Rebirth of Rong Shao

At that time, Rong Fei hadn't realized Su Zhen's so-called "holding" definition, but he was grateful.

"As an actor, your body is the capital of your work. You must take good care of yourself in the future." Su Zhen's voice was very soft, and there was no lesson in it. His arms went around the back of Rong Fei's neck and gently embraced him. , "Your voice is so dumb that you can't speak, you don't even realize it at all."

"I didn't know it would be like this! It was all caused by An Kaiwen..." As soon as An Kaiwen was mentioned, Rong Fei remembered the scene of him being dragged out around a bath towel. It was really shameful...

"Why, did you sit in a sports car with a bath towel and blow cold that day?" Su Zhen asked, a little smile in his voice.

Rong Fei stopped talking there anymore.

Su Zhen rubbed his head, as if comforting, "I was pulled away by An Kaiwen that day to see Mr. Perini?"

"Well, Mr. Perini tried me a set of fashions he designed. It seems to be called "Dark Night"..."

"He invited you to walk on the show, why didn't you go?" Su Zhen asked, "Just like in the interview, this is really an opportunity that others dream of."

"But... I don't have the quality to be a model. Look at An Kaiwen, his height, his temperament and his typhoon, I don't have the same. If I promised Mr. Perini to go to the show, it must be because I can do well. This matter, if I can’t do it well and just want to be famous, it’s too despicable..."

"You are so cute." Su Zhen said with a light smile.

"Hey! Hey!" Rong Fei was a little angry, "Don't use cute to describe me! That's a girl! I tell you I really think so!"

"But catwalks and acting are essentially the same."

"How is it the same?"

"It's all'show'. The actors show the character of the characters, and the models show the temperament of the fashion. Perini's catwalks can train you to learn to control, including controlling your expression, your demeanor, and your own liking. How anger, sorrow and happiness blend with the clothes on the body."

Rong Fei remembered that Su Zhen had also walked for two well-known fashion designers in France and Britain. The former was romantic and sentimental, while the latter was noble and elegant. Su Zhen’s catwalks cast a deep-water bomb in the fashion industry at that time. The masters all invited him but all declined and returned to the role of actor.

"In fact, whether it's a catwalk or an actor, the most important thing is to remember who you are." Su Zhen paused, "Rong Fei...accept Perini's invitation. You don't have to follow him all over. For Fashion Week, you only need to participate in the three shows in Paris, Milan and London. Letting go of your horizons and getting in touch with other fields will only benefit you but not harm."

"Yeah! I will think about it!"

Gradually, Rong Fei started to feel sleepy again. When Su Zhen turned his head, Rong Fei was already asleep leaning on his shoulder.

Su Zhen lowered her head and kissed the top of Shang Rongfei's head, "That's good...Don't change..."

Rong Fei's breathing was steady, Su Zhen's fingertips gently kneaded the hair of his forehead, leaning against him.

When Rong Fei woke up again, it was already ten o'clock in the morning of the next day. Wei Zixing sat on the edge of the bed, reading the newspaper leisurely, and there was a cup of coffee on the bedside table.

"It's not easy. You have to sleep for twelve hours."

"So long?" As soon as he opened his mouth, Rong Fei realized that his voice was no longer hoarse. He looked around and asked subconsciously, "Where is Su Zhen?"

"Su Zhen?" Wei Zixing smiled, "Is there only King Su Tian in your head? Shen Yan called him away. Yesterday, one of Su Zhen's friends passed away, so today will be more busy."

"Ah..." Su Zhen's friend...Although he didn't know who it was, a pity surged in Rong Fei's heart. Su Zhen's friend passed away, and she stayed with herself all night yesterday...

"Rong Fei," the small smile on Wei Zixing's face gradually faded, his expression became as official as when Rong Fei first met him, "I want to tell you something. ."

"what's up?"

"Su Zhen has a good reputation in the entertainment industry. Many people say that he is respectable and very dedicated. But with my years of experience, no one in this world is perfect. The better the reputation, the better at hiding. Himself. And as long as he wants, he can gain the trust of anyone. In the same way, as long as he wants, he also has the ability to push anyone to hell."

"What?" Rong Fei frowned. Whether he was a stuntman or now, the world is simple for him. Whoever treats him well and respects him will doubly treat him well, but Wei Zixing's words made him confused. .

"Su Zhen's attitude towards you has changed too quickly. After all, Su Zhen's father is also the chairman of Shengshihuatian. He holds the equity of Shengshi. If your father is in the next position, Su Zhen can always grasp Shengshi's lifeline."

"Su Zhen won't have that kind of mind! If he does, he will let me continue to be an ignorant young master. He doesn't need to instruct me how to act and create popularity for me!" Rong Fei became excited and said to him. In his heart, Su Zhen was like his own brother. He was his good buddy, his teacher, and the height of his expectations, so Wei Zixing's words made him very uncomfortable.

"Well, I just ask you to be careful," Wei Zixing sighed. "In addition to arranging work for you, it is my duty to protect you."

"Thank you."

Packed up his things and left the hospital. Rong Fei sat in the back seat and turned on his mobile phone. He hadn't read any text messages for these two days. Some of them were from Long Zhanyun. This guy said a lot to the effect that he was still there. Chasing Ivy, and laughing at Rong Fei being held by Princess Su Zhen.

What princess hug? Rong Fei opened Long Zhanyun's MMS, and the visual impact at that moment made him hit the back of the chair.

Oh my god! Su Zhen even hugged herself and left the recording scene!

The photo was obviously taken by the on-site staff with a mobile phone, and it has been uploaded on the Internet.

Rong Fei grabbed his hair hard, what to do! His first name! He was actually held by Su Zhen as a girl! God! How does this want him to mix in the entertainment industry!

There was another unread text message. The moment it opened, Rong Fei was shocked.

That is from Master: Ai Tu Rongfei stopped breathing last night, at the age of 26. The funeral is scheduled to be at Qingshan Cemetery at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

Rong Fei blinked and looked back and forth many times.

I'm dead? I just died like this?

This is impossible. I quietly went to see the hospital a few days ago, and my body was lying there...Although it looked thin and fragile, how could it suddenly...

Rong Fei was at a loss. If he said that his body had already died, he would no longer have the chance to return to his body with a little calmness!

In a moment, the brain went blank. Rong Fei lost even the ability to think.

"Rong Fei! Rong Fei! Arrived! What's wrong with you?" Wei Zixing opened the door and shook Rong Fei's shoulder, only to see him holding the phone dumbly.

When Rong Fei woke up, he realized that he was home. He has no appetite for eating, and he stands in front of the mirror on the sink and looks at himself.

This is tolerant body, not his own. Now that Rong Fei's body is dead, where is his home?

Will he wake up one day and find that he is wandering in this world?

He is going to take a look! He doesn't believe that all this is true!

Rong Fei rushed downstairs, and Mrs. Rong's shouts were ignored. He came to the backyard and drove out.

Where is his position? Who is he? How should he continue his life?

When he came to the door of the ward, Rong Fei realized that it was already empty, all the instruments had stopped working, and he could not find a trace of his body once existed here.

A nurse passed by and looked at Rong Fei in a daze and said, "Are you Rong Fei who came to see this ward? He passed away last night and he has been sent to the funeral home!"

"The funeral home of Qingshan Cemetery?"

"Yes it is!"

"It was his master who came to pick him up?"

"And Su Zhen and his agent Shen Yan. That gentleman... are you okay!"

Rong Fei didn't speak, but turned around and drove to Qingshan Cemetery.

Along the way, his heart will gush out of his chest. When he came outside the funeral home, he saw Su Zhen's car. He walked in quickly and found that someone was setting up the mourning hall. His master held the picture of Rong Fei and asked Su Zhen, "Mr. Su... what do you think of this picture?"

"...Looks good." Su Zhen's voice was shallow, holding back something.

Rong Fei walked in and saw himself in the coffin.

That wasted and lifeless, on the verge of decay.

He took a step back, and fell to the ground.

"Shao Rong?" Shen Yan turned around and called out.

Su Zhen also turned her head, looking at Rong Fei's widened eyes, she couldn't believe that he walked in two steps and lifted him up, "Rong Fei, why are you here?"

Rong Fei pointed at the coffin and asked, "I...dead? I...dead?"

Shen Yan was confused, "Rong Shao, what are you talking about? He is the stuntman Rong Fei, not you..."

Su Zhen made a gesture towards Shen Yan, asking Shen Yan and Gao Weiyong to leave first.

Rong Fei struggled to hold on to the coffin, and Su Zhen strongly hugged him from behind: "Don't be afraid, Rong Fei! Don't be afraid! You are not dead, you are still here!"

"No...no...that's me! That's me! That's really me! What should I do?" Rong Fei trembled, his eyes hollow and scary.

Su Zhen snapped Rong Fei's face and forced him to look at herself: "Rong Fei! Rong Fei! Listen to me! You are still alive! You are still alive! Understand? You can walk, run and talk. Can act!"

Rong Fei suddenly realized that Su Zhen was in front of him, and he couldn't be so gloomy!

"me……"