The boss is holding me by picking up trash

The film and television city was shrouded in dusk, and a tall and straight boy was walking across the overpass alone.

The young man didn't know what he was looking at, his young face looked even paler under the bright light of the phone screen, he moved his finger to click on the latest comment, the abuse on Weibo has gradually subsided, and now even an hour can't get a new post.

He looked gloomy, raised his hand to pick up the sweater hat and put it on, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, his lips hidden in the shadows were drawn into a line, and his breathing was slow and erratic.

However, the next moment he suddenly raised his head, his previous expression had long since disappeared, and he turned into a cold and disdainful face, and he laughed and said to himself, "It's not that good."

He no longer lowered his head, kept such a kind smile, and continued to move forward in the twilight. The movement of the movement was quite chic, if he didn't occasionally lift the brim of his hat to cover his face, he could still be called handsome.

Jing Sui is quite conflicted at the moment. He intends to maintain the image of a cool guy under the camera, but he doesn't want to be captured by the camera at all. It's all because he suddenly became popular half a month ago. The [-]th line, the character set suddenly enriched.

That day, without any warning, a second-tier actor in the same crew publicly dissed the scenes and had no professionalism. Not to mention stealing scenes on the set, he forced to change the script to add scenes for himself, which was very shameless.

The news quickly became popular. Although it didn't make it to the top, there were quite a few fans and passers-by who came to insult him. Jing Sui was in the hotel at the time, and was shaken by his agent when he broke into the door in the middle of the night.

Like slapping him to wake him up?

Jing Sui can't remember clearly.

Anyway, seeing people just after waking up was like running naked for him. He was in a fog the whole time, listening to the manager's lecture in a daze, and he couldn't get a fart out.

It wasn't until the manager left that he went to wash his face before he realized what was going on. His first reaction was—where did I recruit him?

What the little second line said was completely false, and it was purely rote.

Jing Sui opened the memo suspiciously, and found the name of the second line, yes, there are one, two, three, four records of latent quarrels, none of which are contradictions on the surface, but he has always been straight and straight, without being praised or sold by others. That's all.

For example, pulling people to play against each other, correcting lines, inadvertently crushing acting skills, and the like.

"Okay." Jing Sui said helplessly.

It's not that he has never met such an arrogant and arrogant insider, but there really is no one who can turn black and white so confidently and even bite back.

He was so confused that he couldn't empathize with him after experiencing it for a long time.

Jing Sui felt that he was right, so he fought back.

He retaliated to the other party, playing big names on the set, not reciting the lines in the wrong scenes, and even not being present in the scenes. The chain of evidence is complete and the timeline can be tested.

Due to conflicts between the actors in the group, the crew announced a half-month suspension of work.

The problem lies in this half month.

It was just a temporary suspension of work, but Jing Sui felt as if he had withdrawn from the circle. He didn't receive any work for half a month, and even the calls from his agent to scold him were pitifully rare. Tossing and turning--

Does this mean to be hidden in the snow?

Jing Sui was not sure, but he quickly found a place to help wash the car and barely maintain the daily expenses.

Just today, he saw the news on the Internet that the crew had started work, but the agent didn't notify him. Jing Sui was a little flustered, so he wanted to take a look at it politely and without losing his grace.

For a while, the crew rented an office building to shoot indoor scenes, and they needed to use the lobby and elevators. When they came to the front of the building and looked through the glass doors, he saw people gathering in the lobby to prepare.

After sorting out his stiff expression, Jing Sui clenched his fists in his pockets. After all, he was young, but at the age of 17, he vaguely felt abandoned but ran here by himself. He didn't have that sense of humiliation, and he also Very strong.

With a young heart, who doesn't want to be happy with kindness and hatred?

just.

He clenched his fists, holding air and cold sweat, but no money.

You can eat a little less food, but what about the tuition?What about the mortgage?In order to save money, he came here from school.

Jing Sui took a breath, straightened his back and took a step. The automatic door in front of him swung open. He walked in. Someone inside heard the movement and turned his head to look. Brushing off the hat with his hand, the habit turned into an unruly gaze sweeping across everyone's face——

Everyone looked away in embarrassment but politely, pretending to be busy with the work in hand.

The July heat wave poured in along with the scenery, but with the air conditioner turned on indoors, it disappeared in the air before people could feel it.

"Yo, the scene is here." At dusk, the director was lying on the rocking chair wearing a brown lens, with an ice soda in hand, "What instructions do you have?"

Jing Sui felt that he was very strange, so he said patiently, "Didn't you start work?"

"Then we can't afford you." Before the director could speak, a slightly immature voice broke in. The beautiful boy and the middle-aged man walked out of the dressing room side by side, and then the boy came to the scene a few steps faster. In front of him, he stared, "You still have the face!?"

Jing Sui narrowed his eyes, seeing that the director got up eagerly to welcome the middle-aged man to the rocking chair, then handed him the delicious-looking soda, Jing Sui pondered, and said casually: "You can Come."

This handsome young man was the little second line Wei Ziyu who started the weibo diss war with him.

He is notorious to the outside world, but he is still flourishing in the circle. It is probably like Wei Ziyu. After a whole network blackmail, he has become better.

"you……"

Wei Ziyu always looks like he's choking on food in a panic, but Jing Sui is used to it.Sure enough, the person in front of him, who was slightly shorter than him but several years older than him, didn't say anything, his face flushed from holding back.

Jing Sui didn't bother to talk to him, just looked at the director, wanting to ask him for an explanation.

But a certain field worker seemed to be blind to the eyes, and suddenly dropped the props in his hand, and pointed out as if to slayer Wei Dao: "Are you bullying Wei Ziyu again? You used to have no good face to anyone on the set, and Xiaowei just said To tell the truth, you turned around and slandered others, pouring all kinds of dirty water on others, and the whole crew was delayed by you for half a month! Don't even think about what we eat and drink??

Now you are still running over to start work with a stern face, bah, you really treat yourself like an uncle! "

The worker approached while talking, walked up to Jing Sui and rolled up his sleeves, as if he would strike immediately as soon as he refuted.

But seeing Jing Sui leisurely standing there, without much emotional ups and downs, he took his chin and tapped the props in the distance, and asked, "Are you here for work? Aren't you going to move?" Then he looked directly at him, "I'm also here for work .”

The field worker opened his mouth and held back a few times, but he couldn't figure out which direction to attack from.

Jing Sui laughed and ignored him.

The hall was quiet for a while, seeing this situation, Jing Sui already knew it in his heart, but he hadn't figured out how to walk away handsomely, he didn't want these people to think that he was shy, and then ran away with a touch of his nose, and he was not sure whether to bite I was here to quarrel, and at this moment the man lying on the rocking chair said: "Xiao Yu, come here."

Wei Ziyu, who was still in a rush of emotions, ran over obediently, followed the instructions and sat down on the small note beside him. The man didn't say anything to Jing Sui, he just tilted his head and bit his ear with Wei Ziyu, while patting His back seemed to be giving him comfort.

The director, who had no room to show his hospitality, could only face Jing Sui by himself, walked up to him, and sneered, "Work? You have a good idea, but the manager didn't inform you. We fired you. You harmed the interests of the crew and I exercised my legitimate rights." , you don’t even have to pay liquidated damages, you know!”

Jing Sui, who was retreating from the bottom of his heart, also showed displeasure on his face, and frowned, "But I have been in the team for more than a month, and my salary is..."

"No!" The director pointed his index finger at his face, as if he was about to poke him hard, "It's not bad that I didn't ask you to lose money, my small temple can't hold your big Buddha, please!?"

Jing Sui lowered his eyes, staring at the eyes of the person in front of him suppressing his anger, even if he terminated the contract, how, how could he delay the wages?

Jing Sui secretly gritted his teeth, and used so much force that his cheeks became sore. After a while, it seemed that there was some important restriction on him. His eyes flickered for a few moments, and he suddenly calmed down. He even slowly raised his head and smiled, and said lazily: " Okay, you let me go today, don't cry and beg me in the future."

After finishing his words, he turned around gracefully, walked out of the automatic door, put on his hat and put his hands in his pockets, and left without looking back.

The back view is very cool, but when he walked out of the lobby, his smile collapsed, biting some soft meat in his mouth hard, bleeding from the bite, and stubbornly holding back the sore nose.

The young man's throat rolled.

It is impossible to cry.

Yingfeng evaporated a little moisture from his eyes, Jing Sui poorly planned to walk back, but was about to take a step towards the overpass when he suddenly noticed the abnormal bustle beside the office building.

He turned around and found that it was Wuyang Wuyang, a group of reporters, huddled together and taking pictures of some new stuff.

Jing Sui pulled the brim of his hat subconsciously, feeling a little unlucky.

Just as he was planning to walk his own way in a low-key manner, an eye flashed through the gap of the crowd, looking straight at him from the air.

Jing Suixiao was startled, stopped on his feet, and tilted his head a few seconds later, but the eyes did not move away and followed him, obviously looking at him, but the strange thing was that the eyes appeared at a very low position, in front of the group of reporters Near the waist, before Jing Sui looked carefully, the small gap was submerged in an instant.

Listen carefully, there seems to be a voice in the crowd: "Please step aside..."

Jing Sui involuntarily lowered his head and approached, listening to the reporter say something like "Mr. Yao", and some people asked "Why are you in a wheelchair", "What's wrong with your body", and so on.

Distinguish carefully, the noise is also mixed with weak coughing and pitiful reasoning.

Jing Sui's face was slightly cold, and he was about to go forward, when his shoulders were suddenly knocked away, and another group of people swished past him like locusts and rushed towards the crowd. When he looked closely, it turned out to be the director and the rocking chair he had just met. young man.

They hurriedly shouted like rescuers with their field workers, and tried their best to push away the crowd, and said enthusiastically and panickedly: "Mr. Yao, why are you here?"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jing Sui finally saw the little pitiful man in the center of the crowd. It was a young man in a wheelchair. He could be seen to be very tall, but he lost his intimidating power due to the wheelchair. He was dressed casually. , a dark red loose coat with an off-white t-shirt, black sweatpants on his legs, cotton wool under his feet, and a mask covering most of his face, wrapped like a confinement, obviously a sick patient.

The other party happened to look at him again, passing through the crowds without blinking.

Eyes like water waves under the moonlight.

"Oh, this isn't Yao Jiaxi," the old man in the rocking chair seemed to recognize him, and his tone changed, revealing deep doubts, "Is it Yao Yicheng?"

The atmosphere was stagnant for a few seconds. Little Poor looked at the man and said nothing, but the reporter exploded again and again, asking, "Mr. Yao, why did you return to China suddenly? Is there something wrong with your body? You are in a wheelchair and have limited mobility. ? How did you get in Yao Jiaxi's car? What about the others? The relationship between your brothers..."

The little pitiful said helplessly: "I'm inconvenient now, please let me go back to the car..."

"Tsk," Jing Sui couldn't bear to watch anymore, pressed down on the brim of his hat, walked quickly towards the crowd, and pushed them away bluntly and neatly, the movement was so fast that no one could react in time.

He put his left hand around the waist of the little pitiful, pulled the door with his right hand, slammed into it with the inertia, closed the door with his backhand and locked it, and said to the driver who was idling out of the front seat, "Let's go!"

Little pitiful stared at Jing Sui with wide eyes, and murmured repeatedly: "Let's go."

The driver then started the car.

The taillights of the black car flew away like a shooting star, leaving only a group of reporters around the forgotten wheelchair, dumbfounded.

The author has something to say:

The author's revision of the text to catch bugs will not affect the plot, don't worry about what you have read, just ignore it.

The cover is today's Yao Yicheng.