After reading through the book, big attacks and small attacks are jealous for me

If not an actor, what can I do?

Shang Tian was lying on the bed, touching his stomach that was flattened by hunger again, and fell into deep thought.

When I was a child, I didn’t know shit. The brush characters I wrote were like earthworms crawling around, and the pictures I drew could be placed at the gate to ward off evil spirits. However, Lu Shi’an, who was one year older than him, seemed to be able to overcome everything, playing chess, calligraphy and painting He is good at everything, and can recite hundreds of poems before he is five years old.

Not only is that annoying ghost better than him in everything, but when he sees him reciting ancient poems with his little hands behind his back, he will stand beside him and listen for a while with a blank expression on his face.

Looking at the gentleman on the surface, he might laugh at himself in his heart.

Shang Tian snorted angrily, and within a second, he was once again hit by the cold and ruthless status quo - the current self still doesn't know how to fuck.

If you don't have anything, you don't have anything, Shang Tian comforted himself, he lived so hard in his previous life, this time it's okay to gnaw on the old!

He took out the original owner's cell phone and rummaged through the address book, only to find that there were no notes about the family like parents. Could it be that the original owner is a little cabbage that neither father nor mother love?

The plot line about the original owner's family background was a mess, Shang Tian clicked his tongue and continued to browse through the address book, trying to find other friends besides Sang Lin.

It would be great if the other party can help find him a job.

However, the reality is cruel. He found that the original owner was a silly and sweet person who likes to be grouped together. Only two people were included in "Intimate" - Sang Lin and Brother Xiong, while the other nearly [-] people were all classified as "Not Intimate". too ripe".

Shang Tian laughed out of anger, and was about to throw down the phone and roll to sleep, when the thing suddenly vibrated.

Sending a message in the middle of the night, presumably the relationship with the original owner is unusual!

Shang Tian raised his eyebrows, held up his mobile phone to check it expectantly, and found that the person who sent him the message was noted as "Uncle Zhu", and his profile picture was a blooming peony flower that middle-aged and elderly people used to.

The excited heart withered instantly.

Shang Tian pouted.

Zhu Bo: Mr. Shang, the meeting time for dinner this week is set at ten o'clock tomorrow night, and I will pick you up at the company then.

Shang Tian couldn't remember where this Uncle Zhu was from, and various questions lingered in his mind, such as what was the relationship between the two of us, and when did we know each other.

However, he still picked the most important question—is there braised pork in the dinner?

Uncle Zhu seemed to be stunned for a while before replying: Yes, take care of yourself.

Although separated by the screen, Shang Tian still felt the kind and gentle aura of the other party.

He licked his lips contentedly, and typed slowly because he was not proficient: Thank you then.

Although the original owner is a poor guy who has no family, no love and no salary, but there is no unparalleled road, so the meal ticket will be delivered to the door?

Even if the other party is a boring old man, but if he can develop into his long-term meal ticket, it is perfectly fine for him to recognize a godfather and do his filial piety!

It took Shang Tian a second to plan the follow-up life of gnawing on the old, and another few tens of seconds to calm his beating heart, and then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

On the other side of the city, an island shrouded in darkness is far away from the lights on the shore. Although it is only separated by a small sea area, it seems to come from a different world, one is the world full of people, The other is a gloomy ghost domain.

Black clouds hung low, and the tall retro building was dimly lit. An old man walked out of it, his gray hair covered under a top hat, and he was coughed by the cold sea breeze before he could open his mouth.

"Zuber, sir... are you going to the island tonight?"

Next to the old man was a young man with a cropped head. He took off his scarf and put it on the other side carefully, with a look of unfamiliarity and fear on his face.

Uncle Zhu didn't speak, just looked up at the other party, and said in a low voice: "Sir, I don't like mint flavor, please be more careful in the future."

The young man lowered his head and sniffed the smell that accidentally stuck to his neckline, and nodded in fear.

Just being relatively silent, the dim night was cut open by a beam of light, and the black commercial vehicle drove over without a sound. Zhu Bo and the young man nodded slightly together until the car stopped in front of the building.

There was a slight smile on Zhu Bo's face, and the few wrinkles on his forehead suddenly deepened.Although it looks like he is in his sixtieth year, he is capable and agile in action.

He stepped forward to open the car door and said softly, "Sir, you are back."

The lights in the commercial vehicle were not turned on, and the man called "Sir" in the back seat did not speak for a while, and could only vaguely see the sharp profile of the other party through the faint moonlight.

Completely different from the salty smell of the sea breeze, the commercial vehicle exudes a special rosin smell, but it is colder than ordinary rosin, as if it has been buried deep in the cold winter snow.

The young man standing behind Uncle Zhu looked up, probably shocked by the opponent's aura, and took a step back timidly, praying frantically in his heart that the sea breeze would blow more violently, so that the smell on his body would be blown away. Keep it clean so that you don't offend your husband on the first day of work.

"What did Xi He do today?"

The man in the car finally broke the silence and spoke indifferently, but the voice was a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for several days.

"Mr. Zhu went to the hospital for an infusion in the morning and read the script at the company in the afternoon. He should have fallen asleep by now." Uncle Zhu replied respectfully.

The man didn't speak, and the whole island seemed to fall into a deathly silence, and even the sea breeze stopped for a moment like joining in the fun.

Uncle Zhu waited for a while, and continued: "Mr. Shang Tian has already agreed, and I will pick him up on the island tomorrow on time."

The man responded, stepped out of the car with long legs, and glanced at the young man not far away.

Zhu Bo immediately said: "I see, sir."

It wasn't until the man's tall back disappeared that the young man touched the cold sweat on his forehead and asked the old man worriedly: "Uncle Zhu, are you... insomnia?"

I just took a look at it just now. Although my husband is so handsome that he is not like ordinary people, the blue color that is glowing in front of his eyes is particularly obvious on that face.

Uncle Zhu smiled lightly: "Don't worry, I can sleep well tomorrow night."

The young man let out an "Oh" and touched the back of his head: "Just now you said you got it, what do you mean?"

Zhu Bo still looked calm: "Sorry, young man, you have been fired."

Early the next morning, Shang Tian was awakened by a knock on the door.

With a head of dumb hair standing up all over, he opened the door like a ghost, and the scorching sun poured in, making him close his eyes subconsciously.

"Shang Tian, ​​why are you so sleepy? I've been knocking on the door for 10 minutes and you can't hear me?"

Before he could see who it was, he was taken aback by the aggressive tone of the other party.

Shang Tian rubbed his eyes and frowned slightly.

"Brother J, don't scare Xiao Tian, ​​we're not in a hurry anyway, it won't matter if we wait a while."

Another voice came from outside the door, the tone was gentle and gentle, as if it could help people calm down.

Upon hearing this movement, Shang Tian was completely awake, this is not the little beauty Deng Sanglin.

Sang Lin was wearing a comfortable sportswear, looking younger, with a careless smile on his white and tender face.

His state was completely different from that day in the parking lot, as if he had returned to the days when the two were intimate, and he even rubbed Shang Tian's hair familiarly, "I forgot to bring the key, go wash up, after washing up I will explain to you."

Shang Tian let out a slow "Oh", turned around and walked into the bathroom. Although the "buzzing" sound of the electric toothbrush was not low, he still heard the nagging of the chicken brother outside.

"It's not my fault that he got up late. He didn't have any work to do, so what did he do when he got up so early? Isn't it just a waste of time?"

"Look at his face, the blisters on the corners of his mouth are still not healed, it must be because he doesn't keep his mouth shut, even if he loses his job, he can't let himself go like this!"

"Lin Lin, you can't learn from him. If you move out from here today, you have nothing to do with this kind of person. You want to do a good job in your career. What can you do if you are infected with this kind of laziness?"

Unexpectedly, that chicken brother not only has sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, but also has a mouth that can't speak human words. Seeing that the artist from home is finally leaning against a big tree and is about to become popular, a sense of superiority arises spontaneously up.

After Shang Tian washed his face, there was no sign of irritation on his face. Instead, he lazily leaned on the closet and smiled at Brother Ji: "Brother J, you have seen a lot. Look at my current situation, what else can I do?" How about saving it?"

Brother J is the manager at the bottom of Starlight. He has limited connections, let alone any resources he can get. His status in the company can be imagined, so naturally he doesn't hear any flattering words on weekdays.

Now that he heard Shang Tian being so upbeat, his tone of voice, which had been eccentric just now, suddenly became a lot more normal, and his slightly raised chin made him look more like a black-eyed chicken with high self-esteem.

Black-eyed Chicken said: "Your contract, like Lin Lin, still has one year to expire. During this period, if you can find a reliable employer to help you pay off the liquidated damages, everything will be fine. If you can't... .”

Shang Tian seemed very interested, and tilted his head slightly: "What if I can't find it?"

The black-eyed chicken grinned, his gaze swept Shang Tian from bottom to top, and his whole body exuded bursts of obscenity.

In fact, in his opinion, Shang Tian's appearance is very attractive. At first glance, he looks like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old student, with milky skin and delicate facial features. The dimples give people an urge to step forward to rua.

But after a closer look, I found that was not the case. There was actually a cleverness in those eyes that were as clear as a deer, like two small hooks. Find out somewhere.

"I can introduce you to some bosses. After all, besides Young Master He, there are still many rich people, but their habits in that matter are not very good. Can you bear it?"

It's not uncommon for bigwigs in the circle to spend money to satisfy their own special hobbies. If the fate is not good and you encounter someone who is hard to control when playing, it is not impossible to use various props and lose your life directly.

Life is gone, asking for money is useless.

What's more, I have no interest in metamorphosis.

But currently he is a little interested in the original cosplayer.

Shang Tian's eyes widened slightly, and his dazed hair shook, like a chaste man who had suffered a great humiliation: "What does Brother J mean? No matter how poor I am, I will never sell my body!"

"Brother J, don't talk nonsense to Xiao Tian, ​​he is not that kind of person."

After packing the suitcase, Sang Lin walked over, took Shang Tian's hand naturally, and pulled him to the bedroom.

Shang Tian watched Sang Lin leave Brother J alone in the living room and closed the door properly, thinking that this little beauty might have a fling with him.

Sure enough, when Sang Lin turned his head again, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Xiao Tian, ​​are you angry with me?" His voice was slightly hoarse, and the tea art performance was good at everything, except for tears.

Shang Tian knowingly asked, "Why are you angry?"

Sang Lin: "Young Master He and I are not what you think. Since you broke up, I have begged Young Master He several times. The variety show you participated in a few days ago... you know that the last few episodes were originally Do you want a replacement?"

Shang Tian was amused in his heart, but on his face, he was three-point surprised, three-point enlightened, and four-point touched: "So you begged Young Master He not to change?"

Sang Lin pursed her lips and nodded, her tears could no longer stop the car, and they flowed down patter: "Because of this, Young Master He asked me to be his assistant, usually just a servant who serves tea and water , This time I moved out to live in an apartment closer to Young Master He's office, it's definitely not what you think."

That's right, besides serving tea and pouring water, that is to say, you also contributed your own body. Your soul is still pure and flawless.

"I understand you," Shang Tian said sincerely, and patted the other person's shoulder: "You should follow Young Master He well, maybe he can introduce you to a better job, and you don't have to worry about me."

Sang Lin burst into tears again, and opened his arms to give Shang Tian a loving hug.

This is actually true. My stepping stone is a little fool with a pit in his head. After being cheated, he is still grateful to you. Who can not love you?

Sang Lin and Brother J packed up their things and went out with several suitcases. Shang Tian sent them away reluctantly, his smile cooling down.

The author has something to say: Shang Tian: I never hold grudges, hehe

Sang Lin: ...

Sang Lin: Don’t come here ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh