Today is also tied up by the top stream [entertainment circle]

"Do you need help?" Jian Xing said, "Is there any request, I will ask Zhou Ran to pay attention to it for you?"

"No, no, no need," Zhaoyang shook his head repeatedly, "My roommate... Mr. Lin, he's pretty good at it."

What dare he ask for?

Only one requirement, cheap.

The kind of cheapness that Jian Xing might not be able to imagine.

Lin Xigu has indeed been paying attention to the listings, and has shown Zhaoyang a few sets, but the location is different, and the price and conditions are similar to the current set.Zhaoyang and Lin Xigu are well aware of each other's financial situation, they are together to save money and live together, there is no need to swell their faces and pretend to be fat.

How could it be possible for Zhaoyang to tell Jian Xing, how could it be possible to tell Bai Mingxuan and Tong Caizhe that after becoming an independent actor, the highest paid role he took over was Yang Yixiu in "Not My Race" - 200 million.

Except for his own living expenses, he called almost all of the 200 million yuan to his family as before.

The house where the parents live is very old, and there is a stair room. As the two elders get older, it becomes more and more inconvenient, so I mentioned it to him for a while and wanted to change to a new house.

A few days ago, my father was admitted to the hospital suddenly again, and the medical expenses were even more tense. We had to set aside tens of millions for emergencies to be at ease.

Every once in a while, relatives came to borrow money, and his parents kept bragging about him in front of relatives, saying that he was a big star, made a lot of money, earned millions a year, and boasted that he was awesome, so he had to be generous...

Back then, his parents spent a lot of money for him to terminate the contract with Feiyang Media. Originally, this career did not receive the support of his family. From that day on, he felt that he was in debt all over. There was no contract in black and white. But it was engraved in my heart, pressing him down day and night.

So I can only repay it desperately, and I don’t know how many times I repay it.

The biggest gratification is that there is no commission from the brokerage company, he usually does not socialize, does not need concave shapes, and the cost of appearance is close to zero, which saves a lot of money.

It's easy to take care of myself, I don't have any hobbies to spend money, and I eat three meals a day, which are mediocre.

He is a wild sunflower, as long as he is given a little sunshine and rain, he can chase the sunshine and live tenaciously.

To be able to receive a role like Yang Yixiu depends largely on luck.He didn't even dare to think about the next 200 million.

How can he say such words.

"Okay." Jian Xing didn't ask any more.

After drinking more than half of a glass of water, Jian Xing got up, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Zhaoyang also got up to lead him the way, although the bathroom door could be seen at a glance.

Zhaoyang went into the bathroom first to have a look, even though he knew that there were no flowers to be seen.Fortunately, the bathroom is not dirty, Lin Xigu has the last bit of humanity left.But small is really small, Zhaoyang is very afraid that Jian Xing will not get used to this toilet.

How should I put it, the bathroom in Bai Mingxuan's house is about as big as his two bedrooms.

When Jian Xing came out of the bathroom, he passed the dining table, and didn't notice that there was a large pile of plastic bags on the dining table, half of which had retreated beyond the edge of the table. land.

The mouth of the bag was not tied tightly, and all the contents inside spilled out.

A stack of Jian Xing's posters, in various shapes and poses.

And a few fluorescent boards with the words "Love Xingzi forever", "A single spark can start a prairie fire", "Jane Xing I love you".

In the top poster, Jian Xing's white shirt was only buttoned with the bottom two buttons, most of it was wet, and the light and semi-transparent fabric was close to the waist, outlining a strong and thin waistline.

Jian Xing turned half sideways, and was drinking milk with her head up. Half of the white liquid flowed into her mouth, while the other half slid down her chin and neck.

Beads of sweat were beading on his chest, which was not wet with milk.

The eyes are looking at the camera.Half-squinted, deep and seductive.

If we talk about Jian Xing's shortcomings, what Zhou Ran can't bear the most is his narcissism.

How narcissistic is this person?He saw his finished film more than once, and his first reaction was "I want to fuck myself".

But now, Jian Xing's gaze shifted from this poster to Zhaoyang's face.

Zhaoyang who rushed over to see this scene opened his lips slightly, and the tips of his ears burned bright red for half a second.

He cracked.

What is this all about? ? ?

Lin Xigu, you are dead.

Zhaoyang picked up the things in a hurry, and Jian Xing helped him, folded the posters neatly, put them back on the table, and asked playfully, "Do you need my signature?"

He flipped through them casually, none of these posters were the same, and it's only been so long since his debut, so he probably collected all the materials he could.

Zhaoyang immersed himself in stuffing those fluorescent boards and various support items back into the plastic bag. At this moment, he was in no mood to worry about whether they would be damaged. When he opened his mouth, his tongue got knotted in his mouth, and he couldn't speak clearly, "No ,Need not……"

"Really?" Jian Xing raised his eyebrows, Zhaoyang didn't look at him, so he moved closer, his voice was like an invisible snake, gliding over every inch of Zhaoyang's skin, "I am in front of me, don't you seize the opportunity? "

There will be a fan meeting in Jian Xing's itinerary tomorrow, and it's clear what these support items are for.

He really didn't expect that the senior would prepare such a big surprise for him.

Although this senior is dull, cautious, and stubborn, the inner wall is three feet thick, looks clear and clean, and does not stir up dust, but it is actually frozen for thousands of miles.

But it doesn't matter.How do you say that?

One step is enough for him.The remaining 99 steps, come by yourself.

Zhaoyang hurriedly explained, "These should belong to Teacher Lin..."

To be precise, it should belong to Lin Xigu's cousin who is known as Jian Xing's brainless fan.

As Zhaoyang said, he raised his head, his eyes watered, and looked at Jian Xing earnestly and anxiously.

He likes Jian Xing, but he is not a crazy fan of Jian Xing, really not.

There is an unwritten rule in the industry that the two actors who are the main CP of a drama or movie, especially same-sex dramas, in order to avoid suspicion, it is best not to have personal relationships or contract in public within half a year after the filming.Jian Xing and Zhao Yang are on a fuzzy boundary line, theoretically they play the protagonist and the villain, but their CP fans have become more and more fanatical, not CP, but better than CP, and Jian Xing has no intention of shy away from it at all. It's already very subtle to pull him to shoot the cover and bring him on the show.If he doesn't control the scale well, Zhaoyang is afraid that Jian Xing will think that he also wants to use the CP heat to stalk him.

There are many such examples in the circle.If you can't make a show, some people become a true couple, and some people can't even be friends in the end.

Zhaoyang never expected the former.He only hopes that if there is a chance to meet in the future, he and Jian Xing can say hello and ask how you are doing.

This is the bird and the fish.

I can't go up, you won't come down.But I still try to cling to the tenuous bond between us.

Looking at Zhaoyang's clear eyes, Jian Xing unconsciously moved his Adam's apple.He just drank half a glass of water, but now he is burning with thirst.

Jian Xing didn't care about Zhaoyang's explanation, it sounded like a cover-up to him.He grabbed the plastic bags in Zhaoyang's hand, piled them all on the table, and dragged Zhaoyang to the sofa.Zhaoyang was dragged by him in a daze, feeling that Jian Xing suddenly became irritable for some reason.

After walking a few steps, Jian Xing let go of Zhaoyang's hand, took out his mobile phone, and turned around, "Senior, I read a book recently, and I think it's pretty good. I'm going to audition in two days, but I just don't know how I'm going to do... Are you paired with me?"

Zhaoyang was stunned for a moment, thankfully Jian Xing suddenly said something serious, this is what he is best at.

It's the only thing he's good at.

I can at least be of some use to Jian Xing.

"Yes," Zhaoyang said, "Did you bring the script?"

"I'll send you a WeChat message."

Jian Xing edited it briefly and passed the file over.Zhaoyang opened the file and browsed through it, his expression gradually became stiff.

"You audition..." Zhaoyang asked uncertainly, "Do you want to try this part?"

"En." Jian Xing replied lightly, but firmly.

Zhaoyang paused.

In this scene, the scene is the room.

The content is...

The hero and heroine quarrel.A very violent quarrel.

Then there's the kiss scene.

The kind that starts to censor the content after kissing and kissing.

This is a movie script, and the scale is relatively large. Of course, it is impossible to shoot a scene that cannot be judged. The script is coded after going to bed. Before that, the emotions and moods of the actors depend on their own perception.

Generally speaking, auditions rarely try such awkward scenes.During the official filming, the scene has to be cleared. The audition can’t be surrounded by so many people, can it?

No matter how you think about it, it is unreasonable.

But Jian Xing said that he would try this paragraph.

This time, Jian Xing didn't even ask Zhaoyang if he could do it, but directly said, "Senior, is it convenient to borrow your room?"

Zhaoyang: "..."

To be honest, it's not very convenient.

Two minutes later, the two entered Zhaoyang's room.As soon as the door was closed, Jian Xing took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack.

Seeing that Zhaoyang didn't respond, Jian Xing smiled, "Senior, this scene is indoors, summer."

Zhaoyang: "..."

I had no choice but to take off my down jacket graciously.

I don't know if the air conditioner was turned on too much, he felt his face was so hot that he couldn't stop it.

The heart beat louder and louder.

I always feel that something is not right.

I really want to say, let's forget about it, it's not suitable for him to play the heroine instead.

But I am afraid that I will be passionate.There are a lot of lines in this scene, full of emotions, and the difficulty is indeed not small. The kiss scene is after that. Maybe Jian Xing only meant purely correct lines?

That's what Jian Xing must have meant.He was thinking too much.

They have played against each other so many times, how can they still think wrong.

shame.

Zhaoyang only passed the script for a few minutes, trying hard to memorize the lines, it is impossible to memorize all of them, the main reason is that the emotions must be in place, he has to cooperate with Jian Xing, let Jian Xing find the state.

"I can do it." Zhaoyang said.

The two stood facing each other in front of the bed a few steps apart.Jian Xing looked at Zhaoyang and didn't speak for a while.

At that moment, Zhaoyang couldn't judge whether Jian Xing was in the drama or not.

He was about to ask "has it started?" when Jian Xing suddenly approached him.

Zhaoyang was startled, and retreated reflexively.

The background of this script is a troubled world, and the emotional drama between the hero and heroine is not tender at all, but has a kind of cruel and unruly beauty.Jian Xing stared at him, walking slowly and heavily, gritting his teeth every word, "I want it now. Immediately. Immediately."

Very straightforward lines.This section is the moment when the two of them explode emotionally throughout the film.

Zhaoyang stabilized his mind and put on the aura that a heroine should have, "What if I say no?"

Jian Xing smiled, with love and determination in her eyes, "Then I will die with you now."

The two confronted each other, speechless.

Jian Xing's voice was hoarse, "I love my country. I have defended it for 10 years. But I don't know what I am for. You know, I'm tired. I'm really tired."

His eyes sharpened sharply again, he grabbed Zhaoyang's arms, and pressed him heavily against the wall, the determination in his smile turned into desperate ferocity, "You know, I just want to live a good life. Even just once."

Zhaoyang opened his mouth, but before he could answer the next line—Jian Xing's momentum was so compelling that he couldn't even remember what the next line was—Jian Xing pressed over, bowing his head and covering his lips.

"!"

Zhaoyang's mind suddenly went blank.He didn't expect Jian Xing to advance the kiss scene so much, and they still had a lot of lines to match... No, they shouldn't have kissed at all...

Jian Xing's actions are too domineering, he is not in the same style as he who is usually playful and playful in the world, as if he wants to not only grab Zhaoyang's lips, tongue, but even his whole body firmly and melt into his mouth.

Zhaoyang's first reaction was to push him away, but Jian Xing didn't move at all, but pressed him even tighter.Zhaoyang's back was pressed against the wall, obviously wanting to escape, wanting to say no, but for some reason, he could only face up desperately, facing Jian Xing's rampant kiss, letting him get whatever he wanted.

He couldn't utter a single word, and he couldn't breathe smoothly. He could only feel the tip of Jian Xing's soft but aggressive tongue, which had a very faint, indescribable taste, which was entangled with his taste buds, forcing his mouth to close. Can't get up.There is also Jian Xing's familiar and unique smell of perfume, the warmth of the palm pressing his wrist...

For a moment, Zhaoyang felt that Jian Xing was still the leading actor in the play, and the madness of wanting to live a good life was all vented in this kiss.

Until Jian Xing reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, let him cling to his chest, turned around, fell on the bed, supported the mattress with his right knee and left hand, put his arms around Zhaoyang's waist and gently put him down, the kind of embedding engraved in The tenderness in the bones does not belong to any character, it only belongs to Jian Xing.

And, that look.

Under the warm yellow light, Jian Xing quietly looked down at him.

The dark pupils refracted the fine light, reflecting a river of stars.

Zhaoyang was about to suffocate.

At this moment, he knew that this was no longer acting.

Zhaoyang's slightly parted lips had just been kissed by Jian Xing and were completely water-stained, and a little red and swollen, his face was as red as his ears, and a pair of clear eyes looked at him absent-mindedly, filled with water vapor, as if he was about to cry .Jian Xing couldn't bear it any longer, and lowered her head to kiss Zhaoyang. This time, she was less forceful and more tender.

The left hand was still supporting the bed, and the right hand deftly lifted the hem of Zhaoyang's clothes until it reached the collarbone.

Zhaoyang's chest and waist are clearly revealed, dazzlingly white.

Jian Xing touched Zhaoyang's body a few times indiscriminately, kissing more and more urgently on the lips, and lowered his right hand, almost forcefully trying to untie the belt of Zhaoyang's jeans.

He has imagined many times that when this day really comes, he must not treat it carelessly, and he must be gentle with his seniors in every possible way.

It's all bullshit.

Now he realizes that he can't wait.

Can't wait a second.

From just now until now, Zhaoyang was so distracted by Jian Xing's kiss, he knew what Jian Xing was doing in a daze, but he couldn't think rationally at all.It wasn't until Jian Xing put his hand on his belt that he suddenly woke up, "Don't..."

With just one word, Jian Xing blocked all the rest of the words.Jian Xing kissed more fiercely, Zhaoyang wanted to curl up his body, but was suppressed by Jian Xing without any freedom, so he had to take advantage of the moment when Jian Xing let go of his mouth, "Don't—"

The hoarse voice contained faint crying.

Jian Xing was taken aback.

...not to welcome or refuse.

Not installed.

He was real, resisting.

A bucket of ice water, poured on the head.

The beast in Jian Xing's body was howling soaring to the sky a second ago, but now it languished and died down.

run away.

He still supported Zhaoyang, looked at Zhaoyang's embarrassed side face, raised his hand, and wanted to wipe his tears.

When his fingers were about to touch his face, he froze.

Take your hand back.

Jian Xing got up slowly, trying not to touch Zhaoyang in the process.

Look left and right, pull the blanket at the corner of the bed, and cover Zhaoyang carefully.

Zhaoyang justifiably curled up into a red shrimp under the blanket, not daring to look at Jian Xing again.

Jian Xing sat on the corner of the bed, with her back to Zhaoyang.

There was silence for half a minute.

"Senior, I'm sorry."

for many things.

"I……"

I did not do it on purpose.

This is too false.Can't say it.

But he really didn't want to make Zhaoyang uncomfortable.

He never thought that some things that he had always taken for granted would make Zhao Yang so uncomfortable.

Jian Xing got up, took her coat, put it in her arm, and opened the door without looking back.

"Senior, take a good rest...I'm leaving."

Zhaoyang couldn't sleep at all.

It took half an hour before Zhaoyang dared to get out of the quilt, adjusted his clothes, and walked around the room carefully.No one was there.

Jane Xing really left.

Even the water glasses on the table have been washed and placed quietly in the kitchen.

As if not intending to leave a trace.

The house was empty, and a piece of my heart seemed to have been drasticly dug out.

Too caught off guard.From beginning to end, he had no room for preparation.

Zhaoyang was staring into the air, when the door opened.

Zhaoyang was startled, and turned his head to look. Lin Xigu was also taken aback when he saw Zhaoyang, "Hey, you're back? Where's Jian Xing? Didn't he send you back?"

Zhaoyang: "..."

Seeing that Zhaoyang's expression was wrong, his clothes and hair were disheveled, his eyes were red, and he was out of his mind, Lin Xigu was surprised, "Why don't you just record the live broadcast for two days, as for what, I haven't seen you so tired after several months of filming."

Zhaoyang remained silent.He could hear Lin Xigu talking, but his mind couldn't analyze what Lin Xigu said.

Lin Xigu realized that something was wrong, put down the takeaway box, and walked over to look at him. Seeing this, he couldn't help frowning, and pulled Zhaoyang's collar to look closely, "Fuck, what is this?"

"Ah?" Zhaoyang was startled.

Of course Lin Xigu knew what it was.This is a hickey, and it's still very fresh. It can be seen that the person who did it was very anxious.

Lin Xigu exploded.Every time Zhaoyang takes on a role in these years, he will more or less encounter social entertainment that is difficult to turn down. The celebrity position is not important, the key is his face, which can make too many people think.Zhaoyang would not go if he didn’t want to go, even if he could play the leading role if he went, he could only play the leading role if he didn’t go, at worst, he would always play the leading role.

If he really wants to go, Zhaoyang has no manager, no assistant, and no backer. The only person who can protect him is Lin Xigu.Lin Xigu dealt with directors and managers all day long, and he knew the faces of these people best. He had seen countless routines at dinner parties. The worst time for Zhaoyang was when he was poured into alcohol and vomited. With Lin Xigu watching, at least he didn't People can take him away.

Lin Xigu never expected that one day, something would happen in their own nest.

"Is it Jian Xing?" Lin Xigu's eyes were about to burst into flames.He never thought that Jian Xing would do such a thing.Zhaoyang is not a person who is easy to get along with people. He has a very cautious eye on people, which is the reason why he has been able to protect his life wisely all the way to the present.After working with Jian Xing for half a year, Zhaoyang said all good things about Jian Xing in front of Lin Xigu. Lin Xigu also really felt that Jian Xing was sincerely good to Zhaoyang, so when Jian Xing said that he wanted to send Zhaoyang home, Lin Xigu Gu didn't think much of it.

If it is really Jian Xing...he is half of the accomplice.

He could never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

"No..." Zhaoyang finally realized what Lin Xigu was referring to, and hurriedly shook his head.

Lin Xigu didn't believe it, he had never seen Zhaoyang in such a frightening state, and he was about to lift Zhaoyang's clothes with his hand.

"It's really not—" Zhaoyang blocked Lin Xigu's hand, he hadn't seen it himself, and he was really not sure if there were any strange marks left on his body, if there were...

He and Jian Xing jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't clean up.

"Don't be afraid," Lin Xigu was about to lose his temper, "No matter who it is, I really bullied you, I—"

He paused, "We always have a way to ruin his reputation! Don't fucking swallow your anger!"

"It's really not—!" Zhaoyang was also in a hurry, and the volume became louder, and he yelled back at Lin Xigu, "Don't think about such a mess, I just—"

He was quick to think, "The car hit someone on the way back, and I'm afraid—"

In this state of mind, he could still come up with such a seamless excuse, who said he was not a born actor?

Lin Xigu froze, "Damn it, bumped into someone???"

Zhaoyang suppressed the trembling in his voice, "Yes."

Zhaoyang's forced calm made his words more believable, Lin Xigu hurriedly asked, "What's going on?"

Zhaoyang made up a story in a few words, saying that he hit a drunk man and was sent to the hospital. His life was not in danger. The next step was to deal with the claim. Strictly speaking, it was the responsibility of Jian Xing's driver and had nothing to do with Jian Xing This matter must not be spread, otherwise the victim will be pestered to demand a huge amount of compensation when they learn of Jian Xing's identity, and black fans will also take the opportunity to make trouble.

What Zhaoyang said was reasonable and well-founded, Lin Xigu had no choice but to believe it, and promised again and again, absolutely keeping his mouth shut.

Zhaoyang solved an inexplicable crisis, and now he is really tired, so he stopped talking and went back to his room to rest.

It took a long time for Lin Xigu to think of an unresolved doubt.

What happened to the hickey?