True Star 《巨星 》 Ju Xing
True Star Volume 1, Rebirth of the Superstar, Chapter 125: Concern
In the war both armies fought against each other, with the general sitting in the rear and commanding the battle, and the one rushing ahead are always the pawn's cannon fodder.
There's another kind of example, where the emperor enjoys glory and wealth in the palace and then throws the war fighting to the general.
Tang Feng didn't know what their current situation was, but he could be sure that he was now the equivalent of a pawn in Lu Tian Chen's hand, and Ge Chen, a pawn in Su Qi Cheng's hand, with the two emperors sitting behind them, secretly making a strenuous effort, while they rushed to the front to kill each other.
Su Qi Cheng accurately grasped Tang Feng's "weakness" and started spreading false news on some portals: two ships on foot, relying on favoritism rules to get to the top.....
Not willing to be lonely, some other portals began to appear "angelic" Ge Chen scandals: the rise to power by subterfuge, the Su Entertainment Co.’s "boss lady”.
Either one of them made Tang Feng feel a bit distressed, what kind of a toss-up is this?
Pulled open the drawer to take out a pack, Tang Feng legs slightly open to sit on the seat of the apartment balcony, the lighter spark "miso--" once lit a heavy night color, a cigarette in the mouth, a head tilt to the fire light slowly lit, the burning tobacco rises in a white smoke.
Taking a sip gently, the cigarette he hasn't touched for a long time Tang Feng felt slightly punched, Tang Feng coughed twice, and slowly adapted to the smoky mouth until the slightly bitter taste filled the mouth, spitting out a smoke ring, white, the smoke gradually it became hazy and dissipated in the cold night.
The night is deep, the city is lit up, but those are false prosperity, fleeting and psychedelic, as if with a breath of air you can restore the steel and concrete beneath the prosperity, cold and stinking.
Eternity is only the moon, only the stars, dotted in the night always shine brightly.
The cigarette fell to the floor and faded out, the man tucked his legs into the chair, his hands on his knees and buried his head in it, what had he been doing all these days, had he been giving too much of his mind to a scandal that had come to him like a tide, made up out of thin air?
Tang Feng ah Tang Feng, in the end, you are still a mundane person, there is no way to really see everything through.
People on the news kept questioning him about how an over-the-top star could be favored by the show “Dream Lover”, how he could be favored by Charles and how he could be favored by Lu Tian Chen.
What charm do you have? You don't have a work that holds as his own except for the young body.
The words were sharp and strident, and although he was already invulnerable, there was still a little anger when he heard them, it is like a genius who has a retard pointing at his nose and saying, "You're a retard", which he could take away as the wind in his ears, only the wind would be felt on his body.
Yet none of this is what makes Tang Feng sit on the balcony and smoke; he's disappointed in himself, putting too much energy and thought into Lu Tian Chen, Charles, Albert, the dogged polyamory, the messy business wars that are too complicated and a waste of time for an actor.
After a kidnapping and a fight to the death, he was suddenly a little tired and had the idea of finding someone to lean on for a chat and a drink.
"Beep beep--" the cell phone placed on the table suddenly vibrated, and Tang Feng lifted his head from between his knees and looked at the cell phone screen, it was a strange number.
"Hello?" He picked up the phone.
[Mud is good! Tang Feng!] What a crappy bite of Chinese.
"Mr. Ginno, your Chinese really sucks." At first listen, Tang Feng could tell whose voice it was, just how did Mr. Ginno got his cell phone number?
[I'm not!] This Chinese is hard as a rock.
"Then I'll hang up."
[Hey! You have no sense of humor, I'm kidding you!]
Tang Feng lifted a corner of his lips, "I always do."
[You didn't call me, I left my number for you.] The person on the other end of the phone was talking.
"So what, you leave me a phone number and I have to call you?" Tang Feng laughed lightly, whether Mr. Ginno had left him his phone number or not, the end result was actually the same, not to mention the recent troubles, he did not have the leisure to make a transatlantic call.
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[Hmm temper temper, who’s been bullying you?]
Mr. Ginno's laughing voice came from the microphone, the laughter was too contagious, and Tang Feng followed suit, he was just a little bit distracted, even the human temper was that little bit not good.
"No, I'm fine."
[No, you're not good at all, I can hear you, hey, listen up brother, don't bother with the news, they're like flies that can never be exterminated, you're still on land, you might find them annoying, but really don't bother with them instead.] Mr. Ginno has become a psychiatrist for Tang Feng.
"Well, you make a good point." Compared to what Mr. Ginno is talking about, Tang Feng is more curious about what Mr. Ginno said, and he doesn't know how often Mr. Ginno appeared on the cover of entertainment magazines. The headline next to it reads - Violence Mr. Ginno, kick off the doggie!
[And then... well, you see, instead of spending so much time swatting at the endless flies, you should go higher, and when you get to a certain height, you'll suddenly find that the flies are gone, because they can't fly!]
"I remember that the original author of this quote was Fiennes-Tang in a magazine interview a few years ago." Tang Feng didn't hesitate to poke Mr. Ginno's spine, he secretly held himself back until he let out a laugh, my God, he felt Mr. Ginno's words were somewhat familiar, wasn't the metaphor of flies and heights the words he said first?
As a result, it is now Mr. Ginno who is using his own analogy to enlighten him.
[Brother, you're not cute at all! I'm trying to comfort you!]
"When did I become your brother?" Mr. Ginno, who is in the middle of the country, is not aware of these scandals, even if they are going to be filming soon and need to know each other, they don't need to know each other's scandals all the time.
Not to mention the fact that all news related to him is in Chinese, foreign media do not know him now, Tang Feng suddenly remembered that Mr. Ginno just broken Chinese, this guy started learning Chinese?
[Ah, you're right, we're not brothers, we'll soon be lovers, lovers, kissing each other, and rolling into bed together for sex and exercise.]
"Sounds good to me." Tang Feng glanced at his watch, "Anyway, thanks for calling, I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, now I have to sleep, I have work tomorrow."
[All right, you get some rest. I'll wait for you in Hollywood.]
It was just at this time that the doorbell rang, and Tang Feng got out of his chair and went to open the door barefoot, and when he was about to hang up the phone, Mr. Ginno's shout came from the microphone.
[It's 11:00 p.m. at your place. It's 11:00. Who's here for you?]
"The agent, well, without further ado, goodbye." Tang Feng hung up, he didn't think Xiao Yu would be coming for him at this point in time, the man walked to the door and didn't open it immediately, he looked out through the cat's eye on the door, just in time to meet the eyes of another man outside the door.
Brown pupils, thick lashes, with a sly gaze.
"Charles, I'm getting ready for bed." Tang Feng recognized who the owner of that eye was almost immediately, and although Tang had deliberately kept his distance from the other after the initial month with Charles, he found that he had unknowingly become so familiar and known to Charles.
It feels kinda amazing at times.
"Honey, let me in, please, I swear to absolutely do nothing that will bother you, I'll just stand by if you need to sleep." Charles knocked again, his voice tinged with a hint of deliberately feigned pity pleading.
Tang Feng opened the door and glanced over at some mixed-race man with a bottle of champagne who was scratching his head at him: "You were watching from the sidelines while I slept, sounds a bit like a horror movie."
Based on Charles' good credit history of talking the talk, Tang Feng let the man into his room.
"Why do you want to see me?" Tang Feng slammed the door after Charles came in, and the man went straight for the glass, still humming an out-of-tune song.
"Baobei, can't I come to you when you are okay? We're in the middle of a date now, and the next show comes down to the final choice and the end of the show, and honestly, I feel some regret and sadness about the show coming to an end." Opening the champagne with a bang, Charles poured two glasses and turned to hand one of them to the man, "But I prefer dating in reality to being on the show."
Tang Feng took a sip from his alcohol glass and it was delicious.
With his nose wrinkled up like a puppy dog and sniffing around, Charles looked at the man suspiciously, "Did you just smoke?"
"As you can see." Returning to the couch and plopping down, Tang Feng turned on the TV.
"You don't usually smoke, and you're still bothered about the other day? I have to say, ah, though your fierce and strong looks are much to my liking, the occasional frailty and pity is simply a killing thing for me, and my heart is crisp!" Charles walked over to Tang Feng and squeezed the man down, "I can help you teach Ge Chen a lesson."
"Stop, stop, stop!" Tang Feng hastily raised his hand and rather helplessly sighed, "Don't bother with Ge Chen or Su Qi Cheng anymore, don't involve me in this."
"All right." Shrugging his shoulders, Charles leaned back on the couch, alcohol glass in his left hand and climbed onto Tang Feng's shoulder from the back of the couch as he looked over at the television that was showing the midnight news and muttered, "Honey, after going through something, I've made a decision these past few days."
"What decision, that you're going to abandon evil for good?" Tang Feng had no intention of paying any attention to Charles' furtive hands.
A hint of slyness flashed in his eyes, and Charles just made a fanciful snort: "You'll know later."
The slurred words felt safe, and Tang Feng narrowed his eyes at the guy who was shrinking next to him like a puddle of mud: "That sounds like a bad feeling."
"Ha ha ha, my dear, believe me, I will not hurt you, I have done everything for you! How about that, isn't that touching?"
"That sounds awful." He spoke truthfully, frowning softly, "What exactly are you going to do?"
"Just kidding with you, it's just some shift in focus of work." Charles got up from the back of the couch and sat up straight, wrapping one arm around Tang Feng's shoulders, "Go take a shower after your drink and I'll give you a massage."
"What?" He didn't hear wrong, did he, Charles was going to give him a massage?
"Come on come on, you know I have some guilt, for Su Qi Cheng kidnapping you, this is a little bit of trivial compensation." Charles stiffly pulled Tang Feng up off the couch and into the bathroom.
"Wait, you don't have to, I'm fine, really." Tang Feng turned around at the bathroom door.
Charles smiled and took the glass of champagne that wasn't much left in Tang Feng's hand, "### yourself or I'll help you ###, I miss our shared bath." After saying that, he also squinted at the man.
Half an hour later, Tang Feng came out of the bathroom in his pajamas and froze, "What have you done?" And immediately laughed out loud.
The light in the room has been extinguished, the head of the bed on either side of the transparent glass jar containing water, which floated with a warm yellow aromatic candle, haloed out of the warm light and emitted incense so that the room is filled with a faint taste of romance, warm and cozy, through a lazy breath.
"Either you do it or you don't, and if you do it you have to show sincerity, don't you? How's is it, are you happy with my arrangement?" Charles took off his jacket, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the whole man was dry and spirited.
Satisfied, of course satisfied, especially when Tang Feng was lying on the bed, and then Charles massaged his head, shoulders and back with the essential oil, those hands took some rose-scented essential oil, after the palm warmed up, evenly sprayed on Tang Feng's neck and back shoulders, strong hands with the right force to push it away, sprayed and warmed again.
Tang Feng comfortably and he wanted to shout out, and the whole person completely relaxed.
A journalist once wrote a story about him in which he wrote in one paragraph that "Fiennes always seemed happy, even though he had experienced many pains that no one else had, and we should perhaps be happy that he got to grow up in an orphanage that lacked care, because without the contrast of ordinary happy children, the loss and pain he felt would be less and would not seem unacceptable".
That's right, except that everything is acceptable without comparison.
As it was now, he could sleep peacefully through the night alone until tomorrow, but if someone called him and someone carefully brought him a romantic massage, it was clearly the latter that was more palatable.
He hated comparisons and was too easily indulged.
He didn't want to admit that most of the time he was alone, and while he didn't see anything wrong with that, a lot of people were always worried that he was going to have a hard time and be uncomfortable, as if because of that he was going to have a hard time and be uncomfortable with it.
If the adults don't yell, most of the children will get up and continue to play, and if the adults run over one by one to help, the child will immediately cry.
"Charles." Tang Feng slapped his hand as the other man's hand gently massaged between his necks.
"Don't call me that, I promised you I wouldn't mess with you today, are you trying to force me to run wild on the road in the middle of the night? I'm going to be in the headlines tomorrow." Despite the words, Charles had lowered his head to land a soft kiss on the back of the man's neck.
"I think...I need a bed warmer today." Tang Feng rolled over and pulled Charles down, and the two men's lips quickly touched together.
It's not hard to roll into bed again with the premise that he was once intimate, but now he just wants to warm up, sweat it out, and sleep until noon tomorrow.
Keep your distance from Charles? A cold relationship?
By this time Tang Feng had already forgotten about it, there was no way Charles the playboy would chase after him for the rest of his life, if this guy was really going to chase after him for the rest of his life, it wouldn't be too bad.
Ah, by the way, Charles is good at giving massage.
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Charles swears that this is the first time he's ever tried so hard to please a man, whether it's a well-decorated room, expensive champagne, or an once-in-a-lifetime offer of a massage, and the almost impossible caution and gentle temptation in bed.
As well as, using his own mouth to serve (BJ) a man.
But he did it anyway, following his instincts.
Whenever he saw the look of surprise, surprise and comfort on Tang Feng's face, his chest would explode as if he had been injected with a stimulant, which was more satisfying than a bed of high explosion.
After a few months, rolling into bed with Tang Feng again was even more satisfying than it was when we first got together, or should I say, "Emotional"?
Tired? Not likely!
The man beside him had fallen into a deep sleep after a fiery and intense campaign, breathing evenly and slowly, half lying sideways in Charles's arms, and more than half an hour had passed since Charles had looked at the man with such unblinking eyes.
After half an hour of thought and careful observation, Charles finally came to a conclusion.
It was good that the questions that had annoyed him for months finally had an answer, and if that was his answer, then he would go his way.
At night, the scented candles finally burned out, the lights drowned in water and melted into a puff of white smoke, and after a night, the white sunlight struggled to try to jump through the heavy curtains into the room, but only their faint shadows eventually landed on the bunks.
The bed was scattered and Charles woke up with Tang Feng no longer in his arms, he rubbed his forehead and soon heard the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom.
Assuming his own responsibility, Charles picked up the phone and ordered a takeaway, after yesterday's distance exercise, they both now needed something to eat to replenish their energy, well, luckily he remembered what Tang Feng liked to eat in the morning.
It had only been less than ten minutes since the call was made before a knock sounded on the door, and Charles marveled at the superhuman speed of the takeaway boy, who casually grabbed his trousers and put them on, naked and still with the upper part of his body that had been bitten by Tang Feng with teeth marks, and walked to the door and pulled it open.
"Hey! Lu Tian Chen! I thought it was take-out coming." Charles' eyes lit up and opened his arms to say hello to the somewhat stunned man outside the door, "You're looking for Tang Feng, he's in the bathroom, I'll go over and call him?"
"No need." Lu Tian Chen glanced towards the room, which was a mess, with clothes scattered all over the floor, unfinished champagne, and only a small candle left.
As well as, there is the strong smell of lust that has not dissipated.
"Then what's so important, I'll relay it to him for you."
"Let him rest for the next two days and prepare for the exams for the training course."
"No problem, I'll take care of him." Charles answered rightfully, and then slammed the door shut with a "bang".
Looking at the closed room door, Lu Tian Chen took a deep breath, and his chest suddenly felt a bit stuffy.
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"Who just came by?" With a dry towel in his hand and rubbing his hair, Tang Feng stepped out of the bathroom, his body already changed into clean clothes, the whole person was very fresh and seemed to be in a good mood.
Charles yawned, "Just one to deliver the take-out."
~ True Star ~
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