Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

Xia Xingcheng immersed himself in the bathtub and let the water cover his head. Soon, the air in his body was exhausted. In the suffocation that made his chest continue to ache, he suddenly put his head out of the water and gasped heavily.

The water flowed down his hair. He raised his hand and wiped the water on his face. He leaned back, put his head on the edge of the bathtub and closed his eyes.

When Xia Xingcheng came out of the bathroom, he saw Huang Jixin smoking on the sofa.

“Haven’t you left yet?” He pulled the towel off his head and sat by the bed in his bathrobe.

Huang Jixin said, “Isn’t it because I can’t trust you? I will be with you for two more days. “

Xia Xingcheng didn’t speak. He fell back on the bed with a sigh. His legs stretched out from the bottom of his bathrobe, white and slender.

Huang Jixin stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and walked to the bedside, looking down at him, “What’s the matter? You look dejected. “

Xia Xingcheng was rarely able to say the truth in front of Huang Jixin. He said, “I’m under a lot of pressure.”

“Hey, man, is this the first day of the show?” Huang Jixin said it’s hard to understand, “And you’re doing well today. It’s that He Zheng has a high demand for fame. As a result, He Zheng will be out of work so soon today.”

Xia Xingcheng raised his hand to block his face. “That’s not because I played well.”

Huang Jixin said, “I know Yang Youming did a good job. Didn’t he still need your cooperation?”

Xia Xingcheng shacked his head and he didn’t know how to tell him.

Huang Jixin stretched out his foot and kicked him in the shin. “Keep up your spirits. Don’t let the first day of your life wither. This movie will take so long to make. Take advantage of the chance that you don’t get easily.”

Xia Xingcheng said, “I see.”

When Huang Jixin left, Xia Xingcheng lay aimlessly in bed for a while. He thought about starting things, turned over and touched the cell phone at the bedside table, and dialed Xiao Yu.

The phone rang several times and Xiao Yu didn’t answer it.

After the dialing is finished automatically, Xia Xingcheng received a message from Xiao Yu and said, “No fun, let’s forget it.”

Xia Xingcheng stared at the words and he was stunned for a while. He knew that the day was coming, but he didn’t expect Xiao Yu to say it first, so he replied, “I know. Good luck for you.”

Xiao Yu did not return to him.

Xia Xingcheng waited for a while in a daze and opened the micro blog.

Instead of looking at the comments and forwarding on his micro blog, he found Yang Youming’s micro blog and clicked into the homepage to find that he actually updated it today.

Yang Youming sent a picture of Fang Jianyuan’s cottage, with a single bed, a desk and bright glass windows.

This was a very common picture, but seeing that bed, Xia Xingcheng couldn’t help thinking of what happened on that bed today, and he got flustered.

There were many comments from Yang Youming’s fans at the bottom of the photo. The first hot comment asked him: “Is it a new play?”

He Zheng’s film hadn’t been publicized, but there had been a lot of Internet leaks, and some paparazzi had also taken pictures of Yang Youming on the set.

Yang Youming would not answer such a question. His whole micro blog had only photos and no words. It seemed that he just wanted to send a photo instead of sharing his life with fans. He had always been cold in the online world.

But it didn’t affect the fans and the audience’s love for him. Even if he didn’t maintain the exposure, his development would not be hindered. On the contrary, Xia Xingcheng had to keep filming and appear in front of the public from time to time, so that the audience would not forget him and the fans would not leave him.

He needed good works and public recognition to establish his position, rather than relying on his beautiful face.

Xia Xingcheng looked at the picture for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had accidentally praised Yang Youming’s Micro blog.

He was stunned for a while. It’s impossible to cancel the praise. He just paid attention to Yang Youming’s micro blog. Anyway, he was a descendant. Even if Yang Youming didn’t respond, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Then he shut down the micro blog, lay in bed and read the script with a heavy heart, and prepared for tomorrow’s shooting.

There was no intimacy the next day.

What He Zheng wanted to shoot was Fang Jianyuan’s first meeting with Yu Haiyang.

In the morning, when Xia Xingcheng finished dressing and opened the door of the rest room, he ran into Yang Youming.

Yang Youming had changed clothes, but also the shirt and trousers, his hands stretched out in the pants pocket, and looked at Xia Xingcheng.

Xia Xingcheng suddenly got nervous and shouted: “Ming, brother Ming.”

Yang Youming smiled and passed him.

Xia Xingcheng felt embarrassed and grabbed a handful of hair and walked out.

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