The Daily Life of My Favorite Wife [Entertainment Circle]

The author has something to say: The initial inspiration for this article came from a sentence written by Cai Kangyong in "Wonderful Flowers Conference", to the effect that maybe a girl who has a godfather and is taken care of actually loves small animals and often rescues various stray animals... such as.I forgot which issue┗|｀O′|┛

The sparrow was wilting on the tree, chirping weakly twice, nestling in the shadow of the leaves and not moving.

There are a lot of fake peach blossoms planted by the walls of the deep palace. I don’t know why the screenwriter has a different feeling for peach blossoms. At that time, a peach blossom rain will be added later to satisfy the girlish feelings of middle-aged men with beer bellies (?).

Little Yellow Hat's assistant brother anxiously walked against the wall, and had to avoid the screenwriter's favorite things. Sweat dripped from his forehead, wet his T-shirt, and a large part of his back was wet. He was very embarrassed.

After looking around, I finally found the person I was looking for along the base of the wall in a sparsely populated place. There was a blue figure squatting beside the red wall, which looked very lonely in line with the scene.

It was far away from the set at this point.The assistant brother breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward quickly.

"Brother Yao, why are you here?" the assistant brother said while picking up a corner of the ancient blue robe that was dragged to the ground.Seeing the dirty dust on it, the little brother thought of the black face of the stylist, and his face was stained with despair.

Xi Yao sat on the ground with his head on his hands, not caring about his trampled and dirty clothes at all.The wig was hanging down on one side, mixed with the clothes and being ravaged, which blocked some sunlight for the owner.

"Brother Yao..." The assistant brother pursed his lips and said in concern, but he couldn't continue.

"Okay, I'm fine." He waved his hand out from the layers of ancient costumes.He grabbed his fake hair and grabbed it from the top of his head, and the original half-length black hair appeared in the sun sweating profusely.Xi Yao heaved a sigh of relief, shaking his dizzy head, what happened before seemed to be a dream, maybe he really fell asleep accidentally and had a... not very memorable dream.

"I'm going out for a walk, don't follow me." Xi Yao stood up, his head was congested with blood, his eyes were temporarily dark and soon became clear again.

The cumbersome robe made it inconvenient to move, Xi Yao moved his body and simply took off the robe and threw it into the assistant's hands.Inside were shorts and a T-shirt, most of which were soaked with sweat.

The assistant brother held his clothes and opened his mouth, and all he wanted to say turned into a sentence, "Dinner will be served later, Brother Yao, you have to come back quickly." Probably nothing can move Xi Yao's heart more than food.

Unexpectedly, his brother Yao left slowly with only a back figure waving his hands casually.Long hands, long legs, a slender body and a beautiful face, it has long been popular in idol dramas, but...

Thinking about whether he could keep his salary and job, the assistant brother sighed, but he came early in the hot weather but was deliberately forgotten, whoever would be happy to let it go.

Not far away, the studio staff slowed down their pace for fear of disturbing the filming machine in front of them. If there was any noise on the radio, the director of Mediterranean Sea would perform the long-lost "roar of the lion".

The hero and heroine look at each other affectionately, and the sun is shining with great sadness.With tears in his eyes, he kept yelling "one, two, three, four, five, five, four, three, two, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven..."

Everything went on, no one noticed what was going on here.

……

Xi Yao didn't know where he wanted to go, his legs followed his head, his brain followed his memory, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing in front of a small restaurant.

The facade of the hotel is very small, unlike the glass doors of ordinary small restaurants with a few big characters on it that read "air-conditioning, barbecue, cooking" and the like.A clean glass door, neatly arranged tables and chairs inside and a signboard with black background and gold letters on the door.It is inconspicuous in the busy and lively film and television city.

Maybe others don't know, but how could Xi Yao not recognize those three bold characters?

Pursing his lips, he still stepped in with his long legs.

A menu of small wooden signs is nailed to the wall, with the dishes on the top and the prices below.They are neatly arranged and can be seen clearly at a glance.Everything in his eyes is as familiar as before, whether it is before the dream or after the dream, this store is always the way he remembers, and the fate is the same...

The soreness that choked his throat was finally swallowed in a hurry.

"You are the one..." the waiter girl walked up to him with a small notebook and pen and said suddenly.

It was only then that Xi Yao remembered that he was not wearing a mask, but the other party said nothing as he looked like I understand you.

"I, cough, I want a bowl of small fish wontons, a big bowl. Realizing the hoarseness that hadn't been muffled, Xi Yao cleared his throat. His beautiful eyes twitched, with a three-pointed smile. He was red because of sourness just now. The eye sockets have a special charm.

The little waiter groaned inwardly, why is this little actor so good-looking!Why didn't she find out before!Tempted and accepted!

"Okay." There was no need to write down the two dishes in the notebook, the waiter ran back to the back kitchen clutching his happy little heart.Xi Yao was sitting in the corner feeling the air-conditioning in the shop.

If someone had told him that he would be reborn before today, Xi Yao would have patted that person on the shoulder to express his sympathy.However, sitting down and thinking calmly now, he couldn't help but believe in various realities.

The great pain caused by the body at the time of death seemed to remain in the cerebral cortex, and I recalled over and over again the despair of falling from the top of the [-]th floor to the concrete floor, the bones of my body were broken, and I wanted to die but couldn't die for a while.

It was originally just a dream full of reality, but after today, Xi Yao's vague memory seems to have finally received a signal, and the scenes are like history repeating itself.

Exactly the same.

The director and the leading actor are like dogs, one because he refuses to rape the other because of jealousy, the two get together to trip him up, how can a little artist like Xi Yao be able to guard against it.

Xi Yao covered his face with his hands, and the memory slowed down and flickered in his mind.

The slight clinking of the water glass and the table caught his attention.Looking up, there is a glass of lemonade on the table.There is a piece of tender yellow lemon floating in the beautiful broken crystal cup, and the faint lemon fragrance wafts out of it after brewing in boiling water.

The man sat in front of him, casting a small shadow on the table.

Xi Yao raised his head, and the grievance and panic brought about by the haste of control almost rushed out again.

"...Don't cry." The man was silent for a moment and reached out to rub his head.

Xi Yao didn't feel that there was anything wrong, the top of his head was very warm, and his empty heart felt a little more stable.

Now he felt that "rebirth" was a blessing.You can still eat the food of this restaurant, and you still have time to become real friends with the boss.

"Why are you here?"

The boss pushed the water to him and said in silence for a moment, "This is my shop."

Xi Yao stretched out his hand to take the water, the temperature of his palm was not as hot as his face. "I've known you for such a long time, I don't even know your name." I think it's been two years since he moved to that neighborhood and discovered this store. Shuai Biwai didn't know anything.

"Eldest grandson Siyan." The boss looked at him with tenderness in his eyes.

"Ah, what a good name." After saying that, she wanted to bite off her own tongue. "Aren't you going to make me small wontons? I can only eat the dishes you cook." Xi Yao added, with a kind of embarrassing flattery.

The eldest grandson Siyan responded and stood up.Xi Yao's gaze finally followed him, the boss was very tall, and he had even compared his stature with the other party, and he was far behind.There is a kind of man whose self-esteem is inexplicably beaten down.

But the boss's waist is really... thin.

Once the apron is wrapped, the black shirt is put in it, and the waist is immediately revealed. This is the legendary golden ratio, right?Long-legged and narrow-waisted, tall and tall, the black overalls are full of ascetic beauty.Even Xi Yao would stare intently.

He watched his grandson Siyan disappear around the corner of the kitchen.Xi Yao just looked away and rubbed his face.When he came off the set, his face was clean and clean without any makeup on, and it was clean enough for his age.

It has been two days since he was reborn, should he accept the fact that he has already digested it.The body is still one's own body, and life is still to be lived.

He is 22 this year.Xi Yao took a sip of his lemonade, never went to college, dropped out of high school, there is clearly a line between the previous time and the present, but it seems to overlap subtly.These 22 years have been spent in a daze, how could I ever think...

How did he die like that?

It sounds unbelievable to stumble and fall from a building.But that's how he died.

Leaving aside those years of being hacked out of the sky, and being so suspicious of his almost depressed life, Xi Yao firmly believes that it is impossible for him to commit suicide and jump off a building.And the last scene in my memory was falling from the roof of the building, and the things that happened in the past few days were blurred.

Pulling off the collar, the little ones he raised haven't had time to feed them yet. I don't know if anyone will take care of them after his death.

And he has lived for so long without knowing what it's like to be in love. He has only watched the entertainment circle, and he seems to have nothing to do except acting... Looking back, my previous life was really monotonous.

A person who has no background can be bullied by others as he wants.Those whose acting skills are not as good as his, didn't they all rely on their benefactors to get on the podium for various awards?

Swiping his finger on the table, he has always looked down on these people, but who is not relying on his own ability?But things are different.

He's not bad looking either... Finding a benefactor is better on your own... The awards will be presented soon...

Complicated thoughts are in a mess in my head, I want to sort them out but I have no clue.After several efforts, I had to give up.Through the glass, although the studio is not full of traffic, there are also famous and luxurious cars.Beautiful, handsome men and women came and went, and there were also those who showed their breasts and wanted to soar into the sky, crowding the side of the road.

The heat brought by the summer is blowing on the face, making it difficult to breathe.It was lunch time, and the speeding car picked up a little dust, and the people squatting in the shadow of the house were sweating, chewing their lunch boxes.It seems that the scorching sun has taken away the passion in their hearts, but when the next bus that wants to perform in the group arrives, there will still be people swarming up to recommend themselves.

Xi Yao stared blankly over there, and suddenly stretched out a hand in front of his eyes.The joints are distinct, the fingers are slender, there are some old scars, and the palms still have calluses, but it does not affect the overall appearance.

Being attracted by the beautiful hand, he realized that he was already facing the slightly helpless eldest grandson Siyan.

The boss pointed at the table with a flick of his finger. A bowl of steaming small fish wontons floated and sank in the milky white soup.The soup is a broth made from stick bones and fish bones. The black seaweed and green lettuce on the top stand up to each other. The two colors form a vibrant summer, and the dried shrimp skins are very pleasant to shuttle through.

A bone china spoon scoops it lightly, and the aroma and heat come to the face.Xi Yao scooped up one, the thin wonton wrapper was cooked translucent, and the light pink minced fish meat could be seen inside.

"It's a hot day..." Changsun Siyan pursed his lips. "Drink a glass of lemonade after eating."

After blowing on it, he put it in his mouth, bit down the meat and the soup inside was so hot that he almost spat out the wontons, but his tongue was still obsessed with the delicious taste and refused to compromise.While breathing the cool air, I finally swallowed the wontons.

After eating a bowl full of small wontons, I even ate all the side dishes including the seasoned coriander. It looked like I had been hungry for a few days.

But he can eat any amount of rice cooked by Changsun Siyan!

The lingering fragrance of broth still remained between the lips and teeth, and he licked his lips, and the red tip of his tongue rolled along his lips, reminiscing about the deliciousness just now.

Xi Yao was still hesitant to eat something more, but the scene fell into the eyes of the eldest grandson Siyan opposite, and the restaurant owner's eyes darkened, full of inexplicable meaning.