Rebirth of Rong Shao

I heard that you are also Rong Fei's friend. Gao Weiyong told me that you were very interested because Rong Fei had the same name and surname as you, and later became friends with him. You must be sad when Rong Fei is gone! But he is not you! I know that your body has just been under pressure recently, and now you have a friend who has passed away, so you can't bear it! But I want you to be strong, understand! "Su Zhen's gaze was very strong, and instantly supported Rong Fei's nerves on the verge of collapse.

Most importantly, Rong Fei was flustered and didn't know how to explain to Su Zhen what he said when he lost control, but Su Zhen had already found an excuse for him.

"You are who you are, and it has nothing to do with your name, your appearance, and your body." Su Zhen held Rong Fei's face, "The key is here. Who is thinking here? Who is making decisions? Here is where you decide your life. Direction! It's here to decide who you are!"

Rong Fei was stunned, and Su Zhen's gaze made him suddenly find himself.

In Su Zhen's eyes, he is not Young Master Rong, but Rong Fei, the only one in this world.

No matter how much fear and uncertainty Rong Fei had in his heart, everything settled in Su Zhen's eyes.

"What we have to do now is to say goodbye to Rong Fei." Su Zhen patted Rong Fei on the shoulder, "This is his last decent appearance in this world."

Rong Fei choked his throat and nodded, then set up the mourning hall with the others.

Until 7 o'clock in the evening, everything was safe. Gao Weiyong stayed to watch the night. He was very grateful to Su Zhen, "You and Rong Shao should go back to rest early. Just have me here. The two brothers of Xiao Fei will pay. Any junior sister will come over to accompany him, so don’t worry."

"Master Gao, I want to stay and give him the last ride, it's okay." Rong Fei said.

That is his past, his past, the life he can't give up, the mark of his thoughts.

"I'll stay too, it won't be possible to accompany him like this in the future." Su Zhen smiled lightly and sat down.

Quietly in the hall, Rong Fei and Su Zhen were sitting side by side.

Rong Fei looked at the coffin, it turned out that he was lying in it that way. The dust and dirt in this world has nothing to do with him.

Rong Fei even felt that what was in the coffin was not his body at all. Otherwise, why didn't it resonate at all?

All this is like a weird dream.

Except that Gao Weiyong's lonely curved back reminds Rong Fei, this is a fact.

"Su Zhen..."

"Ok?"

"I always wanted to ask you... why after Rong Fei became a vegetative, you didn't let his master... fulfill Rong Fei's last wish and turn off the ventilator. Instead, you paid for all the hospital expenses... was it guilt?"

"Guilt... a little bit. Or in this impetuous entertainment circle, it's hard to meet someone as calm as him again. Every time I see a movie he plays, I wonder why such a talented person Always be willing to be someone else's stand-in?"

"Because he doesn't have the face of an idol."

It was strange to talk to Su Zhen about himself in this way, but Rong Fei wanted to understand who he was in Su Zhen's eyes.

"But I am obsessed with his posture when riding a motorcycle, his dazzling when he falls from a height, and the force with which he breaks the line of sight when he leaps."

Rong Fei lowered his head, he had lost all of this.

"Or if one person has a good opinion of another person, there is no reason at all. Everything I say is an excuse." Su Zhen leaned sideways and pinched Rong Fei's nose, "You really look like him."

"Like? Where?" Rong Fei rubbed his nose.

"Except for this face, this body that doesn't do much exercise and is prone to catching a cold, looks like everywhere." Su Zhen's side face was slightly raised, and the dim light smoothed the tip of his nose, with the ultimate beauty.

Rong Fei was blankly there.

Participating in his own funeral, Rong Fei's mood is complicated. The old brothers and sisters and friends in the circle all came, and even Xing Yao's sister Luo Bing. Rong Fei still has lingering fears about her, and that refusal to attend her party caused Rong Fei to lose a lucrative job. But today Luo Bing is wearing a long black dress with her hair rolled up behind her head, a silver snowflake brooch pinned to her neckline, and a pair of dark glasses almost covers her entire face.

When Gao Weiyong choked on Rong Fei's life, tears faintly slipped under Luo Bing's sunglasses.

Rong Fei trembled in his heart and handed over the handkerchief, "Sister Luo."

"Ha..." Luo Bing chuckled, "When did Rong Shao know how to be so polite? You have all come to Rong Fei's funeral. It seems that he is well-known in the circle, but I always bully him."

"You are crying, you should be quite concerned about him... Then why did you bully him in the first place?"

"That was my birthday party, and he didn't dare to come. Then it's not that I don't care about him, it's that he doesn't care about me... Can I be angry... Who else says I really cry? Since I came to the funeral, why It’s polite to squeeze out tears."

"...Do you like him?" Rong Fei asked again.

"Ghosts like that fool who doesn't understand the least amorous feelings!" Luo Bing patted the handkerchief back to Rong Fei's palm heavily.

Rong Fei looked around, he didn't expect so many people to come at his funeral. I have worked with several directors, makeup artists, action directors, and actors who have been critical of him. Look at that youth idol Ren Bai. The guy once pointed to Rong Fei's nose and asked, "Are you professional? The action of jumping off a building is so ugly!"

Rong Fei smiled secretly in his heart, let's take a look, Ren Bai, it will be hard for you to find a better stand-in actor than me in the future! Know mine now, right?

After Gao Weiyong's eulogy was over, everyone took a breath.

Rong Fei had imagined his own funeral countless times, such as the light rain in the sky, his wife and children under the black umbrella watching his coffin slowly descend.

But today is really different from what I imagined. In the past few days, the wind is sunny and the sky is blue. Occasionally, a few white pigeons pass by, making a flapping sound. The grass undulates, and the tip of the grass reflects the sunlight. Everything good is not like a goodbye.

Rong Fei swallowed hard. He knew that he would not have a second chance to attend his funeral. He even began to imagine that under the mud, those insects crawled into his coffin and bite his body in the dark. decay.

The warm fingers held Rong Fei's fingertips, and he turned his head to see Su Zhen.

He watched the coffin, like a watchman.

Thank you, Su Zhen. Thank you.

After the funeral was over, Su Zhen asked Rong Fei, "Would you like to have a drink? Soothe your mood."

"Have a drink? Do you know that no matter where I go to drink, the paparazzi will follow." Rong Fei snorted.

"There are also places where the paparazzi can't follow."

"where?"

Su Zhen made a "follow me" posture towards Rong Fei, which was incredibly handsome.

Rong Fei drove behind Su Zhen's car and drove all the way to the high-end apartment where Su Zhen lived. This apartment is the most expensive real estate in the city. The excellent security facilities completely guarantee the privacy of the residents. The space between the buildings is far away, and the greenery is like a European courtyard.

"So you want to bring me to your house!" Rong Fei suddenly realized.

"Yes, knowing that you are at my house, your mother will not fall asleep because you don't come home at night." Su Zhen chuckled, "And I also need someone to accompany me for a drink."

Su Zhen opened the door, and at that moment there was a sudden sense of clarity. The entire living room is not magnificent, nor does it have the blunt feeling of a hotel room. The simplicity and generosity reveals a bit of casual comfort.

Rong Fei walked barefoot on the wooden floor, looking around at the abstract paintings on the wall and some sculptures, but Su Zhen pulled his arm.

"The illness was just right, so I walked barefoot on the ground."

A pair of slippers were placed in front of Rong Fei's toes.

"You go to the bar and sit for a while. I remember there are steaks in the refrigerator. We can fry them. Drinking on an empty stomach is not good for the stomach."

"You can cook steak?" Rong Fei leaned on the bar with a surprised expression.

"Western food is okay, Chinese food is terrible." Su Zhen looked back and smiled, and in a flash, countless small feathers swept across Rong Fei's heart.

On the bar counter, goblets of various sizes were wiped and hung upside down on the cup holder overhead. Bartending utensils are also readily available. There were some foreign wines that Rong Fei knew or not on the cabinet. It seems that Su Zhen is also a person who knows how to taste life.

Rong Fei suddenly felt hungry when the sound of frying steak came from the kitchen, and the aroma of beef and onion floated out.

A few minutes later, Su Zhen came out with two plates, "Try my craft."

"Yeah!" Rong Fei picked up the knife and fork, and his saliva almost drained onto the plate.

Seeing his anxious look, Su Zhen had to say something to remind him: "Slow down, be careful to burn your tongue."

"Uh! Uh!" Rong Fei didn't care about three or seven and twenty-one, and just put it in his mouth after blowing twice.

Su Zhen looked at Rong Fei and shook her head funny. When Rong Fei swallowed, she slowly said, "Are you familiar with him? For example, your names are the same. Will he tell you a lot about him? thing?"

Rong Fei paused, then nodded.

"What does he like to eat? Would he like to eat steak?"

Rong Fei smiled, if Su Zhen wanted to know, he would tell him.

"He likes to eat duck blood fans on Nanjing Road, he likes to eat Chongqing spicy hot pot, the steak you make is so good, he must like it too."

"Have you ever gone out to eat with him?" Su Zhen slowly put a piece of cattle into his mouth, there was nothing artificial in the natural elegance.

Rong Fei wanted to answer yes, but thinking of the difference between Rong Shao and his own life level, he shook his head, "I didn't think what he liked to eat would be delicious before, but now I suddenly want to try it."

"Okay, go eat together next time."

After the steak was finished, the two of them were still chatting about Rong Fei's past. Su Zhen also took out the DVD from the movie and poured out the part played by Rong Fei.

Before he knew it, Rong Fei ate two glasses of whiskey.

At this time, in the movie, a certain male protagonist is performing fancy bartending for the female lead, and then a cup of passionate flames appears on the screen.

Rong Fei held his head and said amusedly: "Hey, do you know? Every time I watch this movie, I wonder if that glass of wine will taste good?"

"Do you want to taste it?" Su Zhen stretched out his hand and hooked Rong Fei's chin, and smiled ambiguously as the protagonist's expression was. It's just that Su Zhen's smile is even more heartwarming, and even her breath floats.