Peter Pan and Cinderella - Chapter 105

Xie Zhuxing won the first acting newcomer award in his life. After the award ceremony, Liu Congming, assistant and makeup artist celebrated for him. After drinking a lot of wine, he went home in the middle of the night.

The next morning, he got up with a splitting headache. His throat was a little sore and his nose was blocked. He slept on the sofa all night last night. He forgot to close the living room window.

Looking through the drawer, I found half of the white and black pieces. It was the leftovers from Wang Chao’s last cold meal, and only the black pieces were left.

Anyway, there is no arrangement for today, just take a pill and sleep, and you will be fine.

He just took a black pill, and just after taking it, Liu Congming called and asked him, “Has Leo contacted you?”

Immediately, there was a buzzing sound in his ear, and the name was like a shock wave, hitting the eardrum directly, causing snow to jump in front of his eyes.

Liu Congming was over there: “Hello? Xiao Xie? Is the signal bad?”

Xie Zhuxing: “…No.”

Liu Congming didn’t know whether he said that the signal was not bad, or that Wang Chao didn’t contact him, but he heard his voice hoarse and said, “Just woke up?”

Xie Zhuxing pinched the board to catch a cold, his mind flew elsewhere, and his fingers unconsciously pressed a few pills in succession, and then asked, “Is he back?”

Liu Cong Cong said strangely: “That’s not true. Actually… it was his elder brother’s assistant who called me just now and told you to go to see the boss, and also told you to go by yourself.”

Xie Zhuxing was startled.

Liu Cong said, “Have you never met before? Does he know about you and Leo?”

Xie Zhuxing: “…I don’t know if he knows.”

He didn’t even know this, let alone what Wang Qi asked him to do.

But he couldn’t help it either.

It’s not right, it’s not that he can’t not go, but that he really wants to go.

As for why he wanted to go, he didn’t know, and even if he knew, he had to pretend he didn’t know.

…He didn’t want to face his backsliding at this moment, and he didn’t want to admit that he still wanted a chance at redemption.

He has typed countless versions of the belly draft, and what will he say after seeing Wang Qi, whether it is to talk about work in a grand manner, or to confess his love to Wang Chao straight to the point… too.

However, as soon as they met, Wang Qi threw him a pair of boxing gloves.

On the eleventh day after leaving Beijing, Wang Chao and Chi Lidong arrived in Nyingchi, which is very close to Lhasa.

Before entering Nyingchi, I met a convoy. There was a stream under the road. People gathered around to discuss, unable to do anything.

Chi Lidong parked the car on the side of the road and went down to help.

Wang Chao stared at the car window for a while, feeling bored, and went down to watch the fun.

There was a young girl in the convoy who couldn’t help. She wandered outside the crowd and played on her mobile phone alone. Seeing that Wang Chao didn’t participate in the rescue discussion, she spoke to him: “Where are you from?” The Mandarin accent was southern.

Wang Chao said: “Beijing.”

The girl looked at him carefully and said, “You look like a singer I like.”

Wang Chao pressed his hat and felt a little uncomfortable.

The girl said: “But he is very white, and he doesn’t look like you are bald.”

Wang Chao: “…Is that I am handsome or is he handsome?”

The girl smiled and said, “How can there be such a comparison… You are also very handsome.”

Pooh. Wang Chao turned around and went back to the car.

The day before yesterday in Bayi Town, Chi Lidong bought him a lice-removing lotion. He only used it once, and it stinks his nose. He was also allergic to the lotion, and it was even worse. The razor shaved him bald, and it was gone.

He is also darker than a few days ago, and the sunscreen can’t withstand the ultraviolet rays of the plateau, and it gets dark once a day, from the top of the head to the neck.

As soon as he looked in the mirror, he was very sad, and Chi Lidong opened his eyes and said nonsense: “This is much more handsome than before.”

Finally arrived in Lhasa.

Chi Lidong took Wang Chao to stroll around Barkhor Street, and then went to the Jokhang Temple to listen to the lamas debating scriptures.

After listening to the debate, he stopped and watched for a long time when several young masters were pouring flowers in the temple.

I don’t know if the two pots of green plants at home are still there. Does anyone remember to water them?

The next day went to the Potala Palace.

Wang Chao suddenly became serious, and carefully visited every place inside, and even listened to the introduction of the white horse grass used in the walls of the palace several times.

When he left, he went down slowly, as if every step was full of nostalgia.

Chi Lidong asked him, “Do you like it here?”

He thought about it and said, “Neither.”

What he misses is not the Potala Palace, but when he gets here, there is no more front, so he can only go back.

At the end of the journey home, there is no home and no him.

After coming down, Chi Lidong said, “I’m going to send postcards, do you want to send them?”

Wang Chao said: “Don’t you come often? Are you still sending this?”

Chi Lidong said: “I send it every time, but I can’t send it every time.”

Wang Chao didn’t care, just followed him.

As the two walked, Chi Lidong said, “Do you send it?”

Wang Chao said: “Didn’t you say you can’t send it?”

Chi Lidong smiled and said, “Maybe it will be delivered this time.”

Wang Chao guessed: “Did you send it to your ex-girlfriend? Just burn you with a cigarette butt?”

Chi Lidong said, “No.”

Wang Chao said, “Who is it for?”

Chi Lidong lowered his head and took two more steps before saying, “It’s the person I have a crush on.”

Wang Chao said: “Why didn’t you tell her face to face? Isn’t it stupid to write a postcard?”

Chi Lidong didn’t speak.

Wang Chao still wanted to ask.

Chi Lidong suddenly turned around, pointed to the back, and said, “Look.”

Wang Chao turned around in confusion.

The Potala Palace is surrounded by a brilliant golden border with sunlight, shining with dazzling and holy brilliance.

Clear blue sky with white clouds.

Beautiful, not like the world.

Chi Lidong bought a postcard and asked Wang Chao, “You really don’t want it?”

Wang Chao said: “No.”

Chi Lidong bought one, went to write it next to it, and deliberately wrote it behind Wang Chao’s back.

Wang Chao laughed at others: “Who wants to peek, you cheapskate.”

He stood by and waited for a while, and asked the uncle at the counter, “Is it really impossible to send it?”

The other party looked at him and ignored him.

He embarrassed and said, “I’ll send a few too.”

People asked: “How many?”

He: “One…three.”

Chi Lidong had already finished writing and stuffed it into the mailbox, and came over and said, “Do you want to send it again?”

Wang Chao said stubbornly, “It’s okay to be idle anyway.”

He took the postcard and hid aside, writing secretly with Chi Lidong on his back.

The first two were written quickly.

One for Wang Qi: “Big Brother, I love you.” He also drew a heart.

One for Wang Jin: “Second brother, I love you.” Another careful drawing was drawn.

The remaining one, he did not write for a long time.

Chi Lidong urged him: “It’s time to get off work.”

He just wrote.

After writing, I quickly put all three of them into the mailbox.

Chi Lidong said, “Let’s go.”

Wang Chao hesitated to leave again, and asked the uncle, “Is it really impossible to send it?”

The uncle couldn’t bear it any longer: “Why can’t I send it? Ninety-nine percent can be sent!”

Chi Lidong: “…”

Wang Chao paled in shock: “Then you didn’t say it just now! Can you let me get it back?”

Of course not.

The two of them came out of the post office with a dejected look.

Wang Chao wrote something he shouldn’t have written.

As for Chi Lidong’s “unsent” postcards, “ninety-nine percent” were sent.

Wang Chao sympathized: “She has been pretending not to receive it, maybe it’s not interesting to you.”

Chi Lidong: “…I’ll go make a phone call.”

He went to the corner to make a phone call.

Wang Chao sat down on the side of the road, annoyed for a moment, took out his mobile phone, and searched “Can you receive postcards by sending them?” Many people said that they couldn’t, so he felt a little more at ease.

I swiped Weibo again, read a few jokes, scrolled down, and saw an entertainment news.

“Tomas, a popular member of the ID group, was admitted to the emergency room late at night, and the agent said that he was accidentally injured while shooting an advertisement.”