The shock of the plane landing could not compare with the trembling in Rong Yuheng's heart.
He stared dully at the approaching horizon outside the window in the "humming" tinnitus.
Wen Zezhen was still beside him peeling sweet oranges for him, peeled one after another, piled them into a hill, and placed them in front of him like a tribute.
Rong Yuheng turned his head, lightly placed his hand on the former's arm, and said softly, "It's alright."
Wen Zezhen retracted his hand regretfully, "Is that enough?"
Rong Yuheng looked at him sincerely, "Enough."
Really very enough.
…
After getting off the plane, Qu Youhe and Shi Qiu went to pick up their luggage, while Rong Yuheng hid behind Wen Zezheng and flicked Weibo. Wen Zezhen straightened his back and hid people tightly.
When Xunguang walked around in front of Wen Zezhen, he was almost frightened by Rong Yuheng, who was huddled with cats behind him!
She calmed down for two seconds, then asked softly, "The eagle catches the chicken?"
Rong Yuheng didn't lift his head, and reminded kindly, "I advise you to check your Weibo too."
Xunguang, "...?"
At this time, Weibo has indeed fallen into a violent shock.
At about 10:30 in the morning, the netizens who eat melons were still lively watching the second generation of rich second-generation stars standing in line to post their blogs. Yu Rai's fans caught Xunguang in the bloody storm and bombarded them indiscriminately. Enthusiastic netizens are busy saving screenshots and waiting for Xunguang to fight back after getting off the plane...
Everyone lives a busy and fulfilling online life at their post.
Until exactly eleven o'clock, a Weibo update drew a stop for the melee.
@中yun344 v: Respect the author and the original work.
boom! Like a thunderous explosion on the ground, the fans of the literary and art circles and the melon-eating people collectively stopped the scolding, and they were shocked and dared not move.
Who is Wen Zhongyun? The generation of opera masters who brought opera from a low point to a peak more than ten years ago, both in terms of academic attainments and industry influence, are extraordinary.
At that time, the literary and art circles respected him as "teacher", and even if he retired now, there would still be countless disciples shining brightly in the industry. Even big names like Qiao Tan and Song Tang have to call out "Senior" when they see Wen Zhongyun.
Wen Zhongyun's Weibo didn't name names, but it's time to post it at this time.
For a time, public accounts, marketing accounts, and private accounts wrote blogs to post speculations:
"The opera master Wen Zhongyun posted a blog, suspected of commenting on the change of "Suyi" to the drama?"
"Senior Wen said: Respect the author, respect the original!"
"As we all know, Mr. Wen is the father of the actor Wen Zezhen. He spoke for "Su Yi" at this time. Did he know something?"
…
In the airport, Shi Qiu had already retrieved her luggage. She looked around for a week without seeing Rong Yuheng, so she called out, "Yuheng?"
Rong Yuheng, who was behind Wen Zezheng, couldn't help shaking his body!
He closed Weibo, floated out from behind Wen Zezheng, gave the former a sidelong glance, "Uncle's influence is really extraordinary."
Wen Zezhen pursed his lips happily, quite modestly, "Miao Zan."
Rong Yuheng, "..."
Shi Qiu took Rong Yuheng away, and the group headed towards the exit. By the time they arrived at the hotel where they were staying, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.
Qian Xinlei gave the crew two hours to eat and rest, and set the shooting time at three in the afternoon.
Rong Yuheng finally seized the opportunity to meet up with his owner Wen.
The two were nestled in Wen Zezhen's room, and Qu Youhe ordered a few takeaway stir-fries. Rong Yuheng was being fed by Wen Zezhen while scrolling through Weibo, as if he had no hands or feet.
"Hey, what do the numbers after Uncle's Weibo name mean?"
Wen Zezhen answered every question, "Nine-key input method, the number corresponding to 'goose hehe'."
"..." Rong Yuheng's small mouth opened and closed, and finally chose to change the subject, "It's still uncle who is awesome, and Yu Rai's fans are all closed at the moment."
Wen Zezhen fed his own hamster in a mix of meat and vegetarian food, trying to claim credit, "Why don't you praise me?"
"The owner is also awesome." Rong Yuheng asked after boasting, "How did you steal your account?"
Wen Zezhen, "It's right after two tries. His account password is my mother's birthday."
Rong Yuheng lowered her head and grabbed her hands when she heard the words, "Uncle loves Auntie so much..."
Wen Zezhen took the opportunity to touch his head and said affectionately, "The men in our Wen family are very dedicated."
"Father!" Rong Yuheng burst into tears, "You... seem to have oil on your hands."
"… "
This atmosphere-destroying conversation was hurriedly passed, and Rong Yuheng opened a new topic again, "You set a schedule to send it, right? You set it up last night?"
Wen Zezhen gave an "um" and asked him, "Do you think Qu Youhe and Shi Qiu would guess that we were making trouble?"
Rong Yuheng rarely choked... His owner Wen really used idioms better and better, "If there is no big white goose's number, it should be impossible to guess."
Wen Zezhen's eyes were instantly filled with sadness, "What should I do then?"
Rong Yuheng smiled, "Don't be afraid, we have nothing to lose..."
Wen Zezhen thought for two seconds, "That's true."
The main pet group of one poor and two white was paralyzed on the sofa for a while, and as expected, Shi Qiu and Qu Youhe came to the door. The latter two were about to slap their faces with their mobile phones.
"Be honest, are these your handwritings!"
Wen Zezhen and Rong Yuheng huddled together helplessly, their two simple faces showing a confused look at the same time,
"What's wrong? Has our crew made a hot search again?"
Shi Qiu & Qu Youhe, "..."
Forget it, a movie star and a playwright, what else can they believe
Shi Qiu squinted and pointed to the pile of official blogs and Fu second-generation certifications and asked Rong Yuheng, "You really don't know these people?"
Rong Yuheng's eyes flashed with just the right amount of surprise and admiration, "Xunguang's popularity is too good!"
Qu Youhe frowned and turned to Wen Zhongyun's Weibo, "Brother Chen, do you want to explain this?"
Wen Zezhen showed seven points of surprise and three points of hesitation at the right time, "My father is actually a fan of Teacher Xunguang!"
Shi Qiu & Qu Youhe, "..." numb.
They can only comfort themselves, one male and two males have such acting skills, and the explosion of "Su Yi" is just around the corner.
The topic on the Internet about the script change of "Suyi Kexing" was naturally hidden from Qian Xinlei, who was about to laugh at Xunguang's operation.
"Do something for me, eh?"
Xunguang bathed in Qian Xinlei's spittle stars, and bowed his head without changing his face to the passionate battle with the fans of the radius—
@yingradiomyxin: A small author, who dares to touch porcelain after writing a few broken books? Didn't you see that my brother Rui didn't kill you at all! How about it, isn't it cool to have a hot face and a cold butt? @絵光v
@嵵光v Reply: Your height is 185, your brother is pretty good at pouting
@于Radio's little cutie: Books are rotten and dramas are rotten as well as people. Even if I eat horse dung, I won't watch rubbish dramas like yours! [Vomit]
@絵光v Reply: I dare not match your heavy taste
Qian Xinlei babbled for a while, seeing that Xunguang not only showed no remorse, but even exuded a high fighting spirit! Can't help but stop talking,
"...what are you doing, did you listen to me?"
Xunguang tapped the screen fiercely, and gave out a trace of alms to the former, "Don't make trouble, Qiandao-chan~ I'm digging a graveyard for our sunspot."
Qian Xinlei, "..."
Probably due to the influence of public opinion, and Yu Rai's previous pulling and stepping operation offended most of the crew, Qian Xinlei quickly rejected Yu Rai's request to join the group.
At this point, "Choose a city once in a while" has finally survived, and Xunguang has also been able to salt fish.
After the brief turmoil, the filming of "Su Yi" continued in an orderly manner.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the winter solstice is approaching.
There was no Christmas in the crew, and Wen Zezhen was a little regretful.
After he and Rong Yuheng "officially dated", he always wanted to spend a lively festival together.
For example, on a snowy winter night, the two wore lovers' clothes to go shopping in a dazzling array of shops, surrounded by warm orange lights and surging crowds. Then he can put Rong Yuheng's hand in his pocket, and then wrap around the same scarf, talk about topics they like like an ordinary couple, and buy something memorable.
Love doesn't have to be vigorous, Wen Zezhen only wants the two of them to hold hands in an open and fair way one day, and the water will flow forever.
Fortunately, Qian Xinlei still has a conscience. Although Christmas did not give the crew a holiday, it was held for three days around New Year's Day, allowing the crew members to go home and celebrate the New Year with their families.
On the eve of the holiday, the crew members packed their bags and prepared to go home.
Rong Yuheng also plans to go back to see his scallop father and pearl brother. Wen Zezhen hung behind him like a big tail, "Are you going to stay at home for three days?"
Rong Yuheng tucked his clothes into his purse, "It should be, I wanted to meet my teammates, but they have to go home."
Wen Zezhen let out a muffled "Oh".
Rong Yuheng finished stuffing his clothes and turned to look at him again. After a while, Rong Yuheng suddenly laughed, and rubbed his head over to rub his owner's head, "Master, do you want me to go to your house?"
Rong Yuheng held Wen Zezhen's face in his hand, and the latter only felt a burn on his face. His throat moved, "Yeah."
After Wen Zezhen finished speaking, he added, "The big white goose also wants to invite you to dinner."
"Eh, why?"
"The incident on Weibo last time," Wen Zezhen said here, grabbing Rong Yuheng's messy little hand from his face, "Big White Goose called me the next day and said that he had been hacked."
Rong Yuheng, "..."
Wen Zezhen, "He asked me if I could help him get his number back."
Rong Yuheng was meaningful, "He really found an expert."
Wen Zezhen was ashamed for half a second, but was overwhelmed by his eagerness to ask for credit and reward, "I returned the number to him later, but I said I didn't understand, and you helped to find it. The big white goose said to be good. Thank you."
Rong Yuheng trembled slightly, "I feel ashamed..."
Wen Zezhen hurriedly reassured him, "I controlled this, I can't blame you, you didn't do anything."
Rong Yuheng shook his head rationally, "I confused your mind."
Wen Zezhen, "… "
The discussion between the two about how to allocate the "three days of New Year's Day" ended at the "Morning Information Thirty Minutes" the next morning.
On the headlines in the social section, the bold bold "Shock!" attracted the full attention of netizens.
Different from the boring headline parties in the past, this time the headlines are completely predictable—
An article titled "Shock! In the news of "Mysterious Hot Air Balloon Landing in Downtown" yesterday evening, there was a photograph of the incident at the beginning.
In the picture, the face of the woman wearing the glow is blurred with happiness.
The author has something to say: Hot Air Balloon Fairy: Baby, Mama is coming to see you! Unhappy duck!
Rong Yuheng: (pupil earthquake)
Wen Zezhen: ... This is true airborne!