C77 (2/2)

But sometimes, maybe for the rest of your life, you can't be sure. Do you really know him?

Touching his chest, he asked himself: Is he for real?

Sometimes, the other side's change was even greater than his return from Korea, making you completely doubt whether he was him or not.

At least, if I wanted to, I'd probably have to get to know Miao again.

Of course, if they were unwilling, they could be ignored.

However, today's matter is a bit special, I still want to ask Lan Hua, what exactly does she mean.

Maybe I really should get to know her again.

Otherwise, he would stumble and fall in the future.

”I'm not too sure either.” Ran Hua thought for a while before replying slowly.

With the school bag on his back, it looked very funny. He felt that people in their thirties were carrying their children to high school, which made them seem so much stranger than those young people in Hong Kong movies.

”Tell me what you think.” I nod my head. As an outsider, how can I possibly know what the person involved wants to do?

Lan Hua looked at me and put out the half-smoked cigarette.

Smoking is strictly prohibited in the teaching building, but I don't think a very old student like him will be able to handle it.

Now that he had put out the cigarette, he probably had a plan in mind. He slowly told me, ”I heard that Director Yin will be investing in a young idol drama soon. He is currently taking part in a large scale auditions of the male and female lead. Miao seems to have gone to try it out.”

Oh? There was actually such a thing?

I looked at Ran Hua doubtfully. How did he know about this kind of news?

Jean Hua looked at me sideways, then stared at the small garden in a daze, and said dreamily in the shadow of Guangyulan: ”Don't trust anyone so easily. You … I know more or less. Although you seem very calm now, there are many things behind it that you can't escape. For example, the matter regarding Miao Miao... I … ”Some friends …”

Ran Hua wrinkled his brows, his hands nervously digging at the railing, hesitating. He didn't know if it was because he didn't want to dig out the painful memories in his heart, or if he didn't want to tell me something that wasn't calm.

The sun was blocked by the vast jade orchid, and the depressing feeling on his body grew more distinct.

I took a few deep breaths. Actually, I felt it too, but I didn't want to think too much about it.

Many times, he wished that he was still a child. Even if his life wasn't very good, he would still be relatively calm.

He didn't have to worry about how many things he had to take care of, nor did he have to take responsibility.

You can be willful and get into a ruckus and throw a tantrum.

Although sometimes it feels good to grow up and be able to choose one's own path, but …

Shaking his head, how could he choose to answer such a question? Since he couldn't choose, what did he want it to do?

Looking at him, he must have his reasons. I nodded and whispered, ”Brian is actually your friend, not a classmate?”

Yue Hua turned her head, looking at me, then looked up at the sky, looking at the clouds, and her face gradually brightened up.

He nodded and smiled, ”He is a rare friend, I believe in him. I only heard about what happened today. Miao wants to be the heroine. As you know, she has always wanted to apply for an art school, be a host or an actor or something in the future. But choosing the main character was very difficult. So she might want to ask you for help. ”

”Oh? How can I help you? ” I laughed too.

At first, he thought it was Liao Liang's family matter.

How many times, when the two of them had joined hands, had I been beaten black and blue; I was still afraid.

Who would have thought that there would be something even more outrageous?

Ask, ”What youth idol drama? How can I 'help' Miao Miao? ”

Of course, none of us would have believed that Miao Miao was prepared to formally plead with me.

Everyone knows what happened to Liao Liang's father last time. I definitely won't go beg Yin Yijie.

Besides, a feast had been set up in the garden. She didn't 'want' my help, did she?

Ran Hua shrugged, whistled, winked at me, and returned to his normal appearance, ”I heard that the plot …. It was a rich girl who wanted to die in Lugu Lake and met a dying painter who drew an absolutely beautiful painting of her.

Ran Hua continued, ”The two of them acted randomly. It turned out that the painter was a fraud or something. I don't know the details. As for the seedlings … I … ”I heard that she was shooting something to coerce you or Director Yin, just so that she could get the female lead.”

Take what? Shoot me what?

What did I get photographed?

I looked doubtfully at Lan Hua. ”Could it be that I've watched too many movies and was planning on making me take nude photos or something?” I muttered to myself.

Err … Disgusting! Thinking of … It didn't seem right.

Thinking about the brown down jacket and the actions of the seedlings, uh … Oh my god!

Don't tell me you want to force yourself on me?

They didn't know I had something with me? You still want to hit the nail on the head?

Or do you have another plan? My equipment is already very backward, and everyone knows it? Terrifying, terrifying, terrifying!

The more he looked at Ran Hua, the more he felt afraid. Originally, a harmonious society was like the sun. Although it illuminated the earth, it would occasionally be blocked by the beautiful Hibiscus Mutabilis, and it would also leave behind some shadows?

Why is it that even a dancers with such bright sunshine would have a time to smoke and dress in such a deep manner?

In that case, I am still quite dangerous, like the family of a lot of rich and powerful merchants who are constantly facing all kinds of dangers?

Is there a need for a few bodyguards, or plainclothes?

I'm going to faint, what the heck are you doing!

Jean Hua looked at me, jumped up and did a dance, kicked the railing with his foot, causing it to shake. He raised his eyebrows and laughed, ”I might not use nude photos.” But just hugging and kissing you is enough to blow the whistle. Or if he took another step forward, he might explode with anger. Who doesn't know in school, Director Yin cares so much about you … ”

Go to hell! I looked at him in disdain before turning around to leave. A young man with dog's blood had done such a disgusting thing. Then there was the nervous Ran Hua, who wanted to drag Yin Yijie along with him. Was it wrong for my guardian to care for me? It wouldn't be legal to not care, a bunch of lunatics!

Lan Lan didn't care about my anger at all. She said as if nothing had happened, ”I wasn't just joking. There are plenty of things that make you dizzy or temporarily untidy. You … Be careful. Any food, handkerchief or perfume, can all be dangerous … ”

Yes, I've heard of this before. If you have any drugs, just put them in your handkerchief or your cigarette. Thus, not only was he not allowed to talk to strangers, he was also not allowed to walk too close to them. Just now … Miao Miao was so determined to treat me to a sweet meal that she didn't even want to eat a spicy one. Could it be that she had already made up her mind? Then, would I have to stay away from her in the future?

The footsteps were a bit heavy, as if they were following the ground with their feet. It was a tired gesture when I came downstairs, or was it the boredom of him hanging around behind me?

I didn't care. Just a little absent-minded. If I don't trust anyone according to his words, then what should I do? Like Belikov, putting himself in a trap?

Some people are loners, they are like hermit crabs or snails, they always want to hide in their shells … Perhaps this was a kind of atavism, which was to return to the Ancient Era, when the ancestors of humans were not yet like animals that lived in groups, but lived alone in their own caves … His name is Belikov... What made him different was that whenever he went out, even if the weather was good, he always put on a pair of overshoes and an umbrella, and he always put on a warm cotton coat. His umbrella was in a case, his pocket watch in a gray deerskin case, and sometimes he would take out his pocketknife and sharpen his pencil, and the knife would be in a case. Even his face seemed to be in a suit, because he always hid his face in his upturned collar. He wore dark glasses and a flannelette and had cotton stuffed in his ears. Whenever he took a cab, he would tell the coachman to put up the hood. All in all, this man always had an irresistible desire to wrap himself in a shell and make himself a so-called snare, so that he could be isolated from the outside world. Real life made him sad and frightened, and made him uneasy all day long. Perhaps to justify his own cowardice, his aversion to reality, he always praised the past and what he had never had. Even the ancient languages he taught were in fact the equivalent of his overshoes and umbrellas, where he could hide from reality.

The phone rang, looking for me.

I smiled. Time to go home. As for this matter … Heh, not yet. Reality, I can only face it, I won't put myself into a trap; I will face it bravely, with my family …