Wen Ai threw out a word, as if sinking into the dead sea, without causing any waves, all the female fans looked at each other, staring blankly for a long time, and finally changed the topic to talk about something else.
Wen Ai walked to the side alone, looked at Lan Ting on the phone screen, it's all right, today they ignore us, tomorrow they will be overwhelmed!
Two hours passed, the fans left one after another no matter whether they found anyone or not, leaving Wen Ai alone to stick to his post. When he was tired from standing, he sat on the ground, hugged his knees and played with his mobile phone, looking up at the main entrance from time to time.
"Little brother." A man dressed like a dog came over to talk, "Why are you here alone?"
Wen Ai raised his head inexplicably, the person in front of him was smiling, but it was a little fake, making people feel that there was calculation hidden in the smile. Wen Ai stood up vigilantly, took a few steps to the side, and distanced himself from him.
"The awareness of prevention is quite high." The man teased and introduced himself, "I am Wang Zhen, the manager of Kaixing Entertainment. Seeing that you have a good foundation, I would like to ask if you are interested in taking the road of acting."
Wen Ai didn't want to be with Lan Ting, so he waved his hands and said, "No."
"Don't refuse so simply, think about it more." Wang Zhen looked at Wen Ai with satisfaction, his eyes were the same as evaluating the grade of a gem, "You are in good shape, you have taken a few acting classes to make a career, and it will be fine to rely on your appearance in the future. "
Wen Ai still shook his head: "I'm really not interested."
Wang Zhen saw that he kept looking at the company's gate while he was talking, and he understood: "Come to be an idol? Who do you like? After joining the company, you will be a junior brother. Not only can you meet, but you can also become good friends with the idol."
It is estimated that Wen Ai's face is indeed very potential, Wang Zhen seemed very persistent, pestering him for a long time, no matter how much he refused, it didn't work, in the end, seeing that Wen Ai was about to be annoyed by him, he finally shut up with mercy , took out a business card and handed it over.
The house that Lan Ting rented was very close to the company. It only took ten minutes to walk, but the environment was not very good. It was an old house without an elevator, and the corridors were full of garbage, including cigarette butts, phlegm, and dead cockroaches. The quality of the residents is also low. They quarrel at night by throwing tables and copying benches, and dragging the thrown tables, chairs and benches back to their original places early in the morning, making sharp and piercing noises on the ground.
It was just dawn, and Lan Ting was woken up by the movement on the ceiling again. He took out his mobile phone from under the pillow. There was a missed call from his manager. He probably didn't answer, so he sent a text message asking him to go to the office this morning. company.
Lan Ting threw the phone away and wiped his face with his hands. He was really tired yesterday, so he rushed back with his luggage alone after wrapping up, ate something and fell asleep on the bed. He worked hard, but it was still a bad drama, so bad that he didn't even remember his name, and the crew probably didn't remember him either, after all, he was just a small supporting role who served as background boards more than a few times.
Lan Ting got up and tidied up, put on the earphones and went for a morning run in the neighborhood next door. After running, he returned to his old house drenched in sweat. He had to watch his feet along the way, so as not to accidentally step on the raised pavement bricks and get splashed. The trousers are dirty.
After taking a shower, Lan Ting put the fried rice that he hadn't eaten last night into the microwave oven. When he came back yesterday, he packed it at the night stall downstairs. He said it was fried rice with shredded pork and green pepper, but it was served from the pitifully small amount of food. Look, rounding up is a fried rice with waste oil.
The overnight rice was roasted in the microwave, and the grains of rice were so dry that they hardened, and Lan Ting ate them all.
On the way to the company, his mother called. Zhang Shuxing was honest, not very good at talking, she kept repeating the few words, wear more, eat enough, don't be too tired, Lan Ting responded to everything one by one.
Zhang Shuxing warned: "It's not easy for you outside, so don't send some money home, and save it for yourself."
Lan Ting's tone was relaxed: "Don't worry, I've been doing well for a while, and I just finished filming a movie yesterday."
"That's good..." Zhang Shuxing probably knew his situation, she hesitated for a while and persuaded, "Take care of yourself, if you are too tired, come back, no—"
"Mom!" Lan Ting immediately interrupted her, "I'm really fine."
He took a deep breath and clenched his fists: "I just need a little time."
Zhang Shuxing mentioned this topic more than once, and every time it made the atmosphere tense.
"Okay, mom, let me talk to my brother!" Lan Yu cleverly grabbed the phone, and her cheerful tone eased the atmosphere, "Hello? Ooh, Anilase~"
Lan Ting smiled: "Watch less Korean dramas and read more."
Lan Yu: "A combination of work and rest!"
Lan Ting: "I'm already in my third year of high school, so keep your mind on it and don't go too far away."
The siblings exchanged a few words, and Lan Yu waited until Zhang Shuxing was gone before whispering: "Brother, don't take what Mom said just now, she is afraid of you suffering, but she still supports you very much."
She encouraged her loudly: "Of course, I also support you! A good man has ambitions everywhere, so don't worry! Mom and I are the women behind you!"
The corners of Lan Ting's mouth turned up, and he walked like a wind: "I'll accept your barrel of oil."
"By the way, brother, are you in a relationship?" Lan Yu said, "Hurry up and get married before you become an actor."
Lan Ting laughed: "Does getting married have anything to do with becoming a movie star?"
"Yes! Start a family first and then start a career." Lan Yu said nonsense in a serious manner, "Many movie stars and queens are married in secret. Maybe you get the certificate today, and the Oscar will hit you on the head tomorrow."
"Nonsense." Lan Ting said, "With your logic, how did you get 140 in math?"
"I really don't have a date?" Lan Yu said, "Is there anyone you like? You meet so many people every day, inside and outside the circle, there are many beauties, right? Or you can also be a beautiful boy."
Lan Ting was so busy trying to figure it out that he didn't have time to think about it: "No."
Lan Yu let out an "oh" and said optimistically, "If you don't have it, then you don't have it, maybe it will be love at first sight in the next second."
"It's still love at first sight, so I told you to stop watching Korean dramas." Lan Ting smiled, "I'm at the company, so I'll hang up first."
About ten meters away from the company's gate, Lan Ting saw his agent handing a business card to a teenage child. He stopped to look carefully. The child was looking at him from the side and couldn't see his face, but his face The outline is very delicate, the skin is as translucent as thin porcelain, very tender and fragile, and it feels that even the hardest strands of hair can draw lines on his face.
Reluctantly, Wen Ai accepted the business card that Wang Zhen forced for him, and just as he put it in his pocket, he caught a glimpse of a tall figure from the corner of his eye, and turned his head to see, he really waited for it!
Wen Ai jumped up like a kangaroo, and then rushed over.
Lan Ting only felt a gust of whirlwind swept across his face, and there was someone more in front of him. It was the child just now, beautiful and very aura. He was looking at him wetly with his slapped face up and his big eyes wide open.
Lan Ting's breathing was stagnant, and his heart also missed a beat.
Wen Ai blinked at Lan Ting, with a cute smile on her lips.
Lan Ting showed his excellent acting skills, and said calmly, "What's the matter?"
With bright eyes, Wen Ai asked expectantly, "Did you fall in love with me at first sight?"
Lan Ting's heartbeat stalled a bit: "You said... what?"
Wen Ai stood on tiptoe and approached him so that he could see himself more clearly: "Now, are you in love?"
Through my eyes, do you see a familiar soul
Lan Ting felt that he was the one who watched too many Korean dramas, otherwise he would have been following a demon, and almost blurted out the word "yes".
"Huh?" Wang Zhen, who was left behind, came over at this time, "Lan Ting, do you know each other?"
"Brother Wang." Lan Ting greeted him, then glanced at Wen Ai, shook his head, "I don't know you."
"Fan?" Wang Zhen asked Wen Ai, "Is that why you came to squat him?"
Wen Ai ignored him, and tugged at Lan Ting's arm: "You haven't answered me yet!"
Lan Ting couldn't help laughing: "How old are you?"
Wen Aili said confidently: "I'm sixteen!"
Wang Zhen interjected next to him: "A sophomore in high school? Looks like a junior high school student."
Lan Ting patted his head: "One child, go back and study hard."
Wang Zhen interjected again: "You can also make your debut if you want to."
"Look carefully." Wen Ai pointed at himself, and said unwillingly, "I really don't feel it?"
Lan Ting looked at his serious appearance, and his heart throbbed again: "You..."
Wen Ai's eyes lit up "swish", but Lan Ting continued: "Do you want to sign?"
Wen Ai's temper couldn't be contained immediately, and he exploded all of a sudden: "Who wants your autograph! I want you, just wait for me!"
Putting down this extremely domineering line, Wen Ai left angrily.
Wen Ai sneaked out early in the morning, but it drove the butler and the servants crazy. When he came home angrily, the butler almost knelt down for him. Don't sneak away again. If we do this again, we will Heart attack!
Wen Ai returned to the room, and as soon as the door was closed, she threw herself on the bed and began to roll: "One bucket! He has changed! He has changed!"
The system gloated and said, "Well, he's no longer the male protagonist who fell in love with you madly the first time he saw you, you two are blown away."
Wen Ai sat up from the bed and snorted: "If you don't eat the soft ones, I'm going to eat the hard ones."
Wen Ai took out the business card Wang Zhen gave him from his pocket, looked at it a few times, tore it up, and called his uncle Xiang Shu directly.
Lan Ting has always been distracted these days, and accidentally remembered the child he met that day. He was as tender as a piece of tofu, and he was very confident. When he spoke, his little mouth was pursed.
Lan Ting shook his head and refocused on the script in front of him. This was the first film he received, and it was also the best resource he had received so far. Whatever the reason for the company's sudden turnaround, he must seize the opportunity.
Seeing that at four o'clock in the afternoon, Lan Ting and Wang Zhen went to the hotel to meet the director. Until the moment before opening the door, Lan Ting thought he was really here to discuss details with the director, but as soon as he entered, Wang Zhen opened the door After it was locked, he realized something was wrong, and tried to force the door, but to no avail.
At this time, Wang Zhen sent him a text message: [Don't make the donor angry, you can't get the opportunity no matter how many people ask for it.]
"Fuck!" Lan Ting slammed his phone to the ground, he is an entertainer, not a duck, he's a fucking performer, not his body!
The entire suite was filled with an ambiguous aroma. Lan Ting removed the floor lamp in the living room, picked up the removed iron rod, slowly approached the bedroom, and used the iron rod to push open the lightly concealed door.
When he saw clearly who was sitting on the bed, the anger and irritability that was still rolling and raucous in Lan Ting's chest was like a balloon being punctured in an instant, and it blew away completely. He even wanted to laugh now .
Wen Ai straightened her back, raised her chin towards Lan Ting, and announced arrogantly: "From now on, I will be your benefactor, and you will be taken care of by me."