Rebirth of Rong Shao

"Where is acting...this is a normal feeling. If you don't believe me, you have to try it with coffee for so long?" Rong Fei's head moved over, and An Kaiwen stretched out his hand and pushed him away.

Rong Fei sighed, when the bus stopped at the door of the hotel.

An Kaiwen grabbed Rong Fei's coffee when he got up, "I can't get up yet, you are blocking my way to get off!"

Rong Fei quickly got up, An Kaiwen took a sip of coffee while walking, then frowned and shouted at Rong Fei: "What kind of coffee are you! It's terrible!"

"Huh? I bought it from the side of the road before getting in the car..."

"Instant coffee? You murdered my taste buds! Keep it for yourself!" An Kaiwen pressed the cup of coffee back into Rong Fei's hand, and then left angrily.

Rong Fei gave a low laugh. Don't look at An Kaiwen's appearance, in fact, he has already calmed down.

But the day that made Rong Fei nervous the most came after all.

Rong Fei stood in the background, and the stylist and makeup artist made the final adjustments for him. The stylist combed his bangs to his forehead, half covering his right eye. The makeup artist did the final makeup for him. Rong Fei stood in front of the mirror and couldn't believe that it was himself. The whole backstage was tense, and I kept hearing urging voices. Rhythm is very important. If a model fails to catch up, the order of appearance will be disrupted.

Perini personally did the final finishing for Rong Fei, and then patted him on the back, "Goon, boy! Itisyourage!"

Rong Fei understood the meaning of that sentence, and An Kaiwen gestured to him not far away.

In the past, as a stuntman, he still remembered that someone once joked in front of Su Zhen and said that he would be introduced to the catwalk. Now, all of this has become a reality. It's just that he never thought that his platform would be so high and so wide. His ears were filled with the sound of camera shutters, and he could imagine what he would face once he went out.

Rong Fei looked at An Kaiwen on the side. This emperor's proud son used to be only Rong Fei's admiration object in front of the TV, but now he stands shoulder to shoulder with him.

What kind of fate is this?

The light outside was so shining, Rong Fei squinted his eyes unconsciously.

An Kaiwen on the side murmured, "Rong Fei, I said I was fascinated by you..."

"Ok?"

"I'm telling the truth." An Kaiwen raised his chin and signaled Rong Fei to take a step, "Let's go."

Rong Fei lifted his leg and heard the manic pulse. It was an omen, and in front of him was a radiant world.

He walked in the flashlight, getting closer and closer to the forefront of the runway.

The reporters scrambled to take pictures, some were quickly tapping something with their notebooks, and the scrutinizing eyes of those fashion critics pierced like sharp blades.

Rong Fei passed all this and saw Su Zhen sitting still there.

Su Zhen? Why is he here? How can it be?

Was it the illusion that caused me to rely on Su Zhen too much?

He smiled to Rong Fei, so bright and dazzling.

Su Zhen's words "conquer me" echoed in his ears.

All the noise suddenly moved away, Rong Fei walked forward confidently.

At that moment, all the factors that made him nervous were outside the world.

What he cares about, occupying all his thinking... has always been only Su Zhen!

The extreme dazzling of the day is shrouded by the night, which is derived from the deepest part of the line of sight.

Rong Fei stood at the forefront of the T lift, the kind that gradually became quiet and sexy, without splendid and deliberate seduction and pretentiousness, without nostalgia when he turned around, but that back figure imprisoned the eyes of everyone present.

A fashion master beside Su Zhen sighed: "Who is that oriental boy? He is so beautiful..."

Until Rong Fei's back completely disappeared, Su Zhen said, "His name is Rong Fei."

"Rong Fei? Oh my God, when I heard Perini said he found a model that could rival Kevin, I thought he was joking... so it was true!"

When Rong Fei walked out again, the spotlight was shining more violently. He is surrounded by this world, but still searching for his own center.

Rong Fei finally found Su Zhen again in this light.

Look at me, Su Zhen.

This is who I want to present to you.

I want to hold your sight, I want to control your world, I want to completely conquer you!

He walked arbitrarily, turning around like a night breeze, passing over the corners of his eyebrows, and when people wanted to reach out to hold them, he turned around again.

"I don't know if it's such a beauty...Is anyone able to have it..." a reporter exclaimed.

Su Zhen swept up a smile, "He belongs to me."

"What?" the fashion reporter on the side asked.

"Isaid, hebelongstome." The reporter beside Su Zhen's smile was stunned.

"You are Su Zhen! That Su Zhen who once set off an oriental trend at Paris Fashion Week!" The reporter yelled, thinking of something, "Why haven't you appeared on the runway in these years! Do you know that I have always Longing for your reappearance!"

Su Zhen put her finger between her lips and motioned to her to calm down, "The protagonist today is not me."

"No... If you want to, you will always be the protagonist."

Su Zhen's gaze looked at Rong Fei, who came out again, and looked long and deep. In such silence, it was an imperceptible desire. "I just want to be his eternal protagonist."

The last round of the catwalk is about to lead. Some reporters even stretched their necks out of their bodies in order to get a better angle. The feeling of scrambling to get ahead is completely different from when Rong Fei was besieged by paparazzi.

Rong Fei walked out again, wearing the fashion that he tried on in Perini's villa.

The pupils of the audience gradually enlarged, Rong Fei calmly looked like a top international male model in every step, showing a static beauty in his dynamic steps, with his hands in his pockets gently, and the hem of his clothes trembling gently with the steps. It affects the mood of everyone present in an instant.

The moment he raised his chin slightly, it was as if the moonlight was swept up by the graceful dark night, and he turned sideways, as if the moonlight was flowing, everyone held their breath and followed him and turned back again.

When Rong Fei returned to the background, he supported the wall with both hands and lowered his head to breathe hard.

It's finally over... This fashion show stepping on the clouds...

It's like a tense but desirable dream.

He can do his best to show in this dream, because he has a reason to seduce others.

within Temptation?

Rong Fei was startled by the word in his mind. Since when did I care about Su Zhen's sight so much? Since when has he been dissatisfied with his approval?

Even... when did it start...

That unrealistic conjecture made Rong Fei fall from a height of tens of thousands of feet.

"You succeeded, Rong Fei."

Someone behind him put his palm on Rong Fei's shoulder.

"What?" Rong Fei turned around in shock and saw An Kaiwen's face.

"Ha..." An Kaiwen laughed, "Aren't you really so nervous? You look so calm on stage."

"I... I just can't react... It's over, right? You won't suddenly ask me to change clothes and go out in a hurry, right?" Rong Fei asked.

"Yeah, it's over!" An Kaiwen put his hands on Rong Fei's shoulders and said amusedly, "but all the models have to be on stage, because Mr. Perini has to give a speech in front of the media."

"Yeah!" Rong Fei nodded, when the protagonist was Perini.

Rong Fei and An Kaiwen were standing on the left and right of Perini, and seeing Perini’s smile knew that the show was very successful.

Journalists kept asking questions, and Perini answered them one by one.

When a reporter in the audience asked something, Rong Fei only understood a word that looked like his own name, and Rong Fei's momentary ignorant expression was also captured by the reporters on the spot.

Mr. Perini smiled: "Heistheperfectnight!"

Although Rong Fei didn’t quite understand this metaphor, he knew that it was Mr. Perini’s compliment to him. He laughed, his expression was a bit shy, and the reporters’ flashing lights seemed to shatter the world. .

After that, for more than half an hour, Rong Fei was in a state of unawareness, but reporters kept taking pictures of him in various poses and angles.

Rong Fei looked for Su Zhen in the crowd.

Where did he go? Did he come here by plane to see his catwalk? So now you have to rush back to China to announce it? Or what other shows does he have in London?

Rong Fei smiled helplessly with the feeling of emptiness.

I'm really crazy, how can I miss Su Zhen like this?

He is a man, his friend...

Rong Fei took a breath and directed all his emotions in a positive direction.

Yes, I miss Su Zhen very much and care about Su Zhen very much. So what? Su Zhen is his only friend now. He traveled a long way to see his first fashion show in his life. Why can't he miss such a friend who has always supported him?

When all the worries about his thoughts were thrown away, Rong Fei smiled confidently in response to all the reporters present.

Everything was finally over, Rong Fei walked back to the background. Under the backlight, someone stood there quietly, seeming to wait for a long time.

His shadow was stretched and slender, when Rong Fei's toes touched the edge of the shadow, he reacted: "Su Zhen... why are you here..."

Su Zhen walked out of the shadow, with a faint smile on her lips. Even the simplest dress brought the leisurely elegance into Rong Fei's sight.

"The audience is too far away from you, so I want to get close to you."

Rong Fei was stunned and laughed: "Does this look like the plot in the movie?"

Su Zhen leaned forward and said half-jokingly: "Then should I hug you now and then kiss you?"

Closing his eyes and sighing, Rong Fei said in a weary tone: "Hey, brother, don't make this kind of joke to me anymore..."

"The definition of beauty has never been based on gender."

At this time, the models came backstage to change their clothes one after another, and Perini invited everyone to have a drink.

An Kaiwen looked around as if looking for Rong Fei.

Before Rong Fei could respond to him in the future, he was dragged into the corner by Su Zhen.

"Hey whats up?"

"Just now, you belonged to Rong Fei on the runway, shouldn't you leave me time now?" The corner of Su Zhen's lips rose, making it hard to guess what he was thinking.

"Huh?" Before Rong Fei woke up, Su Zhen had already started to untie Rong Fei's collar.

"Hey!" Rong Fei clasped Su Zhen's wrist and asked him what he was doing with his eyes.

"Do you want to dress like this and go out with me? Or do you want to party with those models more than with me?"

"With you..." Rong Fei hardly thought about it.

"Then change the clothes on you." Su Zhen gestured to Rong Fei with his chin. Only then did Rong Fei realize that there was a paper bag beside his feet. Inside the paper bag were shirts and jeans.

The feeling of excitement hit Rong Fei's heart again. He quickly unbuttoned his collar and changed his shirt and jeans into his jeans.

Su Zhen grabbed him, and the two lowered their heads and left the backstage along the wall.

When An Kaiwen had been looking for Rong Fei and came to that corner, he finally found the suit that was hanging on the ground.

Mr. Perini came over, "Oh, where's Rong Fei? Why is he missing?"

"I don't know..." An Kaiwen frowned as he looked at the clothes in his hands.

"Ah...ah...I see..." Mr. Perini seemed to understand something, and patted An Kaiwen on the shoulder, "Forget it, Rong Fei should have other activities!"

"Other activities?" An Kaiwen asked.

Mr. Perini laughed but did not answer.

As soon as he walked outside the gate, the cold wind hit, Rong Fei shivered, he looked at Su Zhen on the side, and the other party was also wearing thin clothes.

A black car stopped at the door, and the driver came out to them with two coats, "Sir, your coat."

"Thank you." Gentleman Su Zhen smiled and took one and put it on Rong Fei's shoulder.

His arms were almost wrapped around Rong Fei's neck, and when he arranged Rong Fei's back collar, Rong Fei even felt that he was being embraced by him. His nose swept across Rong Fei's cheeks, warm with a faint masculine taste.

"Let's go." Su Zhen's finger flicked on the tip of Rong Fei's nose.

"Where are we going?" Rong Fei followed Su Zhen into the car.

"Aren't you hungry? Go eat something." Su Zhen smiled slightly.

"Why are you here? Did you come to see my fashion show specially?" Rong Fei asked.

"Yeah, didn't I promise you that I will be by your side?" Su Zhen said amusedly.

"I thought……"

"Do you think I'm just talking about it?" Su Zhen's profile looks classic and quiet under the city lights of London. No matter where he goes, his beauty can be integrated with everything around him.

"Thank you."

"You said...Are we eloped now?" Su Zhen asked with a smile.

It was also the first time that Rong Fei did such a thing. He even ran away without saying hello to other people after the work was over. He even enjoyed the feeling that Su Zhen slipped out so much.