I'm off powder

Chapter 25

On a May day, the evening glow is gentle and warm, the road is full of people returning home from get off work, and the sound of cars and horns keeps coming and going.

Shen Nanfang gambled all night last night and did not lie down until six in the morning. By this time, he had slept for nearly ten hours.

It was already noisy outside, and the sound insulation effect of the old house was not good, so the crying of the children upstairs was undoubtedly a nightmare.

Shen Nanfang opened his eyes, got up from the bed, and looked around the room sleepily.

One room, one bathroom, empty, except for a few pieces of furniture and necessary daily necessities, there is nothing extra.

However, it still feels messy.

There were a few crooked wine bottles and cans on the ground, and unfinished instant noodles were scattered on the table. Together with the clothes that had not been dried for many days after washing, they gave off a strange rancid smell.

Shen Nanfang's stomach growled.

"hungry."

He muttered, got dressed, and went into the bathroom to wash his face.

His walking posture is a bit strange, and the irregular life all year round has consumed a large part of his energy.

His figure is still burly, but in fact he is already blessed with puffiness.

Shen Nanfang splashed some water on his face, looked up at the man with a scruffy beard in the dirty mirror, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Old."

He smiled, wet the towel, and walked back to the room.

The only clean and shiny place in this room is the bedside coffee table.

There is a photo frame on the coffee table, and in the photo frame is a black and white photo of a woman.

Because the photo is old, it is a little yellow, but it still can't reduce the charm of the woman's eyes and brows.

He picked up the frame and wiped it with a towel.

In fact, the photo frame and glass are very clean, but he still wipes them meticulously and attentively.

After wiping, he put the photo frame back, took out a dark red velvet cloth from the drawer, and covered the photo frame.

After finishing these things, Shen Nanfang staggered out of the door.

Shen Nanfang hummed a little tune.

In fact, he was in a good mood today. He won a large sum of money in gambling last night. When he was going out, he met the landlord, who greeted him for the first time.

The landlady asked, "Going out?"

Shen Nanfang replied with a loud voice: "Go out for dinner!"

The old lady took the little grandson away with a smile, and it was the first time that she didn't drag him and scold him "shameless".

Shen Nanfang thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this was also the first time he paid the rent on time at the beginning of the month.

There is a noodle shop at the entrance of the alley. He usually only eats vegetarian noodles when he has no money. Today, for the first time, he ate a bowl of double-topped noodles with beef ribs.

The feeling of eating meat was very refreshing, the boss brought it up himself, and patted him on the shoulder: "Are you picking up money?"

"I've been lucky these two days..." Shen Nanfang's eyes revealed a look of complacency, and he lowered his voice, "I won a lot..."

"Yo..." The boss smiled, "Is the money paid off?"

"It's almost there. Let's do another one today..."

"You have to be careful. Casinos are like battlefields. If you are not careful, all previous efforts will be wasted."

"Bah." Shen Nanfang spat, "Don't curse me!"

Shen Nanfang is a very believer, he always feels that "good spirits are not good spirits", and when the owner of the noodle shop said this, he felt a little timid.

Before, Shen Huai promised to give him money, but he didn't give it all. He said that the money was for investment in financial management, and there was not much liquidity, so it was distributed in batches.

He waited for the money from Shen Huai as if he was waiting for his salary. Now that the salary has not come down, he already has a lot of debts.

Fortunately, I have won a lot recently.

It's as if his whole body has been completely transferred.

But Shen Nanfang is also afraid, afraid that this good luck will eventually come to an end.

His mind was distracted, and he thought in his heart that he would not go today, but his body was very honest, and he wanted to go back, but he couldn't help but still walk in the direction of the casino.

Shen Nanfang is a standard gambler. When he has money, he gambles big. When he has no money, he gambles smaller. There may be thousands of miles between big and small.

He has won too much in the past few days, and some people in the arena have already disliked him. He is careful in everything, but no one bothers him.

So he became more flamboyant, and he was very happy after someone flattered him. He was really like a rich man who gave money to the people watching the battle. He started with a hundred, and after a game, he lost a few thousand.

But it's nothing compared to what he won.

It didn't feel good tonight, and I had an intuition that "it's going to hurt" as soon as I sat on it.

He didn't allow himself to be distracted for a moment, his red and bloodshot eyes fixed on the turntable in the middle of the gambling table.

"1-2-3!"

"I won!!! Crap!!!"

Shen Nanfang slammed the table in ecstasy. Not only did he pay off last month's debt, but for the first time - he had his own money.

It wasn't borrowed from others, it wasn't Shen Huai's, it was him, Shen Nanfang, his own money!

"Ouch, why are you crying!"

The person next to him hurriedly handed him a semi-dirty tissue, Shen Nanfang took the tissue and wiped away his tears.

Everyone around, except for the loser who left with his tail between his legs, roared with laughter.

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In the dark study, Shen Huai sat behind the desk with his back to the door.

He bowed his head, closed his eyes, and the surroundings were dark and silent.

Suddenly, faint footsteps came from his ears.

He listened intently, then frowned slightly, his lips could not help but tremble.

A cold light flashed through his eyes through the lens, his expression suddenly froze, he turned around and stood up, pointing at the empty air, "I'm not afraid of you!!!!!!"

"Card!"

Gu Hanshi nodded to the director, the lights came on, Shen Huai took off the plain glasses, panting slightly, his hair was a little wet due to sweating.

"Great, great! It can be said that it is very Wang Ding!"

The young assistant director patted Shen Huai on the shoulder and praised repeatedly, then turned his head and asked Gu Hanshi: "How much do you think Mr. Gu can score?"

Gu Han was taken aback for a moment, and glanced at Shen Huai. He looked at himself with interest, as if he was seriously waiting for the answer.

Gu Hanshi smiled: "Eighty points."

Shen Huai let out a "huh" and shook his head: "It seems that it's not enough."

"Don't be discouraged, at least you passed." The older director stood up and looked at him encouragingly, "Wang Ding, I look at the current Xiaosheng, and only you can play it."

Shen Huai smiled: "Director Zhou, don't comfort me. Is the teacher still there? The dead actors are better than me."

"I'm in my thirties, but I don't dare to call myself a niche." Gu Han paused, "And Wang Tong is a violent [-], so it's not difficult to behave."

A few people were talking when Chen Kequan, who played the leading role Jiang Feng in "Non-Headless Contest", came over.

"Sorry everyone, I disrupted the filming schedule again."

He has a public welfare micro-movie on hand recently, and he runs back and forth between the two ends, often focusing on one side and not the other side.

Chen Kequan is also an actor who has become popular in the past two years, but he is young and established, but he became popular relatively late, and his looks and acting skills are not considered top-notch, but only above-average.

Every once in a while, Wang Minhe and Gu Hanshi analyzed the men and women in the entertainment industry today, and when they mentioned Chen Kequan, they asserted, "This person won't be popular for long, and now this is the limit."

In the past two days, he and Shen Huai also watched Chen Kequan's performance on the set. Shen Huai told him privately, "Chen Kequan can't hold on to the role of Jiang Feng."

At that time, he just smiled and said to Shen Huai that "you shouldn't say that you are not a person behind your back", but he actually agreed in his heart.

However, Chen Kequan's hard work and modesty are true, and he has a good reputation. He doesn't have a lot of fans, but he doesn't have any black fans, and he doesn't like hype.

Such a quiet actor is really rare in today's entertainment industry.

Everyone has a certain amount of talent and ability, and everything cannot be forced.

It's just that someone who is obviously talented like Shen Huai, Gu Hanshi still hopes to tap him to 100%, without wasting anything.

After all, there was very little I could do for him.

"You've been silent a lot these days."

On the way home, Shen Huai said to Gu Hanshi while shaking his hand.

"Drive well." Gu Hanshi put his hands back on the steering wheel and smiled, "Don't be like a soldier, okay?"

Shen Huai raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

It was getting late at this point, Shen Huai drove the car downstairs to Gu Hanshi's house, Gu Hanshi unbuckled his seat belt and asked, "Are you going up?"

"No."

"Angry?"

"Who the hell is the enemy?" Shen Huai couldn't laugh or cry, "It's almost twelve o'clock now. And..." He signaled with his eyes, "The light in your house is on. Gu Yucong is at home."

Gu Han was taken aback for a moment, then looked up, and sure enough, he saw light coming from the kitchen window.

He touched his nose and shrugged: "Okay, then I'll go up first. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After waiting for Gu Hanshi's back to disappear, Shen Huai restarted the car, turned around, and drove out of the community.

Gu Hanshi's home is quite far from Shen Huai's home, and when Shen Huai got home and drove his car into the parking lot, it was already 12:30.

After a day's work, he was very tired. In the elevator, he took the key out of his pocket in a daze. As soon as he took the key out, the elevator door opened.

The voice control light came on immediately, he looked up, and then froze.

——Shen Nanfang?

"Why are you here?" He was startled, and asked subconsciously, his voice not low.

Shen Nanfang, who was sitting on the ground, fell asleep with his head down, but now he woke up with a start, and stood up abruptly when he saw him.

"Xiao Huai..."

Shen Huai frowned: "No money? Lost all? How much do you want this time?"

"No!" Shen Nanfang took a step to the side, revealing the sack behind him, and said awkwardly, "I'll... cook for you."

Didn't you come to ask for money?

Shen Huai didn't believe it.

That would just come to ask for more money.

He said coldly, "How long have you been here?"

"Ah, I came around four o'clock."

Shen Huai looked at his face, trying to discern a trace of other intentions from his expression: "Why don't you call me?"

"I'm afraid... I will... disturb you."

"The last time you saw me asking for money, you hit me up. Are you afraid of disturbing me?" Shen Huai snorted softly.

Shen Nanfang swallowed: "I'm not here to ask for money this time. I've already paid off the debt I owe. I still have some money to live on. I... can we go in and talk?"

Shen Huai was silent for a while, then took out the key.

"Step aside."

The author has something to say: If you are watching, let out a roar~~~~~

——The author said with trembling hands without confidence. . .