Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

Xia Xingcheng felt very sad.

Although he passed the later shooting smoothly, at least He Zheng was satisfied at present, he had a lot of emotions in his heart, which belonged to Fang Jianyuan.

It’s so late to finish shooting today. After taking a bath, he wrapped himself in a quilt and sat in bed in a daze.

He Zheng said that he and Fang Jianyuan were archetypes of the character, but he didn’t know where they were alike.

Fang Jianyuan was a quiet boy, whose emotions did not flow outside; everything was hidden in the heart.

As he got more and more into the role, he would inevitably become quiet most of the time, just like sitting on the bed now, all he could think of in his head were the pictures of Yang Youming when shooting today.

He believed that Fang Jianyuan was also like this. These pictures and this man gradually took root in his head and even in his heart, and then they couldn’t be extracted any more. He felt terrible, for Fang Jianyuan, and for himself.

Xia Xingcheng’s cell phone suddenly ringed.

He turned around and saw the name of Wei Zehui on it. He was stunned for a long time before he took a hand out of the quilt to answer the phone.

The air conditioning in the room made him feel cold.

Wei Zehui’s tone was as excited as ever, asking Xia Xingcheng to come out and play. It seemed that he was going to sing at night when he was filming in the film and television base.

Xia Xingcheng was not interested at all now, “No. “

Wei Zehui thought it strange, “Didn’t you have a good time yesterday? Yes? Not satisfied with that woman?”

Xia Xingcheng didn’t want to waste time with him, but said, “I haven’t been available recently, because I’m really busy.” Then he hung up in a hurry.

He left his cell phone to one side, wrapped in a quilt, and looked through the script to prepare for tomorrow’s announcement.

He had read the script of “Drifting Further” more than once, but with the change of mood, he still felt different every time he read it.

When he gradually became Fang Jianyuan, he could imagine the details and tone of every action and every line of Fang Jianyuan. He could feel the happiness Fang Jianyuan felt, and he could also feel the heartache for Fang Jianyuan’s sadness.

This kind of state was not good or bad, at least what he needed at present.

When closing the script, Xia Xingcheng called Huang Jixin, his agent, to find some books for him.

Huang Jixin was inexplicable, “What kind of books?”

Xia Xingcheng said, “Any book, what college students love to read, a little bit of literature and a little bit of bitterness.”

Huang Jixin was stunned for a while: “Qiongyao?”

Xia Xingcheng said feebly, “Although I have graduated from University for two or three years, I don’t think college students like Qiongyao now, do they?”

Huang Jixin said, “Maybe…”

“Don’t argue with me.” Xia Xingcheng interrupted, “You search the books on the Internet.” he paused, guessed what books Fang Jianyuan’s character might read, and later said, “Such as Haruki Murakami.” He said it casually, because he remembered that there was a props book in Fang Jianyuan’s room written by Haruki Murakami.

Huang Jixin said, “I see. Are you OK?”

Xia Xingcheng said, “I’m fine.” Then he hung up.

He had a deep sigh, thinking that Fang Jianyuan was a man who had thought too much all day to get around himself. If he could be more cheerful, even if he was a homosexual, he would be happy to fall in love with some handsome guys outside every day. He would have to live a better life and would not fall into Yu Haiyang.

Before going to bed, Xia Xingcheng opened Weibo with his mobile phone.

He didn’t have much interest in microblog, but as a little star that just had a fan base, he had to rely on microblog as a tool to increase the contact with fans.

Today, as soon as he opened his microblog, Xia Xingcheng felt a kind of strange agitation in his fans. Then he found that Yang Youming paid attention to himself.

At that moment, Xia Xingcheng’s heart beat violently, just like Fang Jianyuan’s reaction to see Yu Haiyang undress in front of him. He unconsciously opened Yang Youming’s microblog page and he went to see his attention. He found that there were not many people he paid attention to, at most, only some big directors and actors who had cooperated with each other, and not everyone paid attention to them.

Xia Xingcheng held his mobile phone and hesitated for a while. After sending a blog to the fans, he put his mobile phone aside to go to bed.

He was secretly happy.

Although Yang Youming didn’t politely show the difference of attitude towards him in and out of the play that night, it didn’t affect Yang’s status as his idol in his heart.

What’s more, he couldn’t completely distinguish Yu Haiyang from Yang Youming, just as the boundary between him and Fang Jianyuan was becoming more and more blurred.

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