Under the power of the medicine, Chi Xiaochi fell asleep, dreaming of what happened before he came here.
He's an actor, and he doesn't do well. At the age of 26, he won two international A-category awards, one for the male lead and one for the male supporting role, and three gold trophies for domestic films, which he won many times before the age of 25.
However, the entertainment industry is a circle after all.
Ling Nanguo, a first-class photographer in the circle, is a friend of Sun Guangren, a famous screenwriter who discovered Chi Xiaochi.
The niece of Ling Nanguo's acquaintance wanted to make a drama, so she went around looking for Chi Xiaochi.
One is to repay Sun Lao's love, the second is that the location of the drama theater is set in his hometown, and the third is that there is a gap period, and Chi Xiaochi has undertaken this task.
When he came to the drama theater, Chi Xiaochi took off his sunglasses: "This theater is still so old and tattered."
Chi Xiaochi's mouth has caused him a lot of trouble. His assistant has long since been conditioned. Under a shock, he skillfully opened his mouth to help Chi Xiaochi to make up for it: "Old and strong, old and strong."
Needless to say, this is the oldest theater in the region, serving as both a drama theater and a movie theater. Chi Xiaochi's father even brought Chi's mother to watch movies when he was young.
As for firmness or not, Chi Xiaochi has the most say.
During the official performance, thanks to the aging decoration, Chi Xiaochi smashed a chandelier into the world.
Chi Xiaochi woke up from his dream.
In the dream just now, the time he was hit by the chandelier was extended indefinitely.
Lying down among the wreckage of the crystal chandelier, Chi Xiaochi felt like a box of soft drinks that had been smashed to pieces, and his blood jumped out.
Fortunately, it was a dream, and I felt no pain.
People in the theater probably didn't expect to see such a scene when they bought their tickets. They all stood up from their seats. Some people stepped on the stools and took out their mobile phones to shoot.
Chi Xiaochi was lying on the ground, thinking, you can take pictures as much as you like, I will be attached to the photos when I die, and I will climb out in the middle of the night to talk to you about life, if you don't scare you to death, you will count me as a loser.
He lay on the ground, twisting his neck, which he could no longer feel.
The layout design of the old theater is not a small problem. There are several load-bearing pillars that just block the sight of the audience behind the pillars. You have to tilt your neck to barely see the stage. Therefore, the price of the seats behind the pillars is much cheaper than other seats.
He saw a pair of ten-year-old siblings leaning on the pillar in the southeast corner, looking at him curiously.
Chi Xiaochi's eyes widened.
The scene in front of them was blurred and clear, and the faces of the two children watching the lively changed, turning into two and a half-year-old teenagers, poking their heads behind the pillar, looking at the sudden accident in confusion and uneasiness.
Chi Xiaochi moved his fingers and muttered silently: "... Brother Lou."
The girl still wanted to watch, but the parents behind him drank, and the boy blocked the girl's eyes from behind and took her away.
Chi Xiaochi's teeth clashed: "Brother Lou, don't go. Don't go."
He didn't know where the strength came from, and he struggled out half of his body from under the broken lamp, and then woke up.
After waking up, Chi Xiaochi took a slender cigarette in his mouth, didn't light it, and pursed his lips.
The system said, "It's half past three. You've only slept four hours."
Chi Xiaochi said, "Sleep and get up."
System: "..." It's over, I don't feel enough, I'm already crazy.
Chi Xiaochi suggested: "Order a movie to watch together."
The system said helplessly: "It's bedtime now."
Chi Xiaochi jumped off the bed: "When I wake up, it's dawn."
System: "..." Well, you say the dawn is the dawn.
Cheng Jian was very thoughtful about his brother.
This 200-square-meter apartment is well-equipped with all the facilities, and many thoughtful tips have been added.
For example, there is a sticky note on the wine cabinet: "You can bring your friends for a drink, you can drink the wine in the lower three bars, you can drink the wine in the middle two bars, and the wine in the upper two bars is my collection, you can drink it if you dare. Break your leg."
Chi Xiaochi smiled, tore off all the notes, folded them into a stack, opened his wallet, organized them one by one, and deposited them in it.
The system noticed his movements, and his heart moved slightly.
In the real world, "The Headland Murder" made Chi Xiaochi famous overnight, but within two months, Chi Xiaochi fell into a quagmire of scandals overnight.
—Chi Xiaochi's parents accused him of not supporting them in an interview.
When Chi Xiaochi became famous, the Internet was only prosperous. Everyone had just realized the benefits of anonymity on the Internet, but they did not yet have the awareness to distinguish the authenticity of various information.
Chi Xiaochi was scolded for being unfilial on various BBS and forums, and even became a frequent visitor to various entertainment paper media because of this incident, during which all kinds of verbal abuse and spit were poured out, which can be described as a bloody storm.
At that time, everyone thought that Chi Xiaochi was finished.
But ten months later, Chi Xiaochi's movie "72 Hours of Surprise" starring the male lead became the best-selling dark horse of the year.
Chi Xiaochi, who was laid down on the altar, rose rapidly, and the endorsement that had been cut off gradually returned to spring.
In an interview after "72 Hours" became popular, the host asked about the scandal some time ago.
Chi Xiaochi, who had previously refused to publicly mention the matter on any program, made an exception and said, "Since I started earning money, I have paid my parents every month. I still have a bank statement here."
The host was surprised: "then they..."
"My dad gambled." Chi Xiaochi said, "he gambled all the money I got from performing 'The Cape'. I helped him plug the hole, but he still gambled and asked me to play '72 Hours'. How much money can I get. I turned them down and said I would pay them monthly in the future, but they… don’t seem to be satisfied.”
Having said that, Chi Xiaochi paused at the right time to leave time for the host and the audience to ruminate and ruminate.
The host was just asking casually, and he never expected to get a reply from Chi Xiaochi, let alone the truth, "Then why don't you explain it?"
"I was filming during that time." Chi Xiaochi smiled, but his expression was indifferent and calm that should not have been at his age. "Besides, everyone seems to be very happy to see the negative news of celebrities. At that time, someone would listen to the explanation. Am I talking?"
It's no wonder that people who hate Chi Xiaochi hate him for being scheming.
Not everyone can endure 10 months of insults and abuse before they play this one-hit-kill Wang Zhan lightly.
Not everyone can do this, and dare to understate the old man who raised his parents upside down in front of the public. Don't talk about hardships, don't talk about benevolence, just tell the facts.
Even Chi Xiaochi's parents did not expect that their son could do such an amazing job.
If you don't move, you're done. If you move like thunder, if you move down, there is no room for change.
Overnight, public opinion completely reversed, and Likou Judgment turned in a different direction and attacked Chi Xiaochi's parents.
There was no one to guide 19-year-old Chi Xiaochi how to deal with this matter.
However, it took him ten months to successfully cut off the connection with his family. Since then, his parents have no face or courage to pester him.
But in this confrontation, many questions remain unresolved.
After a lapse of six years, Chi Xiaochi appeared on the same talk show again, and the host was still the host of that year.
She asked him, "July, have you ever thought about what happened to your parents back then, if there was no "72 Hours of Shocking Love", how would you go in the future of film and television? Would it be silent?"
July is the English name of Chi Xiaochi.
Chi Xiaochi, who was wearing a turtleneck sweater, leaned against the side of the soft sofa with one elbow, and smiled when he heard the words: "No. There is no "72 Hours", but "36 Hours" and "24 Hours"."
Under the precipitation of six years, Chi Xiaochi is like his high-grade sweater with a slightly old color. It is alienated, cold, and has a precious texture that is difficult to erase.
The hostess looked at him admiringly: "Is that so confident?"
Chi Xiaochi replied, "Because it's me, so there is."
Before Chi Xiaochi's two sleeping pills expired, 061 just made up his talk show here.
Through Chi Xiaochi's laughing, calm expression, 061 saw "Cheng Yuan" sitting in the porridge shop a few days ago, wrapped in a somewhat old down jacket, and quietly biting the side of the steamed bun.
At that time, his eyes were very gentle, mixed with a soft and helpless daze.
061 Thinking of that look in his eyes, he felt a little numb in his heart.
He clearly cares about family affection, but why did he go that far when running his own family
Of course Chi Xiaochi is not responsible for answering his questions.
He fiddled with the large projector in the living room, squeezed another glass of carrot juice, huddled on the sofa, and fiddled with the remote control while drinking.
He said: "It's been a long time since no one watched a movie with me."
Before 061 spoke, Chi Xiaochi said, "Oh, you are not human."
061: "..." is also correct.
Chi Xiaochi: "Also. What do you want to see?"
061: "Listen to you."
Chi Xiaochi smiled: "Oh, it's quite considerate. It's like pampering your girlfriend. You should be quite popular with your AI."
061: "It's okay."
061 There is nothing wrong with this. He has a gentle personality and is always regarded as an emotional trash can by other AIs, which is indeed quite popular.
He quickly added: "But the general system does not set an intimacy model for the AI. There is only pure friendship between our AIs."
Chi Xiaochi tapped the buttons of the remote control to choose a movie: "I really have no pursuit. There are no conditions to create conditions. Don't you have 0s and 1s?"
061: "…"
He reacted, and then he felt that his ears and heart were sullied.
Chi Xiaochi chose a horror movie and dimmed the living room light.
At the beginning, the system reminded him: "Turn down the sound effect, it is still sleep time, and don't disturb the neighbors."
"The sound insulation here is very good." Chi Xiaochi didn't care, "unless I move a site and drill for diamond oil here, no one will complain."
He was full of words, but as soon as the horror music in the title sounded, Chi Xiaochi immediately lowered the volume from 40 to 20.
After watching for two minutes, Chi Xiaochi's teeth began to fight.
061: "...Are you afraid?"
Chi Xiaochi: "Nonsense."
061: "...Afraid you'll watch it?"
Chi Xiaochi covered his eyes with a cup: "I'll watch it when someone accompanies me."
The system sighed, unable to understand this kind of psychology that the more afraid and the more he looked at it.
But he still made fine adjustments to the constant temperature system in Chi Xiaochi's body to adjust the amount of cold sweat so that he would not feel uncomfortable.
For the next hour and a half, the system became Chi Xiaochi's real-time announcer.
"The ghost didn't come out, don't worry, open your eyes... I won't lie to you."
"At this rhythm, the heroine will be fine when she turns back, and when she turns around again, the ghost will come out, and her eyes will be closed."
Just like that, with his eyes open and closed, Chi Xiaochi fell asleep on the sofa.
The system whispered: "Wake up, go back to bed, sleep on the sofa is easy to catch a cold."
Chi Xiaochi snorted lowly, turned over, and curled up with the thin blanket.
061: "… ugh."
After a while, a dark shadow appeared in front of the sofa.
The tall young man in white clothes and black trousers leaned down and took Chi Xiaochi and the blanket into his arms.
Chi Xiaochi froze suddenly, and quickly opened his eyes.
061 was a little embarrassed, but Chi Xiaochi closed his eyes again after staring at him for a while.
Chi Xiaochi thought, dreaming again, this time it was a good dream.
Brother Lou can't be asked to find out that he has found him, or he will leave again.
061 waited for a while and found that Chi Xiaochi seemed to have fallen asleep again, and then slowly carried him into the bedroom.
On Chi Xiaochi's side, he had a good life, but on Yang Baihua's side, he was very upset.
Returning home exhausted, but there was no hot soup or rice, only a cold pot and a cold stove, Yang Baihua felt increasingly unhappy.
Did he move directly to that small house? Just so impatient? Don't even have time to talk to yourself
Yang Baihua was very tired. He felt that his enthusiasm for Cheng Yuan had gradually diminished recently, and he was not even interested in the matter of the bed. He was often so sleepy that his whole body felt weak while washing up. How could he still have time to be with him
He was so busy with his work, but young master Cheng Yuan never learned to be considerate.
Yang Baihua did not look for Cheng Yuan.
According to his experience, Cheng Yuan is often the one who is the most restless. Anyway, he will call him soon to make peace with him.
However, his parents had been here for three or four days, and he hadn't waited for Cheng Yuan's explanation.
When he took his parents out for dinner, he spoke very little, rubbing the leather cover of the steering wheel with his fingers.
Mom and Dad Yang sat in the back seat, and in the co-pilot sat his cousin Yang Xiaoyan.
After sitting for a few days, the second old man is not new to this car. Yang's mother is studying the film on the window: "Boy, you can't see the inside from the outside after you put this thing on."
Yang Baihua regained his senses, nodded and smiled, "Yes."
Yang Xiaoyan is wearing red nail polish, her makeup and clothes are very fashionable.
Her cell phone was out of battery, so she borrowed Yang Baihua's cell phone to play, and pouted silently when she heard the words.
… the turtle.
She swiped Weibo for a while, replied to a few fans' messages, and clicked in and out of Yang Baihua's various mobile apps.
Out of the heart of gossip, she secretly opened the chat records of Yang Baihua and Cheng Yuan, turned a few pages, but saw three songs sent by Cheng Yuan a few days ago, marked with demo1, 2, and 3 respectively.
Yang Xiaoyan also occasionally writes some ditty tunes. Of course, she is very interested in the works of her brother Xiaocheng. Just click to play with your fingertips.
When the music echoed in the car without warning, Yang Baihua's scalp almost exploded.
He wanted to take off the phone, but he was driving, and he was afraid that the action would be too big to cause his parents to suspect, so he had to act in a hurry, and the cold sweat on his palms kept pouring out.
On the other side, Yang Xiaoyan was overjoyed.
She could tell that this wasn't the finished demo, it was just taking shape, but the melody was quite creative and skillful, humming along with the soft voice, which was very touching.
Yang Baihua said with a cold face, "Don't play music indiscriminately, it will cost you traffic."
Yang Xiaoyan rolled her eyes and came up with an idea: "Is this written by Brother Xiao Cheng?"
Yang Baihua's expression changed, and he winked at Yang Xiaoyan.
Yang Xiaoyan looked at him with bright eyes, pretending not to understand.
Yang Baihua cursed secretly.
This question really caught the attention of the Yang family's parents.
Dad Yang asked, "Xiao Cheng? Your brother's friend?"
Yang Xiaoyan answered first: "Yeah, didn't my brother tell you? It's my brother's good friend who is involved in music."
Yang Baihua's palms were sweating so badly that he felt a little slippery when he held the steering wheel.
When she heard the word "good friend", Yang's mother still had some expectations, but when she heard "music", Yang's drooping mouth twitched down and made a disdainful expression, which was in line with Yang Xiaoyan's expression just now. There are similarities.
"Boy, listen to what Mom said, don't mix with this kind of person who doesn't have a serious job, you are different from these people, you are a college student who took the university entrance exam hard, step by step, the best of the heavens, this kind of art study Yes, many of them are small gangsters, who have nowhere to go to learn art, and are not promising."
Yang Baihua didn't speak, but Yang Xiaoyan robbed Bai again: "Brother Xiaocheng's family is rich, what does it have to do with people's love for learning?" She turned her head and acted like a spoiled child to Yang Baihua, "Brother, isn't it?"
Yang Ma was embarrassed and looked at Yang Baihua.
Yang Baihua followed the damn words: "Just write, write, sing and sing, it's not very promising."
Mother Yang regained some face, "ho", and turned to Xiaoyan: "Did you hear, rich people do these things."
Xiaoyan pretended not to hear, and fiddled with Yang Baihua's cell phone, the more she listened, the more moved her heart became.
She tentatively asked Yang Baihua, "This is what Brother Xiao Cheng wrote casually? Like before, you didn't plan to sell it?"
Yang Baihua was eager to end the topic, honked his horn hard, and answered in a deep voice, "His family has money, so it's not uncommon for him to earn a little income from selling songs. Besides, he's not happy that music and money have anything to do with it."
Now Yang Xiaoyan is relieved.
She quietly picked out two of the three demos, forwarded them to her WeChat, and moved her finger to delete the forwarding record on Yang Baihua's mobile phone quickly and silently.