Keeping A Loyal Dog Is Not As Good As A Loyal Dragon

Chapter 69

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The period before and after the premiere of a new drama is the easiest time to attract trolls. "Emperor Record" is a CCTV historical drama. The one who won't let go is Li Zhiqing himself.

But he is different from the ordinary popular niche. He was praised by netizens for his acting skills when he played a part-timer in "The Story of the World". In addition, Li Zhiqing is still a news figure that the older generation likes. Character design, the impression he left on the public is positive. It is not flattering to say that he has overreached himself in historical dramas, and he can only find fault with his words and deeds in the premiere.

It is a small wind and a small wave for the navy to invite other brainless fans to come over. The media private interview time at the end of the premiere is the real swordsman. The problem has always been more tricky than the other.

Feng Liangqiu was afraid that Li Zhiqing was inexperienced, and he was dizzy after being questioned back and forth by the entertainment media. He accidentally fell into the pit, quickly finished his side and started looking for Li Zhiqing.

There were a lot of people in the auditorium, he originally stood at the back, and couldn't pick out Li Zhiqing from the crowd for a while, but after scanning around, he quickly spotted You Chuan.

He was not the only tall person at the scene, but the other party sent out a signal of "stay away from strangers" from head to toe, and no one stopped within at least two meters around him, which was really eye-catching.

The place You Chuan would like to stay must be not far from Li Zhiqing.

Feng Liangqiu tilted his head and "hissed", and struggled for a few seconds before reluctantly moving his feet and walking over.

When the distance shortened, Feng Liangqiu found out that You Chuan was talking to someone on his mobile phone.

In his eyes, You Chuan has always been a very "protector" bodyguard and assistant, sometimes even a little scary, Feng Liangqiu always thinks that the other party is the type who doesn't care about anyone except Li Zhiqing. Willing to get in touch with others, he couldn't help secretly exclaiming, almost thinking that his eyes were broken.

Since there was no one around You Chuan, Feng Liangqiu vaguely heard the other party say "All, right now".

You Chuan's expression and tone of voice are usually cold enough, but now his voice is more like being wrapped in ice slag, Feng Liangqiu's ears are only caught by a piece of tail, and he is uncomfortably frozen.

Just as he heard his feet stop, You Chuan suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, smiling at the stills screen on the left side of the auditorium, with extreme temperature differences in his eyes and voice.

Feng Liangqiu immediately understood, and without hesitation turned to the other half of the field separated by the screen, and as expected, he saw Li Zhiqing blocked in front of the flower basket, in an unbiased position, which happened to be where You Chuan could directly see.

If there is a hot spot in this premiere, it must be Li Zhiqing, not to mention that this is his first official interview, the Q&A interaction is still unscripted, there is no taboo, Feng Liang Qiuguang looks at those reporters From the back of his head, he could imagine the light in their eyes.

He didn't intend to get involved immediately, but just stood closer and listened to what questions they had asked, in case Li Zhiqing half-stepped into the trap, Feng Liangqiu could stretch out his hand to help him out.

"Your Weibo has always been very lively, especially after posting two consecutive photos with your assistant yesterday, the response from fans is more enthusiastic than ever. In addition to praise, it seems that there is also a dispute because of the comments of CP fans. .You and your assistant must have seen similar information a long time ago. May I ask what thoughts you have had in the past? Is there anything you can’t understand? Will you feel embarrassed by this?" One of the reporters uttered a long paragraph to Barabara, who was racing against time, and the speed between words was as fast as a cannonball fired.

Feng Liangqiu raised his eyebrows beside him, and he could still ask such questions that could easily anger fans after asking.

As soon as this question comes up, the premise is fixed, and there are several obscure points hidden between the lines, such as whether to understand or accept same-sex feelings, and whether the many imaginations of CP fans have caused trouble to the artist's life.

Even if Li Zhiqing answered reasonably and rationally, if he didn't reach an agreement with the corresponding author when he wrote the news later, he might be surreptitiously changed the concept and bring out some bad hints.

It is easy for CP fans to appear in other circles, such as Huachu and Duanzishou. They have their own fans, and their influence is much greater than ordinary small fans. Not only do they publish more works in "food production", but also in Performing high-quality creations during the promotion period of artists, and earning a lot of favorability among passers-by, can be said to be the main force in the support team.

If something so easily misunderstood is released and the powerful faction among the fans is forced away, it would be a careless loss.

Feng Liangqiu was thinking about reminding Li Zhiqing to contact the reporters more after the incident, when he heard the other party smile and say "Wow": "My God, you are so good, you speak so fast, and your Mandarin is so standard."

When he spoke, his face was sincere, and his eyes were focused on the other person, his appearance made everyone around him amused.

The reporter who asked the question was seriously waiting for his answer, but the answer didn't come. Suddenly, a compliment fell into her hand, and she smiled embarrassedly. Under Li Zhiqing's gaze, she was inexplicably guilty of her aggressive attitude just now.

"The current social environment is relatively open, and my thoughts are naturally highly consistent with the majority of the general public, including you. As for whether it will feel awkward or awkward," Li Zhiqing raised his eyelids, and his gaze briefly passed the reporter, not far away Looking back at You Chuan, his eyes were even more bent, "Since we are already together in private, how can our relationship be easily affected?"

He said the phrase "together" quickly and bluntly, and the interviewers couldn't help being stunned when they heard this.

When Feng Liangqiu heard this clearly, he didn't think about it in other directions. The first thing he thought of was what Li Zhiqing said to him last night.

The media turned their heads when they heard the voice, only to find that Feng Liangqiu was laughing happily beside the flower basket on the other side, apparently amused by Li Zhiqing's so-called "together".

When Li Zhiqing expressed his thoughts, he pulled the reporters present into his camp, and later he directly picked out the original words in the question, which was equivalent to using his strength to make a joke, and even made a joke without changing his expression and tone. Come out, it really doesn't look like a guilty conscience, so they don't think it is necessary to over-interpret it.

This is sometimes the case in the entertainment industry. Celebrities and reporters play word games badly. The more calm and magnanimous you are at the beginning, the less they dare to make up random things easily. Fry the flowers out of the sand.

Several media simply surrounded Feng Liangqiu, and the next question was related to both of them, and because they had communicated with Feng Liangqiu's studio beforehand, they didn't bring up too specific topics.

Li Zhiqing is not stage-frightened, his thoughts are always clear, and he speaks frankly and honestly, which makes people have no confidence to refute doubts. Feng Liangqiu is a cunning old man who knows all kinds of tricks, and it's not easy to dig out things he doesn't want to talk about. When these two get together, they cooperate tacitly like playing a black and white game, doubling their fighting power.

I have to say that these media are really powerful. Occasionally, several of them will alternately ask the same question in another way and from another angle, just to see if Li Zhiqing will contradict himself and show his flaws.

Li Zhiqing's body was roasted by the lights from all directions on the stage, and his nerves were not exhausted by the quick questions and answers without gaps, but his eyes hurt from the continuous flash of the camera.

In the middle of the premiere, the cast and crew went to the backstage to change into their daily casual clothes and makeup. Even after the event, there was no need to remove the makeup again. The makeup artist and the crew had already tidied things up. After spending time on the body, I could only endure it and go back to the hotel room, dig out the cosmetic bag and prepare to solve it by myself.

It's funny to say, Li Zhiqing's makeup bag is very shriveled, only a few small things for removing makeup.

"No wonder Feng Liangqiu used eye drops when he went to the rest room at the end..." Li Zhiqing applied the cotton pad that had absorbed the makeup remover to his eyes, and sighed, "I was careless."

After You Chuan came in, he didn't follow him directly, but went to the small kitchen equipped with the suite to stay for a while, then poured a glass of water as he came out, and put the rim of the glass in front of Li Zhiqing's mouth.

Since You Chuan can let him drink it directly, there must be no possibility of scalding his mouth.

Li Zhiqing didn't lower his head to drink immediately, but looked at him with his uncovered eyes, and said with a smile: "Do you think that the winter in the north is too dry, and you are afraid that I will get angry and get a nosebleed?"

Last night, he was asked to drink tea for clearing heat and dispelling fire. He just came back now, and another pot was brewed in a blink of an eye.

"No," You Chuan motioned him to drink quickly, and replied, "You talked too much this morning."

Before Li Zhiqing could speak any more, he took a sip of the tea. The tea was lightly sweet and tasted very familiar. It was the throat-soothing tea he had drunk before.

When Li Zhiqing was filming "Emperor Records", there were often several emotionally intense scenes piled up together. The on-site radio had strict requirements on his line skills, and the words were often turned up. The air after autumn is not as humid as summer, and Li Zhiqing's voice is inevitably a bit dry after work. Dumb, no less pouring water into the throat.

Li Zhiqing knew You Chuan's thoughts as soon as he tasted what kind of tea it was, and his heart was warm and soft: "Today is different from filming, how can I be so delicate."

You Chuan didn't care how squeamish Li Zhiqing was, he had to let the other party drink the tea slowly, then he sat on the other side of the sofa, raised his hand to press Li Zhiqing's shoulder, let him rest on his lap , took the cotton pad, wiped it around the eye contour a few times, and took out a cotton swab to clean up the remaining eyeliner and mascara.

"The old man is very skilled in business." Li Zhiqing teased him casually.

You Chuan flexed his knuckles and tapped him lightly on the forehead, without saying anything.

Li Zhiqing was laughed at by him, and stretched out his hand to You Chuan's face, touched his eyes, and pressed the corner of his curved mouth: "You still hit people when you laugh."

As soon as the words were finished, Li Zhiqing felt that the braided rope on his wrist was moved. He touched it with his hand and found that the scales that had fallen on it had disappeared.

"Everyone has been beaten by you, and their things will be confiscated?" Li Zhiqing narrowed his eyes.

You Chuan threw the cotton pad and face into the wastebasket, and leaned over to kiss the corner of his eyes.

Li Zhiqing stretched out his hand to block it.

You Chuan smiled, put his lips against his palm, and pressed his hand directly to Li Zhiqing's face.

He glanced at the night scene outside the window from the corner of his eye, the scales between his fingers were pinched and deformed, but his voice was low and peaceful: "I'll give it to you next time."