King of People

When Zhu Yilin woke up the next morning, he was so dazed that he forgot tonight and what evening.Coupled with the aftereffects of jet lag, he lay in bed for a long time in a daze before he remembered where he was and what happened last night.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon local time, and he was alone in the bed.

He touched his phone by the pillow and found that Lu Jiachuan had left him a WeChat message——

"I'm going to record a show, call me when I wake up, I love you."

The text is accompanied by a heart emoji and a "kiss" at the end.

Zhu Yilin had a headache and pain everywhere in his body. When he got up, he couldn't sit still. As soon as he stretched his thighs, the roots of his legs trembled faintly. His waist was also sore, and even his neck was sore. Lu Jiachuan was simply too terrible.

He read the message again, his eyes fell on the words "recording the program", and realized belatedly that he missed today's filming.

He sent a message to Lu Jiachuan: "Where did you go, did the director ask me?"

Lu Jiachuan didn't miss playing with his mobile phone at work, so he replied within a few minutes: "Are you awake? Don't worry, I'll ask for leave for you."

"..."

How to ask for leave for this kind of work?What they record is a reality show. If a guest is unwell and cannot go out, the program team will also go to his room to shoot a segment to let the audience know that he is sick, which is also part of "real".

Now that he is absent for a day and does not appear on the scene at all, how should he edit it when it is broadcast?Don't the audience think too much?

But there is no way, just think about it, what else can I do?

Zhu Yilin yawned, lay back on the pillow, and typed slowly: "What time do you finish?"

Lu Jiachuan returned faster than before: "Brother misses me?"

Also sent a cute kitten emoticon package.

Zhu Yilin hated him for his bad behavior last night. Looking at this cat, he thought it looked like he was being beaten, but he managed to peel off the fake skin on Lu Jiachuan's body. Their relationship is now warm , Zhu Yilin didn't want to suppress his arrogance, so he had to "swallow his breath" and said: "Yeah, I miss you, come back quickly to accompany me."

Lu Jiachuan sent a long series of "kiss" emojis.

Suddenly he said: "By the way, Wen Xian called this morning, and I answered it for you, is that okay?"

Zhu Yilin had no choice but to pick up all the calls, why is it okay to ask now?Mr. Lu is really fake.

"Okay, what did she say?" Zhu Yilin asked.

Lu Jiachuan said: "It's nothing, I just asked you how you feel recently, are you having fun? I told her to rest assured that I wish Yilin and I were very happy together, don't worry about other people's boyfriends."

Zhu Yilin: "..."

Lu Jiachuan was very straightforward: "Didn't you say it? If I hate someone, you will scold her with me."

Zhu Yilin: "You hate Wen Xian?"

Lu Jiachuan: "Yes, I still hate Tan Xiaoqing, the people around you are very annoying, they don't like me."

"..."

It turned out that he could feel it.

That's right, how can someone as sensitive as him not feel whether others treat him with kindness or malice?

But Tan Xiaoqing and Wen Xian may not hate him that much, rather than hate him, it might be better to say they are a little afraid. In the eyes of outsiders, he is moody, but he has the capital to do whatever he wants.

Zhu Yilin didn't care, it didn't matter if the relationship between Lu Jiachuan and Wen Xian Tan Xiaoqing was good, even if the relationship between Lu Jiachuan and his mother was not good, it didn't matter, it wouldn't affect anything.

Zhu Yilin coaxed him a few words, told him to shoot well and not to make the work more difficult for the program crew, and then he was sleepy again when he put his phone away.

Last night, he really went too far. As soon as he closed his eyes, he involuntarily started to play the picture in his mind.Later, after cleaning up in the bathroom, they dried themselves off and went back to bed for another kiss.

Lu Jiachuan looked satisfied and hugged him tenderly.

Zhu Yilin vaguely remembered that he was chatting with him, and when they talked about the future, he seemed to ask him, do you want to be an actor for the rest of your life?When do you plan to retire? Would you like to go back to Jiangcheng together after retirement?

At that time, Zhu Yilin's consciousness was blurred and her mind could not turn, but she answered the truth.

Zhu Yilin said: "I don't know, maybe after I win all the awards I can get, I don't want to do it anymore, and I will rely on you to support me then."

Lu Jiachuan was very happy: "Can the award be bought? I heard that it can be manipulated insider. I'll go and bribe the judges."

Zhu Yilin frowned: "Don't make trouble."

"I'm just joking." Lu Jiachuan deliberately rubbed his furry head against his neck, "I know, Zhu Yilin is the best actor, and if I want to be famous in film history in the future, I won't use disgraceful means to make your The name is smeared."

Zhu Yilin couldn't open his eyes anymore.

Lu Jiachuan came up to him and kissed him, knowing more about the awards he had won than himself, and said very sadly: "You haven't become the actor yet, brother."

"..."

It’s not that I’ve been one before, but there are also differences between the “Best Actor” awards. Some awards are heavy, while others are more luscious. To a certain extent, they are affected by capital and popularity.

In Zhu Yilin's fans' review template, he is "the youngest actor winner in China", "excellent talent and top-notch strength", "hard work, dedication and perfect TOP", "three generations before and after his actual performance"... a lot of bullying Labels were attached to him and he was blown into a fairy.

But in fact, Zhu Yilin's luck in the awards was really bad. In his debut year, as a rookie full of aura, he won the Best Actor Award in one fell swoop and became famous for a while.But that award is the least authoritative of all the awards in the film industry. It looks good, but it's just that.

Later, he made rapid progress, his acting skills got better, and his luck got worse. Every year when the awards were judged, he either collided with the word-of-mouth masterpieces of the old-timers and old artists, or the judging team was out of their minds and thought he was too good-looking to let people out. drama, do not vote for him.

Last year it was even worse. His film was submitted for the Golden Cage Award, only one vote short of Best Actor. The judges said: "Although Zhu Yilin's performance is better in comparison, you have not improved in the past two years. I think the award It's not suitable for you."

While Zhu Yilin was angry, he suspected that he was being targeted.

The better he performed, the higher the world's demands on him, as if it was only natural for him to maintain a score of 100 in every play, and if he didn't break through to 120, it meant he couldn't do it.

Wen Xian comforted him, awards are not everything, his acting skills are seen by everyone, and the most important thing is to leave his works. Actors rely on their works to leave their names, not on the award book.

Having said that, Zhu Yilin can't completely ignore the awards.

As he said, after he has won all the awards he wants, he has performed almost all the genres he wants to act, and he has no more obsessions, then he can consider taking a break from filming.

Back to Jiangcheng for the elderly...

Seems like a good choice.

But they are not yet 30 years old, and they have started to plan for retirement life. What is wrong with Lu Jiachuan? Why does he always think so far?

Zhu Yilin thought wildly and fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, he was woken up.

Lu Jiachuan didn't know when he entered the door, the clinging disease broke out again, he quietly went to bed, squeezed beside him and kissed him.

"..." Zhu Yilin felt suffocated in his sleep, and as soon as he opened his eyes, his arms were pressed firmly against the pillow, unable to resist.

Lu Jiachuan kissed him and said, "I really like this feeling."

"What do you feel?"

"You said goodbye to me on the bed when I left, and you were still waiting for me on the bed when I came back." Lu Jiachuan lowered his voice, pressed it against his ear, and called him coquettishly, "Brother is just locked in the bed by me." Beautiful wife on the bed, I go out during the day to earn money to support you, and come back at night—”

Zhu Yilin's pajamas were taken off again, Lu Jiachuan's suit trousers bulged and pressed against his leg, the wet kiss wrapped around his earlobe, making him tremble from licking, his voice was so viscous that he could squeeze out syrup, The tone was obscene, "...feed you personally."

"..."

Zhu Yilin suspected that he would be killed by Lu Jiachuan sooner or later.

But this set of offensives was too difficult to resist, the soreness in his body was still not healed, he was lured again, he half pushed and half cooperated with the culprit, and did it again on the bed.

At the end, Zhu Yilin was so tired and hungry that he almost fainted.

Lu Jiachuan called the hotel to come in to deliver the food, hugged him personally, and fed him porridge spoon by spoon.

Zhu Yilin didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, he opened his mouth mechanically, and ate slowly according to the frequency of Lu Jiachuan feeding him.

The more he lost his temper, the worse Lu Jiachuan became. After feeding him a few spoonfuls, seeing his eyes closed, he would only open his mouth. Suddenly he took the spoon away and stretched out his fingers for him to bite.

Zhu Yilin didn't notice for a while, and took Lu Jiachuan's index finger in his mouth, and the latter deliberately inserted it in to make him bite deeper, and the look in his eyes also became colored.

"..." Zhu Yilin suspected that the ancestor wanted to come again, and he was really going to die. He spat out the messy finger and warned, "Be honest, I don't want to be able to get out of bed tomorrow."

"What's the matter?" Lu Jiachuan didn't care.

Zhu Yilin said: "For two consecutive days of filming and not doing activities with you guys, what do the audience think of me?"

"The audience already knows." Lu Jiachuan put down the bowl and spoon, and showed him his mobile phone: "We had an online interaction during the filming today, and some fans found out that you were not there, and asked about your situation. The program team asked me to answer , I’ll just say it straight.”

"...what did you say?"

"'Last night there were bugs in my room, so I had no choice but to borrow Zhu Yilin's room. Brother Lin is kind and kind, he let me sleep on the bed and slept on the sofa by himself. As a result, I accidentally caught a cold on the sofa, so today Fever, unable to go out'."

Zhu Yilin: "..."

Lu Jiachuan glanced at him: "Do you mind if I talk about this on the Internet?"

"No." Zhu Yilin didn't quite understand, "Why do you care? What's wrong with these words?"

Lu Jiachuan immediately showed an expression of "you are really an amateur": "Of course there is a problem! I hinted at the fans, we slept together at night, do you need me to say the rest? CP fans can write 180 articles How can I kidnap you?" Sleeping fanfiction!"

Zhu Yilin: "?"

Lu Jiachuan picked up his mobile phone, opened his Weibo account, clicked on Jialin CP Chaohua, and showed him a popular article: "This article is well written, brother, can you give her a thumbs up?" ?"

"...Not good." Zhu Yilin became vigilant.

Lu Jiachuan said: "You give her a thumbs up, and then cancel it, it's a slippery hand. I want to give her some encouragement."

Lu Jiachuan showed melancholy, and lay on his shoulder, pretending to be pitiful: "No one around you likes me, and your fans don't like me either. The whole world wants me to stay away from you, only they support our love.— —Can you fry it for me, okay?"

Zhu Yilin: "..."

Just reconciled, this disaster has not changed its true nature, and it has started to harm the country and the people again.