After the hidden marriage, the actor is thinking about making it public every day

Chapter 129

Zhou Ze swiped casually, turned the interface back to the video, played it in a loop, then reached out and put the phone in front of Lu Bin, "There is no answer, just copy it."

Lu Bin was shocked. He felt that this artist, who was not considered sensible and obedient, was running further and further away under the leadership of people who were even more unconventional than him. He wiped the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead, and said in trepidation: "you sure?"

And the most correct way to do it intellectually is that things have already gone to the end of the day.Even if it is not broken now, how can it be reversed.

He couldn't figure out what the two ancestors were going to do in the entertainment circle before they would stop.

"Let's go." Zhou Ze put away his phone, straightened his collar, pressed the button to open the automatic door, and finally put on his sunglasses firmly.

He didn't go to Wang Yiyi these two days because after that day, he also began to doubt himself. Could it be that he really did something wrong?Self-righteously, he threw her what he thought was good, and before asking her if she wanted it, he had preconceived the painstaking efforts he had put in, and began to accuse her of why she didn't want it.

He suddenly thought of the year before his college entrance examination, when Yang Boxen ran to Zhou's house that day and secretly dragged out Zhou Ze who was locked up by Zhou's mother to make up lessons.

"Why are you looking for me?" Zhou Ze, who is seventeen or eighteen years old, has passed the age where he can run and play like crazy, and begins to take on the mission that has been born since he was born. But in the cage, he has always lived a stable and smooth life according to the template given by his family. He doesn't know how rich and colorful the world is outside.

"Do me a favor? I signed up for an interview at the Film Academy. I'm too embarrassed to go alone, so you can come with me." Yang Bowen didn't ask him for help, but asked him directly.

"Film Academy? Are you crazy?" Zhou Ze shook off Yang Bowen's hand hooking his neck, turned around and wanted to go home, "It's better to go home and take more classes and get more points in the exam."

"I'm not crazy, I've filled out the registration form." Yang Boxen couldn't refuse, and he was fully prepared. He took out two pieces of paper from his pocket, unfolded them carefully, "If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself."

"No, what can we perform? Give the judges a cross talk?" Zhou Ze looked at the information on the paper, looked down at the talent show column that was still empty, and slapped the registration form back on Yang Bowen's chest , "If someone recognizes her, she will be ashamed and thrown at grandma's house."

"I've inquired about it. There are no restrictions on the form of performance. You can just go on stage and sing a song. It's nothing to you." Yang Bowen had already made up his mind, and he was determined to bring Zhou Ze together. He was blocked on the way back, "Besides, if you don't tell me, I won't tell you, who knows why the two of us went?"

"Besides, just look at our two faces. When we met people when we were young, no one would say, "Hey, this young man is so handsome"!" Uncles, aunts, grandparents, laughed loudly, "Do you think I look like a student?"

"Go, go, I'll delay you for a day or two. If you don't pass it, then come back and continue to read and write. You really want to be like our two elder brothers, with a string hanging from your head, stretching it for a lifetime, and getting up every day. There are countless things waiting for you, who resigned, the stock price fell again, and which peer has launched a new competing product, if this is the case for the rest of your life, it will be too boring."

"You can, but I can't." He stated the facts and reasoned, and at the end, Yang Bowen began to sell miserably: "And my brother is different from your brother. One day the old man will disappear, and I will not have a good life. Find a stable craft to support yourself."

"Okay, okay, I'll go, can't I go?" Facing the life in the future, Zhou Ze was also trembling, but Yang Bowen couldn't help crying, making trouble, and hanging himself in front of him, "But it's okay, I'm Let me be a foil for you, don't tell my mom yet."

"That's it, let's go, let's hand in the form." Yang Bowen was afraid that he would go back to sleep and regret it the next day, so he struck while the iron was hot, and stuffed the form in time for the registration office to close that day.

It's a pity that God's will tricks people in the end, Yang Bowen failed the rankings, and he didn't even pass the audition, but the person who served as a foil was promoted all the way, and was caught by the judges, who repeatedly praised him for his extraordinary talent. , the school presented him with an admission notice, and big names in the industry scrambled for this "future star", intending to give him their all.

Zhou's mother can rely on everything, except for this matter, she can't compromise. She spent a lot of effort and money to train her son for nearly 20 years. I hope that he will continue to carry forward the huge assets accumulated by his parents on another completely different platform, and he will have no worries in his life.

These are two completely different paths.

The whole family took turns to fight, which was both earnest and intimidating.

However, Zhou Ze rebelled against his family as if obsessed, and when filling out the application for the college entrance examination, he filled in the Film Academy with high scores without hesitation.

He even threatened that he would not use the Zhou family's stitches and threads, let alone use the surname "Zhou" to swagger outside.

In the final result, without thinking about it, I knew that the mother would never be able to hold back her son.

The moment he opened the car door, amidst the flashing spotlights of the media and the hustle and bustle of the outside world, Zhou Ze lowered his head and smiled slightly. For so many years, he also asked himself why?
Why did you give up your originally open and bright life at the beginning, and choose to live here like walking on thin ice, trembling.

Is it because of a joke back then, brotherhood, or wanting to have absolute control over one's own life.

He also had a reckless and deviant youth, and he also had a passion, a lofty ambition when the youth was boiling, and of course, he also had his ideal heaven buried deep in his heart. If he wants to come to this world, he should stay. Make your own mark.

But in the polishing of the passage of time and the ravages of reality, the edges and corners are gradually smoothed.

It’s just that Wang Yiyi’s rebellious period seems to have come late, like a child who will never grow up, naive, stubbornly living in her own time zone, closing the windows, and letting the storms outside.

How many people yearn for the obsessed Vanity Fair as an ordinary job, a profession, and turn around and leave without looking back.

At that time, they were attracted to each other because of their similar outlook on life, values, and world outlook, and walked together.

Zhou Ze often kept asking himself when he dreamed back at midnight, is this really what he has always wanted to pursue?

While tossing and turning, seeing Wang Yiyi lying beside him, he suddenly felt relieved, because he faintly saw himself in the other half of his life.

(End of this chapter)