Lucas handles the mountain of work and handles it quite violently.
He thought that the little bastard surnamed Chi might as well lie on the bed to save his worries. He really wanted to kick him into the water and throw an electrified wire into the water, then jump in and die with him.
He picked up his mobile phone to surf the Internet, and watched the incompetent and furious black fan scolding Chi Xiaochi for a while.
Chi Xiaochi's legs and feet were just a bit of a snap, and then a good show of blatantly coming out of the closet set off a wave of frenzy called Lucas' scalp tingling in retrospect, Lucas has really done a complete set of his light circle and exit. Prepare.
It was not until half a month ago that the new movie written by Sun Guangren was announced, and it was announced that Chi Xiaochi and Chi Song were the two male protagonists.
The rumors of the collapse of the career are self-defeating, and the black fans are even more crazy, covering their ears and not listening, shouting that this is all fake and impossible to be true.
Seeing this, Lucas felt a lot better.
He has always been a scumbag mentality when he is happy with black fans. He sharply slapped a wicked black fan with his sharp teeth, and quickly blocked him by blocking him before putting down his mobile phone with a fresh air.
He leaned on the boss chair and fell asleep unconsciously.
Maybe it was just yesterday that he changed his hair color in order to change his mood. The smell of hair dye lingered on his nose, and it took him back to the distant past.
Before going to see the star named Chi Xiaochi, he was forced by his father to dye his hair, saying that he was grown up, not a child, and it would be shameful to dye himself like a flamingo to show his face.
Lucas was very dissatisfied, and slipped out again in the night, deliberately highlighting a touch of unruly purple in his black hair.
For this job, his attitude is very clear, just doing it for fun.
The kind that only takes the kidneys and not the heart.
And Chi Xiaochi's request to the agent is like a joke. The first condition is to be good-looking and eye-catching, the second condition is that he has a good mouth, and the third condition is that there are not many things to do.
Lucas is also a graduate of marketing. He believes that he is a first-class standard, and his appearance can reach the level of a second-rate little star, so he is happy to go.
Lucas, who had made up for all the movies related to Chi Xiaochi and thought he knew something about him, was quite surprised when he was brought to Chi Xiaochi.
He had just taken a shower and was wearing a loose bathrobe. As far as the lines of his exposed body were concerned, nothing was superfluous.
His long and wet eyelashes matched his tiredness and looked up at people's eyes. I don't know if he was deliberately rejecting people from thousands of miles away, or if he was simply tired of taking a bath.
Chi Xiaochi wiped his hair, with a casual attitude like he was treating a close friend who suddenly came to visit, but what he said was the most superficial self-introduction: "Chi Xiaochi, twenty-three. How about you?"
Lucas was familiar with himself and said lively: "I'm Lucas, twenty-four. You can call me brother."
"Brother?" Chi Xiaochi put down the slightly damp bath towel, glanced at him, and smiled, "Let me call you teacher."
Lucas is also thick-skinned: "Yes, it's fine."
Chi Xiaochi got up: "Mr. Tony, what would you like to drink?"
Lucas: "… "
If it weren't for his priceless face, I would really like to kiss him.
Chi Xiaochi opened a bottle of red wine on his own, poured a little, and handed it to him: "Any requests?"
Lucas was here to play tickets, and he didn't plan to work hard for a long time, so he opened his mouth and said, "The salary is up to you, and the hair is up to me, okay?"
If a normal star is facing such a crazy and unremarkable agent, it is good not to feel disgusted.
Chi Xiaochi didn't even frown, took a sip of wine: "Okay. The hair is good."
Lucas just made such a bluff casually. I didn't expect Chi Xiaochi's indifferent reaction, but it was not so natural.
He touched the purple strand: "Can I really dye my hair?"
In his opinion, celebrities will not like people who are more arrogant and high-profile than themselves.
"Yes." Chi Xiaochi took a sip of wine and said vaguely, "You can dye it any color."
At first, Lucas didn't understand what he meant by this sentence, but it was inexplicable that he would get the job so smoothly.
Later, when Lucas signed the contract, he realized that he had stepped into a vice with hell-level difficulty, and also understood the meaning of Chi Xiaochi's words.
- Whatever color you dye it, it will make you sad in the end.
In the eyes of those who know the details of the two, the young master of the Sheng family, who has always done whatever he wants, and Chi Xiaochi, the devil of the world, are really fucking one who dares to do it, and the other who dares to use it.
If the hard-pressed agent Lucas knew that others rated him like this, he would have to roll up his sleeves and reason with others.
Who said my mother dared to do it? !
Knowing that it was such a pirate ship sailing far away, he wouldn't come up if he said that it was a big day.
Chi Xiaochi is a gay.
This is what he knew on his first day on the job.
Knowing this, lucas had a headache.
He doesn't discriminate against anyone's sexual orientation, including himself, but he knows that homosexuality is inherently more risky than others in public opinion in the entertainment industry.
And Chi Xiaochi is also a master who loves to walk a tightrope.
Lucas' foreboding was not wrong.
When he joined the company for less than half a month, Chi Xiaochi gave him a meeting gift of high quality and quantity.
Chi Xiaochi announced his marriage news, saying that he would marry a female star for three years, and interacted with the marketing account with great interest. After seven or eight interactions, he was discovered by Lucas.
Lucas came to the door and asked for his guilt: "Why are you looking for this shit on purpose?!"
When Lucas broke into the house, Chi Xiaochi was at the end of his lunch break, he didn't even get off the bed, he put the quilt on his back, his eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of his lips raised an angry smile: "Don't do anything."
Lucas lifted his quilt and said, "Get up, give me a reason!"
"Why..." Chi Xiaochi, with his upper body naked, stared at him with black and white pupils, "Because of boredom."
Lucas spun around and said, "This job can't be done!"
Chi Xiaochi looked at him, his voice was hoarse when he woke up: "Are you going too?"
Somehow, his tone and the word "also" made Lucas' heart tremble slightly.
... It sounds like a person who wants to commit suicide but doesn't want to die. After asking for help from passers-by, he felt that he was too boring and hypocritical, so he sneered silently.
This is very similar to Chi Xiaochi's expression at the moment.
Soon, Lucas suppressed the faint conjectures and worries in his heart.
Just kidding, someone like Chi Xiaochi is used to making trouble for others, it's fine if others don't call for help, why would he ask for help
Lucas suspects that Chi Xiaochi did this on purpose, to make him retreat and drive him away.
After thinking of this level, Lucas immediately gave birth to endless fighting spirit.
Just kidding, he always left whenever he wanted to in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. How could he be driven away by someone trying to find a way
Lucas sat down beside the bed: "You want to blow me away? You want to be beautiful. I don't know how careful you are? The first month's salary hasn't been paid yet."
Chi Xiaochi calmly pulled over the quilt, covering the part of Luca that might have touched his skin: "Then it's all up to Teacher Tony."
"...don't throw your mess to me!"
Having said that, in hindsight, Lucas found himself overestimating his role in this mess.
Chi Xiaochi solved the matter by himself, although the solution made him not complimented.
- Actively ignite the fire, burn the fire to the point where the other party can't control it, and then come to the door to provoke and force the other party to solve it on his own. This is not within the scope of Lucas' knowledge.
… but extra relief and stimulation.
After leaving Nebula Entertainment's building, Lucas couldn't help but be excited, chatting with him and talking about the handsome Song Zhihuai.
Seeing that there was some spark between them, Lucas deliberately matched up, but what he got was an indifferent "I don't like anyone" from Chi Xiaochi.
These words were bleak, but after Chi Xiaochi's mouth, there was such a layer of cynicism, so Lucas couldn't hear how sincere he was.
He intuited that Chi Xiaochi might have some secrets that could not be shared with outsiders.
Everyone is curious, not to mention the talkative lucas.
He tried to inquire: "Did you not have a fantasy object when you were doing that? You can also set up a template for me."
Lucas's words are really not enough in front of Chi Xiaochi.
He whispered, "I can't tell you."
… If you don’t say it, you don’t say it, and it’s not too rare to hear it.
Thinking like this, Lucas casually glanced in the rearview mirror, slightly startled.
An unfamiliar handsome young man was not far behind the car, looking at the direction the car was going, feeling a little sad.
But looking in the rearview mirror again, the reflection disappeared like a moon in the water.
Lucas shrugged his shoulders and drove out of the underground parking lot all the way out of the underground parking lot.
After leaving the parking lot, Lucas casually joked while observing the traffic coming and going outside the window, "I don't think you need an agent."
Chi Xiaochi turned his eyes away from the window and aimed at him.
Lucas dialed the small pendant on the rearview mirror: "I was supposed to talk just now, but you didn't give me a chance. Then why did you spend so much money on me, raising a little white face?"
Chi Xiaochi didn't speak.
Lucas felt more and more that his inference was reasonable: "I still remember, your criteria for choosing an agent are to look good, and to be eloquent... The agent is not responsible for being beautiful."
Saying that, he turned to look at Chi Xiaochi, and smiled cheekily: "Are you good at me?"
"It's not to raise a little white face." Chi Xiaochi said, "It's to raise a breath of vitality."
This was a bit deep, and Lucas froze for a while: "Huh?"
"People always have a reason to live." Chi Xiaochi looked out the window again, "The last reason... is no longer there. I want to find another reason to live to keep alive."
After speaking, he laughed: "You don't have to do anything. You look good, you can talk, that's enough."
Lucas blinked his eyes, hesitating whether to pull over to stop, and take good care of Chi Xiaochi's mental health.
He heard that some time ago, the dog Chi Xiaochi had raised for more than ten years died of an illness because of illness.
Lucas has a big heart and doesn't mind that he may be missing pets.
Lucas knows that some people treat their pets as their family members, and they are very sincere.
And according to what he knew about Chi Xiaochi, he had no friends of the same age group, neither inside or outside the circle. It was like a circle around an island, imprisoning himself in it, and giving him no hope.
Lucas never thought that his momentary playfulness would have such a great significance to Chi Xiaochi.
But he wasn't sure if Chi Xiaochi was playing tricks on him.
Chi Xiaochi's acting skills are really good. Lucas knows that he is still shallow, so he can't figure out which of this little fox is real and which is fake.
He touched the tip of his nose: "Hey, when you say that, I feel a sense of mission."
Chi Xiaochi folded his arms and smiled: "Okay, it's a good thing to have a sense of mission."
This conversation, Lucas thought he would soon forget.
But when Chi Xiaochi was seriously injured by the falling chandelier and was admitted to the hospital, he sat in a daze outside the operating room with blood on his hands, his thoughts could not help drifting to that bland morning, to the car.
The doctor came out of the operating room and said that he would sign a critical illness notice and asked if he could contact Chi Xiaochi's parents.
Lucas shook his head timidly: "I'll come."
The doctor asked, "Are you his friend?"
Lucas's hands were shaking violently.
Chi Xiaochi never said that he was his friend, and he was "Mr. Tony" every word, which was quite irritating.
He has a relationship with him, a manager and a troublemaker. In addition, there is a layer of relationship.
… I am his breath.
After signing the notice, Lucas sat back on the chair again, holding his blood-stained fists, and working hard in his heart, imagining that he was injecting vitality into Chi Xiaochi.
And then…
There seems to be nothing after that.
For more than four years, he came here like this. He took care of Chi Xiaochi's studio, ran the property, and took the second chair in the studio.
A few years ago, someone told him that he would sacrifice his life for a little fox to such an extent that he would definitely spit at him.
But the truth is, Chi Xiaochi did make him a better person.
When Lucas woke up, the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window just fell on his face, and strands of gold thread tickled his face.
He squinted his eyes, and just stretched his waist, the assistant knocked on the door and pushed in with a document in his hand: "Brother Lucas, look at this."
Lucas took it naturally, soft blonde hair hanging down, covering a little of his eyelids.
The assistant smiled and said, "I don't know where Brother July is on vacation now."
Lucas held the folder and thought of Chi Xiaochi's various performances since he woke up, and thought of the person named Lou Ying who suddenly appeared.
He always felt that he had seen Lou Ying before, but he couldn't understand it for a long time, so he had to decide that the beauties in the world must have similarities.
As for Chi Xiaochi…
It was like a man who lived in the deep sea all the year round, cut off oxygen, and almost gave birth to gills, suddenly found his oxygen, and climbed ashore from then on.
The corners of Lucas' lips curled into a smile, and he happily smoothed out a wrinkle on the corner of the document: "Never mind."