After detonating the hot search

The next day, when Wen Nian arrived at the headquarters building of Jiangcheng TV Station, it was still morning.

The weather was not good, it was raining again, and the air was sticky and damp. Wen Nian heard no less than ten complaints along the way that were similar to "July is still so rainy, so Jiangcheng is the only one".

The security uncle glanced at the electronic pass of the Erxia program group on Wennian's mobile phone, smiled and pointed in the direction: "Register your identity, turn left, and take the elevator to the 25th floor."

"Thank you." Wen Nian put away the umbrella and sealed it in a disposable umbrella bag.

"Are you here alone?" The security guard poked his neck, watching Wen Nian write.

"Ah."

As the recording was approaching, the 25th floor was very lively during this period, but there was no manager or assistant. It was the first time that he was so lonely. The security guard was a bit strange.

Looking at the mask on Wen Nian's mouth, he said, "You can take it off once you enter the building. The station is strictly controlled, and random photos and rumors are not allowed. It's so boring to wear in summer."

Knowing that he had misunderstood, Wen Nian explained, "I have a bit of a cold."

"That's it," the security guard took the registration form, and said casually, "The weather is getting faster these days, so pay more attention to your health."

Wen Nian nodded.

It was already past the morning rush hour, and there were very few people coming and going in the lobby on the first floor. Wen Nian hadn't walked a few steps when he heard a sound from the door, mixed with a faint scream, and he didn't look back.

The elevator arrives quickly.

Wen Nian lowered his head and glanced at the time on the screen.

There are still more than 20 minutes before the agreed time, maybe you can send a message to the artist director first.Thinking of this, Wen Nian turned on his phone and walked into the elevator. Before he could turn around, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind him—someone was about to enter the elevator.

Wen Nian took two steps in and gave up his seat.

The man came in and said, "Thank you."

Wen Nian's hand that sent the message just stopped in the midst of the "thank you".

The man's voice was not heavy, and it fell into the closed elevator, like a stone falling into a small closed pond, falling in the elevator room, and also falling in the ears.

Wen Nian turned around slowly, remembering Zhou Jiayi's words - "Then do you want to meet?"

The elevator closed slowly and shook very slightly before Wen Nian came back to his senses.

"Which floor?"

Wen Nian: "?"

Is this talking to him?

It should be, there is no one else in this elevator except him.

Only then did Wen Nian notice that he hadn't pressed the floor yet, found the "25" button, and quickly raised his hand: "Twenty..."

The word "five" couldn't be said in the end, because Wen Nian saw Shen Huaijing and him raising their hands at the same time...

Wen Nian froze.

The moment his fingertips brushed against Shen Huaijing's palm, his breath was gone, and the touching skin seemed to be burning, and the knuckles were so burned that they developed "self-awareness", and they curled up slightly, so, "25"... The "24" is lit up.

Wen Nian: "..."

He seemed to hear a chuckle.

Wen Nian: "..."

As if he didn't expect this accident, Shen Huaijing smiled a little: "Sorry."

Wen Nian clenched his fingertips: "...It's okay."

Shen Huaijing pressed the "25" button.

The moment he leaned away, he seemed to glance at Wen Nian very casually, and his tone was even more casual: "The production center."

"newcomer?"

Wen Nian: "?"

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of the internal layout picture posted on the left, and only then did I understand the meaning of Shen Huaijing's words.

The 24th floor is the program production center.

Wen Nian: "..."

At the moment it seems that I can only admit: "Yeah."

Shen Huaijing smiled: "It looks strange."

Wen Nian was glad that he was blind, and even more glad that he was wearing a mask, so he raised his hand to cover the mask more tightly.

The movement was very small, but Shen Huaijing saw it squarely.

"The infirmary is on the third floor, you can go there when you have time."

Wen Nian heard Shen Huaijing's voice.

The tone is light, just like the one or two discussions that spread out from time to time on the Internet, saying where to meet Shen Huaijing by chance, it seems difficult to get close, but in fact, he can chat with anyone.

"Infirmary?" Wen Nian was puzzled and subconsciously replied.

Shen Huaijing: "Didn't you catch a cold?"

Only then did Wen Nian react.

Probably because he heard the conversation between him and the security guard before, and regarded him as an employee of the production center, thinking he was not familiar with it, so he reminded him.

"...Yes." The mask was too tightly covered, and Wen Nian only felt that his breathing was tightening again.

The number of elevator floors rises little by little.

Wen Nian was thinking about the conversation between the two just now, and always felt that he forgot something.

By the way, forgot to say thank you.

"Thank you, Teacher Shen." Wen Nian added.

When you're done, you'll regret it.

Because after the polite greetings are over, what should be done is to stop the topic in time. Obviously, now is the state of "the polite greetings are over".

It was too late for him to make up the words, and the atmosphere that was originally quiet was broken by him again, late... "Teacher Shen" tilted his head in surprise and looked at him.

Wen Nian: "..."

With a sound of "ding", like the sound of life-saving, the elevator reached the "24" floor.

For the first time, Wen Nian felt that it was good to press the wrong floor. Almost as soon as the elevator door opened, he nodded politely at Shen Huaijing and walked out of the elevator.

First he walked, then his footsteps became faster and faster, and finally he ran directly to the glowing green "safe passage" sign.

Teacher Shen, who stayed in the elevator, looked at the black umbrella that fell on the elevator handrail, raised his eyebrows, and said nothing.

As soon as the door was opened and closed, the suddenly darkened light in the emergency stairwell seemed to cover everything, and it also made people calm down quickly.

Wen Nian leaned against the wall.

Fortunately, I have a cold.

Fortunately, wearing a mask.

Fortunately, in the eyes of that person, he was just a new employee in the production center.

Twenty minutes before the appointment with the director, Wen Nian stood in the stairwell, waiting for the temperature on his face to subside.

He unconsciously raised his head and glanced upstairs.

Going up now, Shen Huaijing should be there. It would be best not to meet him, but if he does... it seems to be fine.

After half an hour.

By the time Wen Nian walked into the dressing room, the temperature on his face had completely subsided, and he even felt a little chilly all over because of the wind blowing in the stairwell for a long time.

This was the first time Erxia's staff saw Wen Nian, and it was more impactful than the photos.

That day, Director Wu still vividly remembered what happened when he came back with the contract.

Director Wu, who has been in the industry for more than 30 years and has seen all kinds of storms, asked the assistant director with a complicated expression: "Do you think the ratings of our programs will be good?"

Everyone: ?

Later, they found out that it was a one-pass operation by the "gadget man" who did not follow common sense, and Dao Wu couldn't do it anymore.

When Director Wu was racking his brains to make up the reason, "Gadget Man" not only quickly accepted the setting that "due to the program arrangement, his recording cycle 'may' not be particularly long", and even very happily proposed the only Requirement: "Hope to end in one issue."

When Director Wu was too self-conscious about the "gadget man", he felt a little sorry and wanted to polish his rhetoric, but was pointed out by the "gadget man" on the spot, saying that he knew that he was just an unnecessary player used to fill the loopholes in the rules, and he did not require Program weight.

Director Wu shut himself up on the spot. For the first time in his life, he knew that the professional title of Gadget Man was "an unnecessary player who fills in loopholes in the rules".

The makeup artist looked at the "unnecessary contestant who filled the loopholes in the rules" in front of him. He was born fair, and with a little cold, his face was so pale that it glowed. The purpose of the program group's makeup was to pursue naturalness. She has a lot of skills, but there is no room for her to develop. In the end, she only applied a light-colored lip balm to cover up her pale lips.

It's just that Wen Nian is not used to it.

"Do you have to paint it?"

The makeup artist was amused: "You will know it when you are on camera, it looks much better."

Wen Nian didn't care at all whether he looked good on camera or not. He just thought the lipstick smelled cool, and the tip of his nose smelled like mint, which made him want to sip it.

"You haven't put on much makeup, have you?" The makeup artist explained, "So I don't dare to use it for you casually. Some people have delicate skin and are prone to allergies."

Especially the one in front of you that looks precious.

"The ingredients of this lipstick are very mild," the makeup artist reassured him, "I got it specially from Mr. Shen's team. It's brand new. Don't worry, I won't give it to others."

Wen Nian: "... Teacher Shen?"

The makeup artist smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth: "Yes, your mentor."

Wen Nian: "..."

Makeup artist: "Don't sip it."

Wen Nian: "...Oh."

The makeup artist finished applying the lipstick on him, and then applied a symbolic face cream.

While wiping, he asked, "Why did you come to our Erxia?"

Wen Nian looked up at her.

"Purely curious," the makeup artist smiled, "I heard from the director that you didn't agree at first, but you changed your mind later, so just ask."

After all, judging from the current situation, this little boy doesn't seem to have much interest in their show. Not only did he accept the unspoken rule of "short recording period", he even took the initiative to shorten it to one episode.

Wen Nian shook his head, but didn't answer.

The make-up artist didn't care, and patted him on the shoulder: "Go and change your clothes first, and I'll do your hair after changing."

Wen Nian hugged the clothes and went into the dressing room, thinking about what the makeup artist said just now, and also remembering what Zhou Jiayi and the others said about "picture what".

He raised his head slightly and leaned back.

Actually nothing.

Shen Han and the others were not easy to get along with. He knew that he could not get along with each other. After all, he only gave himself a period of time.

If you have to figure out something, it's just... wanting to return what should be returned.

After changing clothes, taking photos, everything is over, it is already the afternoon peak.

The same floor, the same elevator, was already overcrowded at this time, so Wen Nian felt that the person he met in the elevator in the morning was just his illusion.

Wen Nian went downstairs and saw that there was no light rain outside, and Wen Nian belatedly remembered something.

Where is his umbrella?

It's like... I fell into the elevator.

Still in the morning.

Wen Nian completely resigned himself to his fate, and just as he walked out of the passage, he was suddenly stopped by someone: "Little classmate, wait!"

The voice was familiar, Wen Nian stopped and turned around - it was the security guard in the morning.

Wen Nian hesitated, "Are you calling me?"

The security guard nodded straight: "Yes! Fortunately, I caught you."

Wen Nian: "?"

Grasp?

"I mean, it's better to wait until you."

"You left in a hurry this morning, and your umbrella fell into the elevator." The security guard hurriedly took out an umbrella bag from behind, "Mr. Shen brought it down for you, and said that you have a cold, so don't get caught in the rain."

"Let me see it and bring it to you."

The noisy people around and the sound of the rain outside seemed to have disappeared at this moment, and Wen Nian took the umbrella in a daze.

who brought it down...

Uncle Security was still talking to himself: "Young people should pay more attention to their bodies, don't get caught in the rain, look at your pale face...?"

The security guard paused.

He looked at the young man in front of him, holding an umbrella and wearing a mask, covering half of his face, but his exposed ears were red.

security guard:"?"

It was white just now, why is it so red now? ? ?

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