Rebirth of Rong Shao

His head hurt so badly, Rong Fei sat up slowly, he looked around in a daze, and it took a long time to realize that this was his hotel room.

"Why am I... here?" Rong Fei beat his head, and the last picture that remained in his memory was the scene of Su Zhen lightly singing "Closetoyou" in the bar.

He connected the phone and heard An Kaiwen's growl.

"Where have you been these few days! You won't answer if you call you! You won't answer the text messages sent to you! Do you know that I'm about to call the police!" An Kaiwen's voice almost turned away. Fei’s ears are really deaf.

"...I'm in the hotel room now..." Rong Fei quickly moved the phone away from him.

"In the room? When did you go back?"

"……do not know……"

Rong Fei thought that he should be drunk in the bar, so Su Zhen sent him back.

"I don't know? You disappeared as soon as the catwalk ended?"

"I'm sorry...because a friend came to see my catwalk from a long distance...so I..."

"Is it Su Zhen?"

An Kaiwen asked the name straight down, but Rong Fei suddenly didn't know how to answer.

Although there are so many reporters in the audience, it is not difficult for An Kaiwen to notice Su Zhen in the audience.

"Yeah." Rong Fei could only admit, "We went to have a drink, because the mood was more relaxed after the catwalk, so after drinking two more glasses, I didn't expect to get drunk."

Up to now, he still has a terrible headache.

"...Are there really nothing wrong with you and Su Zhen?" An Kaiwen asked suddenly after being silent for two or three seconds.

"What's nothing?" Rong Fei's head didn't turn around.

"...Forget it, you can go to sleep. Remember to pack your luggage for the plane tomorrow afternoon." After speaking, An Kaiwen hung up the phone.

Rong Fei knew that An Kaiwen was angry, thinking that after the catwalk, he did not celebrate with An Kaiwen and other catwalk companions but ran by himself. It was indeed that he was wrong.

It's just that as soon as his head hit the pillow, a picture flashed in his mind.

That was the scene of Su Zhen holding tightly on the back of his head and kissing frantically in a closed space.

Suddenly, Rong Fei opened his eyes, and his whole body was trembling.

What...what's going on? What did you think about just now?

Rong Fei grumbled and swallowed, how could Su Zhen kiss herself? That must be an illusion! It must be an illusion!

Gradually, the touch of Su Zhen's lips, the strength of his embrace, and even that arrogant attitude became more and more clear. Rong Fei gasped, what is going on? Do you have delusions? Otherwise, why is Su Zhen's kiss so real?

Rong Fei jerked the cell phone that was thrown on the bedside, and dialed a call.

As soon as he was connected, Rong Fei hung up the phone abruptly as if he had been burned, his heart beating wildly.

Rong Fei! Is your head not working well? Why did you call Su Zhen? Ask if he kissed himself? That's ridiculous!

Sure enough, wine is not a good thing, it is not once or twice that I get drunk in front of Su Zhen! What a **** memory!

Unexpectedly, Su Zhen actually called back.

Rong Fei looked at the vibrating mobile phone, and it was not whether it was not answered or not, until more than twenty seconds passed, Rong Fei still gritted his teeth and connected.

"Hey... Su Zhen... Haha... Where are you now?"

"Me? I just got off the plane and returned to China. There is a charity event tonight to participate." Su Zhen's voice is gentle and smooth at all.

Rong Fei calmed down, feeling that his delusion was really outrageous.

"Did you just wake up? I told you not to drink so much'Martian Bomb' if you didn't listen, I regret taking you to the bar."

Even if he couldn't see the face, Rong Fei could feel that Su Zhen's expression must be with a faint smile at this time.

"Yeah, yeah, didn't I get drunk, didn't I trouble you?"

"Fortunately, I was clamoring to go to the London Eye."

"Haha, what do you do then?"

"I can't knock you out and transport you back to the hotel. You want to go to the London Eye so much, I have to take you there."

Rong Fei blinked, thinking of the glass windows in the Ferris wheel, the long Thames, the morning sun...and Su Zhen next to him...

The scenes overlapped.

"What happened later... did we do anything on the London Eye?"

After asking this question, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

Rong Fei's heartbeat that had calmed down started to beat again. That's stupid! Why are you asking this question again!

"Yeah, what did we do?" Su Zhen's final voice rose, "Let me think about it...oh...we..."

Rong Fei held his breath, afraid to speak.

"I think it's a waste. After you got on the London Eye, you fell asleep on the window for less than ten minutes. It made me enjoy the scenery by myself, not even a person who can talk."

"Huh? Am I asleep?" Rong Fei's hanging heart fell.

"Yeah. Is it possible that you are still dancing on it?"

"That's it... It's fine if you fall asleep, haha, it's fine if you fall asleep..."

"what?"

What "just fall asleep". Rong Fei, what is in your head!

"You have slept for more than ten hours. You should be hungry now. Take a good wash and eat something."

"Well, I got it."

"I don't have time to watch your catwalk at Milan Fashion Week, but I will join in at Paris Fashion Week."

"Really? Don't do it anymore, long-distance flight is very hard!"

"It doesn't matter, there will be a show host after this charity event. After that, there will be a one-week holiday, so you can have a good rest. Anyway, there is nothing wrong, we can still play in Paris for a few days after the catwalk."

"Okay!"

After hanging up the phone, Rong Fei forgot all the strange images in his head.

This time, Rong Fei can be described as "famous on a show". When he was about to go to the hotel restaurant, several fashion reporters waited there to do an interview for him.

It is a pity that Rong Fei's English stays at the level of junior high school students.

"Sorry, Iamreallysorry! I’mnotgoodatEnglish!"

These few sentences are already the limit of Rong Fei's English.

Unexpectedly, a familiar figure hurried over and stood in front of him in an orderly manner to answer reporters' questions.

"Wei Zixing! You are finally here!" Rong Fei held Wei Zixing's hand like a savior.

Wei Zixing smiled formulaically, "Rong Shao, it seems that you can't do without me." The reason Wei Zixing did not come to London Fashion Week with Rong Fei in the first time was because he was negotiating "Gun God" for Rong Fei. An important role in the

"You just rushed over, did that character take down?" Rong Fei looked at each other expectantly.

"I thought it would not go so smoothly. After all, there are many actors competing for the role of Mo Xiaobei, and the actor Lin Mofeng has already finalized Su Zhen, so it is difficult for the brothers who play Lin Mofeng to be popular. Including Ren Bai. For this role is bound to win."

"You really deserve to be a gold medal agent, how did you get it?" Rong Fei patted Wei Zixing on the shoulder.

The other party smiled unpredictably, looked at the three fashion reporters who were still waiting there, and invited them to the restaurant in fluent English.

Rong Fei followed Wei Zixing incomprehensibly.

"I don't know much about the fashion industry... I definitely don't know how to answer those reporters' questions..."

"It doesn't matter, I know how to answer." Wei Zixing nodded on Rong Fei's shoulder, "Do you know that the role of Mo Xiaobei can be successfully won this time because of this show?"

"Huh?" Rong Fei was stunned. Does this show have such a big effect?

Wei Zixing seated Rong Fei on the chair, and then politely spoke a long list of words to the three reporters. British black tea was brought up, and a corner of this restaurant was quite an atmosphere of an afternoon interview.

"This Mr. Mette from the fashion magazine "Grace" said that you showed a charming demeanor in this catwalk, and the dark night belonging to Rong Fei eroded the entire London fashion world. Mr. Mette asked if you intend to become A professional model."

Rong Fei smiled and nodded at the Mr. Met, and then said to Wei Zixing, "You know my answer."

"Stubborn." Wei Zixing chuckled lightly. "Do you know that from now on, your chances of becoming a first-class international male model are higher than that of being an actor?"

"But I am more interested in the actor."

After answering Mr. Met’s question, Wei Zixing translated another reporter’s question to him, “Mr. Keynes is very curious about how you caught the theme of the dark night? You stood on the runway and showed a Different from the unexpectedly deep and charming image that people imagined the dark night in the past, how do you grasp such a difference?"

Wei Zixing's expression clearly said, "I'm also very curious."

This is a difficult problem to describe.

Rong Fei lowered his head and chuckled lightly, and then took a breath, "I...actually don't know how to show this theme, because the protagonist of the catwalk is never the model itself, but the suit of them. I I’m just thinking about how to wear this dress to catch other people’s eyes...I’ve never been the kind of person who eager to show myself. Orientals are conservative and introverted, you know. But this time on the catwalk, I let me show The side I didn’t realize myself showed up. It’s a very wonderful experience...I know, that person is looking at me in the crowd...I want him to look at me all the time..."

"Who is that person?" Wei Zixing was also surprised.

"Secret." Rong Fei successfully imitated Wei Zixing's formulaic smile, making it difficult to guess the depth.

This interview quickly appeared in various fashion magazines in London. While Rong Fei was still struggling to escape from the image of a dude in China, he unexpectedly became the darling of the European fashion industry.

When he took the opportunity to Milan with Perini and An Kaiwen, An Kaiwen pressed several magazines on Rong Fei's head.

"What is this?" Rong Fei reached out and took down the magazine and flipped through it. Almost every book contained photos of his catwalks at London Fashion Week. From various angles, Rong Fei blinked, "Why... so many me ?"

An Kaiwen pressed Rong Fei's head against the front seat, and looked very angry, "Yeah, yeah! It's all you! All my limelight has been robbed!"

There was even a magazine that wrote a three-page column for Rong Fei. It's a pity that Rong Fei knows so few English words. This is an honor that Rong Fei has never enjoyed as an actor. He is now at the core of the fashion industry.

"In this way, more people will look forward to your performance during Milan Fashion Week." An Kaiwen snorted, "Don't be nervous and start to work together."

But Rong Fei still stared at the magazine as if he hadn't heard what An Kaiwen was saying.

"Hey, what are you thinking about!" An Kaiwen couldn't help taking away the magazine in his hand.

"Ah...I'm just a pity that I can't understand anything..."

An Kaiwen sighed and turned to the column to read: "Rong Fei stepped on the night and quietly invaded the sight of those looking up. His breath permeated, fermented into flowing alcohol, and easily captured our souls. When we His mood floated, following him through the ethereal and mysterious wasteland. At the moment he turned around, our body fell, but the soul followed his footsteps soaring up, immersed in his misty figure. Everything is lurking in the night. The thoughts inside, too late to grasp the moment of shock, disappeared to the edge of the light-a perfect interpretation of Perini's'dark night'."

"Is this talking about me? Why does it seem to be poetry?" Rong Fei looked at the elegant English words hard.

"That's because of my translation skills!" An Kaiwen impatiently pressed the magazine on Rong Fei's face, took out his blindfold and put it on, "I'm going to sleep, beautify yourself!"

Rong Fei looked at Wei Zixing on the other side, "Is it really written like that in the magazine? Is An Kaiwen playing tricks on me?"

Wei Zixing banged on his notebook without looking up, "What he said is true. I'm now thinking about letting you develop directly in the European fashion industry. Of course, you would never agree. "

"You look busy..." Rong Fei scratched his head. Since "Light Wind" was completed, Rong Fei's announcements have focused on charity performances, interviews or entertainment programs, and Wei Zixing rarely does this. Busy.

"Because you will have a lot of work after the Paris Fashion Week catwalk is over. It is recommended that you take a good rest during this time. For example, on an airplane, you should learn An Kaiwen to wear an eye mask and sleep well."

"A lot of work? Where does a lot of work come from?"

Wei Zixing stretched out his hand and pressed the corner of his eye, and said in a low voice: "First of all, "Shallow Wind" was released a week ago. Although the box office has a big gap compared with the European and American blockbusters of the same period, in this year's domestic movies But it is the top three in the box office. Your performance has been affirmed by the industry and the audience. Now there is a special light on the Internet, and there are even fans who have established a website for you. The scale of the website is compared to Ren Bai's. There is a big gap between youth idols, but this is a good starting point. After the "Sight" interview was broadcast, your sincere attitude and Su Zhen's influence on the public, the survey showed that 50% The second audience believes that you are really "turning back the prodigal son." 30% of the audience said that they will continue to pay attention to your performance in the future. Although I did not give you any more work after the interview, it was because I got it. The movie roles on the film are either not well written in the script, or they are not suitable for you."