Jiang Yixing knew Rong Hang very well, but he didn't really know much about the story of Rong Hang's filming.
As Zheng Guiting gradually began to talk about things on set, Jiang Yixing, who had initially been somewhat perfunctory, became more serious.
“At that time, we were filming a murder scene. It was so brutal. When Rong Hang appeared, he didn’t need to do anything else. He just sat there and gently tapped the table. He completely overshadowed the atmosphere of the entire set.”
Recalling the scene, Zheng Guiting became even more excited. He put down his wine glass and gestured wildly, "All the actors! You know what?! Not a single one of them could take back the spotlight. There were so many people in the shot, but you could only see this one! You're an actor, you know that feeling, right?!"
Zheng Guiting looked at Jiang Yixing. Jiang Yixing thought of the actors she had met, and it seemed that only Zheng Lianfang could be considered somewhat similar.
"I can roughly imagine it."
"Yes, that's the feeling."
After receiving Jiang Yixing's affirmation, Zheng Guiting explained with even more enthusiasm, "You know he plays a mastermind, a serial killer, right? How good is his acting? Even though you know it's acting, you're still scared, as if the person in front of you has really killed a lot of people."
Jiang Yixing paused for a moment, then looked at Rong Hang. Rong Hang also looked up, and their eyes met.
Rong Hang's gaze held an indescribable complexity of emotions. He met Jiang Yixing's straightforward eyes, then immediately looked away, his eyelashes trembling as if his spine was about to collapse under the weight of the burden.
Zheng Guiting sounded a little thirsty as he spoke. He took a sip of red wine and chuckled, "Well, after filming that scene, the actors on set all said they were a little scared when they saw Rong Hang and didn't dare to be with him."
Rong Hang suddenly felt a little flustered.
Ordinary people think that killing someone is absolutely impossible, otherwise they should be in prison.
But what about myself?
How much blood has been spilled on my hands?
Are they afraid of him because they are afraid of the characters he plays, or because they are afraid of him as a person?
Isn't the reason he was able to play this role so well so quickly because the character actually has some similarities to himself?
A faint madness in my heart, blood staining my body…
Rong Hang suddenly picked up his wine glass, took a big gulp of wine, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with each swallow. He tilted his head back, looking at the dazzling lights on the roof, ignoring the worried look in Jiang Yixing's eyes.
Zheng Yu led Bai Mochuan away, saying goodbye to Bai Mochuan one by one before driving away.
In the rearview mirror, Zheng Yu could still see Rong Hang supporting the half-drunk Zheng Guiting, while Jiang Yixing stood by the roadside calling for a designated driver.
He glanced back at Bai Mochuan, who was full of energy and not drunk at all, and said, "You really got lucky this time."
Bai Mochuan chuckled, "Really?"
"Of course, if you hadn't happened to run into Jiang Yixing, would you, with your status, have been able to meet Director Zheng?"
"That's true..."
"Seriously, I never expected Zheng Guiting and Rong Hang to be such good friends! What a coincidence!"
Bai Mochuan knows Jiang Yixing, Jiang Yixing is Rong Hang's girlfriend, and Rong Hang knows Zheng Guiting. Doesn't that connect the dots?
“By the way,” Bai Mochuan straightened his expression, “Don’t tell anyone about Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang.”
Zheng Yu glared at Bai Mochuan angrily, "Do you think I'm that kind of person? Don't worry, I definitely won't tell."
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After standing in the cold wind for a while, Zheng Guiting sobered up considerably. He refused to let Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang take him home, got into his car alone, told the driver, and drove off.
Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang stood on the curb watching the cars drive away. The night breeze brought a slight chill.
Let's take a walk.
Jiang Yixing said.
Rong Hang hummed in agreement, and the two strolled in the cold wind. The biting wind sent shivers down their spines, and pedestrians hurried past them, their voices reaching Jiang Yixing's ears:
"Hey, where are those two couples taking a walk after dinner?!"
"My goodness, can love really dispel the cold? They're taking a walk outside in this weather??"
The passersby walked further and further away, and their conversation gradually faded from view.
Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang exchanged a glance. Jiang Yixing was the first to laugh out loud. She grabbed Rong Hang's arm and, like any girl on the street who was worried about her boyfriend, showed a sad expression on her face. "Are you very cold?"
Rong Hang felt somewhat helpless; of course, he knew Jiang Yixing was just joking.
How could he possibly feel cold? If he were in a millennium-old ice cave, Rong Hang might feel a little cold, but at this temperature, he would never feel cold.
However, even though Rong Hang knew Jiang Yixing was joking, he still couldn't bear to see that expression on her face. He reached out and gently touched Jiang Yixing's cheek.
Jiang Yixing then cupped Rong Hang's face in her hands. Her eyes were big and bright. "Acting is hard work."
Rong Hang paused for a moment, not expecting Jiang Yixing to bring up this topic. He looked away and tried to turn his head away, but Jiang Yixing held him firmly.
Rong Hang could only reply, "No..."
Even her tone was weaker. Jiang Yixing felt as if her heart was being pricked by countless needles, aching and painful. "I love you."
These words seemed to come out of Jiang Yixing's mouth suddenly, as if they came directly from his heart without any thought.
Rong Hang suddenly raised his lowered eyes, as if doubting his own hearing. His gaze went blank for a moment before suddenly locking onto Jiang Yixing.
"Jiang Yixing loves Rong Hang, very much."
Jiang Yixing was still holding Rong Hang's face in her hands, her fingertips slightly cold, but Rong Hang felt unbearably hot, as if it were burning him up.
After saying this sudden and unrelated remark, Jiang Yixing returned to the main topic, "I've seen you act before. You're exceptionally talented. You're able to act well because you carefully observe life. Although you always seem indifferent, your heart is full of love for the world."
Rong Hang moved his lips, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
“Every actor can imitate a character, but that doesn’t mean the actor is the character,” Jiang Yixing looked directly at Rong Hang, her gaze full of pity and love. “You are you, right?”
Rong Hang wanted to say something, but his body acted first. He kissed Jiang Yixing's lips. Unlike any passionate kiss before, he touched and licked them gently, as if kissing his most precious treasure, sincere and ardent.
The two embraced in the night. Passersby would never have guessed that one of them was Jiang Yixing, who has recently become incredibly popular in the entertainment industry.
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