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I blame myself for mentioning that I had a ride waiting for me while on the plane.
At this moment, I was sitting in the back seat with Meng Sicong, about an hour away from his home.
To ease the low pressure, I asked the driver to turn on the radio.
"This year marks the seventieth anniversary of the victory in the War of Resistance, dear listeners!"
The host's enthusiastic voice came through, "To commemorate this great victory, please don't forget to pay attention to the upcoming war drama 'Distinguishing Friends from Foes.' I've heard that Meng Sicong's character, the Japanese leader, meets a rather tragic end. Now, in our next segment..."
Why bring that up now?!
I lunged forward and turned off the radio, then turned to Meng Sicong with an awkward smile. "You really have quite a reputation."
His gloomy expression didn't improve at all with my sweet smile; I could feel a deep resentment in his gaze.
For some reason, I felt a surge of guilt rising within me.
I looked down and rummaged through my bag for a moment until I finally found something suitable for him.
I handed him a relatively upscale eye mask. "I heard that actors often suffer from lack of sleep while filming. This eye mask has aromatherapy features that can help with sleep; it's really useful. I bought two when I went to City A, so I'll give this one to you."
Meng Sicong took the eye mask and examined it for a while before looking up and asking me, "Do you have one just like it?"
I nodded, "Yeah, luckily I bought two. I only gave it to you because you're my friend, so don't be picky about it."
He stared at me for a few seconds before suddenly turning to look out the window. Through the reflection in the car window, I thought I saw him smiling.
I must have been mistaken; how could a sleep mask make him so happy?
But why were his ears turning red?
People in the entertainment industry are truly baffling.
Regardless, I felt a bit more at ease after giving away the gift.
When we arrived outside Meng Sicong's neighborhood, he got out of the car with his bag. Just as he was about to close the door, he suddenly said, "Actually, I hope that if you have time, you can come watch the play I'm in. It's called Gang Leader and it's about thugs and bullies. I haven't acted in something like that for many years; it was one of my first roles when I started out."
Being confronted with a lie like that is really uncomfortable.
When I got home, I saw a message from Meng Sicong on WeChat. He had sent me the names of several TV dramas he participated in and even listed them in order for me to watch.
Although I wasn't very interested, it felt a bit unreasonable not to check them out after he went through all that trouble.
So, I spent an entire evening downloading those shows. Every day after work, I watched a few episodes.
Actually, Meng Sicong's roles were quite diverse—he played a high-ranking executive involved in financial fraud, a deranged kidnapper and murderer, and a treacherous villain who twists the truth.
But in every play, he is not a villain without reason.
On the contrary, behind these malicious acts lie heart-wrenching reasons. Sometimes, when he transforms from a weakling into a powerful antagonist, I even feel a bit of satisfaction.
As I watched through it all, I realized that I had developed a different perspective on Meng Sicong.
Through those love-hate characters, I gradually felt that his face isn't really that villainous.
When he plays a good person, he actually looks quite like one.
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