When the Depressed Film King Meets the Director of the Virgin Mary

Since the other party took over Weibo, every time he posted a blog, he insisted on reposting comments.

In almost every Weibo post, there is only Vine Grass.

Ling Xiao has never replied to the other party before, and now he sees that the other party is still insisting on commenting and reposting his Weibo, when he has not even released a work.

This is the first time Ling Xiao has encountered this feeling of being sincerely liked by strangers on the Internet.

Zhang Jia said that fans can be replied appropriately, but not too often.

Ling Xiao thought for a while, but still couldn't help but replied: "It's the People's Square in City Y."

And Qian Manman's cell phone rang suddenly, who was thousands of miles away. When she saw it, someone had commented on her!

Clicking on the comment, it was actually Ling Xiao who replied in person!

All the previous entanglements were swept away in an instant. At least, Ling Xiao now seems to have a bright future.

Li Qianshan looked at Ling Xiao who was looking at the phone and laughing, and couldn't help but said with a little jealousy: "Don't look at the phone, watch the road."

Ling Xiao looked at the vines and replied, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,'''''''''''''''' ling xiao. I wish you all the best!

Such a cute fan.

He locked the screen of his phone and put it in his pocket. By the way, he warmed it up and his hands were already a little cold.

The two were on their way back to the hotel. As soon as Ling Xiao raised his head, he suddenly found that under Xiwei's street lamp, tiny snow particles seemed to be falling from his eyes. Ling Xiao was so surprised that he raised his hand and immediately rushed to the snow particles falling into his hands. An instant cooling sensation.

"Snowing?"

Li Qianshan also noticed the snow particles falling in the air, and his face was also full of surprise.

Many passers-by nearby also noticed the snow, exclaimed, and excitedly took pictures.

This can be regarded as the first snow this year, and it is the first time Ling Xiao has seen snow this year.

When the two returned to the hotel, a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the mountain on the ground, and at a glance, it was a vast expanse of whiteness.

Li Qianshan gently patted the snow particles off Ling Xiao's body, and then said: "Go back to bed early, believe in yourself, don't worry so much, your acting skills are very good."

Ling Xiao nodded, seeing that the elevator had reached his floor, he took the lead in saying, "Good night."

"Good night." Li Qianshan watched Ling Xiao's figure disappear behind the closed door of the elevator, feeling a little soft in his heart.

He reached out and took out the chocolate wrapping paper from his pocket, flattened him, looked at the clear chocolate brand logo on it, and smiled involuntarily on his face.

The elevator dinged, and Li Qianshan carefully put the chocolate wrapping paper in his pocket before striding out of the elevator.

It is really a joyful thing for the recipient to carry the chocolate he sent with him.

Li Qianshan was supposed to stay here for a few days, but there was a problem with another movie invested by Maisui the next day, so he had to leave here to deal with Maisui's affairs.

Although Maisui is a film and television company co-founded by Li Qianshan and Ding Xiao, in addition to investing in the movies they two made, they will also invest in other movies.

But because the two have limited financial resources, they are only participating in other films, not the main investors.

Seeing Li Qianshan leave, Ling Xiao was still a little unhappy. He thought that he could see Li Qianshan these few days, but he didn't expect that the other party left after only eating such a meal.

Time flies, but in the blink of an eye, two months have passed, and the Spring Festival is coming soon.

But because the filming was about to be finished, and the filming would be over in a dozen days, the director simply didn't let people go back, and only had a day off for free activities during the Spring Festival.

During New Year's Day, Li Qianshan also called Ling Xiao to wish him well, but Ling Xiao was still thinking about it.

But it's just longing, the secret love quickly made Ling Xiao adapt to the feeling of longing, like a daily habit, it has become an indispensable part of Ling Xiao.

Today is the New Year's Eve, Ding Xiao treats guests directly, and the crew have a lively meal together.

"Ling Xiao? Why do you look unhappy? Because you can't go home?" Ding Xiao looked at Ling Xiao's expression and asked thoughtfully.

The other crew members also looked at the silent Ling Xiao.

In fact, Ling Xiao is also very silent in the crew, except for finding people to play against each other, he basically doesn't talk much at ordinary times.

Ling Xiao shook his head: "No, in fact, it was rare for me to celebrate the Spring Festival with my family before."

It's just...it's just that Li Qianshan can't be seen.

Ding Xiao thought of Li Qianshan's words before, and then thought of Li Qianshan who called him, and smiled involuntarily, and said: "Take a good rest tomorrow, relax, maybe a surprise will come."

Ling Xiao looked at Ding Xiao all of a sudden, but Ding Xiao smiled mysteriously and stopped talking.

Returning to his bedroom after the dinner, the assistant packed up his things and returned to his room.

Ling Xiao also washed up and returned to his bedroom. It was past eleven o'clock, but he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

He couldn't help picking up his phone, but he didn't know what to swipe.

Unconsciously, I clicked on Weibo, and saw my homepage with only a few thousand fans, but my heart moved, and I searched for "Li Qianshan" in the search bar.

I clicked on the Weibo of "Director Li Qianshan" who had certified the director, only to find that he had already followed him on Weibo.

Ling Xiao was on Weibo before. Apart from posting on Weibo every day, he never checked the homepage.

Most of Li Qianshan's microblogs are advertising blogs, that is, promoting movies for others and reposting promotional blogs for the evening parties he attended.

Only a few of them are their own original blogs.

The latest Weibo is an original blog: "Come on, come on, come on! All efforts will pay off! [The table is full of files.jpg]"

It seems that Li Qianshan has been really busy recently.

Ling Xiao looked at Li Qianshan's Weibo one by one, even if it was an advertising blog, he would read each one carefully, and even read the comments below.

Although the director Li Qianshan is not well-known, he also attracted a lot of fans when he released it. There are still more than a dozen forwarded comments on each Weibo.

Ling Xiao even turned to some media interviews with Li Qianshan. Seeing Li Qianshan, who was well-dressed in a suit, sitting in front of the camera and seriously answering reporters' questions, he was inexplicably charming.

Although Li Qianshan under the camera is much inferior to the Li Qianshan he saw with his own eyes, the video and sound that can be played in a loop still fascinate Ling Xiao.

Before I knew it, time passed quickly.

When Ling Xiao came back to his senses again, it was he who heard the sudden explosion of fireworks outside.

Only then did Ling Xiao check the time, and it turned out that it was already twelve o'clock.

The new year has really arrived.

Ling Xiao opened the curtains and watched the brilliant fireworks show over the square not far away, which was fleeting but dazzling.

Just when Ling Xiao closed the curtains again and was about to lie back on the bed, his cell phone rang suddenly.

He looked at the phone screen, and the caller ID showed that it was Li Qianshan!

Ling Xiao's hand trembled for a moment, but as if he was afraid that the incoming call would disappear, he quickly connected it and put it to his ear.

A familiar voice came from the opposite side, with unconcealable joy and vitality: "Happy Chinese New Year, Ling Xiao!"

Ling Xiao turned around and walked towards the window again, opened the curtains, looked through the window at the fireworks that were still blooming brightly and then disappeared in an instant, his eyes couldn't help but get hot.

"Aren't you afraid of calling me so late that I'm already asleep?"

"That can only be scolded by you when you wake up, but I just want to be the first person to give blessings for the new year."

Hearing Li Qianshan's serious tone, Ling Xiao couldn't help but open the window, let the cold wind blow in, and keep his mind clear.

But Li Qianshan heard the movement from Ling Xiao, and couldn't help asking: "Are you outside now?"

"No, it's just that the hotel's air conditioner is set a bit high, I'll open the window to get some air."

Li Qianshan said disapprovingly: "Just turn down the temperature of the air conditioner, why open the windows? What if you catch a cold?"

Ling Xiao couldn't help laughing, the moisture in his eyes had been dried by the wind: "It's okay, just drive for a while."

"Qianshan, I also wish you a happy Spring Festival." Ling Xiao said softly.

Li Qianshan laughed, and then asked again: "Has the filming gone well recently? Has Ding Xiao squeezed you too much?"

"No, Director Ding only asked us according to normal standards, and as long as there is a night scene, he will prepare hot tea and supper for us. It just so happens that the movie is still a winter story, so it's not that hard."

Li Qianshan snorted coldly: "He doesn't even let you go home during the Spring Festival holiday, and doesn't he squeeze you?"

Ling Xiao's eyes reflected the flickering fireworks not far away, and he seemed to contain everything in the world gently: "No, it's just to make the shooting more coherent. And it's still a day off. If the Spring Festival is released for seven days, the crew will come back, just look for It takes a lot of time to find the state, and there are not many scenes left, so we should hurry up and finish filming."

Li Qianshan also understands this truth, but he still has some resentment: "Did he give you a red envelope for the New Year?"

"I sent it during dinner at night, one hundred per person, and said that there will be more when work starts in the second year of junior high school."

"It's a hundred for you? He also withholds the leading role like this?" Li Qianshan said angrily.

"The director's money doesn't come from the wind, and there will always be some people who feel uncomfortable when they are treated differently. It's better to be the same."

"Ling Xiao, why do you think of Ding Xiao so much? Is he your best friend or me?"

Hearing Li Qianshan's threatening voice, Ling Xiao couldn't help laughing: "You are, but Director Ding did the right thing, and I can't go against my heart and speak ill of him."

Li Qianshan hummed a few times angrily and helplessly, and then said in a low voice: "Ling Xiao, it's a new year, a new beginning, I will always be with you. You will always be healthy and happy."

Ling Xiao closed his eyes in an instant, suppressed the tears welling up, and said calmly, "You too."

"Good night, go to bed early."

"Good night."

When Ling Xiao heard the sound of the phone being hung up, he suddenly came back to his senses, opened his eyes, closed the window, drew the curtains, lay back on the bed, and turned off the light.

Ling Xiao had a sweet dream tonight.