Star II

On the second day after returning home, I was lucky enough to have lunch with my mother.

I haven't seen her for a year, but she is still charming. It is difficult for the years to leave traces on her body. There are too many people who love her, and there are too many people who demand her attention. I can only get half an hour by virtue of my blood relationship.

"Are you used to living here? If you have any questions, please contact Qiao Yan directly. Don't worry about me." In order to keep in shape, the mother put down the dishes after eating two nutritious meals.

I cut the steak and didn't look into her eyes: "Uncle Joe arranged it very well."

There was silence for 2 minute.

Mother asked: "Does your father know about your return to China?"

"Yes," I said, "he transferred 20 to me."

The mother sneered: "I will always only use money to maintain relationships."

When I heard this, I paused in my hands and almost blurted out, so what do you use to hold it together, but in the end I didn't say anything and swallowed a mouthful of beef.

She stared at me for a long time and sighed: "If you don't want to do this, it's still too late to refuse."

"It's okay," I wiped my mouth, "just take it as a part-time job for Aunt Lin."

My mother smiled again, this time without sarcasm, and asked me, "How much salary do you want?"

I opened my mouth and said in a muffled voice, "I saw a painting last time I visited an art exhibition."

My mother showed no surprise and said to me: "You send it to Cheng Wen."

Cheng Wen is my mother's financial advisor. When I want to spend a lot of money, I will contact him.

I wanted to say something more, but she had already stood up, and half an hour was up, and she was always punctual and never delayed.

I put down the knife and fork to send her downstairs, but was rejected, and the bodyguards outside the box lowered their hands respectfully.

"You should eat more when you grow up." Mother brushed her long hair, took two steps, and turned around, "I told Xiao Lin, you can do whatever you want in the show, don't force yourself, they won't make things difficult You, even if there is news about playing big names, I will publicize it, so don't worry."

Hearing this sentence of caring, I no longer forced myself to watch her leave, and when I closed the door, I was left alone. The lingering scent of perfume in the air was the evidence that she had been here.

The steak on the table was cold, and it tasted bitter after eating it. I forced two mouthfuls, but I couldn't swallow it, so I still fed it to the trash can.

I didn't ask Gu An to pick me up, and took a taxi back to the apartment by myself.

In the afternoon, I received a call from Aunt Lin. She said that before the filming of the show, there was a dinner party for the main creators. She asked me if I would like to come and recognize the person, but I politely declined.No matter how uproarious it is uploaded on the Internet, I have no interest in participating in the entertainment circle so far.

Aunt Lin did not persuade me to join the group, but sent me a WeChat business card, which was my follow-up director, surnamed Hou.

After the friend passed, Director Hou's first sentence was "Don't call me Brother Monkey, call me Brother Yuan." A flow chart followed.

Hou Yuan, an ape, his parents named him really special.

I wanted to reply "Okay" and end the chat directly, but when I was typing, I accidentally added a sentence.

Father's surname is Hou, mother's surname is Yuan?

The other party gave me a thumbs up emoji, and even said that I finally met a bosom friend who would buy me a drink another day, and then there was no more, it should be at Aunt Lin's wine table.

I unconsciously tapped on the dimmed phone screen with my fingertips, thinking whether Xu Jin or Xu Lan was better, and then I had to admit that both were awkward.

Instead of going to face-to-face recognition, I chose to recognize people online. Except for me, the "mysterious guest", the rest of the list is open and transparent. There are three child stars, two boys and one girl, and five stars, two girls and three boys.

I thought it would be a man and a woman with children. According to this list, Aunt Lin probably wanted to make a couple.

She really hoped that the show would be popular.

I searched for photos by name one by one. This project was more difficult than I imagined. Their makeup and PS levels fluctuated, which made me look at them for a long time and couldn't match them.

Among these personal names, there is one person who is very familiar to me, that is, "Yan" I "saw" at the airport.

Mu Haoyan, 27 years old, came from a talent show and made his debut. He graduated as an idol at the age of 25. At the age of 26, he successfully transformed with the movie "Wisdom" and entered the film and television industry as an actor. Currently, he is very popular among the new generation of male stars.

I rubbed my chin, looked through yesterday's browsing history, and sure enough, I saw his name again among the so-called male stars who had a crush on me.

I found a few close-ups of Mu Haoyan, and I confirmed that the marketing account is written with eyes closed, he is not my type in any way.

I look like my mother, too feminine for a man, but he is handsome and tall, the only similarity is that he has the same excellent skin as me.

I admired beauty, admired his heroic beauty, and unknowingly saved many photos. When I came back to my senses, my first thought was - don't blame his fans for being so crazy.

The static picture alone will be sucked in by those deep eyes. If you are stared at affectionately, who can resist it?

The more I looked at it, the more itchy my fingertips became, and I couldn't help but picked up the sketchbook and drew a few portraits based on his photos.

After finishing the painting, I was very satisfied. I picked the one I was most satisfied with, signed my name on the lower right corner, decided to frame it, and gave it to him as a meeting gift when the shooting started.

At that time, he will definitely not take it for nothing, so I asked him to be my mannequin in return.

After returning to school, if Nathaniel wanted to pester me again, I could still take out my drawing book and say that I had found a model I liked in China, which really killed two birds with one stone.

On the day the show officially started filming, Director Hou led the camera team and sent me a message half an hour before knocking on the door, asking me to prepare in advance, so I was calm when I opened the door, but they all stared wide-eyed.

There were eight people standing outside the door, two photographers carrying the machine, Gu An and Director Hou, and four staff members.

Director Hou stared at me for a long time, and said the same thing as Gu An.

"Are you really not going to enter the showbiz?"

I didn't bother to answer, and handed each of them a pair of shoe covers.

After the two photographers entered the room, they split into two groups, one took pictures of me and the other took pictures of the room.

According to the process, my task in the morning is to pack the luggage for the three-day trip.

Director Hou asked me to pretend that they didn't exist and just do my own thing. After all, this is my first time participating in a variety show and I couldn't help but look at the camera, but the big cameraman blushed.

Director Hou seemed to find it very interesting. Instead of stopping me, he called another cameraman who was running around the room and asked him to take pictures of the reaction of cameraman No. 1.

The big cameraman faltered and said that Sister Lan was his goddess.

Director Hou began to ask me questions based on his reaction.

He asked: "Will the fact that your mother is a movie queen cause trouble in your life?"

I thought in my heart, but said no.

He then asked: "Do you mind if people on the Internet call you 'the second generation of stars'?"

With my hand on the suitcase, I looked up and smiled at him: "My mother is indeed a shining star."

Director Hou also smiled, and winked at me: "Actually, I'm also a fan of Blue Goddess."

I am noncommittal.

Seeing that I didn't answer the call, he directed the camera to take a close-up of my luggage, especially the painting utensils.

"Are you studying oil painting?"

I replied: "I have learned a little."

"Hope to see your art exhibition in the future."

"Thank you."

He changed the subject: "I heard that you went abroad to study when you were five years old. Did you work hard abroad?"

I answered irrelevantly: "I go back to China every year."

Director Hou was obviously stuck, and didn't ask further questions for a long time, while the rest of the staff looked at each other in blank dismay.

His original intention was to let me talk about life abroad, and then sell it miserably, and talk about the loneliness and homesickness of being away from home when I was young.However, I don't want to talk about my private life, so I won't cooperate with him.

I also practiced Tai Chi for the next few questions. Sometimes I was too lazy to do Tai Chi, so I just avoided answering it, and Director Hou scratched his head.

Behind him, a female staff member wearing glasses covered her mouth and whispered, "Brother Yuan, didn't you say he is very good?"

Director Hou smiled wryly, stopped, and said to me earnestly: "If you do this, there will be no editing content in the later stage, and the broadcast will be worthless."

I said: "It doesn't matter, it's unreasonable to study art, and the audience will understand."

Director Hou choked completely.

I don't take hard and soft, and I can't be shaken. In the second half of the process, Hou Dao completely gave up setting up a character for me, and let me play freely.

But when I picked up the last item, Director Hou's eyes lit up, staring at the picture frame in my hand. In the middle of it was a low profile face, and the scattered hair on the forehead softened his too sharpness. the lines.

"This painting is by Mu Haoyan, right? Are you Huo Miao?"

I don't understand why he suddenly became excited, and shook his head calmly: "No."

Director Hou asked unwillingly, "Then why did you bring his portrait alone?"

I said, "I can draw your profile picture, too."

"Oh?" Director Hou asked curiously, "Can I do it now?"

Two cameras, one filming my whole body, the other started to close up my hands, they seemed to be preparing to film the process of my painting.

I was not in a hurry to take out the painting tools, but spread my hands to Director Hou.

Director Hou looked at my palm in confusion.

I explained, "At school, my painting starts at $[-], and I only accept cash."

Director Hou said quietly, "Didn't it make sense to study art?"

I carefully packed the picture frame and put it in my backpack, zipped it up, and met his resentful eyes in leisurely time: "So I'm not going to give you a discount."

The light in Director Hou's eyes went out again.