Chapter Six

  After thinking for a long time, one day he suddenly realized because he laughed too much.

  Originally a face suitable for playing deep and sexy, one smile is all wasted. Deep eyes, sexy lips, when smiling they are all curved, looking not like the star that can't be chased at the horizon, but rather like the neighbor next door holding a watering can to water flowers, asking you good morning in the sunlight.

  What a pity.

  Look at him, immersed in the entertainment circle for ten years, he has actually cultivated his baby face into an icy prince's magic, smiling or not smiling, forever hooking you from a distance that is neither far nor near, making your heart itch, unable to help but want to chase after him, yet somehow always out of reach.

  But anyway, later is later and now is now.

  Now Ke Yuan was pinned down by Da Ge, the man's slightly widened eyes staring at him unblinkingly, his breath carrying a faint scent of tobacco smoke hotly spraying on his cheek. What made it even more infuriating was that he had one knee bent and inserted between Ke Yuan's legs without being aware of it, and with each rise and fall of his breathing, there was even a slight tremble.

  Ke Yuan is gay, no need to say more, with this posture for another ten seconds, he will get hard.

  "Bang."

  It's too hot, a drop of sweat slid down the silly big guy's temple, slid across his cheek and nose tip, and suddenly fell between his eyebrows.

  Ke Yuan slowly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to make his voice sound calm with a hint of relaxation: "Alright, I won't call the police, but can you please get off me first?"

  The silly big guy also felt embarrassed, propped himself up with one hand, sat down to the side, and smiled awkwardly:

  "It's nothing, it's also my responsibility." So, a pretty face is an all-purpose weapon. Just now, Ke Yuan was still full of disdain for him, but now he has softened up on his own accord, "Where's the broom? Let's clean up before it gets dark."

  The silly big guy took immediate action, flipping out a nearly bald broom from the doorway and swinging it wildly. Ke looked on from afar, feeling that he didn't look like he was sweeping the floor, but rather like he was in a flying lesson at Hogwarts, with his Quidditch broomstick out of control.

  "Stop, stop, stop!" The good feeling on his face instantly disappeared, Ke Yuan rushed over and snatched the broom from his hand, driving him away. "I'll do it myself, you just stand aside."

  The broom swept twice, and he suddenly felt that the air pressure around him was getting more and more uncomfortable. He raised his head - Dumb Big Mouth pouted, with a "I'm so sad to be disliked" expression on his face.

  Ko Yuan surrendered: "That... I'm a little hungry, can you make something to eat? Can you make something for me?"

  "Ah, ah, ah! I'm best at stir-frying meat, I'll make it for you to eat!"

  After finishing speaking, she rushed into the kitchen.

  Ke Yuan's mind flashed with a bad premonition, and he followed it into the kitchen. Sure enough, there was a thick layer of oil on the edge of the pot, and the bowl was so slippery that it couldn't be grasped, unclear how long it had been since it was thoroughly cleaned.

  "Hey!" Ke Yuan pointed at the pots and pans, giving orders, "Scrub all of these things... no, scrub them twice! Use dish soap, scrub carefully!"

  After finishing speaking, I didn't want to look at it again and returned to the bedroom.

  At that time, Shu Mu had not yet become famous, and the two of them had also rented a small apartment together. They couldn't afford to hire a cleaner, so they did everything themselves, which is how Ke Yuan developed his excellent skills, comparable to those of a top-notch domestic worker earning 10,000 yuan per month. However, he was in no hurry today, wiping here and there with the cloth, occasionally opening drawers to carefully observe their contents, rummaging through things as usual.

  Not bad, indeed translating something.

  Li Yiheng's question just reminded him.

  The most important thing right now is not to figure out whether there was an inside story behind your car accident, but rather ——

  Who am I?

  He now knows nothing about himself or the big fool, and he can't just go ask the big fool what his name is, otherwise he would be considered a madman. Fortunately, this room is shared by two people, and there are some clues, piecing together, it's possible to piece together a person.

  He was sweeping and searching at the same time, and he actually found it.

  Inside the drawer of the bedside table, there was a cookie box. When opened, two ID cards were placed side by side on top. The one on the left, with pursed lips and staring eyes, had a good-looking face, which was exactly what he looked like now.

  Li Jin, 23 years old, from a small town in the east.

  Look at the one on the right, silly and foolish, with a raised corner of his mouth, as if he had just thought of smiling but was scolded by someone not to, so he forcibly suppressed a brilliant smile back into his stomach.

  Luo Fei, 19 years old, Taurus, from K City, is a silly big guy.

  Ke Yuan remained silent and lifted his head, casting a glance at the figure busy in the kitchen.

  Originally called Luo Fei.

  Underneath the ID card were some receipts, recording when and where he bought clothes, when and where he paid his water and electricity bills, all sorts of tickets were kept neatly stacked inside. Ke Yuan looked through them one by one, sighing repeatedly at the way young people spent their money.

  At the beginning of the month when salary is paid, buy clothes and accessories to dress up like a butterfly, even going to restaurants several more times. By the end of the month, beg dad to tell mom, cooking with just a few drops of oil, not even wanting to see any meat.

  But Ke Yuan patiently squatted here and rummaged through the boxes, not that he wanted to see these meaningless things.

  He continued to dig, and the box was emptied, but surprisingly, only one piece of paper was left, stuck at the very bottom of the box.

  Compared with a single receipt, this paper is slightly thicker, folded into four layers, and faintly reveals some light red ink.

  Ke Yuan furrowed his brow slightly and took out this piece of paper.

  A performance contract.

  The contract was only one page long and stated that he and Luo Fei would star in a certain food advertisement, with the big names of Li Jin and Luo Fei signed at the bottom.

  He's seen many such contracts, advertising companies have low budgets, and most of the time they'll just find someone from a third-rate agency, an art school, or even just grab someone off the street. As long as they look good and don't need much acting skill, it's fine. The contract is simple and perfunctory, pay on the spot after the performance. Some actors who make a living doing this kind of work will rip up the contract as soon as they leave, it's just a cash transaction, once you're off the set, who cares?

  It's hard for this fool to collect it so carefully and heavily.

  Ke Yuan pinched this contract, unsure whether to laugh or sigh.

  In those days, such an opportunity to show his face would have been beneath Shu Mu's notice.

  But it's not surprising, since I let go and got in bed with Li Yi Heng, Shu Mu's rise to fame has been like a rocket soaring upwards, and before I could even taste the bitterness, he's already become a huge star.

  Shu Mu, Shu Mu, I went all out to support you back then, but in the end, you kicked me away and now I'm stuck here doing low-end advertising.

  Lose face and return to grandma's home.

  Ke Yun let out a long sigh, the contract between his fingers fluctuating with his emotions, irregularly deformed, and was about to be crumpled into a ball. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, and someone rushed over in an arrow step, abruptly pulling the contract out of his hand.