Everyone says we're tying up the hype

Lin Jingzhuo felt as if he had been bewitched, and he didn't dare to move when he stood still.

"Teacher Wen!" Wei Jing was also very surprised, but she quickly realized that she pushed Lin Jingzhuo who had stiffened into a stone statue next to her.

"I heard that the media is coming, and we just passed by, or let Xiaojing go out with our car." Wen Liang smiled, "Are there any arrangements for the evening?"

"I'm going to school." Lin Jingzhuo regained his usual composure, cleared his throat, and said, "I won't trouble you..."

"No. [-] middle school, let's go." Wen Liang waved to him.

With Wen Liang's move, Lin Jingzhuo's eyes froze again.

Wei Jing saw that Lin Jingzhuo looked like a child who was willing to be trafficked, and after thinking about it, she just left with him without even looking back.

On the contrary, Wen Liang smiled and waved goodbye to Wei Jing.

After getting in the car and sitting firmly, Wen Liang was just about to introduce herself formally, but heard Lin Jingzhuo speak.

"You... why don't you wear a hat."

The kid sounded like he was still a little unhappy.

The people in the car who were staring at Lin Jingzhuo curiously couldn't help but widen their eyes when they heard the words, and suddenly changed their expressions to look at Wen Liangqi with a look of interest.

Wen Liang turned her head a little amusingly, and said with a smile: "We specially found a place with few people to stop, it's okay."

Lin Jingzhuo obviously did not accept this kind of rhetoric, and his sword eyebrows frowned slightly: "What if a passer-by sees it, what if there is a shout, what if there is a media, and people rush over and get squeezed and shoved. How dangerous."

The children lost their usual alienation and politeness when they talked to their idols, but when they listened carefully, they seemed a bit coquettish and complaining.

It's not unreasonable for him to say this.

With Lin Jingzhuo's current popularity, it has become difficult to go out.As long as he is squatted in the airport crew hotel, a tough battle will definitely be inevitable.

Mobile phones, cameras, microphones, notebooks, and selfie sticks all poked at his head in a group of seven and eight.

When encountering this kind of situation, where you can go depends on fate, and where you get stabbed depends only on fate.

And if this person is replaced by Wen Liang, then the specifications of this war may be upgraded a few more levels.

"Look at what you said, I'm not a rare animal." Wen Liang waved goodbye to Wei Jing outside through the car window, patted Lin Jingzhuo on the shoulder, and looked at Lin Jingzhuo's nervous expression Laughed, "Relax, don't worry."

You are the only one in the world who is warm and cool, and the degree of rarity surpasses that of pandas, right?

Lin Jingzhuo had an expression of "I don't agree with you" all over his face, and some small emotions could be clearly seen in his eyes that were originally like cold stars.

"Come on, let's get acquainted. This is An Yuan, the director of "Fake Play." Wen Liang reached out and patted the front seat.

An Yuan, who was in front of him, was enjoying watching the fun while pulling the back of his chair. After being called out suddenly, he quickly waved to Lin Jingzhuo.

"Hello." Lin Jingzhuo woke up suddenly as if he had just realized that there was someone in the car, and nodded a little embarrassedly.

"Hi, hello, hello, you too." An Yuan couldn't hide the smile on his face, and looked at Lin Jingzhuo up and down with an expression of looking at a strong man, "The primary school bully really lives up to its reputation."

Lin Jingzhuo raised the corners of his mouth, his face looked calm and dignified.

After greeting the people in the car, everyone fell into silence.

Wen Liang habitually sat crookedly, propped his chin with one hand and looked seriously at the half-grown boy next to him who was nearly half his age.

As a lonely old man who has no one to play with, Wen Liang actually likes to watch TV and surf the Internet when he is free at home. For those oppas who have just debuted, as long as they have seen the works, Wen Liang basically Can face each other.

fashionable.

Wen Liang pursed her lips, thinking about it, she felt that she should not be that old.

But the kid seems to have few words to say to himself.

After Wen Liang, a fashionista, praised her for cheering her up from the bottom of her heart, her gaze returned to Lin Jingzhuo.

Lin Jingzhuo's appearance is not the fresh and boyish style that is popular nowadays.

His outline is very deep, and his brows and eyes are mostly cold. Even though his facial features are exquisite in every way, they are too aggressive when taken together so that everyone only pays attention to his temperament.

It's a good thing and a bad thing.

The evening rush hour in Haicheng is as disappointing as ever, and except for the driver, one of the three people in the car is leisurely and quiet, one is not talkative, and the other is busy watching the show from the rearview mirror, and he doesn’t even have a radio broadcast. It's so stuck in traffic.

From the moment he got in the car, Lin Jingzhuo felt that there were two eyes on him all the time.This kind of gaze from the bigwigs in the industry made him inexplicably nervous.

In fact, if Lin Jingzhuo's grades are not so good that all the teachers are reluctant to scold him under various extreme circumstances, then he should know that this kind of nervousness is basically similar to being squatted by the dean when he was studying on his mobile phone at night at school. to despair.

It is a kind of fear that property safety, personal safety, and future are all hanging by a thread.

Of course, Lin Jingzhuo didn't think about it at this time, his other kind of security will be targeted by the senior in the show business next to him in the not-too-distant future.

"Xiao Jing is now the male lead in this drama." Probably because he had seen enough excitement, An Yuan provoked the conversation.

Lin Jingzhuo raised his head, pursed his lips and shook his head: "Not really."

The drama he is currently participating in is a rare costume drama in the past few years. His role is Liu Yuan, a cynical young son of a family. He does not have the most roles, but it is a very important plot promotion in the drama.

Lin Jingzhuo had already had a small explosion before his debut, but after signing with the company and confirming to be an actor, he started to keep a low profile in a straight line.The company probably didn't want to over-consume his traffic, and all the dramas he received were serious dramas, without even a relationship line.

So far, Lin Jingzhuo's acting experience can basically be summed up perfectly in one sentence-the male number eight who has been in the drama team all the year round.

"It's a coincidence that the character Liu Yuan, Old Wen, also played a guest role in those years." An Yuan scratched the back of his head and thought about it.

Lin Jingzhuo's heart skipped a beat, and his mind froze immediately.

The drama they are currently filming is based on a very famous conspiracy novel. This novel has been remade no less than twenty times over the past few decades, old and new.

And the most classic of them is a friendly cameo in a movie, only a warm and cool version of looking back at the end.

"It happened more than ten years ago, how could children know." Wen Liang beside him smiled, and turned to look at Lin Jingzhuo, "12 years ago...you didn't even go to elementary school, did you?"

"No." Lin Jingzhuo felt as stiff as a board, and his speech seemed to be a little out of tune. He cleared his throat and calmed down, "But I have seen it."

…. not only watched.

At that time, he was ignorant of the world, and he secretly took his brother to express his amazement.

For the first time, Lin Jingzhuo began to worry about why his memory was not bad.

He clearly remembered that when he was sleeping that night, he sneaked up to his brother's side and said to his brother, "Brother, I really like Liu Yuan."

And his brother is also someone who has seen big scenes: "I will show you another movie he acted in tomorrow, you like it better."

...

like.

I like your big dick.

Lin Jingzhuo lowered his head and stared at his shoes, wishing he could dig a hole under the car and squat under the car.

He really couldn't understand why his fans always went to various places to see him.

He said a total of two sentences within three to ten minutes of seeing Wen Liang, and his muscles were already stiff and almost caught in his own inner drama. Those little girls were able to smile at him so happily.

"Old Wen was only seventeen or eighteen years old at that time, tsk tsk tsk tsk, that young one, with a face all over the world." An Yuan laughed and teased, "But I think Xiaojing is slightly better when you two stand together now .Old Wen, you, Liu Yuan, are going to be eliminated by the times."

"Let's be eliminated." Wen Liang propped her chin, and she didn't hide her kind gaze at Lin Jingzhuo at all. When she laughed, the end of her phoenix eyes drew a beautiful upward arc, "Primary school bully looks good."

Lin Jing clenched the hand that was only holding the strap of his schoolbag in an instant, and the short nails dug into the palm of his hand, which made him tremble.

"No, Mr. Wen..."

Before he could speak halfway, Lin Jingzhuo was interrupted by something suddenly stuffed into his mouth, a warm touch slid across his lower lip, leaving a scorching mark.

His eyes widened subconsciously, and he looked down a little nervously, only to find that he was holding a bag of coconut milk that had been torn open.

Swipe the...should be...

"Hey, the kid's teeth are quite sharp." Wen Liang next to him rubbed his fingertips, and joked with a smile, "Don't look at me, just drink milk."

An Yuan in front burst out laughing, causing Lin Jingzhuo next to him to turn red unconsciously.

"How can even children be so polite now?" Wen Liang was quite emotional, but didn't notice that Lin Jingzhuo's ears turned red again, "Not honest."

"It's called business bragging, old-fashioned hat." An Yuan flipped down the sun visor, "And you, an old man, come out of the mountain, who dares not to see you."

Wen Liang raised her eyebrows, shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands, instantly completing a set of standard gestures of resignation: "Fine, I deserve to be lonely and desolate."

Lin Jingzhuo, who had been forcibly installing a statue next to him, couldn't hold back at this time, and secretly glanced at Wen Liang next to him.

Wen Liang's hair has been kept at a very delicate length, and when he raises his head, it can just fall on his shoulders.

In fact, many men who engage in art like to wear long hair, some look like a delicate porcelain doll, while others are full of romantic decadence.

But there are few people like Wen Liang who can keep half-length hair so clean and elegant.

"He has a sense of tranquility that does not belong to this impetuous era."

Lin Jingzhuo thought of the foreign media's evaluation of Wen Liang, and really had to sigh the beauty of the name Wen Liang's parents gave him.

The two tactile sensations that are not at extremes, combined together wonderfully form an atmosphere that people can feel instantly.

"Here we are." Wen Liang patted Lin Jingzhuo on the shoulder, signaling that he had arrived at the gate of No. [-] Middle School.

Now it is the time for self-study in the evening, and the teaching buildings in No. [-] Middle School are brightly lit, and the sound of students fighting during recess can be heard from a long distance away.

Lin Jingzhuo picked up his schoolbag and just stepped out of the car with one leg, but suddenly stopped.

Wen Liang watched the child stand still for a second or two, and then turned around in the dim yellow light.

The boy nervously picked the strap of his schoolbag on his chest. When he lowered his head, his slender eyelashes looked like butterfly wings about to fly under the light and shadow. They were fragile but beautiful.

Wen Liang felt that she would always remember this scene.

Behind Lin Jingzhuo is the endless stream during the evening rush hour, and the sudden lights of thousands of houses. In the sea of ​​light, he has become the only static point.

After a moment of silence, he stood at the junction of light and dark and raised his head expectantly, his star-like eyes were shining brightly.

"If you are not busy, I... treat you to a meal?"

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