we're divorced, ok? (entertainment circle)

chapter 33 chill

Evening back is ordered to send in, the hotel's meals are made by the super chef,



so the taste is quite good, Zhou Han has not eaten such a good meal for a long time, in fact, he used to eat very picky, do not eat garlic do not eat onions do not eat animal offal, do not eat shell not eat fishy salty do not eat anything very cooked outside.
He was much more thankful that Song Yuxi had kicked him out of the house, only to change the young man's illness, and now eat everything delicious, not to mention such delicious
food.
But he noticed that Song had not eaten
much.
"Are you too bad to
eat?" I made the meal you feel bad, even if the super chef made, you also think it is difficult to eat?
"No, I just don't have an

appetite."
He finished with a expressionless addition, "The food you cooked was
delicious." "It's



the same thing you've eaten." Zhou Han disdainful white glance, thanks to his own specially learned cooking for him, the result of his own cooking he did not even look at a look.
"I ate
it." Song Shixi bowed his head, still no emotion.
"You... you're not going to
be Did you eat it? when? Zhou Han carefully recalled, the impression that Song Yuxi really did not eat his cooked rice.
"I stole it in the middle of the
night... A few mouthfuls.
Zhou Han stared at his face, looking at his slightly embarrassed expression, and instantly his brain made up a

pair? Song Jixi climbed up in the middle of the night and crept to open the refrigerator like a thief, looking around, found that no one noticed him, and secretly carefully clamped a piece of meat in the refrigerator into his mouth? picture.
But this is only brain supplement, he should not be so germination, is certainly expressionless open the refrigerator, faceless clip a piece of meat into the
mouth.
But Zhou Han found another problem, "You are not not all home, can make up like a
little?" "I



actually, I did come back, but I didn't let you know."
He continued, "When you fall asleep, you'll be
back."
"Then you'll go before you wake

up."
"Most of the time, sometimes you stay
outside."
Zhou Han and sandwiched the dishes, put the letter into the mouth, "You really no one outside, there is no one in the
hotel?" "No, I don't come back, just to hide from you..."



This explanation, listening to than not listening to also uncomfortable, Zhou Han found that their meals are not fragrant, so sex will not eat, lost chopsticks ran to the nest sofa to play mobile phone.




Song Yuxi put the scraps of the soup packed, the brush of the swing all clean, meticulous, took the script to the sofa to sit down, "Since you want to take this play, you have a good
preparation."
"It's only three days from next Monday, and it's time to prepare for the character feeling that you're on a poor footing and the character is going too

hard."
"So you're still boasting about me against your will, don't you just want to hold my hand and step on me
again?" Zhou Han stared at the phone and said, "I'm not good at it."
"As far as you're concerned, it's okay for a new guy to play that
show."
"I think you're talented, at least not in my first
game."
"Do I have talent, I don't feel it myself."
ZZhou Han still thinks he is lying to himself.
Song Shixi turned the script, faint back to him, "your presence ability is good, I think give you three years, the film emperor should not be a
problem."
Zhou Han was lying on the sofa, listening to him say immediately sit up, "You this cake painting can be a little big, I can't bear, besides, want to be a movie emperor don't have to be held, you think everyone is as lucky as you, there is a silly x rich second-generation wife willing to hold

you?"
Song Jixi of course knew that he was taunting himself outside the words of the ungrateful white-eyed wolf, nor with him to continue to tangle, but with a pen began to write and draw on the

script.
Zhou Han looks as if he is not writing something, he seems to be drawing something, and the painting is quite
serious.
After watching it for a few minutes, he found that he seemed to be drawing the characters of the first act, including action, expression, and
beauty.
"You can draw even
more!"
"You don't want to be lectured."
Song Shixi side painting side to tell him, "so you can accept some, if you do not understand the picture, the play also do not have to play."
Zhou Han looked at his painting method and pen is not like a zero-based person, asked him, "Are you, learned?"

Song



said, "Is learned, art test time in addition to performance, but also applied for music and art dance and broadcast host."



not... You're all in the exam, aren't you?
"Yes, and then the generals

pass." <
So non-human, Zhou Han always thought he was just a talented performer, did not expect other aspects also hate
people.
"I didn't know I could be an actor
before." Song continued to draw, telling him for the first time about his past, "... Purely the culture class is too bad, go to learn art.
Zhou Han was more surprised, "I always thought you were a schoolmaster!"

Does the Peking University School of Drama value cultural lessons?
"I'm a special

case."
"What's the special
case?" Zhou Han before really did not take the initiative to understand Song Yuxi, do not know how he used to mix the First Beijing opera. "I took all the art schools in Beijing once, after all, in addition to performance, art score is also quite high, would like to go to Beijing Mei,



but the principal of Beijing Opera specifically came to me, said I was very suitable to be an actor, and Bai Jiuru also happened to be admitted to that school, I and he ..." Song Jixi suddenly found accidentally mentioned an unspeotted name,

I stopped talking and didn't go on.
"To say to go is to qingmei bamboo horse white moonlight to go to the Beijing opera ah - " Zhou Han smiled and nodded, "the line, very good,
great!" "The



talented man, born perfect!"
Although Song Seung-hee knew that he accidentally mentioned him, but he found almost every time he mentioned Zhou Han will be angry, he saw Zhou Han stood up to go, he pulled him to ask, "You are
... jealous? "Can



you not make your own sentimental, I simply do not want to read the script, this thing is not the last day I will not see, you even draw a picture I do not see!" Zhou Han tried to say very calm, and firmly told himself that he was not jealous. Ｙ。 Ｕ。 Ｘ。 ＩＩ。
"But every time I mention him, you get angry.
"
Zhou Han continued to smile and said, "I am so happy so happy expression, where do you see I am
angry?" Song Stopped talking, but dragged him back into his



arms, "I really don't love him, I just..." "Do you want to say I love only?"



Zhou Han in his arms, suddenly can not laugh out, how bitter the heart.
"Song Yuxi, you a month ago clearly told me that you will not love me in your life, you for him to choke my throat, throw me on the ground, insult me trampled on me
... I remember it



well..." The



unforgivable past was indeed what he had said, and it hurtful, he knew.
"You've been doing it all day, and you're going to stop for a moment at night, and you're going to do it
tomorrow?" Zhou Han pushed him away to the bedroom. But Song Seung-hee did not want him to go,



he stopped Zhou Han from behind again in his arms, "I did not play..." "Then what have you said, and what?"


"I..." He actually wanted to explain, but the words in his mouth mean no, there seems to be no room for
explanation.
Zhou Han thought he would say something, the result waited half a minute he just hugged himself, said nothing, so impatiently asked him, "What are you going to do, want to sleep I
am?" BBut



Song Se-hee heard him say so, but let go of his hands, hands down the moment, heard the footsteps without hesitation away from the sound.
He stood still, but heard a "bang" and Zhou Han forcefully closed the bedroom
door.
I don't know how long I've been standing in place, so long it seems time has solidified.

Unable to control his hand to touch a cigarette point, he slowly sat back on the sofa, staring at the script he had just drawn for a long time, but he did not have any anxiety, he was not reading the script at
all.
A long time later, he got up again to dim the crystal chandelier in the room, and then silently walked to a
mirror.
He was still caught in the smoke, in the dim environment, not even the smoke, only a little little
Mars.
He smoked a cigarette, stroked the little strawberry on his collarbone in the mirror, then picked up the cigarette butt and pressed it in the
position.
The faint sting came from the skin until the whole cigarette was put out, and he took the cigarette butt away and looked at the dark red strawberry in the mirror and turned it bright
red.
He lit a second cigarette and pressed it up again, continuing to deepen the
scar.
He also did not know what he was doing, always feel that doing so, the heart will be better, he hoped that this scar will never be good, always remind himself, once hurt a so love their own
people.
He repeated the action until blood winded down from the scar and landed on his neckline.

"I hurt you so
much... Let you come back. But



how also, perhaps he did not even want to return the desire, such as this red mark, clearly he can use the strength to bite, let oneself hurt, the result even the skin did not bite.
I once said, "I'd rather you still hated me than you forgot
me." Because



hate at least want to want to retaliate, but also remember that person, and forget, is like him, no wave no trace no love no hate.
He walked back silently back to the sofa, one after another smoking, all sleepless simply can not sleep, do not know how long to sit, suddenly feel a bone-chilling
chill.
Mingming is about to enter summer, or in the south, why is it so
cold?
It's colder than the
north.
He thought for a moment, struggling for a long time, and finally got up to pinch the cigarette, can not help but shake the bedroom doorknob.

Zhou Cold sleep does not lock the door, he knows, because before he came back in the middle of the night, will sneak in to cover him quilt, Zhou Cold sleep is not honest, like to kick quilt.

At the moment he crept into the room, which was dark, but the cold on the bed was clearly asleep and very snoozy.

Lie carefully in bed, for fear of waking him up, and then gently hold him in his arms from behind him, so that he sticks to his chest and feels his scorching
temperature.
It was so warm that it dispelled the chill all over his body in an
instant.