."

Zhao Pingjin answered angrily: "You shoot more than ten hours a day, why don't you suffer from heat stroke?"

Xi Tang had nothing to do with him. Fortunately, Shen Min's call came in at this time, Li Ming asked him for a meeting, and he went out by himself.

That night, Xitang didn't start the show until after two o'clock in the morning. After part-time work, the crew made an appointment to have a midnight snack. Xitang followed the colleagues out and saw Zhao Pingjin waiting outside.

The bluestone road reflected the dim street lights. He was wearing a gray short-sleeved polo shirt with his hands in the pockets of casual trousers. He looked idle, but his figure was like a silent blade shadow.

This time, Sister Hong, the master who played with her in the play, teased a few words in her Taiwanese accent: "Oh, don't call me Master Xi, your boyfriend is waiting."

A media reporter from the company was waiting outside for the lead actor to come out. When they saw her, everyone was an acquaintance. Yu Ji's eyes were poisonous: "Xitang, when did you have such a handsome boyfriend? Oh, look at your head, it's true love. "

Xitang smiled kindly all the way, but didn't answer a word.

The two walked towards the town side by side, Xitang was on the phone all the way.

She doesn't have an assistant, and she can't answer the phone when she is filming. Usually, if she misses a call, she is looking for a job.Xitang went back one by one, and Zhao Pingjin listened to it for a long time. At first, he was just checking the time and watching the film. It sounded like a one-off scene. At that time, Xitang was a little hesitant.

This group leader asked her to act twice, and once it was even a temporary rescue scene. There were two pages of lines, and the cooperating director was very satisfied. It's not like she didn't know the approximate price given by the crew. Too big.

Zhao Pingjin couldn't help it after hearing a few sentences, and grabbed the phone: "[-]."

The other party was a man with a thick duck voice: "What ten thousand?"

"The play of Huang Xitang."

"who are you?"

Zhao Pingjin frowned and said displeasedly, "I'm her manager."

The other party chuckled at the other end: "Your manager has just debuted, right? Don't ask for the price, I just watched her go around looking for a scene to pick up, I pity her, you tell her, come here if you have five thousand, otherwise you will be paid a lot of money." People are waiting in line.”

Zhao Pingjin said coldly: "Ten thousand, stop talking nonsense."

The other party suddenly roared: "Ten thousand? Are you dreaming? You thought you were a celebrity! What kind of manager, how could she have any manager, where did she come from a wild man? For bargaining, let me tell you, it’s only five thousand, I’ll find ten people to line up for me to choose, ten thousand, no way!”

Zhao Pingjin's expression didn't change at all.

He cut off the call, squeezed her cell phone tightly, stared at her face and asked slowly: "Do those men scold you like that?"

Xitang still looked indifferent, and couldn't help laughing: "Oh, there is no logic in this person's swearing."

Zhao Pingjin didn't know where the anger in his heart came from at that moment, he just looked at her and said coldly: "Huang Xitang, do you still have any sense of shame?"

Xitang's smile suddenly paused, and then she didn't speak, but turned her head away slightly.

Hengdian Wansheng Street is a city that never sleeps.

On a hot summer night, the restaurant set up a pergola outside the store, and all kinds of restaurants, bars, fruit stands, barbecue stands, and tricycles crowded the streets, and the maids wearing flag hair and palace clothes bought goods on the street. Food, ghosts with guns buy cigarettes on the side of the road, a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant on the side of the road, there are often directors giving lectures all night, some people are discussing scripts, and unknown young actors are waiting for their luck.

A magical realism town full of illusion and materialism.

Occasionally, black cars can be seen on the street, and a few men wearing glasses are looking at the side of the road from the cracks in the car windows. They are paparazzi who have been squatting on the set for a long time and have broken their hearts for the entertainment industry.

It's too easy to film celebrities' lace news or have affairs with various people in the same crew. In a place like Hengdian, it's too easy. If you catch a big news, all kinds of public relations will spend money like crazy, and you will turn around overnight.

Xitang looked calm, wearing a white shirt and blue overalls, sitting at the greasy open-air table of "Lao Song BBQ" smoking a cigarette.

She hasn't changed at least a little bit, and still likes to wear white clothes.

Xitang showed no emotion at all, and even smiled a little: "What to eat? The roast leg of lamb here is pretty good."

Zhao Pingjin replied flatly: "Choose what you like to eat."

The two of them were able to sit at the same table and chat calmly. In the past, Zhao Pingjin was so arrogant and insolent when he was young, and his words hurt people so much that sometimes he couldn't blame Xitang when they quarreled.At that time, everyone had a delicate and fragile heart. Xitang felt extremely wronged when she quarreled. She would either cry in the house or slam the door and leave. Zhao Pingjin drove out to chase, and then she probably hugged him. Seeing him cry bitterly, while crying and telling how he bullied her, Zhao Pingjin had nothing to do with her when he heard such words, so he had to bow his head and apologize. Adjust the state of the oil.

It was only later that she stopped crying in his arms, and he was no longer willing to bow his head to apologize. At that time, he really felt that his relationship had come to an end.

She used to be a person with such strong self-esteem that even someone as tough as his mother couldn't do anything to her. Now when she heard what he said, she just pretended not to hear it, and just turned her head and smiled.

Perhaps in her opinion, he is no different from ordinary passers-by.

What else does he care about, but she already doesn't care about everything.

Zhao Pingjin remembered that during the day in the theater, she was sweating like rain and doing all the chores by herself: "Did your company arrange an assistant for you?"

Xitang put out her cigarette and began to look at the menu: "I'm fine, no need."

Zhao Pingjin couldn't help but ask: "After filming so many films, still no chance to play a better role?"

Xitang suddenly smiled deliberately at him: "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Zhao Pingjin looked at her pretty face with a smile on her face, and replied indifferently: "It's so so."

Xitang didn't mind at all, and said in a low voice, "Look to the left."

Zhao Pingjin took a look and saw several men and women sitting and drinking beer.

"Look to the right."

Zhao Pingjin took another look. Several long-haired girls were sitting on the side of the road making a pose.

Xitang said cheerfully: "Which girl in Hengdian and other plays is not beautiful? It doesn't matter whether they are professional or not. Thousands of girls enter this industry every year, so many seventeen or eighteen-year-old sisters come in to play—— "

She smoked a cigarette again, and smiled subtly: "The lead actor chosen by investors, Mr. Zhao, you know the rules of the industry."

Before she finished speaking, the phone rang, and she connected, and Brother Diao's voice came out loudly: "Xitang, there is a night show, from four o'clock to dawn, an extra 200 yuan per hour, will you come?"

Xitang glanced at Zhao Pingjin across the way: "I'm not free tonight."

Brother Diao yelled righteously over there: "I am the first to find you for such a good thing."

Xitang also understood: "Okay, I haven't always known that you take care of me, big brother. I really don't have time tonight. Remember to call me next time. Which group are you in? I'm in Lao Song's place. I'll tell you You packed a midnight snack and let them deliver it?"

How could she be full of quack spirit in an instant.

Zhao Pingjin looked at her talking about some of the dirtiest things in this circle, he knew she was telling the truth, but now these words came from Huang Xitang's mouth.

He felt a little sick.

He remembered that she used to be an idealist, and she was at the top of the acting department every year. She was a southern girl, and her lines were not good at the beginning. It can be practiced dozens of times or hundreds of times. Sometimes he will accompany her to talk to Ben, correcting her son's pronunciation and back nasal pronunciation for her.By the time she was in senior year, her professional skills were so solid that even Director Lin Yongchuan praised her.She picked the script very well, because she didn't want to leave him, and she couldn't accept the ones filmed outside Beijing, and she couldn't accept the ones with particularly large-scale sex scenes. She's off to a good start.

Xitang smoked and drank a little beer: "You are all the same. You like to enjoy the glamor of female stars, but you look down on us."

Zhao Pingjin picked out a grilled wing with honey sauce: "That's right. Shameless, ruthless and ungrateful. What do you have that makes people look up to you?"

Xitang held a cigarette in his hand, and the ash flicked slightly, some of which fell, but his face was still calm: "Mr. Zhao, you are the proud son of the clouds, and we are the ones who make a living below."

Zhao Pingjin smashed a quail egg with chopsticks, then suddenly raised his head and said, "Come back to live in Beijing with me."

Xitang was still so alert, but she just smiled and said, "No, I don't match the capital's horoscope, and I'm prone to bloodshed."

Zhao Pingjin's eyes dimmed for a second, then he leaned back in the chair, put his hands on the armrests, and regained his nonchalant expression: "I'll add more money."

Xitang seemed to be aroused, and blinked: "How much?"

Zhao Pingjin thought about it seriously: "Add [-] a month?"

Xitang narrowed her eyes slightly, and her tone was obviously teasing: "I won't go to add 100 million a month."

Zhao Pingjin wanted to flip the table.

When the two returned home, Xitang drank some wine and visibly relaxed.

As she staggered up the stairs, she hummed an unknown tune softly.

Zhao Pingjin followed closely behind her. Sure enough, she missed the last step and almost fell down.

Zhao Pingjin grabbed her by the shoulders, opened the door, and threw her onto the sofa. Xitang still had the Tao Taoran expression on his face, sniffed, climbed onto the sofa with hands and feet, and arched comfortably inside. up the arch.

Zhao Pingjin sat aside, watched for a while, then suddenly reached out his hand, twisted her face roughly, and kissed her hard.

The soft and delicate skin, with a warm touch, is still so nostalgic, Zhao Pingjin's heart was shocked, and he slowly let go of her.

Tears oozed from Xitang's eyes suddenly, and she called out in a daze, "Zhao Pingjin."

There was a bit of grievance on her face: "I often dream about you, but it's not a good dream."

Zhao Pingjin had a half-smile on his thin and fair face: "It's the first time I saw you drunk, so civilized."

Xitang was stunned, her eyes were bright and clear, she sat up calmly, as if out of habit, she kept an elegant posture with her back straight when she sat up, she said lightly: "I Not drunk, sit down for a while, take a shower first."

Zhao Pingjin regretted so much that he wanted to slap himself.

Her hard and solid shell closed again.

Zhao Pingjin was stunned for a while, then got up silently and went into the bathroom to take a bath. Halfway through the bath, the water suddenly became cold.

He yelled in the bathroom: "Huang Xitang!"

Xitang walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Pingjin twisted open the door and leaned out half of his body: "The water suddenly became cold, what kind of broken water heater do you have—"

When Xitang looked over, she suddenly let out a scream, and then raised her hands to cover her eyes.

Zhao Pingjin froze for a second, then slammed the door shut with a bang.

Xitang peeked through her fingers: "Can you put on your clothes first?"

Zhao Pingjin pulled her bath towel and reopened the door.Xitang saw that he was wrapped in her own powder-blue bath towel, with his bare upper body exposed, his wet hair pulled back, a handsome and thin face, and water droplets flowing down his Adam's apple.

The beauty is boundless, and the heart is shaking.

Xitang took a deep breath, stabilized her limp hands and feet, went in and checked the water heater: "There is no gas."

Zhao Pingjin looked at it helplessly, and it was true: "Why don't you pay the fee?"

Xitang made a funny face at him: "It's so hot, you should take a bath in cold water."

Zhao Pingjin glared at her and pushed her out of the bathroom.

After a while he came out, and Xitang went in to take a shower with her pajamas in her arms.

Zhao Pingjin was standing in the living room wiping her hair, and reached out to hold her: "Wait a minute."

He dug out a new pot from the kitchen, brushed it twice, then filled a pot of water, put it on the induction cooker and lit it.

Zhao Pingjin used the induction cooker to boil hot water for her, and at the same time gave her a disgusted look: "Is this always the case?"

"what?"

"Water, electricity, gas?"

Xitang smiled embarrassedly: "Too busy, sometimes I can't take care of it."

Zhao Pingjin suddenly raised his hand and touched her bald head: "Don't wash your hair with cold water in the future, you will easily get headaches when you get old."

Zhao Pingjin was leaving the next afternoon.

Zhao Pingjin went to look for her at the location shooting site. On the hillside near the village, a few wild trees grew wildly. In the distant hills, rumbling explosions could be heard from the set of the anti-Japanese drama from time to time, and the orange flames illuminated a misty mountain. fog.When Xitang came out of the set, he just wanted her to see him off.

Zhao Pingjin gave her the key to the house, and the two talked a few words outside. Zhao Pingjin had to catch a plane, checked the time, and was about to leave.

Xitang wore a long wig loosely, with makeup on her face, smoking a cigarette, waiting under the tree, watching him back out the car.

She looked indifferent, and the wind kept ruffling her wig.

Zhao Pingjin drove the car beside her, suddenly remembered, lowered the car window, sat on the driver's seat and said to Huang Xitang, "Did you hide that jade bell?"

Xitang smiled and replied, "It's mine."

Zhao Pingjin frowned: "Give it to me, it's mine."

Xitang's family has a pair of jadeite bells that are exactly the same. They are translucent green and polished very delicately. When Xitang went to Beijing to study at university, her mother brought them to her, and she must be sure to put them away.When they were together, Zhao Pingjin bought her all kinds of clothes, shoes and jewelry, and later the house gave her a set. Xitang felt that she couldn't accept it, so Zhao Pingjin insisted on giving it away, so she asked her for one of hers. baby.

He had a bad face at the time, and leaned into her ear and said, "Is this an engagement? I have to beg your mother to let you marry me."

Xitang felt sweet in her heart, and rushed over to pinch him: "You have a good idea."

Sometimes when Xitang called her mother, Zhao Pingjin was on the sidelines, unable to speak well, and her demeanor was respectful.

Several times when Xitang hung up the phone, he always said, "You won't let me talk to my mother-in-law?"

Xitang's face was blushing, and she secretly fell in love with her in college, but she was still afraid that her mother would be unhappy: "When I graduate and come out to work."

Later, she graduated and worked, but she was left alone.

Zhao Pingjin kept this bell all the time, and put it in the bag where the medicine was stored. Usually, when he went out, his assistant would take it with him. Except for Huang Xitang, no one touched his car.

Xitang smiled: "What's the use of holding it?"

Zhao Pingjin sneered: "You took so much money from me, even if you gave me a small gadget, you would take it back?"

Xitang said quietly, "I'll give you something else. A few years ago, my mother was ill and had an operation. I wanted to see this pair of bells. I couldn't find them all, so I didn't dare to show them to her."

Zhao Pingjin was stunned for a second, then asked, "What's wrong with your mother?"

Xitang didn't want to talk too much and said, "It's all right now."

Zhao Pingjin looked at her: "Let's go."

Xitang smoked and nodded.

Zhao Pingjin started the car, the engine hummed lowly, he stepped on the accelerator, the car ran forward, less than five meters away, and suddenly braked.

Xitang was still standing there.

The big black car backed up straight.

With the window down, Zhao Pingjin sat in the driver's seat, looked down at her, and said arrogantly, "Quit smoking."

Xitang was still holding a cigarette, and nodded in the air: "What's the matter with you?"

Zhao Pingjin's tone was strong: "I can't stand the smell of smoke."

She didn't bother to pay attention to the loopholes in his words, didn't he smoke himself, and she probably wasn't the first woman smoking beside her.

After Zhao Pingjin said this, he put down the handbrake again and started the car.

"Zhao Pingjin—" Xitang suddenly said.

He stopped and looked out the window.

The woman was standing under the tree, wearing a blue cloth robe, the wind was howling, her black hair was entangled on her face, she was still holding a cigarette in one hand, brushed the ash with her index finger skillfully, and replied lightly: "Yes, add money."

Zhao Pingjin's face was instantly stiff, and he was too angry to speak, so he could only give her a vicious look, stepped on the accelerator, and the steering wheel was a little bit off, and suddenly hit a big rock, the car shook violently, and the speed Almost ready to fly.

The black off-road vehicle finally roared away in the flying sand and rocks.

(End of this chapter)