Chapter 210 Extra: Past Life (02)
A low, languid voice, tinged with laughter, irrationally clung to the pleasant aromatherapy in the car, penetrating the ears, invading the breath, and pounding the heart.
What was supposed to be a normal conversation now seemed somewhat ambiguous due to the dim lighting and the close proximity.
Zhou Chong turned off all the lights in the car.
Only outside light can shine inside; the car is very dark.
As if afraid of being discovered, Zhou Chong adjusted his seat, moved closer to him, and lowered his voice, almost in a whisper.
He offered a flimsy explanation: "Those people might come back."
Shan Qingshan remained silent.
Look at him.
He didn't recognize himself.
Yes, it's been five years.
Zhou Chong asked, "Were those people bullying you?"
The question sounded like he was demanding justice for him.
In the darkness, Shan Qingshan could feel Zhou Chong's gaze fixed on his face.
"Your face, how did you get hurt?"
"It's not my blood."
"Wow, awesome."
Shan Qingshan slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
About one pixel.
But even as his gaze softened, the true nature of his expression couldn't be concealed.
No one mentioned how long they would have to wait in the car.
Zhou Chong looked at him, almost as if trying to find something to say.
“My friend is dating a minor celebrity, and he’s always worried that if I wait here, someone will sneak into my car and offer themselves to me. But nothing has happened in all these days.”
"..."
They were all scared away by him.
Zhou Chong's voice carried a self-deprecating laugh.
“If a guy comes up today, he’ll definitely laugh at me.”
The distance is too close.
The warmth of their breath almost brushed against my face.
Shan Qingshan felt his face burning. "Then you don't have to tell him."
Zhou Chong pointed to the dashcam.
Shan Qingshan paused for a moment, then glanced at his phone.
The message reads, "You've lost the game."
Zhou Chong then remembered and picked up his phone.
Have you ever played it?
"No."
Zhou Chong logged out of the game. "So what do you usually play?"
“Reading scripts, doing odd jobs.” Shan Qingshan paused. “They probably won’t be coming back.”
Zhou Chong said "Oh," unlocked the door, and got out of the car with Shan Qingshan.
Shan Qingshan: "Thank you for today."
"You're welcome. What's your name?" Zhou Chong paused slightly, then added, "A guy came up today, and we're already going to be laughed at. If I don't even know his name, I'll be laughed to death."
"Shanqing Mountain".
"The green hills that crashed into my arms?"
"The 'qing' in 'to grow old together with my beloved'".
Zhou Chong repeated it softly, "To grow old together, with you by my side..."
Shan Qingshan lowered his eyes, his face slightly flushed.
I shouldn't have said that.
Zhou Chong laughed and said, "That's quite romantic."
"My name is Zhou Chong."
I know.
Should I write the character "崇" (chóng) in "崇山峻岭" (chóng shān jùn
"Need not."
Shan Qingshan refused.
The night breeze blew between the two of them, making the atmosphere somewhat too quiet.
Shan Qingshan wanted to say something to him, but couldn't find the words to say for a moment.
Perhaps I should have let him write it.
My phone vibrated twice.
It was a message from Brother Sha, asking where he was and urging him to go back.
After reading the message, Shan Qingshan caught a glimpse of Zhou Chong scratching the car door with his car key.
The beautiful wife of Sha Ge now has a scar.
They're so rich and carefree, they don't seem to care at all.
Shan Qingshan put away his phone. "I'm leaving now."
"Wait a moment."
Zhou Chong grabbed him.
The wrist in her palm was so slender that it evoked a sense of tenderness.
Zhou Chong was distracted, thinking: So thin?
Shan Qingshan glanced down at him, but didn't struggle, letting him hold her hand. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at Zhou Chong.
Zhou Chong used his other hand to knock on the car door, tapping on the scratch he had just made.
"Not before."
nonsense.
You just drew that.
"It was stolen from my dad just the day before yesterday."
"..."
You've been running it for half a month.
Zhou Chong released his hand. "Of course, I'm not saying you did it. I'll send it over—"
Shan Qingshan didn't expose him. Instead, he took out his phone and handed over his business card with a QR code.
"If it was my fault and I need compensation, please contact me."
This is what Zhou Chong and others were looking for.
I promptly took out my phone and sent the verification message.
He watched silently as Shan Qingshan accepted his friend request before putting his phone away.
Shan Qingshan: "Thank you for today. I'll treat you to a late-night snack next time."
For adults, the promise of a next time is like a pie in the sky.
But Zhou Chong asked, "When is the next time?"
Are you free tomorrow?
"Yes." Zhou Chong lied without any hesitation, completely disregarding the several companies he owned, saying, "I'm quite free."
Even after returning to his rented room, Shan Qingshan was still thinking about tomorrow's late-night snack.
He took off his shirt, revealing several bruises on his upper body.
"Why didn't you say anything when you came back—"
As soon as Sha Ge pushed the door open, he saw the injury on Shan Qingshan's back. His words stopped abruptly, and he exclaimed "Holy crap!" first.
What's wrong with you?
The crisscrossing bruises clearly indicate that he was hit with a stick.
"The ugly child of capitalists."
"So ruthless?"
"Um."
"Did you buy the medicine?"
"No need."
Sha Ge sighed and went back to his room to get his medicine. "You're like this. It's your own body, so take better care of yourself."
Shan Qingshan remained silent.
Sha Ge: "If I weren't by your side, I don't know how badly you would have ruined yourself."
Sha Ge poured the medicinal wine into his palm, warmed it a little with the heat of his palm, and applied it to Shan Qingshan's bruise, deliberately using a bit of force, hoping to teach him a lesson.
Shan Qingshan remained silent.
Brother Sha sighed and poured some more medicinal wine.
"My filming has wrapped up. Shall I treat you to dinner tomorrow? Let's go to the city and find a Western restaurant."
"Have you struck it rich?"
"No." Sha Ge hesitated before speaking.
Shan Qingshan said, "Tomorrow won't work, I have an appointment."
Sha Ge was stunned.
"You? Have an appointment?"
Shan Qingshan is a well-known aloof and unapproachable person in the film and television city; he has no friends.
Dan Qingshan took out his phone, looked at Zhou Chong's profile picture, and asked.
"Where's a good late-night snack spot nearby? Money's no object."
Sha Ge let out a "heh".
"I'm telling you, you've been going for walks a lot these past few days. Are you going with girls? Paying back the money isn't the problem; money is our biggest problem!"
Shan Qingshan remained silent.
Sha Ge found a few decent shops on a certain platform and shared them with Shan Qingshan, then they gossiped about it.
"That person."
Sha Ge was making exaggerated winks and gestures.
"Is it pretty?"
"nice."
"Really?"
"real."
The next evening, Sha Ge wanted to follow Shan Qingshan to see just how beautiful the girl Shan Qingshan said was, but he suddenly had to help her with a performance, so he shouted, "I must see her someday!" and left.
There are night performances at Shanqingshan.
When Zhou Chong sent the message, he was still waiting in the wings.
Zhou Chong: [How much longer?]
Shan Qingshan: [Lead actor's scenes drag on]
Zhou Chong: [I'm coming to find you]
Shan Qingshan posted a location.
When Zhou Chong arrived, he found it to be a small, messy film set.
Surprisingly, Shan Qingshan wasn't a lead actor; he was just an extra who didn't say a word, his face smeared with dirt, blending into the crowd.
Like a pearl covered in dust.
Zhou Chong: [I've arrived, I see you.]
In the crowd, Shan Qingshan turned his face.
Zhou Chong suddenly realized that he had misunderstood something.
Even with his face smeared and blending into the crowd, Shan Qingshan's unique and indelible aura, and that face favored by the Creator, still made him stand out from the crowd.
Shan Qingshan: [Don't get too close, there are rules on set.]
Zhou Chong glanced at Shan Qingshan, then lowered his head to type.
Why aren't you a lead actor?
After she finished hitting him, she looked at him again.
I saw him looking down at the message he had sent.
Zhou Chong leisurely chased after one of them.
The director has terrible taste.
Dan Qingshan stared at his phone screen, his heart skipping a beat.
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