True Star Chapter 139, Volume 2 The Budding Talent, 11: The Language Trap

True Star 《巨星 》 Ju Xing
True Star Chapter 139, Volume 2 The Budding Talent, 11: The Language Trap


Lu Tian Chen kept staring at Tang Feng as if to get some answers he wanted from the man's eyes, but he saw nothing but an overly bright pair of eyes.


This wasn't the first time Lu Tian Chen had tested out Tang Feng, only this time it was a bit different from the past, rather than saying that Lu Tian Chen was looking at the man with a look of scrutiny and suspicion, he was conveying his hidden emotions that he hadn't even clearly perceived himself yet with a look of similar appreciation and fascination.

As an actor, Tang Feng thought he should be aware of the different emotional meanings represented by different eyes, so what does it mean for Lu Tian Chen to look at him so deeply now?

The focus is enough to make people move their eyes to look at the other scenery around them, and the sentiment that sinks under his eyes always burns like fire, he wants to avoid it, but is stuck in the same way he can't avoid it.

Who doesn't want to be loved by someone else?

You'll remember who smiled at you this morning, who brought you breakfast, who helped you with your school bag, and then you'll still remember them next time.

People are attention-hungry, love-hungry, wanting to be affirmed.

Who knew that Tang Feng didn't take the path of acting in the first place so he could get the attention he didn't have in his life on stage? An orphan who has been abandoned means in a sense that life has been denied from him from the beginning, so he has a pressing need to prove that he is not all worthless, not someone who was born to be abandoned and unworthy of being in the world.

Everyone says that Fiennes is a monastic person that went from being abandoned for being loved by millions. He knows they love him, it's just that more than the fans and viewers thousands of miles apart, he thinks he needs love from the people around him, because only the people around him know what the real him is like, not the Fiennes Tang that has been molded by the media and PR firms.

“Good night." Reaching up and kissing the man's forehead, Lu Tian Chen actually flipped off Tang Feng and turned off the lights in the room as soon as he did.

The whole house fell into a gloom, and Tang Feng looked at the ceiling and blinked." Lu Tian Chen, what was that just now?"

"Get an early warm-up for your show tomorrow." The answer was smooth and logical.


"You know what I'm talking about, don't change the subject, make things clear, everyone is not a child anymore." Closing his eyes hard and opening them again, the man rolled over and turned his back to Lu Tian Chen, pulling the covers up.

Since there were two people in the bed, the quilt also had two beds, and Tang Feng had a habit of cuddling the quilt to sleep, he didn't like sharing the same quilt with people, which meant he had to cuddle something soft other than the quilt to sleep.

"So, what answer do you want from me?" Lu Tian Chen's slightly icy low voice was like a whispering poet in the dark night, telling a story, a poem, in every word.

"You... you're not feeling me out, are you?" Slurped softly.



Asking for the exit, Tang Feng was less eager to know the answer, and whether it was or wasn't, it didn't seem so gratifying.

"If you're talking about whether I want to fvck you or not, the answer is yes." Lu Tian Chen's straightforwardness caused Tang Feng to lift the corners of his mouth in a sneer all at once, and the man continued, “Remember what I said? I'm a businessman, but I'm also a man, and I don't mind developing an office romance with an employee if you continue to seduce me."

The story of the first time I saw a story book by Lu Tian Chen, which had the smell of black comedy in it.

Tang Feng pulled up the quilt and covered himself, his voice coming out of the quilt somewhat muffled, "I told you, I didn't seduce you, why don't you go back to your own house and sleep there."

It hadn't even been two seconds since the words had been said, when Tang Feng's back felt a surge of warmth that had just parted just a moment before. Following his ridge spreading towards his body's limbs, Lu Tian Chen held him from behind, "Even across the mule that high temperature can burn a person. You seem so fragile these days."

"Well...I think I'm trying very hard to fit into the role, can you back off a bit? It's too hot."



"Hot, what have you gotten into the habit of sleeping in your pajamas?" A soft laugh from Lu Tian Chen came from the darkness, the distance was so close that the fiery breath was sprayed on the back of Tang Feng's neck, “Or are you afraid of what I might do to you? You know, actually a man is most unattractive when he's naked; that makes him look both vulgar and in bad taste."

"Wait.......Tang Feng frowned." You're not supposed to be asking me to get my clothes crisp, are you?"

Lu Tian Chen's words were completely unconvincing.

"You might think so."

He didn't even know that Lu Tian Chen, who usually looked like a serious book, also had the shameless side of playing a rogue, so it's true that walking away can't be good luck, Tang Feng covered his face with his hands, what's going on?" No, I feel like I'm getting caught in a trap with you about the wording, and I refuse to answer any of your questions from now on, so let's all just go to sleep, okay?"

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: Satan's Alley


First Eloquence, Night, Church, Indoor Shooting, Kissing

The days passed, and with them the night fell, and the monks in the monastery had all gone to their rooms, only the white candles in the church still flickering in the salty sea breeze.

Abbot Tang had spent three months in the monastery, convinced that the scandal about him on the other side of the sea would not reach here, and he had to allow himself to believe it, and now he knelt before the statue in his usual monotonous black monastic garb in silent prayer, begging God to forgive him for the lie he had lied to everyone here.

That false letter that no one could decipher.

He occasionally awoke in the middle of the night, his ears filled with the accusations and accusations of his peers, and those silent accusations that looked at him with filth, filth, and sin swallowed him up like the waters of the ocean outside the monastery, and he plunged into a deep sea, deeper and deeper, and he could not breathe, and the sunlight before him diminished little by little, until at last he fell into a world of only darkness and cold pain.






Tang prayed incessantly, reciting the scriptures.

The sea breeze is blowing on the windows, and the old windows are making a 'cackling' sound." Puff! "A vicious white candle was blown out.

After more than half an hour of praying he felt better and his mood gradually calmed down, he opened his eyes and looked around, the empty place was just him alone.

It was time to go back and continue resting, he had to get up early tomorrow morning to carry water and water the vegetables, the monks here were basically self-sufficient, and he, a new, foreign monk, had to do most of the work, he had no complaints about that, he knew it was God punishing him.

Tang walked over to the candlestick, lifted the white candle and blew softly, the wavering flame quickly went out, leaving only a small wick that was still reddish with fire.

“Huh...”Gently, he blew out the dragon candle one by one. Suddenly, a few unheard footsteps sounded behind his teeth, crisp and steady, appearing like a gust of wind.

Tang looked over, the whole person was wrapped up in a black friar robes, their friar robes all had a large black hood, and after pulling up the hood what is only revealed is a person's chin.

The man stopped three or four paces forward in the doorway, and a white tentatively raised hands to pull down the brim of his hat, and Tang remembered the man, the first person he'd seen since he'd sobered up, Chris.

The fact that Chris had basically ignored him except for the first few days he'd spoken to him, he could understand that no one wanted to slander someone who wouldn't respond, but Tang also remembered that Chris often looked at him from different places, deeply, deeply.

The look often made him shudder, his heart as if it were about to jump out of his throat.


"There you are."


Chris came over step by step, Tang looked at the man in amazement, so much so that he forgot to blow out the white candle in his hand, the wax oil dripped down the candle body on his hand, Tang couldn't help but shake a little and instinctively threw out the dragon candle in his hand.

The white candle fell to the ground broken in two and the wax oil flowed hard and cold like tears to the ground.

Tang looked at the broken candle on the ground, he bent down and tried to pick it up, but Chris suddenly held his hand, the sound resounded in his ears like a ritual demon from hell.


"I know... I know you have secrets of your own and that letter could fool anyone else, but not my eyes, Tang." Tang the friar fiercely looked up at Chris, eyes full of struggle, patience and hidden panic and vulnerability, almost at the same time, Chris held Tang’s head and kissed the man's lips, the man struggled to make a subtle cvck gagging sound, sweeping down a white candle on the ground with fidgeting hands and feet.

Candlelight shone on the dimly lit church, the sea breeze outside the window slapped the walls fiercely, and the tattered moonlight cast their shadows on the nearby idols, shadows tangled together and shattering.

There seemed to be a lightning strike in the sky.


~ True Star ~


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