Lu Wen spent the whole day on magazine interviews, first taking pictures of the cover and inside pages, a total of four sets of looks. He is very good at taking pictures, his appearance is impeccable, and he cooperates very well with the photographer.
After taking off the makeup, Sun Xiaojian came over and said, "Wait for the interview, the magazine wants to revise a few questions."
Lu Wen lowered his head to play with his mobile phone, flipped through Weibo comments casually, and asked, "Why?"
"Why else?" Sun Xiaojian tapped the screen with his fingernails, "They want to add a few articles related to Qubian. These days, nothing is as valuable as topics."
Lu Wen himself didn't care, but when it came to Qu Yanting, he reminded: "Don't ask random questions, or I won't cooperate."
Sun Xiaojian said: "Don't worry, the manuscript will be reviewed."
Lu Wen continued to flip through the comments, and the discussion of the incident itself gradually became saturated, and more and more netizens focused their attention on Qu Yanting. Many people suddenly realized that they had already seen Qu Yanting's works.
"Hey, I found out." He said with emotion, "People still have to be excellent to be confident when things happen. If Mr. Qu writes a bunch of bad movies, what will the reviews say?"
Sun Xiaojian nodded: "Didn't you find another key?"
Lu Wen asked, "What?"
"Ah, good looks." Sun Xiaojian said, "The picture Qu Bian was secretly photographed looks like a screenshot from a movie. There are also some pictures of you carrying him on your back. The drooping legs are long and slender. Who doesn't like to talk about beautiful men?"
Lu Wen pressed the lock screen button, clasped the phone on his lap and rubbed it, and said, "Is this all over?"
Sun Xiaojian said "Hmm": "There must be bad comments, just accept it." He patted Lu Wen's shoulder and lowered his voice, "Learn a lesson, don't be photographed kissing your girlfriend on the street."
Lu Wen pretended to be stupid and grinned: "I don't have the guts."
Sun Xiaojian left the sentence "You are humble", and went to communicate with the editor of the magazine about the revision, which was delayed for some time. In the end, the end of the interview was delayed by two hours than expected.
At the beginning of the day, Lu Wen drove away from the company, and was very sensitive by Yuji. He looked suspicious at any car along the way, especially Bread, who always wanted to lower the windows and shout to the people inside.
He went back to South Bay.
When Lu Zhanqing called in the morning, he ordered him to go home tonight.
Lu Wen slowed down and drove into the outer door, sliding his palms up and down the steering wheel restlessly. Lu Zhanqing had explicitly banned it at the beginning, and no negative/negative news was allowed, otherwise he would suffer.
A gust of cold wind blew, and the leaves from the branches by the roadside floated down and landed on the front of the car in a whirl. Lu Wen followed suit, drove slower and slower, and stopped at the driveway beside the building at a tortoise speed.
Turn off the fire and pull out the key.
After struggling for a while, plug it back in, which is more convenient if you need to escape.
Lu Wen spent a few minutes in the driver's seat, got out of the car, and walked up the brick-red ramp with heavy steps, passing through the deserted west hall, the soles of his shoes making dragging sounds on the floor.
Sister Lingling greeted her, and pushed open the door of the living room. Lu Wen walked in and asked, "My dad is back?"
"Well, it's in the smoking room." Sister Lingling asked concerned, "Have you had dinner yet?"
Lu Wen shook his head, walked towards the smoking room, and asked, "How is my dad feeling?"
Sister Lingling said truthfully, "I'm not very happy."
Walking to the door, Lu Wen stopped beside the decoration cabinet and zipped up the open down jacket. Sister Lingling said: "You're not hot, take it off and I'll put it on for you."
Lu Wen said firmly: "No, I can't take it off."
Sister Lingling probably guessed it, sighed and opened the door of the smoking room, and said, "Xiaowen is back."
The furniture in the room is dark brown, only a few Tiffany windows are brighter. Lu Zhanqing sits on the large leather sofa smoking a cigar, holding a thick hard-shell book, and behind him is an entire wall-mounted bookcase.
Compared with the smell of smoke, Lu Wen first smelled the cologne smell on Lu Zhanqing's body.
Lu Zhanqing used to take a shower after returning home, but today was obviously an exception. He didn't change his three-piece suit, but only took off his coat, and put on his tie and vest intact.
After weighing it up, Lu Wen sat down on the side sofa and said, "Dad, I'm back."
Without raising his eyes, Lu Zhanqing turned a page of the book and asked directly, "Where did you spend the night last night?"
Lu Wen suddenly felt guilty, without foreshadowing, and did not proceed step by step, and faced the core problem as soon as he came. He lied: "Purple Mountain."
Lu Zhanqing didn't comment: "Tell me, what did you do outside."
"Alright, busy." Lu Wen put his palms together, fingertips down between his thighs, "My web drama is about to be broadcast, all kinds of promotions, variety shows, and I've been shooting magazines today."
After listening patiently, Lu Zhanqing asked, "Are you pretending to be stupid?"
Seeing that he couldn't get around it, Lu Wen licked his lips to find an excuse: "Dad, don't believe that entertainment headline, you don't understand the entertainment industry, and reporters like to scribble."
Lu Zhanqing closed the book and pressed the cover with his palm: "Did the reporter force you to carry someone on the street?"
"I..." Lu Wen argued, "I carried Teacher Qu because he was sprained."
Lu Zhanqing said: "I didn't see it, you have been a young master at home for more than 20 years, and you have never served the rice bowl yourself, and you still do the work of serving people outside."
Lu Wen emphasized: "I just recited a certain distance."
"What?" Lu Zhanqing misunderstood, "Not fun?"
Lu Wen said: "I mean it's not called serving, it's called helpful at best."
Lu Zhanqing said: "I think you are ashamed to be photographed on the front page."
Lu Wen opened his mouth and imagined the reaction of Huanlu executives, partners, and family friends when they saw the news... He stubbornly went to the steps: "At least the shot is pretty cool, isn't it?"
Lu Zhanqing said, "Shameless."
Lu Wen withdrew his hand, and his legs spread apart, showing signs of breaking the tank. Anyway, he is doomed to be scolded when he comes back, so come on. It was really hot in his down jacket, so he moved over to Lu Zhanqing dry-mouthed, and poured water from a cup on the tea table tray.
The cold black tea meant that Lu Zhanqing had been waiting for a long time. Lu Wen poured down half a cup while thinking about it.
At this time, Lu Zhanqing asked, "What's the matter with the ring?"
Lu Wen vigilantly bit the rim of the cup, like a dog holding a rice bowl, turned his head to meet Lu Zhanqing's staring gaze, and recalled in a blink of an eye that he once told the other party that the ring was for the person he was pursuing.
Lu Wen really panicked, wouldn't he just come out like this
Expose Qu Yanting to the public in the morning and his father at night, will Qu Yanting kill him
"Ring..." Lu Wen put down the water glass, withdrew his hands and grabbed his knees, racking his brains to delay a reasonable answer, "The ring is made of sterling silver...it's not very valuable."
Lu Zhanqing took a puff on his cigar and said, "Sometimes, I really doubt that I gave birth to a fool."
Lu Wen was scolded so hot that he admitted it himself on Weibo, and there was no point in covering it up at the moment, so he had to confess: "The ring has already been given to Teacher Qu."
Lu Zhanqing said, "What does pursuit mean?"
Lu Wenyu replied incoherently: "It's... my pursuit of acting career, of course, it also includes Mr. Qu, I admire him very much, he... is my male god!"
Without moving his body, Lu Zhanqing flicked the cigar between his fingers into the ashtray on the coffee table, and asked, "So did you pursue it?"
"I got it... no." Lu Wen hurriedly changed his words, "He is a great screenwriter, so it would be nice if he wanted to be my friend."
"Friend?" Lu Zhanqing said, "You're already acting like a cow on the street, and you still dare not admit what's on your mind?"
Lu Wen's hair stood on end, and the matter was almost clear at this point. He stared at the hammer pattern of the glass, and his mind was also in a mess. Instead of covering it up full of loopholes, just keep doing nothing and keep admitting it!
Dare to bend and act, isn't it just coming out of the closet
At worst, if one leg is broken, he can even jump in front of Qu Yanting by jumping on one foot!
Lu Wen picked up the water glass, drank the remaining half cup of black tea in one gulp, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, turned sideways, and faced Lu Zhanqing with a straight spine.
"Pretentious." Lu Zhanqing spat out, "You think I don't know?"
Lu Wen was stunned: "You know?"
Lu Zhanqing said sullenly: "You think I won't help you, don't support you, so you go to court others. Look at what the Internet says about you, you are useless!"
Lu Wen was dumbfounded. After a while, he reined in his horse and said, "... yes, you are right!"
Lu Zhanqing scolded: "You trash snack, you have completely embarrassed me!"
Lu Wen pretended to shrink his broad shoulders obediently, making a look of remorse.
"Don't act with me." Lu Zhanqing dispelled him, and didn't believe these falsehoods at all, "Starting tomorrow, move back home, and Lao Yan will pick you up wherever you go."
Lu Wen raised his head abruptly. Old Yan was Lu Zhanqing's driver. He picked him up for a year in the third year of high school, and watched him like a felon.
He protested: "I'm almost thirty! Still have someone spy on me?!"
Lu Zhanqing said: "So you should reflect on it."
"What am I reflecting on? I object!" Lu Wen said anxiously, "And I have such a busy schedule, how can I come back every day when I'm free?"
Lu Zhanqing said disdainfully: "You are so busy, you really regard yourself as an international superstar."
Lu Wen couldn't stand Lu Zhanqing's tone of voice the most, and spent the whole night in a state of embarrassment, and the long-lasting conflict broke out in an instant: "You look down on me again!"
Lu Zhanqing said: "It's because I think highly of you that I let you lose face to the Lu family."
Lu Wen said: "The Lu family is just the two of us, as if there are a lot of people!"
Before the words fell, Lu Wen's eyes suddenly went dark, and immediately after a "boom", he fell face down on the carpet, his right shoulder was in severe pain, and he couldn't see clearly whether Lu Zhanqing was using his hands or feet.
"Fuck..."
Lu Wen got up with one arm support, and just as he bowed his back, the big hard-cover book fell down hard, and he lost consciousness of the pain for a moment, and was completely flat on the ground when he regained consciousness.
Lu Zhanqing asked, "How long has it been since I beat you up?"
“Domestic Violence Is Not Advisable…”
"You can call the police." Lu Zhanqing said, "Let me also feel the headlines."
Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Lu Wen poked his neck up: "If you want to beat you up, be quick, I really thought I'd frighten you... ah! Don't hit your face!"
Sister Lingling was very anxious in the corridor, listening to Lu Wen crying and yelling in the room for a while, and swearing for a while, but she just refused to beg for mercy.
After ten long minutes passed, the door opened, and Lu Zhanqing came out with his cuff buttons unbuttoned, and said, "Get him something to eat."
Sister Lingling said, "You haven't eaten either."
"I'm full." Lu Zhanqing said, "I raised something."
Lu Wen was lying peacefully between the sofa and the coffee table, his soul was slightly out of his body, Lu Zhanqing didn't slap his face, but he accidentally broke a piece of his forehead when struggling.
When the sound of footsteps in the corridor disappeared, Lu Wen got up tremblingly, leaning on the wall all the way back to the room, took off his clothes, redness and swelling appeared on the chest and back, and he temporarily lost feeling in his right shoulder.
Sister Lingling felt distressed: "Why are you hurt like this while wearing a down jacket?"
Lu Wen said weakly: "It's all because the veterans are too strong."
Sister Lingling said: "Can't you be soft?"
Lu Wen didn't know how to be soft when he was beaten since he was a child, and he knew that Lu Zhan was angry, and the sooner he vented his anger, the sooner he calmed down. Sister Lingling went to get food, closed the door, and he slowly sat on the head of the bed.
Lu Wen took out his mobile phone and called Qu Yanting. He was planning to complain, but he couldn't get through. The mechanical female voice replied, "The user you dialed is busy".
Qu Yanting didn't go to the studio, and spent seven or eight hours in a row writing scripts in the study, forcing himself to get busy. Until his eyeballs were sore, he raised his neck, dripped eye drops and closed his eyes to rest.
As soon as the ringtone rang, Qu Yanting subconsciously grabbed the armrest of the leather chair, her eyelids closed tightly, and the eyedrops oozed out and wet her eyelashes.
It took a long time to open it, and the foggy vision gradually became clear. Qu Yanting looked at the name flashing on the screen, connected it, and slid down his Adam's apple: "Hello, teacher."
Zeng Zhen's magnetic voice came, and he asked without greeting, "Xiao Ting, are you free this weekend night?"
Qu Yanting didn't go around in circles and said, "What's the teacher's arrangement?"
"I was busy a while ago, so I didn't have time." Zeng Zhen replied, "I want to invite a few friends over for a gathering this weekend. See you too."
Qu Yanting never liked to socialize, so Zeng Zhen didn't call him often. He said, "Is he very important?"
Zeng Zhen said: "Director Hu Qing came back from the United States, private trip, accompanied by his royal photographer and editor, just four of us, we made an appointment for dinner."
Hu Qing is a famous Chinese-American director. Qu Yanting has watched every one of his films, or in other words, every student in the directing department has studied his works.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and Qu Yanting responded, "I'm free on weekends."
"Okay." Zeng Zhen said, "After booking the restaurant, I'll ask my assistant to send it to you."
Qu Yanting said, "Thank you teacher."
After the matter was finished, the phone was silent for a few seconds. Before hanging up, Zeng Zhen asked, "The news says you have a sprain, is it serious?"
Qu Yanting replied: "No serious problem, it will be fine after two days of raising it."
"That's good, be careful in the future."
After Zeng Zhen finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but this time he didn't say a word to Lu Wen. Qu Yanting didn't have time to wait for the screen to dim, and didn't want to receive any more messages, so he turned off the phone.
Lu Wen didn't sleep well all night, turned over and groaned in pain. The next day, he had breakfast with Lu Zhanqing, and there was no communication during the whole process, as if strangers were sharing a table.
The car keys were confiscated, and Lao Yan picked him up in a commercial vehicle, in the name of letting him "dream back to the college entrance examination".
After two days of Lu Wen's honesty, he became mad on the third day. Trying to escape on the way back to Nanwan after work, Lao Yan drove the car directly to Huanlu and picked up Lu Zhanqing to sit in charge.
On the fourth day, after recording the program on the TV station, he took the opportunity to sneak away, and a group of fans gathered around to ask for autographs. Lao Yan mixed in with the little girls, and shook the car keys at him benevolently.
Staying up until the weekend, Lu Wen was reading the script in the carriage, and will have a meeting with the crew tomorrow. The traffic jam was serious at dusk, and when I looked up occasionally, I found that the route was different from usual.
He suppressed his expression and waited for an opportunity to ask, "Is it going to be an safe road?"
Old Yan: "Yes."
"It's just across the street from Cangxia Road, so go around." Lu Wen said, "There's a good roast goose restaurant. I want to buy one and try it."
Old Yan was full of doubts: "Don't be a moth."
Lu Wen said: "I have lost my personal freedom, so I can't eat a goose?"
Lao Yan detoured to Cangxia Road, slowed down to find a goose restaurant, and at this time drove to the gate of a residential area, with "Linxie Garden" written on the gate.
Lu Wen rushed over from behind, begging his parents and calling his mother, "Uncle Yan! Please stop, I really like this neighborhood!"
Old Yan knew he was playing the trick, stopped and locked the car door: "Just five minutes."
Lu Wen looked at the gate. It had been a week, and he didn't know whether Qu Yanting wanted him or not. Time passed by every minute and every second, and in the last half minute, the lifting pole of the gate guard of the community was raised, and the familiar Bentley drove out of the gate.
Lu Wen stared at the car with wide eyes, and immediately took out his mobile phone to call Qu Yanting.
It was quickly connected, and Qu Yanting gave a gentle "Hello".
Lu Wen was about to roll down the car window to surprise Qu Yanting, so he said first, "Teacher Qu, where are you?"
The phone paused for a second, and Qu Yanting replied: "Working overtime in the studio."
Lu Wen was stunned, and all the words that followed were stuck in his throat.