MTL - Concealed and Blended: Fendai-Chapter 33 (1)

Ms. Tu Jian is thin and fair, dressed in minimalist clothes, and her facial features are like a softened version of Li Boxi, but her expressions are full of sarcasm.

As early as she walked into the door of the restaurant, out of sight of everyone, Li Boxi had already exchanged countless glances with her.

Li Boxi's eyes read: Don't come over to say hello.

Tu Jian's eyes read: Tsk.

When Zhang Yingdi and his younger brother began to sing and taunt others, Tu Jian raised his eyebrows behind them: Are you going to endure like this?

Li Baixi: Endure the calm for a while, take a step back and broaden the sea and the sky.

Tu Jian: I can't take it anymore.

When Tu Jian spoke, Li Boxi sighed silently.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the whole venue fell into a dead silence that could be heard falling needles.

Everyone was stunned, only Ms. Tu Jian replied to her friend in an old way: "Because my son is a bit paranoid and doesn't want others to know about his family."

Now even the designer was embarrassed: "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to reveal your privacy..."

Li Boxi: "...don't worry about it."

silence.

Actor Zhang has seen the storm, he was the first to react, and quickly found himself a step down: "Xiao Li, why don't you introduce me?"

He asked knowingly, and Li Boxi also answered knowingly: "This is my mother, an artist."

Actor Zhang took advantage of the opportunity and extended his hand to Tu Jian: "It's a pleasure to meet you, the work just now is very impressive."

Tu Jian glanced at him with a half-smile, "Thank you. You guys talk slowly, I'm sorry."

She turned around and walked back to her dining table with her designer friend, hanging the outstretched hand of Best Actor Zhang in the air.

The younger brother subconsciously wanted to keep up, but just as he took his steps, Tu Jian glanced at him, and the taunt in his eyes nailed him to the spot.

At this moment, even if the younger brother's face is as thick as a city wall, it should collapse. He rubbed his hands, and had to give priority to moving the steps to Actor Zhang: "Mr. Zhang, this restaurant seems to be full, why don't I invite you to eat nearby."

Actor Zhang turned around and left.

Before the younger brother left, he looked at Li Boxi thoughtfully. Li Boxi's hand was still on Cheng Ping's shoulder. The younger brother's eyes stayed on that hand for half a second, and finally left without saying a word.

silence.

Only Cheng Ping's team was left at the table, plus Li Boxi.

When the dishes were served, everyone couldn't taste the taste, and took a peek at Li Boxi.

Everyone has accumulated a lot of gossip and wants to ask, but because they don't know people well, they can't open their mouths, so they can only use their eyes to arrange Cheng Ping, trying to squeeze him out as a special reporter.

However, Cheng Ping was not a fool, he clearly saw that today's scene was an accident, and Li Boxi was not willing to let them see it. Even if he had a question, he planned to ask it in private, so he kept his eyes on his nose and his heart, and poked his pasta devoutly, completely blocking other people's eyes.

In the end, Li Boxi couldn't stand the weird atmosphere, and put down the tableware: "Well, I have something urgent to do here, so I'm leaving first."

Tu Jian, who was a few tables away, saw his back, got up and swayed out slowly.

Li Boxi took this step out of the restaurant, as if some kind of seal had been broken. Everyone who stayed in the same place quickly took out their mobile phones, opened the search engine, and entered the word "Tu Jian".

They searched for a moment among the piles of work lists, award records, and auction numbers, and they all found the column of family relations.

Tu Jian’s page introduces her ex-husband (links point to another pile of award-winning auction records), and also mentions that she has a son with her ex-husband, but deliberately omits the child’s name.

In addition to this, there is the name of the current husband.

Cheng Ping: "..."

He raised his head and asked his manager, "Do you know that the great director is Li Boxi's stepfather?"

Agent: "... how would I know."

Cheng Ping: "Do you remember that at that time, everyone couldn't understand why I received an audition opportunity?"

A table of people looked blankly at each other.

Li Boxi walked out of the restaurant, found an empty corner to hide and smoke.

Footsteps came from behind, and Ms. Tu Jian followed: "Bring me a fire."

Li Boxi lit a cigarette for her, and the mother and son stood side by side in silence.

Li Boxi said flatly: "You shouldn't have told the truth just now. I've kept it a secret all these years."

"Why hide it?"

"As I said, I'm a mere makeup artist. It would be embarrassing for you to say it."

Tu Jian glanced at him: "I also said that you are not afraid of embarrassing us. You think our parents are embarrassing you."

Li Boxi: "How is it possible!"

Tu Jian sneered.

Li Boxi: "."

Li Boxi had nothing to hide in front of her, so he could only explain slowly: "I have watched my father live in the halo of his grandfather since he was a child, using his grandfather's name to worship his master, mix in circles, and be carried by people in bridal sedan chairs. Be a master with your eyes closed... Grandpa, grandpa lives in the halo of great grandpa..."

Tu Jian: "I think our life is too fake."

Li Boxi listened harshly, smoothed things over and said: "No, it's just that I don't need such a big halo when I put on makeup."

"Are you going to wear makeup like this for the rest of your life? Won't you come back to paint?"

Li Boxi: "...Let's talk about it later."

No matter how a person lives, it is a lifetime, and he does not want to repeat the mistakes of his father, who has been in a daze for decades. Old people asked: What did the master paint in his life? His father said in a deep way: "It's empty."

Li Boxi: "At least wait until I find out what I want to paint."

Tu Jian would ask him this question every year, but this year when he suddenly heard his tone loosen, she couldn't help but look him up and down.

Tu Jian: "Don't you wear women's clothes recently?"

"Well. I don't plan to wear it in the future."

Tu Jian: "The personal label is gone, what are you going to rely on?"

Li Boxi sighed in silence.

Tu Jian: "Oh, there is a higher pursuit. That was Cheng Ping just now, right? The kid you asked your uncle to take care of?"

Li Boxi: "Yes."

Tu Jian: "Boyfriend?"

Li Boxi didn't admit or deny this time, but just looked at her.

Tu Jian: "Where are you chasing?"

Li Boxi: "."

Tu Jian smiled: "Your uncle praised me that he is very enlightened and has made rapid progress."

Li Boxi: "Yes, he is a good actor. I want to find a movie script for him. If you have any connections, please help me pay attention."

Tu Jian laughed: "I don't want to take advantage of my parents, but I don't mind blowing that child with a hurricane of magnitude 18."

Li Boxi: "I will get lost, but he won't. He is much better than me."

Tu Jian: "Indeed. So when you like him, you feel better about yourself, right?"

Li Boxi: "..."

This woman is really scary.

Tu Jian hasn't asked the deepest part yet: "Then do you like him, or yourself who likes him?"

Li Boxi really felt uncomfortable this time: "Is it necessary to distinguish?"

Hearing his resistance, Tu Jian dusted off the cigarette ash and stopped talking: "It's up to you. Let's go."

She turned around and walked towards the restaurant, Li Boxi hurriedly chased after her: "Remember to pay attention to the script!"

Tu Jian waved his hand without looking back, expressing that he heard it.

Li Boxi sighed.

He picked a foreign show from Cheng Ping's announcement to create a chance encounter, because there are many people in China, and no one knows him here, so there is relatively a space for privacy.

Unexpectedly, I just met by chance, and my mother disrupted the plan, so I had to go looking for food alone.

At the same time, Actor Zhang also completed Tu Jian's information.

He turned to his junior with a gloomy expression: "Did you know about the relationship between Tu Jian and Li Boxi from the beginning, and deliberately brought them here to save my face?"

The younger brother was taken aback, and repeatedly assured himself that he didn't know anything about it.

Actor Zhang didn't know whether to believe it or not, and murmured: "He put Cheng Ping in his stepfather's crew and competed with my people for the position, so he doesn't take me seriously?"

That Xinhuan interjected: "Mr. Zhang, let's calm down first, Li Boxi's background..."

It's fine if he doesn't say anything, but once he said it, he stepped on Zhang Yingdi's point. Actor Zhang sneered: "With such a little background, you dare to be arrogant with me!"

The younger brother's eyelids twitched, and his gaze was lowered to stare at the ground.

After eating alone, Li Boxi wandered around casually. He was planning to find a place for afternoon tea when he suddenly received a voice invitation from Cheng Ping.

He sneered, picked it up and said, "Ask."

The other end hesitated: "Do you mind answering?"

Li Boxi also looked away: "Anyway, sooner or later, I will let you know."

Cheng Ping: "...your English name is Christopher?"

Li Baixi didn't expect the first question to be this, so he couldn't help laughing: "Yes, in fact, my Chinese name is linked to my English name. My mother is religious, and 'Boxi' is a puppet who suffers for others. She thinks it is bad luck. The name smells like **** Christ..."

Cheng Ping: "Cough. I saw an ID on the tipping list in the live broadcast room. It's the English name plus your birth year."

Li Boxi didn't expect him to even find out this, so he had to admit: "I said I'm your fan."

He intentionally let Cheng Ping know more about his past: "At that time, after class, I just stayed in the dormitory eating instant noodles and watching the live broadcast."

Cheng Ping couldn't believe it: "Instant noodles?"

"?"

Cheng Ping couldn't connect the image of a water friend who "eats instant noodles and raises an anchor" with Li Boxi: "What kind of state banquet-grade handmade noodles are you eating, brewed in snow water from Tianshan Mountains, the kind with diamonds on the rim of the bowl? "

Li Boxi was amused by this description: "No. But at that time, my mother was worried when she heard that I ate instant noodles every day, so..."

Cheng Ping: "A private cook for you?"

Li Boxi said: "Send me a pair of pure gold chopsticks, saying they are disposable and not environmentally friendly."

Cheng Ping: "...that's really a mother's love."

Cheng Ping: "No, no one has ever discovered your family by your side for so many years?"

Li Boxi: "I won't mention it. To put it bluntly, what my family members do has nothing to do with me. Being linked together makes my hands tied. Generally, I try not to go to occasions where they appear."

Cheng Ping: "But you went to the crew of a great director before, and this time you came to the show."

Li Boxi: "That's true."

Cheng Ping was silent for a longer time: "Why?"

Li Boxi laughed: "Don't you know why?"

At this moment, the phone in Cheng Ping's hand vibrated continuously, and the manager sent a series of pictures.

Cheng Ping thought for a while, kept talking to Li Boxi, and clicked a card casually. In the picture, Li Boxi is walking hand in hand with a hot model. Although they were all dressed in women's clothes, they were obviously lovers.

Although Li Boxi's previous relationships were low-key, they did not deliberately cover them up. At this moment, the agent used his relationship to check a little bit, and found the photo.

"Hello? Are you still there?" Li Boxi asked.

Cheng Ping stared at the picture, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted, but he subconsciously asked the question he had prepared before: "My famous work is also the role you want for me?"

Li Boxi didn't want to put this pressure on him, so he hurriedly said, "That's not true, I just recommended you to audition, in the end it's up to you to win the role."

However, Cheng Ping stopped listening, and continued flipping through the pictures in his hands. This time it was another beautiful woman taking a selfie with Li Boxi.

The agent sent a message: "Xiao Cheng, I called just now but I didn't answer, it shows that you are on the phone. When you are free, let's sit down and talk about this matter."

Li Boxi: "Hello? Bad signal?"

Cheng Ping: "No, I was dazzled for a while. You also rewarded my live broadcast room with more than one million yuan..."

Li Boxi: "Ah, you don't have to take this to heart. I have tipped many people, but I just like watching you play games."

The blood on Cheng Ping's face faded little by little. Staring at the picture in front of him, he asked, "That's all?"

Hearing that the direction was wrong, Li Boxi vaguely smelled the smell of a pit.

But he had already decided to be as honest as possible with Cheng Ping, so he answered truthfully: "It was like this at that time."

"I see." At this moment, Cheng Ping's thinking could no longer function normally, and he hung up the call hastily after finding a reason.

Li Boxi's last low voice echoed in his ears, and he stared at the darkened phone screen in confusion.

Li Boxi couldn't figure it out, and he didn't intend to think about it behind closed doors. So the next day, he went directly to Cheng Ping's magazine shooting site.

The shooting location for this shoot is near the show, so there are stars taking photos in the front, back, left, and right, each with their own styles, without interfering with each other.

Li Boxi came uninvited according to the time and place on the announcement, and found that the on-site equipment was lined up, but Cheng Ping hadn't stood in front of the camera, but was negotiating with the person in charge of the magazine.

Li Boxi walked over as if nothing had happened, and Cheng Ping's team had very subtle expressions when they first saw him. He was as steady as an old dog, and greeted his agent calmly: "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Just as the manager was about to deny it, the new makeup artist saw the idol and exclaimed, "Ms. Li, we meet again!"

Li Boxi then walked over in a logical manner. Cheng Ping turned his head and saw him, his face changed, and he avoided it.

The corner of Li Baixi's mouth sank slightly. The new makeup artist was heartless and pulled him back with a bitter face: "Damn, the person in charge of this magazine is very troublesome. He didn't appoint a makeup artist, so Brother Cheng brought me here. After I finished applying, they said that the makeup was not what they wanted." style... Teacher Li, do you have a look?"

Li Boxi turned to Cheng Ping, who was not far or near, and pretended to observe: "It's pretty good, what style do they want?"

"It is said to highlight a little personality."

"Mind if I make a little change?"

"I don't mind, I don't mind, I'm about to be killed by them, you go."

Li Boxi waited for her words, and immediately walked towards Cheng Ping. Before he could dodge again, he directly grabbed his wrist, but he didn't exert any force on it, just hung it loosely, and said in a low voice: "Excuse me." speak one step at a time."

Cheng Ping: "..."

The team's rented car was parked nearby, with a makeup artist's kit on the seat. Li Boxi took Cheng Ping and sat directly in the back seat. As soon as the car door was closed, the glass covered with film cut off the view from the outside.

Only then did Li Boxi turn around: "We are running out of time, and you will be returning home tomorrow."

Cheng Ping: "..." Here it is again, this ambiguous way of speaking.

Li Boxi: "You seemed to be in a bad mood during the phone call yesterday, and you didn't reply to my message after you hung up. Is there some misunderstanding?"

Cheng Ping was not used to Li Boxi who was so straightforward. But for him, such a completely thoughtless communication was so refreshing that he was almost out of inertia and said straight to the point: "It's not a misunderstanding, it's just that I haven't thought about how to face you for a while."

Li Boxi: "?"

Cheng Ping: "You have helped me a lot. Not to mention anything else, just that one casting made me a famous film, and I also met a great director and Mr. Lu. There are so many popular makeup looks ...Maybe it's just a small effort for you, but I really can't pay back."

Li Boxi frowned: "Why do you have to pay it back?"

Cheng Ping lowered his head: "Why not? You can't take it for granted just because you have been your favorite anchor—not to mention, you are only one of the anchors."

Li Boxi understood.

Li Boxi understood completely.

He looked at the unconcealed unwillingness and loss on the face of the young man in front of him, and the seeds that had been waiting in his heart for a long time suddenly broke through the ground and soared into the sky.

"So," Cheng Ping wanted to find something cruel but couldn't bear it, he picked and picked for a long time, and finally stumbled, "If you just like watching me play games, that period has passed for a long time, please don't treat me again... That's great."

Li Boxi keenly captured the key word: "That's it?"

Cheng Ping: "...um."

Li Boxi: "I understand."

He seemed to have tacitly agreed that the matter had been discussed, so he calmed down and looked at Cheng Ping's makeup: "Well, this grooming can indeed be changed."

Cheng Ping was stunned.

Li Boxi seems to have really put aside the chores and started to concentrate on changing her makeup.

Cheng Ping's heart seemed to have been pierced with a huge hole, howling and leaking.

Can't wait for denial, can't ask for response. He couldn't even put on a suitable expression, he let Li Boxi hold his face and paint it blankly.

Ridiculous.

It's ridiculous, Cheng Ping. This is already the second time, I've been tempted by the wrong person in my own way. Don't have a third time in this life.

Li Boxi completely ignored the violently fluctuating emotions in Cheng Ping's eyes. He didn't seem to notice the oppressive atmosphere in the car. He finished changing his makeup calmly, looked him up and down, and commented: "It's really a little bit less personality."

As he said that, he turned around, bent down to fiddle with something in the cosmetic bag, and asked casually: "Did the person in charge of the magazine tell you their main style?"

Cheng Ping said numbly, "I don't remember."

Li Boxi didn't take it seriously: "Well, looking at your overall look, it seems to be a **** style, maybe you can find some echoes in your makeup."

Cheng Ping finally saw clearly what Li Boxi was up to. He was actually applying lipstick to the mirror.

Even if Cheng Ping's heart is in a mess at the moment, he can't help but devote a little energy to be responsible for the confusion.

Li Boxi concentrated on applying a layer of bright red on his lips, turned around and stared at Cheng Ping for a few seconds: "Let's try it."

The ending sound disappeared into Cheng Ping's deafening heartbeat.

Li Boxi approached from half the side, his long hair covered his face, blocking his vision.

In the darkness and chaos, there was only each other's breathing and the loose scent of each other's hair.

The century-long seconds shambled past.

Finally, Li Boxi let him go, lowered his head to admire the half-out-of-frame bright red imprint on his lips, finally hooked the corners of his lips, and said with satisfaction: "This is much better. ^1

Cheng Ping: "..."

Cheng Ping: "..."

Facing this stone sculpture that looked like Cheng Ping, Li Boxi patiently waited for it to hatch.

After a long time, the stone carving finally cracked: "You..."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, someone knocked on the car window.

The new makeup artist stood outside the car and said with a bitter face, "Brother Cheng, the magazine has urged you."

Through the glass, she couldn't see what was inside. There was silence in the car for a while, and before she could speak again, Cheng Ping pushed the door out and said expressionlessly, "Thank you."

The new makeup artist's first reaction was to look at Cheng Ping's face, wanting to observe and learn from Li Boxi's makeup.

At this glance, I found the bright lip print.

The position of the lip print did not overlap perfectly with his lips, but there was a subtle offset. One corner of the lips is lacking in color, but the other side has a touch of romantic red, which seems to have just picked up the fragrance of a beautiful woman and borrowed the lively color from her vermilion lips.

Lip prints became the finishing touch of the whole set of makeup, coupled with Cheng Ping's outfit, the image of a **** suddenly became clear.

The new makeup artist was amazed, and then studied the shape and texture of the lip print, the more she looked at it, the more it seemed fake.

Cheng Ping had already walked to the shooting location, the makeup artist was behind, suddenly had a bold guess, and turned his head to look at Li Boxi.

Li Boxi also got out of the car, his lips were as clean as when he first arrived, without wiping anything.

Makeup artist: "Well, Teacher Li..."

Li Boxi: "?"

Makeup artist: "That's right, that hickey makeup, how did you..."

Li Boxi smiled and said, "Technology."

During this day's filming, Cheng Ping was out of his mind the whole time.

The appearance is obviously suave and suave, but the whole person is like a marionette, with limbs rigidly at the mercy of the photographer.

However, the strange thing is that his drunken flushed face and complex expressions full of thoughts happened to neutralize the profligacy of his appearance, making him not only not greasy, but affectionate, like a Romeo who just fell in love.

The magazine side was quite satisfied, and didn't even notice where Cheng Ping was looking.

— Li Boxi mingled aggressively in Cheng Ping's team, standing aside with his hands in his pockets, watching with confidence.

The manager is not blind, just looking at that lip print has already set off the tenth alarm.

At this moment, the scene was full of undercurrents, ready to emerge. Standing between the two of them, the manager felt as if he was standing on the cusp of a torrential flood, being beaten up and down.

If the team's probing eyes can be turned into reality, Li Boxi has already been tied into a hedgehog.

He took his hand out of his pocket, and stood more and more gracefully facing these gazes, standing upright like a weaver girl.

broker:"…"

The moment Li Boxi kissed Cheng Ping's lips, he knew he was on a road of no return.

But unexpectedly, he was in an extremely happy mood at that time, and even had a feeling of being brought back to life. It seemed that Cheng Ping was not dyed the spiritual color by him, but by Cheng Pingdu.

Everyone—possibly even including Cheng Ping—thought that his makeup change today had been planned for a long time. Only he himself knew that when the lip marks fell, he was no less surprised than the other party.

That was an improvisation.

He could improvise.

Although it is still a semi-propositional composition, although it is based on other people's transformation. But this time, he really felt some kind of aura.

Li Boxi looked at Cheng Ping with red lips in front of the camera, like a craftsman with great ambitions looking at the statue he has carved out.

Stupid craftsmen don't know how to practice Zen or get enlightened, they just chisel stones day after day. The **** reshaped the golden body from the stone, smiled at him, and he immediately ascended to bliss.

As soon as the filming ended, the manager immediately said, "They've been filming for too long, we have to catch a plane now. Teacher Li, goodbye."

Li Boxi still has work in New York in two days, so he can only bid farewell.

Manager: "Xiao Cheng, get in the car."

Cheng Ping glanced at Li Boxi again, hesitating in his steps.

Under the urging of the team, he took a few steps towards the car and turned around suddenly: "Wait for me for a minute."

Without waiting for other people to stop him, he broke away from the team and rushed to Li Boxi: "Let's talk a few words." After saying this, he grabbed him and walked towards a place where there was no one.

Naturally, Li Boxi would not object, and followed his will.

Cheng Ping walked to a place where no one was around, grabbed Li Boxi's lapel with one hand like lightning, and asked through gritted teeth, "What was that just now?"

Li Boxi: "..."

Cheng Ping stared slightly, with an expression of "If you dare to say it's for work, I'll beat your face on the spot".

Li Boxi thought: ...so spicy.

It's hard to imagine his lips being that soft.

Li Boxi raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but he asked indifferently, "What do you think?"

Cheng Ping paused, his eyes were about to burst into flames: "You want to find someone to play with?"

Li Boxi was stunned. He guessed that Cheng Ping had some doubts about his seriousness, but he didn't expect the other party to think like this.

Li Boxi finally put away his smile, and said seriously: "No."

Cheng Ping stared at his face, not seeing any flaws for the time being.

A car waiting in the distance blew its horn.

Li Boxi heard it and said, "You go to catch the plane first, we will contact you on the phone."

Cheng Ping stepped back and got into the car.

Li Boxi walked behind slowly for a while, watching the car go away. The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Cheng Ping had already sent a message: "?"

Li Boxi replied while walking: "?"

In the car, Cheng Ping's face darkened when he saw the reply.

The agent saw his expression as if he had just quarreled, and he really didn't understand what tricks they were playing: "Xiao Cheng, I said before that I wanted to talk to you..."

Cheng Ping said violently, "Don't talk to me now."

He is poking the keyboard vigorously: "?????????"

He stared at the phone and waited for half a minute, Li Boxi finally sent another sentence: "Isn't it too abrupt?"

Cheng Ping: "Yes."

Li Boxi laughed lowly.

On the way back to the hotel, he glanced around the corner, saw a poster of a Broadway musical, and typed out his lines imitating the stage: "Although I started off with offense, I still want to ask, can I Pursue you?"

Cheng Ping's complexion changed so richly that it has reached the level of Sichuan Opera.

Cheng Ping didn't reply for a long time.

Li Boxi waited patiently.

He felt that he was so calm that he was almost despicable, but he was holding the phone too hard, and his knuckles were trembling slightly.

While waiting, Li Boxi went all the way back to the hotel room. He sat down at the computer desk, looked around, and finally took out the paper and pen prepared by the hotel for guests from the drawer.

When he picked up the pen, his mind was completely empty, and he let the tip of the pen wander on the paper according to his own will.

When this draft was about to be finished, the screen of the mobile phone placed aside finally turned on.

Cheng Ping sent a word: "Okay."

Li Boxi dropped his pen and picked up his phone, unable to guess the other person's expression at the moment, so he asked again: "Are you at the airport? Is it time to board the plane?"

Cheng Ping didn't reply again, it seems that the phone has been shut down.

During the ten-hour flight, Cheng Ping hardly fell asleep.

As soon as he landed, he turned on his phone, and Li Boxi's news was already waiting for him: "Let me know when you get home."

Sent half an hour ago.

Cheng Ping glanced at the time, it was evening in China and early morning in New York.

Cheng Ping: "You get up so early?"

Li Boxi: "Set the alarm clock."

Cheng Ping rejected the team dinner invitation, hurried back to his residence, took a shower, ran to the computer and sent a video invitation.

The other end was quickly connected, and Li Boxi was sitting in the hotel room, obviously just out of the bath, with his face up to the sky and his hair still steaming. Li Boxi without makeup looks a little more masculine than when he was wearing makeup, but he looks a few years younger.

The two people looked at each other across the Pacific Ocean, each felt that this moment was both unreal and real, and they didn't know what to say to start.

In the end, it was Li Boxi who spoke first: "Have you decided what drama you want to take on?"

Cheng Ping: "..."

This is too businesslike.

In fact, Cheng Ping had a stomach full of questions, all of which he came up with on the plane. For example: When did you fall in love with me? How did you go from being an e-sports fan to what you are now? How can you be so nice to someone when you have no other thoughts? Do you really know the line between that kind of like and this kind of like?

But it wasn't until he faced Li Boxi that he realized that he couldn't ask a single word.

Because—this was also slowly figured out on the plane—he felt that Li Boxi didn't want to hear the questions, and he himself didn't want to hear the answers.

Cheng Ping: "I haven't thought about it yet. I haven't received any good books yet."

Li Boxi: "I made a little idea."

There was a rustling sound from the other end, and Li Boxi showed a stack of sketches to the camera: "Look, you have already acted in ancient costumes, but last time it was a supporting role. You might as well challenge it again in the future. This kind of scholar Dressing up is very suitable for you. Dressing up in the Republic of China is also good...You can still try campus themes while you are young, and it won’t look like it in a few years. But campus dressing up is useless for me.”

Cheng Ping choked on the stack of manuscript papers.

Li Boxi: "What?"

Cheng Ping: "Nothing. What are the next few pictures?"

Li Boxi: "Scribbled, the feasibility is not high."

Cheng Ping: "I want to see it."

Li Boxi smiled viciously, turned it out and showed it to him: "Court evening dress, do you want to try it? My family really has it in stock."

Cheng Ping: "..."

The corner of Cheng Ping's mouth twitched: "You look like a little girl now, changing clothes for a doll."

However, when he looked at the sketches of himself in profile, looking up and down, frowning or smiling, he felt that there was no need to force answers to those questions.

He may not even be so familiar with his own face.

"I've been painted so nicely that I don't even look like it." He whispered in disgust.

Li Boxi replied again: "That's how you look."

They chatted for a long time, so long that Cheng Ping finished his dinner and supper in front of the camera, and Li Boxi took care of his lunch.

Under Cheng Ping's questioning, Li Boxi told a few wonderful stories about his wonderful parents, and Cheng Ping shook with laughter. Li Boxi asked about Cheng Ping's family without any trace.

Cheng Ping: "Very ordinary."

Li Boxi: "Can an ordinary family raise a child who is admitted to film school and then drops out to play e-sports?"

He intends to find out clearly in advance, so that he can attack Cheng Ping's family in the future.

Unexpectedly, when Cheng Ping talked about this matter, his face was cold: "It's really ordinary, and the conditions are also average. It's just that I was not expected to study since I was a child, but they still hope that their children will become a dragon."

When Cheng Ping was studying, he was rebellious and playful, often skipped class to play games, and his grades were always mediocre. His parents found that he had no hope of being admitted to a prestigious school, so they had to find another way out.

He is good-looking, and was dragged to shoot an advertisement when he was in elementary school. Inspired by this, his parents desperately sent him to various body and talent classes, hoping that he could enter the film school.

Cheng Ping hated all courses at that time, and the more he was pushed, the more rebellious he became, and he seized every opportunity to play games. It is also God's will, he has never shown any extraordinary talent in other areas, but he is a genius in playing games. He was spotted by a certain club in junior high school and invited him to try out at the youth training camp in the summer.

Cheng Ping's family background is quite average, and his parents are already devastated in order to pay for his various expensive courses. So he made up a free summer camp organized by the school, successfully deceived his parents, and slipped to the youth training camp for a whole summer vacation.

He was like a fish in water in all kinds of training, and experienced the feeling of being among the best for the first time.

However, when the summer vacation was about to end, his parents finally found out the truth, came to the door, and dragged him back in front of his teammates, almost breaking his leg.

Li Boxi: "No, have you explained to them that e-sports is a legitimate industry?"

Cheng Ping: "I explained, but they only believe in their own arrangements. They want to make connections and find opportunities for me, and put me in various crews to make soy sauce. I think they are really hard..."

Li Boxi: "Just follow their wishes?"

Cheng Ping glanced at him and lowered his head sullenly: "No, the main reason is that I felt guilty at that time. I realized my orientation."

Li Boxi: "..."

Teenagers who feel unable to face their parents can only make up for it by following their wishes. He gave up the game, tried his best to pass various assessments, and then on the day he received the admission letter, he mustered up the courage to come out to his parents.

Li Boxi: "And then?"

Cheng Ping was silent for a while, then shrugged: "After that, I won't communicate much."

Li Boxi: "???"

It took Cheng Ping's parents a while, and they were forced to recognize the fact that there was no cure for his disease. So they slowly cut off contact with him.

Cheng Ping couldn't figure it out, and was depressed for a while. His way of venting is still playing games.

The original club still remembered him, and just happened to undergo a blood change, so they asked him if he was still interested.

This time, he asked his parents for their opinions. However, the parents, contrary to their earnest attitude before, wanted to be as casual as possible, and just said: "You are old enough to make up your own mind, just don't starve to death."

Only then did he know that his mother had been pregnant with a younger brother for several months.

They didn't even notify him.

For so many years, Cheng Ping suppressed his temper and silently obeyed his parents' arrangement, just because their starting point was to love him. However, those strong loves full of blood and tears turned around only by coming out of the closet once.

Now they love his younger brother, they still love him so much, and they love him as much as a mountain.

Cheng Ping: "He seems to be in elementary school now. He needs to attend various advanced classes and ask for money. I send money to them regularly."

Li Boxi: "...Have you met my younger brother?"

Cheng Ping: "I've seen it once or twice."

Rao Li Boxi is as steady as an old dog, and took some time to prepare his words: "Well, we are quite alike... I also have younger brothers and sisters who are in their teens, and I can't even remember their names. When I decided to change my career, my parents didn't care. .”

Cheng Ping: "Because they love you. I knew it when Ms. Tu stood up for you in the restaurant yesterday."

Li Boxi could not refute.

His parents' laissez-faire to him was of a different nature from Cheng Ping's parents.

Even if his life choices are all slapping them in the face, they are not angry, but try to help him as much as possible. There is a bit of guilt in this, but the love is also real.

Li Boxi didn't know how to comfort Cheng Ping, so he could only change the subject: "By the way, Ms. Tu