Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

22.

Fang Zhixing asked for leave with the crew, took a taxi at the gate of the film and television city and went straight to the hospital.

There were people coming and going in the inpatient department, and when he rushed to the ward, his face was covered in hot sweat.

"grandmother!"

Fang Zhixing's grandmother was a primary school teacher when she was young. She taught Chinese. She was very kind and kind. The old lady's biggest hobby was reading newspapers.Not only did she read it herself, but she also wanted others to read it. When she came across any news, she would cut it out, find a notebook, and paste it neatly.When Fang Zhixing was a child, every time he went to visit his grandmother's house, his grandmother would hold him on her lap and turn pages for him to read.

Later, he went to South Korea and didn't return home for two or three years. His grandmother still had the habit of posting newspapers. She collected five or six notebooks for him and stuffed them all into him when she saw someone.

It's like trying to make up for some knowledge.

The old lady had just had dinner and was wearing reading glasses to read the newspapers her son had bought from the newspapers downstairs. When she heard her grandson's voice, her hands shook in shock.

"Oh," the reading glasses fell off her face, and the old lady spoke Haicheng Mandarin, "Qingqing, how come you came to the hospital!"

"Uncle said you were sick." Fang Zhixing threw himself on the bedside, his accent was successfully distracted, "What happened, why are you so dizzy?"

"Your uncle is just making a fuss. He said that he will not be hospitalized or hospitalized." The old lady took out a tissue from the bedside and wiped Fang Zhixing's sweat, "The sweat from running all over is about to stink to death. Have you eaten dinner yet?"

"How can I be in the mood to eat? What did the doctor say? Where did uncle go? How can I leave you alone in the ward?"

"It's okay, it's just high blood pressure. I don't even want to stay in the hospital. Your uncle won't listen, and he will bring you here." The old lady didn't see Fang Zhixing for a few days, and touched her grandson's thinner face, feeling distressed Said, "Your uncle went to the toilet and will be back soon. Qingqing, how is filming, are you tired? I see you have lost a lot of weight."

Fang Zhixing grabbed the old lady's hand and reassured her: "It's okay, I'm not tired at all. I took it down specially for filming. When the filming is over, you can make me a few more delicious meals when I get home. grow back."

The old lady pursed her mouth in displeasure: "Why do you want to make people lose weight when you are doing well? You are already slim, but if the little wind blows, it will blow you away."

Fang Zhixing was still worried, and squeezed in the old lady's hand: "Grandma, read the newspaper again, I'll go to the doctor and ask about the situation."

The old lady has been in poor health since her daughter and son-in-law passed away in a car accident. Fang Zhixing was afraid that there would be some serious problem. The only family member he missed most in this world was his grandmother.Fortunately, the doctor said it was fine, a common problem of the elderly.He also said that there is no need to be hospitalized, just pay attention to rest, but the old lady's son is filial, so he insisted on keeping him in the hospital for observation overnight.

Fang Zhixing laughed after hearing this.

Coming out of the doctor's office, I met my uncle in the corridor.

Yang Shuming went back to the ward first, and heard from the old lady that Fang Zhixing was here, and came to greet him specially.

Fang Zhixing frowned and stopped, knowing that Yang Shuming had something to say in front of the old lady.He took the initiative to say hello: "Uncle."

"Qingqing is here." Yang Shuming smiled and took Fang Zhixing's shoulders, and pulled him to the other side of the corridor, "Have you asked the doctor?"

Fang Zhixing nodded, leaning his back against the wall and took Yang Shuming's hand off his body.

"Qingqing, I'll cut to the chase, can you borrow some more money from uncle?"

Fang Zhixing looked at this decent and elegant middle-aged man, his eyes were a little annoyed: "Grandma is still sick, so you just ask me for money?"

Yang Shuming listened to Fang Zhixing's blatant sarcasm. He rubbed his palms and said in a warm voice, "Grandma's sickness and hospitalization also cost money."

"Okay." Fang Zhixing took out his mobile phone, "Grandma's hospitalization fee is mine, and I will transfer it to you in one go."

Yang Shuming stepped forward and grabbed Fang Zhixing with his mobile phone in his hand: "Qingqing, this is just a drop in the bucket."

Fang Zhixing stood still: "How much do you want?"

"One hundred thousand."

Rejection and restraint, Fang Zhixing repeated these two emotions infinitely: "The old lady is nothing at all, you have to let her be hospitalized, because you know that grandma is sick, I can't stop visiting her, uncle, you even asked your own mother for money to find me." use?"

Yang Shuming was stabbed by the word "use", and his face froze: "It's not easy to talk nonsense, grandma is not in good health, is it wrong for me to bring her to the hospital for examination?"

"Yes, you are right, you are a filial son." Fang Zhixing didn't want to waste any more words, and pushed Yang Shuming away, "But I have no money."

"How come you have no money! Aren't you filming a TV series!"

Fang Zhixing said: "You know best why I don't have money, don't ask me again."

"Qingqing," Yang Shuming said anxiously, "Last time I asked you to help my sister arrange a role in the crew, but you refused, and uncle respected you. You made a TV series and became famous in the future. A hundred thousand is nothing to you." It's nothing, you don't want to throw money at the troupe anymore, and don't insist on repaying that debt, can't you have this money to give to uncle? My project can start as soon as the money is in place!"

Fang Zhixing's eyelids twitched, and he didn't know which sentence hit him, and his voice was completely cold: "It's my business how to use my money, and it's also my business whether I give my money to anyone, what others say doesn't matter. "

"Fang Zhixing!" Yang Shuming was anxious and helpless, "There is no need to pay back that money, we deserve it!"

Fang Zhixing's expression changed suddenly: "That's my hush money!"

He scolded in a low voice, with sharp thorns all over his body.

The gentle appearance burst apart, as if being bound by wire, and became more and more twisted due to force.

Yang Shuming was shocked and froze in place.

Fang Zhixing approached him, and this nephew, who had been obedient and sensible since he was a child, became aggressive: "You'd better not mention that money again, once you mention it, I will disgust you once. Uncle, I don't owe you anything a long time ago. Don't kidnap me with the fact that you raised me for a few years, I won't give you a penny."

Back in the ward, Fang Zhixing talked with the old lady with a normal expression and peeled apples for her.

On the contrary, Yang Shuming felt a little uncomfortable.

Fang Zhixing stayed in the ward until very late, and then the old lady couldn't stand it anymore, and urged him to drive him away.

"You still have to film tomorrow, go back to sleep quickly, I have nothing to do here."

Fang Zhixing saw that it was late, so he stepped forward and hugged the old lady: "Grandma, you have to take care of your health, I will go back to see you next time I am on vacation."

Leaving the gate of the hospital, Fang Zhixing let out a long breath of relief.

It was late, the subway and bus had stopped running, so he hailed a taxi at the door.

After talking all night, Fang Zhixing didn't remember to look at his phone until he got in the car. He opened WeChat and found that Zhong Siyuan had sent him a message an hour ago.

Probably because he didn't see Fang Zhixing after work was over, Zhong Siyuan asked, "Why did you ask for leave?"

After a while, I didn't receive a reply, so I sent another one: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Fang Zhixing was a little sluggish at the moment, too lazy to type, and replied directly: "Is Teacher Zhong off work?"

Sure enough, work was over, Zhong Siyuan returned quickly: "I'm home."

Fang Zhixing made a voice call backhand: "Hello, Teacher Zhong."

Zhong Siyuan's cold voice is particularly moving at night: "Where did you go at night?"

Fang Zhixing leaned his arms against the car window and turned his head to look at the feasting and feasting outside.He had a fight with Yang Shuming in the corridor at night, and now he wants some comfort.But he is not greedy, he is satisfied just hearing Zhong Siyuan's voice.

"There is something wrong at home, but it has been resolved."

Zhong Siyuan didn't ask any more questions, and said in a measured manner: "Well, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me."

"Got it." Fang Zhixing yawned, cooking soup until 03:30 in the morning, and rushing to the hospital after a day of filming, really exhausted.He said into the receiver, "Mr. Zhong, can you sing me a song?"

Zhong Siyuan on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then immediately asked, "What do you want to hear?"

"Well... "Long Journey", I like this song the most."

Fang Zhixing felt a little regretful when he said it, fearing that Zhong Siyuan would resist, and even more afraid that he would be unhappy.

But slowly, Zhong Siyuan began to sing.

"Snowflakes are falling and blooming, always blooming and undefeated

I shouldn't have ended this accident

You choose to go far and eliminate me

Dim yellow lamps are left blank

Birds travel across the ocean to chase the midsummer

Some people run to the end of the world

I walk into the vortex you drew in advance

Promise to you with deep pockets

i'm not a loser begging you

I can give you a generous hug and send you on a long journey

morning sun evening precious gift

Hanging with the past and laughing at sophistication"

Fang Zhixing put the microphone close to his ear, and it felt different from listening to a music album. This kind of singing sound is so close, and such Zhong Siyuan seems to be able to grasp it with his hand.

Every word and sentence of this song is like the cold rain in late autumn, clearly and generously expressing miss and regret, they drill into the body along the cracks in the bones, seesaw and melee in the blood, the tormentor turns over and over again Feel sour.

At the end of the day, he still wants to use the gentle knife to make people heartbroken.

"If you look back and say sorry

I wish you a bright sky and a starry journey"

After Zhong Siyuan finished singing, he asked softly, "Qingqing, are you happier?"

Fang Zhixing rubbed the end of his eyes and leaned against the car window to laugh.

Zhong Siyuan relaxed: "Are you at home?"

Fang Zhixing said, "On the way home."

"How long will it take to get home?"

"Two 10 minutes."

"Please listen to the 10-minute concert."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of piano accompaniment on the phone.

Fang Zhixing bit his fingertips in amazement.

In the street market late at night, speeding cars occasionally honked their horns.

More than 10 minutes had passed when he hung up the phone, his voice was slightly hoarse, and the other party Zhixing said: "Go to bed early, good night."

Light rain fell sporadically from the sky, splashing on the glass windows.

Fang Zhixing saw countless himself reflected in the large and small raindrops, him when he was a child, and him when he grew up.

He found that since he was a child, he always lost happiness after a short period of time.

But he wasn't knocked down.

He still wants to seize happiness, and even more wants to regain it.

·

After an autumn rain, the temperature dropped a few degrees.

However, speculation about the hero of "Missing a Wasted Name" has always been high on the hot list.

When Ji Chuan met him, he said, "Zhixing, have you read the news? That Chen Xiaoxianrou bought a manuscript again!"

Apart from "Zhong Siyuan", Fang Zhixing doesn't pay attention to the entertainment circle at all.He looked like he didn't wake up: "No, what did you say?"

Ji Chuan showed him the phone: "What else can I say, say that I am the hero."

Today is cloudy and gray, and it is even darker in the carriage.Fang Zhixing's temples were swollen by the bright light of the mobile phone, and he complained: "Is the screen so bright that it hurts the eyes?"

He lowered the brightness and then looked down. The contents of several marketing accounts were similar. He compared Chen Jingxuan's back photo with the high-blur Reuters photo from that night, and concluded that the head-to-body ratio was 90% close.

Then a comparison of the audio tracks was released. The audio source was the clips of Chen Jingxuan's previous works and the mysterious man speaking in Zhong Siyuan's live broadcast. It was concluded that the similarity was 80%.

Chen Jingxuan's fans were blown away. Such a good production team and co-actors can be called the biggest cake in the past three years. Fans dare not eat it, and they left messages under the marketing account to criticize: "Unless the official announcement is not an appointment, take away brother .”

Of course, what Little Fresh Meat lacks most is brain-dead fans, and soon some fans were tempted, and their own people quarreled with their own people: "The comparison picture is out, it is obviously Xuanxuan, okay? You shouldn't be low-key Don’t keep a low profile, I’ll just say what’s wrong with Chen Jingxuan! What’s wrong with the male lead being Chen Jingxuan!”

In comparison, fans of the original book have a more consistent view.

These girls accompanied Nanyan through cyberbullying, and waited for him to lie dormant for several years, protecting the calf tightly.Seeing Chen Jingxuan's fans arguing about the original work and the author, saying something like "Chen Jingxuan doesn't make gay gay movies" and "the original author is gay, it's disgusting", older Buddhist fans raised their "□□ short guns" to fight back .

They reanalyzed the back photos and audio tracks, pointed out the differences and differences, and refuted one by one: "Since Chen Jingxuan and Chen Jingxuan fans don't like gay dramas so much, don't come to touch porcelain. The new analysis is posted here. The boys in the pictures Not your brother at all."

The fans of the book responded, and soon someone followed up.

"You don't like the original novels and online dramas, and we don't like you either. Chen Jingxuan and Yu Ran don't post at all."

"Chen Jingxuan's popularity has increased after several waves of fans? He will be punished by God if he is not popular. Go back and film your fast food drama."

"Xiao Xianrou, surnamed Chen, has always been fond of porcelain. Eighty-nine times out of ten his pancakes are fake, don't believe them."

"Chen Jingxuan played a big role in the film crew, did you explain clearly the matter of being late and leaving early? Come out and dance so soon?"

Fang Zhixing paused when he saw this finger. When he ate barbecue last time, the little fresh meat that he told the screenwriter to bring money into the group to play a big role couldn't be Chen Jingxuan!

He returned the phone to Ji Chuan: "I hope they can scold me lightly when I get exposed."

Ji Chuan would not comfort others either: "Hurry up, it's only been two days."

How come there is a smell of washing and lying down?

There was a lot of noise on Weibo, and the crew paid no attention to what was going on outside the window and concentrated on filming.

At that time, if it was really low-key all the way to the end, it would not have caused such a big sensation, but now the curiosity of netizens has been aroused. Every day, Chen Hua, Li Haiping, and Zhong Siyuan are the main ones, and there will be countless tweets by Aite on Weibo. Speaking up can backfire.

At noon that day, the official Weibo account of "Online Drama Missing a Wasted Name" was officially launched, and the production crew caught off guard and posted a promotional photo of the couple on Weibo.

In the photo, Zhong Siyuan and Fang Zhixing looked like teenagers, rubbing their noses with a tennis racket.

The official blog post said: "The official announcement you want is here. @钟思远@方知行"

In the lounge, Fang Zhixing got the newly applied Weibo account and password, and prepared to cooperate with the crew to forward the promotion.

Three minutes later, Fang Zhixing took the lead in forwarding it. He didn't know what to say, fearing that there would be a violent storm later, he deliberated and sent a "love" emoji.

Another minute later, Zhong Siyuan moved his fingers and forwarded Fang Zhixing's Weibo directly, and also sent a "love".

Not long after, Weibo was completely paralyzed.

The author has something to say:

In fact, I sang for half an hour, but only three songs were sung in half an hour.

I want to sing English songs, but I am afraid that Fang Zhixing will not understand, so I have to play the piano in order to exude charm. I only remember three songs.

They are: "The Moon's Trouble", "Lovesickness in the Wind and Rain", "Lonely Sandbank Cold"

Zhong Yingdi OS: I am also having a hard time!

In addition, the lyrics of "Long Journey" are made up by the hot chicken author, and have nothing to do with the talented actor Zhong.It's embarrassing, so I won't watch this part.

感谢在2020-05-0611:32:45~2020-05-0711:10:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Le Cheng 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!