Chapter 0673 Damned Romance

For Zhao Fusheng, this was just an episode. Both he and Fan Baobao actually enjoyed their current life.

After all, they were young. It would be too boring to limit their future plans to just marriage and children.

The exciting world outside was what they yearned for.

After a whole day of fuss, Zhao Fusheng felt a bit tired. He played around with Fan Baobao for a while. The girl had to go filming tomorrow, so she went to bed early. Zhao Fusheng lay alone on the bed, staring blankly.

In life, there are always some things that will not fade or be forgotten with the passage of time. Instead, they will continuously settle, turning into something different from the beginning but heavier, like a clinging worm burrowing into every part of the body, tearing people apart from the outside in, and then hollowing them out from the inside out.

By the time people get used to it, the whole person has become empty, with only those pains and emptiness combined, filling what was once there.

That was Zhao Fusheng's life in his previous life.

Back then, his parents were gone, he had lost contact with Fan Baobao, and could no longer recall her voice or smile. Occasionally seeing news about her on TV or the computer, Zhao Fusheng felt that was not the Fan Baobao he knew.

Wounds heal, and scars may stop hurting one day, but in a person's life, there will always be a few moments of absolute clarity. In those few seconds, silence overwhelms noise, and one can experience rather than think. Thus, things become exceptionally clear, and the world becomes very pure, as if returning to the very first moment of life.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng felt that if the whole world were a big machine, he could not be a superfluous part. He must have his own value in coming to this world. Everyone does, because everyone is an indispensable part of this world.

"Just be happy."

Looking at the night outside the window, Zhao Fusheng silently said to Fan Baobao, who was already fast asleep beside him.

……

……

When he got up the next morning, Zhao Fusheng realized that Fan Baobao had woken up even earlier than him. Not only had she finished her makeup, but she had also made breakfast for him.

"I'm going to the set. Are you coming?" Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng.

To be honest, she had never seen a less responsible screenwriter than her boyfriend. Although the credit went to Jiang Wen, you couldn't be too outrageous. From the start of filming until now, Zhao Fusheng had only been to the set once.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, picked up a fried egg to his bowl, looked up at Fan Baobao, and said, "I won't go. Watching you guys film is boring for me."

Boring?

Fan Baobao rolled her eyes. She was utterly speechless at Zhao Fusheng's definition of filming.

But she also knew that Zhao Fusheng had never been interested in these things. He wrote the script purely for her. If not for her, why would he bother to get involved in the entertainment circle?

"Alright then, stay home." Fan Baobao nodded, giving in to Zhao Fusheng's wish.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled happily, eating his fried egg with joy. This was a love breakfast made by his girlfriend—creatures like single dogs were not qualified to enjoy it.

Of course, he was definitely not referring to a certain guy named Jiang Wen.

Yeah, definitely not.

"By the way, how are Zhou Yun and Old Jiang?" Speaking of single dogs, Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered Jiang Wen's matter and asked Fan Baobao curiously.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Fan Baobao tilted her head and thought for a while. After a long pause, she said hesitantly, "Well, I can't say for sure. Anyway, everyone on the set knows that Old Jiang is chasing Zhou Yun."

"Holy shit!"

Zhao Fusheng blurted out a curse, staring at Fan Baobao in shock: "That guy is so direct?"

He really didn't expect Jiang Wen to chase a girl to the point where everyone on the set knew. When did this guy become so passionate? It was like he was possessed by a love god.

"Yeah, I don't know who gave him the advice. He's either buying Zhou Yun food or walking her back to the dorm, asking after her with the utmost care. So considerate." As she spoke, Fan Baobao glanced at Zhao Fusheng: "Someone has never treated me like that."

"Ahem ahem..." Zhao Fusheng felt awkward, completely baffled as to why he had become an innocent bystander.

"You can't say that. Our relationship is different from Old Jiang's." Zhao Fusheng quickly tried to soothe Fan Baobao. "Besides, how old is Old Jiang? Don't you think his way of chasing girls is old-fashioned?"

"Not really. I think it's quite romantic." Fan Baobao said with a smile.

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's words hadn't convinced her. In her view, regardless of whether Jiang Wen's feelings for Zhou Yun were genuine, his intentions were still commendable.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Fusheng smiled wryly. He knew he had to do something romantic soon, or Fan Baobao would definitely not let him off.

Knowing each other for too long and understanding each other too well—that was the downside.

"But speaking of which, Sister Feihong is really good at acting." Fan Baobao said while eating.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "She's a teacher at the Beijing Film Academy and a trained professional. Of course, she's good."

He meant it. After all, Yu Feihong stayed on as a teacher after graduation and even studied abroad for acting. She and Fan Baobao were not on the same level at all.

"Hmph, just wait. One day, I'll become a great actress too." Fan Baobao wrinkled her nose and glared at Zhao Fusheng.

Clearly, she was unhappy with Zhao Fusheng's praise of others.

Although he wanted to laugh, Zhao Fusheng knew he couldn't pour cold water on Fan Baobao at this moment, or her hard-earned confidence might be extinguished. He quickly nodded and praised her talent extravagantly, almost saying that in just ten years, Miss Fan would become the number one actress across the straits and then win an Oscar.

As he praised, even Fan Baobao felt embarrassed. She rolled her eyes at Zhao Fusheng: "Stop, stop, stop. You're so insincere."

Then she said seriously to Zhao Fusheng, "I'm being serious. Can you not mess around?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed. He looked up at Fan Baobao: "Baobao, come, look at me, look into my eyes."

"What's wrong?" Fan Baobao was a bit puzzled, not knowing what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Zhao Fusheng said seriously, "Looking into my sincere eyes, don't you feel my feelings?"

"Hah, no..." Fan Baobao was taken aback at first, then sneered and said mercilessly.

"Oh, you've hurt my fragile heart..." Zhao Fusheng clutched his chest and fell backward, his face full of sorrow.

Seeing his exaggerated expression, Fan Baobao burst into laughter.

Between couples, such harmless little jokes are normal. Otherwise, if they both kept straight faces and communicated in a question-and-answer manner, it would be too boring.

But from Fan Baobao's words, Zhao Fusheng could also sense that the atmosphere on the set was quite good. At least, there weren't as many dirty tricks as in ordinary film crews.

In fact, thinking about it, the domestic film and television circle at this time was still relatively decent. Compared to a decade or so later, it was at least a bit cleaner.

A decade later, not to mention anything else, with so many pretty female students on the set, Zhao Fusheng could imagine what would happen with his eyes closed.

But at least from what Fan Baobao said, in the "Good Dream One Day" crew, apart from the shameless Jiang Wen who was persistently pursuing Zhou Yun, no one else had stirred up any scandals.

Zhao Fusheng inexplicably remembered a joke he had heard in his previous life, about a famous actress whose favorite thing was to knock on the doors of her male co-stars.

The person who said this was her ex-husband, and the two had even fought over custody of their child.

The truth of the matter was unknown, but it showed how chaotic this circle really was.