Everyone says we're tying up the hype

Lin Xintang raised her eyebrows knowingly.

He knows his younger brother's character very well. He looks cold and shrewd, but he is actually a shepherd dog.

I used a fence to mark out one-third of an acre of land, and put family and friends in it.

You can do what you like outside the circle, I don't care what you like.

But if anyone in the circle dared to touch him, he would jump up and catch whoever he was.

As an idol, Wen Liang is probably a character who stepped on the edge.

But for Lin Jingzhuo, this fringe person received tens of thousands of personal attacks because of himself, which was definitely not easy to digest.

"Don't think about it, uninstall Weibo. I haven't seen you use this before." Lin Xintang closed the book, "I invite you to watch a movie."

There is a private theater near their home, and sometimes old movies will be re-screened, and the two often go there to try their luck when they are free.

But today, their luck is really good.

When Lin Jingzhuo came back with a Coke, he saw a subtle expression on the face of Lin Xintang who bought the ticket.

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, after he frowned slightly and reached out to take the ticket, he looked down and saw "No Name" written in black and white on it.

The warm and cool version of Liu Yuan that Lin Jingzhuo can't forget to look back at for more than ten years is from this movie.

"You did it on purpose..." Lin Jingzhuo was rather unhappy when he sat down, frowning tightly while holding the popcorn.

Lin Xintang shrugged innocently.

Although he said he was extremely unhappy, a certain man surnamed Lin watched the movie very seriously.

In fact, whether it is a book or a film and television drama, Liu Yuan is a very controversial figure.He's perfectly portrayed, he's got the looks, the talent, the demeanor, all the top-notch characters, but he's late in the story.

It is very difficult to catch the countless compliments at the moment of appearance.

The only one who dared not to intersperse any episodes in the middle and let the audience push up their expectations higher and higher, and finally pulled out this big boss, was Wen Liang's version.

And Wen Liang did meet those heavy expectations.

Lin Jingzhuo was slouching on the small sofa in the cinema, licking the few minutes of Wen Liang's shot, when he didn't pay attention, the popcorn fell on his lap, and he put his fingers between his teeth.

When he woke up from the pain, the lights in the cinema were also turned on.

Lin Xintang was called away by a classmate just now, and now Lin Jingzhuo is left alone in the theater to watch the ending slowly.

When I strolled home wearing a hat and a mask, I had already forgotten all about the bloody and rainy forest scenes on the Internet.

He stared blankly at the desk for a while, and when he finally opened the notebook and was about to do the questions, he accidentally tore off two blank pages of draft paper.Although he is a liberal arts student, Lin Jingzhuo has never been a person who likes to write, nor does he have so many tender feelings.

But... maybe it was just what he thought.

When Wen Liang saw the news about Lin Jingzhuo, he was wandering around the flower and bird market with his grandfather.

Most of the people left in the small towns in the mountains are old people, and everyone's impression of Wen Liang is only that this beautiful boy is a star, and they don't have much other reactions when seeing him other than waving.

Wen Liang was holding the things the old man bought in both hands. After seeing the news, he put the bags in both hands together, and directly dialed Lin Jingzhuo with his mobile phone in one hand.

"Primary school bully, what do you want me to do?" Wen Liang's voice was light.

"Ah...en." Lin Jingzhuo was sitting at the desk staring at the two large sheets of paper that he had unconsciously filled up, and moaned twice inexplicably, obviously unable to cope with the unexpected call.

no...

He just asked Mr. Wen if the address of your studio had changed, why did the other side call back.

Is it difficult to answer "no" or "changed"?

"I want to send you a letter." Lin Jingzhuo felt that he couldn't bear this kind of thing that sounded extraordinarily high school.

"What's the matter?" Listening to the long silence over there, Wen Liang seemed to sense Lin Jingzhuo's embarrassment, and explained with a smile, "I'm outside right now, so it's a little inconvenient to type and reply." "Hmm." Lin Jing After clearing his throat, he felt that it would be very hypocritical for him to remain silent, "I have something to send to you, and I just want to ask for the address of your studio."

Wen Liang smiled, and the other hand dangling with the big bag and small bag: "Why do you send me something to the studio. Wait for me for a few minutes, and I will send you my home address. It just so happens that I I also bought something for you, I will give you back one and you will give me back one, let's continue to even out."

"Okay, talk... flat." Lin Jingzhuo ended the conversation in a deep, cool and masculine manner.

After sending his address, he felt something was wrong.

Has anyone exchanged home addresses within half a month of knowing each other?

But the post is over, eh, forget it.

Lin Jingzhuo sighed, took out an envelope from the drawer, put the number on the letter paper, sealed it carefully with a glue stick, and wrote Wen Liang's address on it.

He did know the neighborhood where Wen Liang lived, it wasn't too far from his own home.The real estate there is quite new, but everything else is mediocre. It can only be regarded as a mid-to-high-end community in a good location.

This is different from what Lin Jingzhuo had thought before.

Wen Liang became famous in his early years, and he took on big productions, and his endorsements should be in the first echelon of artists in the industry. It is a conservative estimate to have a net worth of over [-] million.

Lin Jingzhuo once thought that he would live in some kind of limited-sale scenic row house in the city center.

It's strange.

After finishing the envelope, Lin Jingzhuo looked at the big characters of Wen Liang neatly written on it and felt that it was not very good.

After thinking about it, he went to the kitchen to get a box of small biscuits that his mother had just made in the afternoon, stuffed them together into a bag, and then gave it to his father to let him drop by to send it when he went to work the next day.

Father Lin didn't have the desire to pry into Lin Jingzhuo's privacy, but he smiled when he saw the letter: "Young man is so romantic?" Shi Shi sighed, "Hand in your homework."

Although there was no reluctance in the sigh.

Because Lin Jingzhuo has been filming in the crew all the time, Lin Jingzhuo has piled up a lot of works that have not been released after filming, so he is not in a hurry to arrange work at the moment.

But Wen Liang's situation is quite different.

Looking at the scripts piled up like a hill on the desk, Wen Liang sighed.

When he retired from filming, he was at the peak of his popularity. With luxury endorsements in his hands, he won the Best Actor Award and the Best Movie Emperor. He has 2000 million fans on Weibo, and the public cares about any trouble.

At that time, Wen Liang didn't even talk about going out, he could imagine [-] possibilities for the multiple mosquito bites on his face, and then made it a trending search.

Then he followed his grandfather and hid in the mountains.

Unexpectedly, after staying for two years, the entertainment industry still hasn't changed much.

Wen Liang glanced at the mobile phone that was vibrating like some kind of defective product because of the many messages, reached out and pressed it to turn it off.

Except... there is one more child.

Wen Liang liked Lin Jingzhuo a lot.

But having said that, who doesn't like a child who is sensible, smart, good-looking and energetic.

He flipped open the script in his hand, and held a dark blue ballpoint pen between his slender fingers. Against the backdrop of the hatchback, his cool complexion was as white as fine porcelain.

Compared with the domestic market, the foreign market actually prefers the warm and cool style.

The facial features are deep and delicate, but with a very obvious oriental charm, elegant and modest, very mysterious and advanced.

Wen Liang had shown his face in many famous international director's movies before, and attracted a lot of foreign fans.Now that he has a fan base, some characters over there have come to find him.

"Your agent's phone number."

Even if the phone is turned off, those who can find him will still not let him go.Wen Liang raised his head and stretched out his hand, and took the mobile phone thrown to him by his grandfather.

"Ok?"

"How's the book?" Without any greetings, his manager went straight to the point.

Wen Liang took it easy: "I'm done watching."

"Anything you like?"

Wen Liang flipped through a few notebooks at hand, each of which he made detailed annotations and a short biography of the characters.

He put down the pen, closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand. There was still a slow smile in his words, but there was an unpredictable coolness between his brows and eyes: "I don't like it very much."

The manager over there stopped, and both sides fell into silence.

Wen Liang doesn't really want to be a lunatic.

The outside world has always said that he lives a casual life, but Wen Liang knows that he just has no enthusiasm.

He likes to do what he is interested in, and it doesn't matter how hard he is, but he doesn't have such a strong desire to burn himself for a play, no matter his soul or spirit.

He hoped that no matter at any time, there would be a part of Wen Liang himself that was independent in his heart and could be examined calmly.

However, the two books that his agents strongly promoted, although they are both seeded players for the prize, are all psychological rally.

Wen Liang was exhausted enough just after watching it. If he completely let go of the filming, whether he came back mentally or not would be a problem.

In this regard, he is quite envious of Lin Jingzhuo.

The armrest of the swivel chair tapped lightly on the large desk, and the owner had already left.

Wen Liang stood up, saw the magazines on the low table next to her, couldn't help but smiled again.

There are no unenthusiastic citizens who are not ambitious and do not want to make progress.

Good.

He suddenly wanted to see the children a little bit.

Wen Liang opened the work diary and glanced at it.

After a while, the cleanly trimmed and rounded fingertips slowly landed on the date box filled with "Fake Show" and tapped.