There is a tiger sniffing the rose in my heart

When the car arrived at the downstairs of the production unit, Fang Yu had already fought [-] rounds of wits and courage with his Mr. Money Tree. In this way, he was patted on the shoulder from behind, and he heard the person who got out of the car behind him close the car door with a "snap" and said at the same time: "Come on, what are you doing to look like you've been bullied? It's okay to be bullied if you see it!" Think I did something to you in the car."

Fang Yu: "..."

Jin Ran: "I'm a straight man."

Fang Yu turned his head and stared blankly at the black-haired young man standing behind him at this moment. The latter unhurriedly took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on, then lowered his head and turned on the front of the phone. The camera took care of his messy hair from sleeping in the car, and finally smoothed out the last crease on the neckline. He turned his head and asked expressionlessly, "Brother Fang, am I handsome?"

Fang Yu: "...Jun."

Jin Ran: "It's a pity that I'm a straight man, so I can't respond to your hot emotions."

Fang Yu: "..."

Fang Yu heard a "bang" in his mind as if something had collapsed. Although he didn't know what it was, but judging from his current inner activities, he guessed that what collapsed just now was probably because he finally had the courage to live in this world. His desire to survive—at this moment, probably only he himself knows how much he wants to fly down from the top of the forty-story building in front of him with Mr. Money Tree in his arms.

With a bang, he fell to pieces, blood and blood.

At the same time that the agent's head was full of bloody and violent brains, the black-haired young man who was standing behind him had already stepped past him and walked to the front. Fang Yu was slightly taken aback and finally took a step to follow So he didn't miss seeing Jinran's gentle smile saying "thank you" to the security guard who opened the door for them.

The corridor was empty, so he walked in front, Fang Yu followed behind him, thought for a while and said: "I have served you for seven years, let alone opening the door, even smashing the door, I did it for you who forgot to bring the house key , you didn't say 'thank you' to me like you did just now."

Hearing the words, it was rare that he didn't refute immediately, but nodded with an "oh" and fell silent. Just when Fang Yu thought that this guy was really criticizing himself, he didn't expect that the person walking in front would turn his head away without looking back. Suddenly he said: "Brother Fang, being so concerned about gains and losses will make people lose their good original intentions - think about the way you swore to make me popular when we met on the street... You can find a lot of things that you spent all kinds of money on." Little Transparent who can't even be popular with such strength, they have low EQ and low IQ, but even if you throw the script in his face, he will say 'thank you' or 'sorry' to you, although even if it is such a play that he can't act, he will still Can’t act—then now comes the question, do you want this kind of little transparency with low EQ and IQ who will never be popular, or do you want to let you squeeze out of him without saying “thank you” to you? Yuan Jinran, a villa, a new sports car, and a successful life?"

Fang Yu: "..."

Jinran: "Look, you already have the answer."

Fang Yu: "..."

Fang Yu felt that he shouldn't be so mean, but he was right, it really shouldn't be so serious - no, the retribution came so quickly: the desire to die was stronger than before for some reason!

During Fang Yu's silence, he heard Jinran calmly make arrangements in front: "In a while, you and Jiang Luocheng will discuss the script, and I will find someone to get the script myself, and then I will wait for you in the audition room later."

Fang Yu nodded his head just as he was habitually wanting to agree, but when he thought about it wrong, he immediately shook his head again: "What the hell, at least let Director Jiang see you when you get to the place and then talk about the rest - don't even say hello. Direct audition? Sincerely, you are not a newcomer anymore. If you don’t understand the thinking of some directors and screenwriters, how do you know about the creation of characters and plots? It’s impossible to act like this..."

Jin Ran sneered: "I understand the truth, but what you said is not the point."

"Who says it's not the point?!" Fang Yu said with a serious expression, "Emotion, I think this is the most important part of acting."

"That's not it." The black-haired young man paused, and turned around in the direction of the fitting room with ease, before leaving, he glanced lazily at the manager, "The point is, whether Jiang Chuan is good-looking or not. "

"..." The expression on Fang Yu's face was frozen for three seconds, then blanked out for another three seconds, and then he said, "I will resign after finishing this job."

"Oh," said Jin Ran, "are you going to praise those little transparent girls who will never be popular?"

"..." Faced with the unusually calm discussion face of his money tree, resisting the urge to slap him, Fang Yu put his hands on his worthless face and scratched, "...Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh!"

At the same time he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Do not forget the early heart."

……

After seeing off the nagging manager Mr. Fang Yu, he watched him leave with a blank expression, until the familiar figure disappeared around the corner of the building, then Jinran let out a sigh of relief and looked around After making sure that there was no one around, he relaxed a little and yawned cautiously, a trace of exhaustion was revealed in his pair of bright black pupils—I watched the script of the next movie that had been finalized long ago last night too late, and this I was more or less sleepy for a while.

I'll have to look into the mirror later.

It's bad to say the lines and yawn.

Thinking about it this way, the young black-haired young man began to look for the free instant coffee provided to the employees all over the building. In the process of looking for coffee, he also met many staff members of the programs he had worked with before, and those people were very enthusiastic. Greeted him, and Jinran responded to them one by one with a smile, so in the process of looking for coffee, he solved the problem of finding the screenwriter to get the script by the way.

After half an hour.

The big star who ran all over the building looking for instant coffee was holding a cup of hand-ground fresh coffee and a thin script for sight glass under his arm, followed a staff member and was escorted all the way to the high-end resting and changing room.

Then smile and say thank you to him.

In the end, he accepted his panic expression with a smile and waved his hands again and again, saying, "You are too polite."

Wave goodbye and close the door.

Inside the empty lounge.

The black-haired young man raised his hand to mess up the hair that had been tidied outside, with an impatient expression on his face, and then he collapsed on the soft sofa without a picture—after a moment of silence , just remembered something and pulled out the script that was under his armpit, flipped through it, and found that the script that the screenwriter gave to himself was a later part of the script, and it happened to be the hamster spirit and the Taoist priest. It seems that the Taoist priest was seriously injured in order to save the hamster spirit. Originally, this was a good opportunity for the mouse spirit to avenge his wife. Can't do it.

So fucking rotten.

It's just rotten aboveboard, simple and rude.

Jin Ran quickly glanced at the script expressionlessly, cleared her voice, and put on a rather hoarse voice with a faint hint of heartache and read: "'My wife died because of you, and now today , when you lay dying in front of me, I discovered that my obsession all along was just an obsession—'"

"..." Jin Ran paused, "The person who wrote the script simply didn't care whether the three views of the motherland's future flowers would be broken because of this."

Turn over and continue.

This time, the voice changed, and it became a deep and magnetic mature male voice——

"'Nianran, come here, let me tell you another story, okay?'"

"..." Jin Ran stared at the script, "Hurry up and distribute the inheritance when you're about to die. What's the story? The last Taoist priest after the founding of the country always has a magic weapon. If there is no instruction manual, hurry up and use it with your last breath." The way to use it tells your concubine so that he can reach the pinnacle of rat life and become the number one concubine in history—"

The sincere voice stopped abruptly.

Because at this time, he suddenly heard the sound of someone walking from the other side of the sofa. He was stunned for a while before he could react to the situation, and suddenly felt the script in his hand being taken away——a dazzling The bright light made him subconsciously narrow his eyes slightly, so he could only see the shadow cast by a tall figure covering half of him...

At the same time, a very pleasant low-pitched voice sounded more natural and magnetic than the one he deliberately shaped just now——

"'The Dragon King and the frog met on the seashore. After greeting each other, the frog asked the Dragon King, Great King, what is your residence like?—a palace made of pearls, a tower made of shells, the eaves are gorgeous and magnificent, and the hall The pillar was solid and beautiful. The Dragon King asked back, "What about you? How about your residence?" The frog said, "My residence is like felt with green moss, delicate grass and gurgling springs. After speaking, the frog asked the Dragon King another question, Great King, what do you do when you are happy? What about when you are angry? The Dragon King said, if I am happy, I will send down nectar to moisten the earth and make the grains plentiful; Not a single blade of grass is left within a thousand miles. Then, what about you? Frog! The frog said, when I am happy, I face the breeze and bright moon, and croak once; It's over.'"

"..."

"The story of Taoism probably says that people should not be fettered by worldly knots, but listen to the true call of the heart, and then they can enjoy their own happiness."

"..."

Like a rat spirit in a script, he lay on the sofa quietly listening to the man tell the whole story, and then concluded the meaning.

The black-haired young man blinked, and it took a while for him to realize that something was wrong - he rolled over and sat up, only to find that the person sitting on the other side of the sofa was a young man who seemed to be in his early 20s , black hair, but has a pair of azure blue pupils that seem to be inherited from other races. When he looked down at the script, his soft hair fell down, and his tall nose cast a shadow on one side of his cheek. Small patches of shadow.

First of all, this person is very good-looking, let me emphasize, he is so good-looking that Jin Ran, who has met countless Hollywood superstars, feels so good-looking that she burst into tears.

Second, he has no clothes on.

However, he didn't seem to be ashamed about it at all, and he generously exposed his well-distributed, firm and beautiful muscles to the light of the lounge, and under the stare of the black-haired young man on the sofa, he re-stuffed the script in his hand. back to him.

Jinran grasped the script into petrification, the corners of his lips twitched, and was about to say something to this unrestrained cool guy who came out of nowhere, but this person suddenly stood up——so Jinran, who was sitting on the sofa, The line of sight naturally focused on his lower body.

Sincerely: "..."

Growing up so big, apart from the various statues of naked men in the British Museum, it is the first time that Jinran has seen this kind of big jiji with its own holy light - it is quietly dormant among the dense hair, its shape, size, Beautiful and hideous.

Beautiful and hideous.

Beautiful.

And ferocious.

Jin Ran couldn't use her tongue well, she blinked, and a stiff smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "...How are you? Excuse me, who are you?"

At this time, Brother Cool was standing in front of the clothes hanger with his back to the black-haired young man on the sofa. Naturally, he didn't know that the other party was moaning at his firm buttocks. He just put on the Taoist costume for a while. After a pause, he turned his head slightly to the side and frowned slightly, then said in a calm and unhurried manner: "Jiang Chuan, come to have a test play."

Sincerely: "..."

Jiang Chuan turned around and pointed to the thing that was about to be squeezed into a pickle in Jinran's hand: "It seems to be the one in your hand."

As soon as Jiang Chuan finished speaking, he saw the black-haired young man who was lying on the sofa with his head on the backrest watching him eagerly stood up, opened the door, slammed it, and ran away.

Jiang Chuan: "?"

……

After a few minutes.

Fang Yu, who finished talking with the director and screenwriter about life, geography, poetry, poetry and poetry, just walked out of the office when he saw Mr. Money Tree running towards him at the end of the corridor.

That virtue is like seeing a dog with ham sausage.

Fang Yu shielded his chest with both hands: "I am a straight man."

"Get out!" Jin Ran grabbed the agent and shook it, "Go tell them, I'll act! The pay is easy to negotiate, and you can act even if you pay!"

Fang Yu: "...have you seen Jiang Chuan?"

Nodding cautiously: "My ideal type."

Fang Yu: "Huh?"

Jin Ran was expressionless: "'That thick face is completely inconsistent with the pretty face'."

Fang Yu: "..."

Jinran: "I want to rule him out."

Fang Yu: "..."