Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet - Chapter 89

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What is Jiangzicheng made of?

—Jiang Zicheng is made up of superpowers, cleverness, and cold jokes that mess up the atmosphere in one second.

It should be a warm and full recognition link. Jiang Zicheng’s brain was short-circuited and sang a Tuhi song. Not only did he fail to make Mr. Xie happy, but it also made the folds between the man’s eyebrows deeper and deeper.

Seeing the storm is coming, Jiang Zicheng finally got its IQ online once, and hurriedly committed his crimes: “Xie Beiwang, I’m sorry. You have been looking for me for so long, but my scumbag has forgotten you. Now I have everything. I think of it now, oh oh oh oh, whether you hit me or scold me, I will never hide!!”

While spitting at himself, Jiang Zicheng struggling to climb Xie Beiwang with his limbs, greasy, like a gummy stick on his body.

This afternoon, all Jiang Zicheng thought about was Xie Beiwang. He recalled everything from the reunion of the two, and found that the man had indeed given him a lot of hints, but Jiangzicheng was like a tower that failed to receive the signal, and passed the truth every time.

An eight-year-old child forgets his sexuality, and the little friends who have been together every day may forget it, let alone a country brother who has only been together for just a month? But Xie Beiwang was about to go to high school at that time. Jiang Zicheng stayed in his memory for 16 years. I don’t know what mood he used to say the phrase “fortunately meeting” on the day of the reunion?

Jiang Zicheng gave up, and he recognized how Xie Beiwang would punish him!

The man put his arm around Jiang Zicheng’s waist with his backhand and his **** with the other hand, as if he was hugging a koala, he hugged this extra-large human-shaped pillow from the sofa in the living room to the direction of the bedroom. .

Jiang Zicheng: “…Big brother, speak well, don’t you do it…TAT”

Xie Beiwang smiled slightly: “Don’t you like to sing? Why don’t you sing in another place.”

…

Let us listen to Jiang Zicheng’s call together, “Slow down, my waist will be broken, Xie Beiwang, you are not a human!”

Let us listen to Xie Beiwang’s call together, “Don’t cry, hold me tight, if it’s uncomfortable, Chengcheng, you bite my shoulder.”

This night, Xie Beiwang alone took on the task of an entire symphony orchestra: sometimes, he was the conductor, responsible for controlling the rhythm of the entire music, sometimes fierce and vigorous, sometimes gentle and lingering; sometimes, he would become the lead pianist, With his fingers flying on the keyboard, his fingertips sliding across the white and delicate keys, his superb skills are amazing; sometimes, he became the chief violinist again, holding the bow in one hand and pulling it left and right, while the other hand gently twiddled and picked. The sound of the piano is melodious, as if it can penetrate into the soul and reach the deepest part of the body.

This night, Jiang Zicheng sang honestly all night.

He sang until his voice was hoarse, and in the end, only aggrieved cries were left.

…

When I woke up, the sun was already high. The temperature in the house was just right, and the sun sprinkled warmly on the bed, awakening a pair of loving birds in the love nest.

Jiang Zicheng opened his eyes in a daze and found that Xie Beiwang was leaning on the bedside, looking at a few pages of paper.

A familiar tin box was placed on the quilt. The lid of the cracked “Chang’e Flying to the Moon” has been reassembled. I don’t know which master craftsman’s craftsmanship is. He cleverly added a layer of golden paint to the joints. , Looks exceptionally harmonious.

And what Xie Beiwang was looking at were the letters enclosed in the boxes.

Jiang Zicheng’s face was slightly hot, and his little quilt was wrapped tightly, and then rushing towards Xie Beiwang’s direction.

Seeing him wake up, Xie Bei first leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, then dug him out of the quilt and asked him to sit up and lean against his arms.

The soft quilt beside Jiangzicheng’s body, behind the warm lover’s chest, he sighed comfortably, even his toes stretched out.

“I just found these letters on the sofa.” Xie Beiwang’s eyes were deep and reddened slightly. It seems that these letters are also very important memories for him.

Jiang Zicheng whispered: “Wow, domineering president, you won’t cry anymore, do you?”

“That’s it, I just feel… very emotional.” Xie Beiwang picked up the picture and looked at the little boy standing side by side and the stick figure villain next to it. His heart was mixed, “I just didn’t expect that after I left the village. , You wrote so many letters to me.”

How long can the child’s perseverance last? Xiaojiang Zicheng wrote a whole eight letters, eight letters were not responded, and he had to put down his Wang Wang brother.

Read it again now, these letters are like a diary, leading them back to that childish memory.

Jiang Zicheng asked: “What happened at the time? Why didn’t you reply suddenly?…Ah, did Mr. Xie take you home at that time?”

Xie Beiwang affirmed Jiang Zicheng’s speculation: “I was raised by my mother’s distant relatives since I was a child. Adults never shy away from me. I knew from a young age that she was unmarried and pregnant, and she didn’t want me. At that time, I was still alive. Young, I have expectations for my parents… I always feel that they must have difficulties.”

The man paused, as if to kill his emotions: “Not long after you left, Xie Changan sent a man to find me. That was the first time I left the place where I grew up and came to a big city. As a result. Only when I got here did I know that I was not his only child.”

Jiang Zicheng gently held his hand under the quilt.

Teenagers who are in adolescence and grow up in a complex environment are far more mature than their peers. For him, who has expected the warmth of his family since he was a child, this blow not only made his dream shattered, but also made him feel ashamed and painful.

“All the children are the product of his mercy, and I am the one with the worst background. He brought us all together, and the other children more or less treated me a little…contemptuously. One day, we were kept by the housekeeper. Dressed up like a group of pets to be taken to the exhibition, then they are carried in front of him, and he will’see’ them one by one.”

Jiang Zicheng exclaimed: “He should have activated his abilities at that time!”

Xie Beiwang nodded: “It was after that day that he sent the other children away, leaving me alone, and invited me a lot of teachers to learn etiquette, management, finance, psychology, and a few more. Foreign language. My foundation is too poor. I have been kept at home and studied for three years…I am almost isolated from the rest of the world. My daily entertainment is watching domestic and foreign news broadcasts and stock market curves.”

It is precisely because of this kind of closed and high-pressure study that Xie Beiwang was forced to grow up from a rural boy to a qualified heir in a short period of time; it is precisely because of this that Jiang Zicheng’s letter could not be sent to him in the end. in.

Later, Xie Beiwang finally had freedom and could go to his Chengcheng brother, but at that time, Jiangzicheng’s mailing address had long since become an office building rising from the ground.

As a result, the two of them lost contact for many years.

“It’s destined to be destined. A year ago, I accidentally discovered that you also entered the entertainment industry. At that time, Tianxin Film and Television was not doing well and was about to go bankrupt. You are a capable actor. I don’t want your talents to be buried, so I just bought it. Tianxin—but at that time, my starting point was just to help the old acquaintance when I was a child.” Xie Beiwang suddenly laughed, “but your attitude at the time was really strange, just like Superman encounters kryptonite, always going around I run. I think it’s funny, so I want to tease you.”

Jiang Zicheng blushed and quietly hid under the quilt.

Xie Beiwang grabbed him: “That time you reunited, you activated your abilities against me, right? What did you see that kept you from hiding from me?”

Jiang Zicheng groaned: “Just… what the hell.”

Although he was so unclear, Xie Beiwang instantly understood what he meant: “In the future you saw at the time, we have some-‘unspeakable relationship’?”

“Um…” Jiang Zicheng recalled the inexplicable nurturing scene, still feeling very embarrassed, “I was very straight at the time, even straighter than the noodles that have not been cooked. I have seen that scene, I can Don’t you run!”

Just running around, he still hadn’t ran the “future”, and finally lay on the same bed with Xie Beiwang.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zicheng scratched his head in distress: “I thought that as long as I avoided you, I could avoid the future. I haven’t figured out until now. Can the future I foresee can be changed by me?”

He first foresaw that he was being taken care of by Xie Beiwang, and then foreseeing that he was taking care of Xie Beiwang…Two diametrically opposed scenes foreshadowed two completely different stories. But now the two of them are in equal contact with each other, and there is no condition for who depends on and who cares for others.

Xie Beiwang pondered for a while and replied: “Chengcheng, I think the future you see is the future you have’changed’. Or to put it another way: it is because of your participation that those futures will come true. What can be shown is actually the result of your choice.”

“…what?”

After thinking about it this way, everything suddenly became clear.

Jiang Zicheng foresaw that Xie Beiwang would have a younger sister, so he told him→→→Because Jiang Zicheng told him, Xie Beiwang would leave Xie Yingying in her infant.

Jiangzicheng foresaw that Tianxin Film and Television would be acquired by Ruici, so he joined Tianxin Film→→→Because Jiangzicheng joined Tianxin Film and television, Ruici acquired it.

Jiang Zicheng foresaw the success of the Indian documentary, so he invested in it→→→Because of Jiangzicheng’s investment, the documentary could be filmed for the exhibition.

…

One thing after another is actually mutual cause and effect. It is like a strange ouroboros, connected end to end to form a closed ring.

-This is the peculiar part of the abilities.

It came as a gift from heaven, no matter how wonderful it is.

Having figured this out, Jiang Zicheng looked forward to the coming future even more. What kind of scenes will the futures that he has seen at the moment when they actually happen?

For example… His two most curious passages of “nurturing”?