Chapter 220: Previous Life (12)

Tao Guang is not a good-for-nothing.

After getting Zhou Chong's photo, I followed the clues and saw Zhou Chong's car.

With a luxury car worth nearly eight figures, he is definitely not an ordinary rich kid.

Tao Guang realized that

Shan Qingshan is hooking up with a big one!

He rushed over excitedly, but found nothing.

I squatted for more than half a month but still couldn't see the protagonist in the photo.

Tao Guang couldn't sit still.

"Where is your young master?"

Shan Qingshan ignored him.

Tao Guang: "It's broken now?"

Shan Qingshan said nothing.

Tao Guang was completely broken by his silent resistance.

"An eight-digit luxury car! You're still interested in him, but you don't know how to hold on tight? Shan Qingshan, do you know that if a little bit of something slips through the fingers of people like them, you can have a life of luxury!"

"I don't like it, and he doesn't like me either. What? Are you going to feed me something shameful and send me to bed like you did four years ago?"

Shan Qingshan had a cold expression.

Tao Guang shuddered when he thought of what happened four years ago.

If that young master likes him, he will do it himself!

If you can establish a relationship with a wealthy family of this level, you can demand benefits endlessly.

For example: using Shan Qingshan to threaten him, using Shan Qingshan's hand to take some private photos, using Shan Qingshan to send people to the young master, stealing some secrets and intelligence...

When that time comes, if one person succeeds, all the people around him will benefit.

Tao Guang did not give up and stayed for two more days.

I didn't see the rich young master again. He left because of something else at the company.

As soon as he left, Shan Qingshan became completely cold and silent.

He took out his new phone and clicked on the chat page with Zhou Chong.

The news still remains on the day of the fight.

Probably won't come back again.

A young master like him has a high self-esteem.

I expressed my love with great confidence, thinking I had the upper hand, and even kissed the other person, but in the end, the other person rejected me.

If it were Shan Qingshan himself, he would also be angry.

It was good enough that I didn't scold him and just gave him some trouble to vent his anger.

That's it...

They are people from two different worlds.

Shan Qingshan suppressed the discomfort in his heart and threw himself into the torrent of extras in the film and television city.

He took a job as an extra.

The place was a bit far and it was dusk when we got back.

Shan Qingshan walked downstairs and unexpectedly saw Zhou Chong squatting beside the flower bed.

My heart was hit by the person in front of me.

He held a cigarette in his hand but didn't smoke it. The smell of cigarettes floated in the air, like a homeless stray dog, wondering how long he had been squatting here.

Shan Qingshan could smell that the cigarette was the same one he had given to Zhou Chong before.

Zhou Chong saw him and slowly stood up.

"I thought you weren't coming back."

"I live here."

"Yes."

“Why should I move?”

"Because I kissed you."

“…”

Shan Qingshan was choked by his straightforwardness and suddenly remembered the feeling of that night.

The tips of my ears turned red and my heartbeat quickened.

He asked, “How long have you been here?”

Zhou Chong exaggerated and said, "I came in the morning." But in fact, he came at noon.

"Didn't he leave?"

"If I don't leave, will you sleep with me?"

“…”

Shan Qingshan turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Zhou Chong grabbed him and said, "Why are you leaving? Aren't you arguing?"

"I didn't quarrel with you."

“That was the Cold War.”

"Who is in the cold war with you?"

"Then why didn't you message me?"

“You didn’t either.”

As childish as a quarrel between primary school students.

Zhou Chong suddenly curled the corners of his mouth.

Shanqing Mountain is inexplicable.

Zhou Chong said: "Are you waiting for me to send you a message?"

Shan Qingshan was stunned, feeling embarrassed and nervous about being exposed. He avoided his burning gaze and quickly shook off his hand.

Zhou Chong explained: "I was rejected by you and suffered a fatal injury. I am recovering from the injury. At the same time, there is a problem with a project in my company. I am a little busy. I check my phone eight hundred times a day to see if you will come to keep me."

As a result, no.

Shan Qingshan: "What on earth are you doing here?"

Zhou Chong stood up straight with a serious look.

"The March deadline has come, and I'm here to confess my feelings."

——"This is the third time we've met. It's a bit hasty to say you like me. How long do you think it will take?"

——“Three months.”

Shan Qingshan felt a tingling sensation in his chest.

There was almost a voice in my mind jumping out and shouting loudly.

Answer—him!

Zhou Chong: "I don't know what my last confession looked like to you. When I reviewed it, I felt it was terrible."

"Perhaps you will associate my confession with lust and equate it with false coaxing. I just want to tell you that I like you."

"Even though you rejected me, I still miss you."

Even because Shan Qingshan had no intention of being with him, he was not greedy for fame and fortune, and he did not flatter and curry favor.

And love more.

"I thought about giving up at first, but I haven't slept well since this thought came up. I always wonder in my mind, who will you like? Who will you smile at? Who will you buy the slippers in your rental house for? Who will you hold hands with and run in the night? Who will you kiss? Who will you have sex with? When we meet again in the future, will you hold the hand of a replica of me and let him call me uncle? Will the person next to you be good to you?"

“When I think about this, I feel like I can’t let go.”

Why should we release it?

"I haven't even chased you yet."

Zhou Chong took a step closer.

His serious expression made him look arrogant and oppressive, as if keeping strangers away.

But the words he said were very obedient.

"Shan Qingshan, if you weren't so repulsive to me, let me pursue you. If you don't want to..."

The voice was interrupted.

Zhou Chong didn't know what to say next.

The emotions at this moment were so strong and turbulent that Shan Qingshan was stunned and forgot to give an appropriate response.

My heart to my fingertips are all numb.

The heart is hot, but the head is cold.

"Feel sorry."

"Why?"

The sound coming from above my head was a little hoarse.

"I don't believe you are..."

"No."

Shan Qingshan didn't dare to look at him and repeated it again, not knowing whether he was speaking to him or to himself.

“No feeling.”

"Impossible, then why did you..."

Shan Qingshan finally raised his eyes and said, "Master, this is a film and television city, this is the entertainment industry."

It's a big melting pot.

Ambiguity, money, desire, stench, and filth are all happening here every day.

He knew Tao Guang's methods very well.

He is like a rat in the gutter, like a maggot attached to the bone.

Even if he has power, he is not something that an upright person like Zhou Chong can resist.

Shan Qingshan: "Most of the emotions here come from... loneliness."

One sentence overturned all their previous interactions.

Zhou Chong's face suddenly turned ugly.

Shan Qingshan lowered his eyes reluctantly.

"Don't come here again."

The sneakers in my sight stopped for a moment and changed direction.

Zhou Chong said, "Okay."

There was no emotion in the voice.

Shan Qingshan felt a dull pain in his heart, and then he raised his eyes and looked at the back.

Suddenly I realized that once he left, he would never look back.

It felt like something in his heart had completely collapsed, and the rubble was torturing his heart.

Shan Qingshan took half a step forward uncontrollably.

But it's only half a step.

He could only allow himself to chase after her half a step.

-

Shan Qingshan had no mood to go back and cook, and wandered around the film and television city like a wandering soul.

He and Zhou Chong clearly hadn't traveled very far together.

But Shan Qingshan felt that he was everywhere.

lay down.

forget.

But walking through it only colors the memories.

When Shan Qingshan returned to his rental house, he felt for the first time that this place was like an ice cellar and was unbearable.

He leaned back on the sofa in a daze.

Zhou Chong's pale and injured face kept appearing in my mind.

He stood up and took out his suitcase. At the deepest part was a brocade box with an old coin lying inside.

Shan Qingshan pressed the box to his heart.

Very tight.

The box hurt him so much that he wanted to cry.

He felt that God pitied him, but not completely.

We met, but it was just a meeting.

If it were this time next year, he would never let Zhou Chong be sad.

Time is flowing, but Shanqing Mountain seems to be frozen.

People on the same floor came back one after another, and the woman next door started her night life again...

Shan Qingshan slowly realized that it was probably too late.

The phone is vibrating.

He fumbled to take it out, swiped the caller, and put it to his ear.

Zhou Chong's voice came out clearly.

"Come down."