[227. I won’t blame you]
After Yan Shenghui said this, the corridor became completely quiet.
This silence lasted for several minutes. After all the lights in the corridor dimmed, Yan Shenghui finally couldn't stand this silence anymore.
"What's wrong? You didn't say anything. Did I hit a sore spot?"
His tone was too arrogant, so Cheng Qingxing chose to remain silent.
"Honestly, without you, Zheng Xuhe would have gone further, not only in China, but also abroad. He would have become an international film emperor, but because of you——"
With a "bang", the door in front of him was closed.
Cheng Qingxing didn't want to listen to his nonsense at all, it would only affect his mood.
But even if he closed the door, he could still hear Yan Shenghui's voice outside. He kept talking nonsense at the door. He thought the other party was too noisy, so he put on headphones.
After just over ten minutes, there was no sound at the door and Yan Shenghui left.
Cheng Qingxing took out all the vegetables he had bought and originally wanted to put them in the refrigerator, but when he took them out, he found that many of the vegetables had already been broken.
For some reason, he felt inexplicably irritated and stopped sorting the things. He just threw them on the ground, thinking he would just throw them away tomorrow.
Anyway, I was no longer in the mood to think about such things. I took a shower, blew my hair, and went to bed.
While lying in bed, Yan Shenghui's words kept appearing in his mind.
He really wanted to hold Zheng Xuhe back, so he rolled over on the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and tried to forget everything.
Maybe I was thinking too much, and the memories in my mind became confused, and I fell asleep unknowingly.
"where are you going?"
When Cheng Qingxing heard this voice, he couldn't help laughing. He knew that he was dreaming again.
He turned around and saw a little boy surrounded by white light. Just like last time, he couldn't see his face at all and couldn't get close to him. He could only see the white light around him.
"I'm going to work." He stood there and said with a smile, "Xiao He, have you been waiting for me here for a long time?"
At 3:16 in the morning, a Ferrari stopped at the gate of Cheng Qingxing's community.
"Yeah." The mini version of Zheng Xuhe said with a bit of grievance, "If you don't come, I'll be bored."
In fact, Cheng Qingxing didn't expect that this dream would have a sequel.
He just stood there, watching the mini version of Zheng Xuhe jumping around in front of him and talking about his most recent experiences.
It’s a bit like what Zheng Xuhe experienced when he was a child.
"When I went to school recently, my deskmate never brought her textbooks and always came over to read a book with me. I was very annoyed with her."
"Is that so?" Cheng Qingxing sat cross-legged, smiling as she looked at him, "Will she like you?"
"I don't care whether she likes it or not, but it's annoying when she doesn't bring her books." The mini version of Zheng Xuhe complained in a low voice, "If she keeps acting like this, our group will get fewer and fewer red flowers."
Cheng Qingxing couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and asked curiously, "Are you actually concerned about this?"
"The little red flower is a very important thing, you must pay attention to it." The mini version of Zheng Xuhe muttered softly, "Don't you care?"
He thought for a moment, his smart eyes turned, "I don't think you care that much. I have never been good at studying since I was a child."
Cheng Qingxing has been in the crew since he was a child. What he values most is interpersonal relationships. If someone likes to come and borrow his book, he might keep giving it to them to avoid making the other person dislike him.
"But I feel like you have very good grades, brother."
When Zheng Xuhe called him brother, his mood instantly improved. He pouted his lips and asked with a smile, "Is everything okay?"
In fact, he just lied to Zheng Xuhe when he said that his grades were not good. How could he be admitted to the Central Academy of Film with poor grades?
It's not like he got into the Central Academy of Film through the back door. In addition to his excellent performance in the art exams, Cheng Qingxing also scored more than 420 points in cultural subjects at the time, which was already considered one of the best actors.
"My deskmate's grades are not good. Not only does he not study hard, but he is also distracted in class every day." The mini version of Zheng Xuhe said aggrievedly, "I don't want to be in the same group with him at all."
Hearing this, Cheng Qingxing suddenly remembered the current situation, so he asked curiously: "If, I say, one day I hold you back, will you be angry?"
"Of course I will be angry! I won't allow anyone to hold me back!" Zheng Xuhe answered without hesitation.
Hearing this, Cheng Qingxing couldn't help but sigh, and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
In fact, Cheng Qingxing also knew that Zheng Xuhe was a strong-willed person, otherwise he would not have been so busy with his career during the years of their marriage.
Both of them are strong-willed people and don't want to hold each other back.
The current situation is the opposite of theirs. He has been trying very hard, but has not yet caught up.
Yan Shenghui's words were like thorns, piercing his heart. It wouldn't hurt after a long time, but it would itch. Whenever he thought of it, he would scratch it, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
"However, if it's you, my brother, I won't mind even if you hold me back." The mini version of Zheng Xuhe said in a low voice, "You will never hold me back. You two are both amazing."
When Cheng Qingxing heard him say "all are great", he felt that his tone had changed, and he even made a cute cheering gesture, which was completely different from Zheng Xuhe's current tone.
He was cute when he was little, but now, he doesn’t even call me brother. He just has a cold face every day, which is not cute at all.
"I'm telling you, you won't be cute at all when you grow up." Cheng Qingxing whispered beside him, "I guess you won't say such cute words."
He looked back at Cheng Qingxing, and suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged him and touched his cheek.
"You can actually touch it?" Cheng Qingxing felt the warmth on his face and squatted in front of him, "I thought you couldn't touch it."
The mini version of Zheng Xuhe didn't say anything, just a white light that slowly dissipated, and a real person appeared in front of him.
It’s not the childhood Zheng Xuhe at all, but the real Zheng Xuhe.
When Cheng Qingxing saw the grown-up version of Zheng Xuhe, he subconsciously took a step back. Just as he was about to speak, he was hugged by Zheng Xuhe.
This feeling is a little too real, not like a dream, like returning to reality.
He subconsciously called out the other person's name: "Zheng Xuhe?"
"Yeah, I'm here." Zheng Xuhe's tired voice came from his ears, and his body felt inexplicably hot.
Cheng Qingxing tried hard to open his eyes, and saw Zheng Xuhe's handsome face in the blur.
He seemed very tired, just like himself, but his embrace around him was quick and decisive, so he didn't think much about it, just rubbed against his chest and continued to sleep.
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