under the rose

Fu Xingyun left the dressing room in a hurry, the warmth of Wen Shichuan's thumb still remained on his face.

A few days later, Zhang Ting cut out the preview of this interview and put it on the platform.The preview was very short, less than 1 minute, and some short sentences were cut, which magnified the little gunpowder during the conversation between the two by many times.Sure enough, the number of retweets immediately increased, and the message reminders from Fu Xingyun also continued to increase.

Fu Xingyun didn't go out for many days, and even the paparazzi at the gate of the community couldn't hold on anymore, so they all dispersed.Fu Xingyun stretched his legs at home, swiping his phone while eating snacks.

Among them, most of them were discussing Wen Shichuan.

Fu Xingyun had been popular for a few years before, and there was a commotion some time ago, his face is probably tired of the public.But for Wen Shichuan, now is the time when the public is curious about him.

Fu Xingyun thought about it, edited a paragraph, and forwarded the trailer.

"I haven't seen you in many years, Brother Chuan is still so handsome. The chat this time is so fun, I look forward to the show's launch!"

With the show's launch time and a few cute and playful expressions, Fu Xingyun was so tired that he couldn't stand it.But he thought to himself, since the popularity has simmered, he must stalk to the end. Didn't Wen Shichuan say that he wants to be popular, then he wants to be popular to the end.There is heat, don't rub it in vain.

Fu Xingyun looked back at these two short sentences again, and still felt that they were too nasty.He had never called Wen Shichuan "Brother Chuan" before, he used to call him by his first name, except on the bed, where he used to call him anything in a mess.

Sure enough, Fu Xingyun's retweeting immediately became popular in the comments of the retweet.Fu Xingyun even saw someone cut a short video of the two of them from Wen Shichuan's old film, so he didn't go any further, just like this, too much.But until the feature film of the show came out, Wen Shichuan didn't respond.

Fu Xingyun clicked on his homepage, and found that Wen Shichuan basically didn't use social software, and there was no such thing as cooperating with publicity, which made Fu Xingyun feel a little hot-faced and cold-ass.It is estimated that the public aesthetics tends to be somewhat masochistic. The more Wen Shichuan is like this, the more everyone blows him up to the sky.

Fu Xingyun felt a little awkward in his heart. Anyway, he has re-entered the public eye. With the help of Wen Shichuan's Dongfeng, his image has finally become a little more positive, and there are some notices on hand. He carefully selects After a while, I picked a TV series and an online interview.

The online interview is led by Zhang Ting. It can be regarded as a derivative column of "Between Left and Right", and the interview is broadcast live by one person.

Fu Xingyun agreed to participate without saying a word, determined to keep the popularity of this show to the end.This live interview was actually performed by Zhang Ting herself. She has been in the variety show industry for more than ten years, and she just moved from the front to the back a few years ago.Fu Xingyun did her homework in advance, and looked at Zhang Ting's previous interviews. She has a sharp style. On the day of the live broadcast, Fu Xingyun went out with a heart.

When they arrived at the live broadcast, Fu Xingyun and Zhang Ting sat down and asked the first question without any greetings.

Fu Xingyun looked at the camera in astonishment: "Has it already started?"

Zhang Ting smiled: "I've been filming, I started early. Teacher Fu, ah, do you mind if I call you that? It seems to be popular these days, and 'teacher' comes and goes 'teacher' every now and then. Would you be uncomfortable at that time?"

Fu Xingyun immediately entered the state of preparation for battle, and answered with all his energy.

Sure enough, Zhang Ting quickly asked Wen Shichuan, and she said, "You and Director Wen are old friends? Were you on good terms before?"

Fu Xingyun made up his mind to wipe Wen Shichuan's enthusiasm to the end. He probably organized his words in his mind. When he was about to speak, he saw his assistant Xiao Jiang coming in, standing around a corner that the camera couldn't capture. Pacing, looking very anxious.Zhang Ting's assistant also winked at Zhang Ting, Zhang Ting signaled the camera to take a close-up of Fu Xingyun, and looked down at his phone.

Fu Xingyun was a little dazed, he didn't know what happened, so he could only pretend he didn't see it, and continued to answer the question just now.

Zhang Ting obviously didn't pay attention to what he just answered. When the camera cut back to the two of them again, Zhang Ting was a little excited. His eyes hidden behind the glasses lit up, staring at Fu like a lioness who saw meat. OK.Fu Xingyun had a bad premonition, and moved his buttocks on the chair, waiting for Zhang Ting to make a move.

She pushed up her glasses, looked at Fu Xingyun sharply, and asked, "Since you became famous four years ago, it seems that you haven't talked about your childhood life. Are you not a local?"

This question caught Fu Xingyun by surprise, he was stunned, and said, "What?"

His reaction was within Zhang Ting's expectation. She then asked, "What occupations did your parents do? I saw a photo of you when you were a child. Do you still have any memory?"

Zhang Ting turned on the phone screen for Fu Xingyun to see.

Fu Xingyun froze completely, it was that photo, an old and yellowed newspaper, reporting a sensational story, the accompanying picture was of him at the age of eight, at a loss.Zhang Ting didn't expect his reaction to be so big, but she could predict how curious the audience would be after the live broadcast, and she knew that this episode of the show would be a hit.

She said, "Do you want to talk?"

Fu Xingyun completely lost the ability to speak, his whole body was shaking, and he couldn't stop shaking with all his strength, his upper and lower teeth were colliding with each other.He stood up suddenly and bumped into the small glass table. The lemonade on the table was bumped and spilled all over Zhang Ting.Zhang Ting stood up with a scream. Before she could speak, she saw Fu Xingyun's face pale like a ghost, and he fled the scene. The assistant followed closely behind him, leaving the staff in a room looking at each other.

Xiao Jiang ran out with Fu Xingyun all the way. Fu Xingyun ran so fast that he got into the elevator all at once. He couldn't catch up, so he had to go up the elevator next to him and chased him all the way to the underground parking lot.He watched Fu Xingyun get into his car, stepped on the accelerator, and the car staggered forward, almost hitting the wall.

Xiao Jiang was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly shouted: "Brother Yun, I, I, I will drive for you!"

He opened the car door, Fu Xingyun was slumped in the driver's seat, his seat belt was not fastened, he looked as if he had just been fished out of the water, his shirt was stuck to his body.Xiao Jiang didn't dare to say a word, he obediently drove Fu Xingyun and sent him home.He watched Fu Xingyun walk into the bedroom like a ghost, and threw himself on the bed.

Xiao Jiang didn't dare to let Fu Xingyun stay at home alone, so he helped him to cover the door. The calls at the other end of the studio were one after another, and his mobile phone was about to explode. On the search, the related words are very sensational.

"Murderer", "Orphan", "Husband Killer"

Xiao Jiang looked back at Fu Xingyun who was huddled in a ball in the bedroom. He was a little nervous, so he clicked on Hot Search.

He has been with Fu Xingyun for four years, and he is not very familiar with Fu Xingyun's past. He only vaguely knows that Fu Xingyun is an orphan, and he dare not ask.He browsed hastily, and the most widely circulated news was an old news. There was a peasant woman in a certain mountain village who intended to kill her husband, and then committed suicide by taking pesticide, leaving her eight-year-old son behind.

This eight-year-old child is Fu Xingyun.

There was a lot of discussion below, some came here for curiosity, and made the case shocking, saying that the walls of the dilapidated farmhouse were all splattered with blood.Some came to Fu Xingyun, saying that the child of a murderer can actually become a star, and the influence is too bad.There are also those who come purely to gossip, and the whole scene is lively and lively.

Zhang Ting's interview was broadcast live, and the video of Fu Xingyun fleeing from the live broadcast also went viral.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

Someone knocked on the door, and Xiao Jiang's whole mind was focused on this old case, and he was startled by the hasty knock on the door.The person who knocked on the door saw that there was no answer, so they knocked more anxiously, and Xiao Jiang hurried to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the people standing outside were beyond Xiao Jiang's expectation, and he froze.

Wen Shichuan was standing outside the door, with his hands still raised, as if he was about to continue knocking on the door, his forehead was covered with sweat, and there were several sweat stains on the chest of his T-shirt, his brows were frowning, his mouth was slightly open and panting, he Ask: "What about him?"

Wen Shichuan was still following the security guard. The security guard looked at Wen Shichuan vigilantly, and argued to Xiao Jiang: "Mr. Jiang, do you know him? I can't stop him from breaking in all the way. Do you need me to call the police?"

Wen Shichuan ignored them, and directly squeezed into the house sideways beside Xiaojiang, looked around the living room, his eyes accurately locked the half-closed bedroom door, and went straight.

Xiao Jiang could only look at the security guard in blank dismay: "It's all right, I'm sorry to trouble you, I know you."

In the dark room with the blackout curtains drawn, Fu Xingyun felt that he had turned back into that bewildered eight-year-old child, trembling because of the stress response, hiding under the quilt, biting his index finger knuckles nervously, delusional Can avoid all unwanted damage.

Someone gently tore off his quilt and hugged him curled up into his arms.

He smelled a strange and familiar smell.

The owner of the smell whispered: "Do you hear me? Don't bite your fingers, Songsong, it's okay, I'm here."

The author says:

The two protagonists are not perfect, when the latter two start to play around, I hope everyone scolds lightly (.