Above, please use some force

Qi Yue smiled slightly and stood at the door until the opposite door was slammed shut before he turned and entered his room.

After that time, He Wen never "coincidentally" met Qi Yue again, as if it was really just a common coincidence.

When Fang Jun restarted his mobile phone in China, he saw a series of text messages, most of which were program invitations from various TV stations, and some came from advertisers.

After spending a little time getting into work, Fang Jun contacted the editor and director of one of the TV stations, and helped He Wen negotiate three commercials.

The rest did not respond, because he felt that He Wen was still on the cusp of the wind and waves, and if he was not careful, the waves might capsize the boat.

The first snow of this year in T City came too early, and people were a little caught off guard, especially those office workers who stood on the side of the road waiting for the bus every morning, all wrapped in cotton jackets and looking listless in hibernation.

He Wen came out of the TV station after participating in the entertainment program "Zero Distance", and saw Fang Jun standing at the door holding an umbrella, with flying snowflakes swirling in the halo of street lights.

"Why don't you wait for me in the car?"

Fang Jun took out his hot hand from his pocket, held He Wen's hand, then put it back in his pocket, and said flatly, "The car is parked across the road, a little far away, I'm afraid you won't see it."

The young man's voice was as low as ever, and in the cold winter, it was like a cluster of warm flames, jumping in He Wen's heart.

The corners of He Wen's lips were slightly raised, and he took a deep breath of the cool air. He didn't say anything, but instead held the slightly warm hand.

The two walked side by side under the umbrella, and the snow creaked under their feet. In the quiet night, something changed silently.

One of the three advertisements was about food. After He Wen ate several large bowls of glutinous rice balls in a row, he realized that his thinking was too simple. Some aspects of the advertisement were much harsher.

He wants to eat well, to be satisfied, and to be handsome. After a whole day, he has almost no other food in his stomach except glutinous rice balls.

After the filming, the first thing he said to Fang Jun was, "Don't help me accept commercials related to food in the future."

Fang Jun looked at He Wen, pursed his lips slightly, and patted his back with some distress.

"There's something I haven't had time to tell you..."

"What?" He Wen had a vague premonition, and Fang Jun's voice sounded next to his ear, "Just now, I answered an advertisement for you." Fang Jun paused before saying, " It's dumplings, it should be different from glutinous rice balls, you take pictures..."

He Wen suddenly raised his head and gritted his teeth, "Damn it, tell me, what's the difference between glutinous rice balls and dumplings?"

"Do you want to eat glutinous rice balls or dumplings at night?" Getting used to the man's occasional irritability, Fang Jun pursed his lips and wiped the water off his hands with a tissue.

Squinting at the young man next to him, He Wen raised his eyelids, "I want to eat you."

"Okay." There was an obvious lightness in his tone, Fang Jun smiled and looked straight at He Wen.

He Wen frowned, thinking of his pathetic lower body, the blood all over his body showed signs of congealing.

Those paparazzi have been chasing him too closely lately, making it difficult to get in and out of the hospital, and he has a disease like male sexual dysfunction. If those paparazzi smell any traces and make a big deal of it, then he probably won't have to go out.

On December 25th, in the back corner of a movie theater in the North District of T City, the light was dim and the environment was comfortable.

Luc Besson once said: "Watching a good movie in the cinema is like kissing a beautiful girl, but watching it at home is at best a picture of kissing that girl."

There will be a resonance effect in the movie theater, laugh when you laugh, and sad when you are sad. This is the difference between watching movies at home and movie theaters.

Of course, there are also people who like to watch movies at home alone. Sometimes they will pull up the curtains, hold Coke and French fries, and enjoy that unique comfort.

He Wen leaned lazily on the back of his chair and watched the clips played on the screen. This was the first time he saw himself on the screen, and it felt a bit strange.

Fang Jun was sitting on the left, and Song Ziyu was sitting on the right. Both of them were silent, their eyes fell on the boy and the man on the screen. When they saw them lying on the bed under the quilt, they were very calm, at least on the surface. .

Suddenly a hand was patted on his shoulder behind him, He Wen frowned, and there was a small voice in his ear, "Brother Wen, I, baby."

When He Wen turned his head, he saw the girl in the back seat wearing a big red wool hat was looking at him with big bright eyes, and kept winking at him.

Looking around, and seeing that handsome face in the dim light, He Wen curled his lips, and the other side showed him a faint smile.

However, He Wen didn't know that in another corner of the movie theater, there was a teenager who had been staring at him, his eyes were persistent, obsessed, and burning.

After a while, the hustle and bustle around gradually disappeared, and some people were moved by it. They were immersed in the story of Lu Dong and Chen Zexi, and some people would inadvertently bring themselves into one of the characters, and the dusty past would follow. Emerging, you will recall those beautiful pasts, and you will also regret someone you missed in a certain year.

At the end of the movie, Chen Zexi went to Lu Dong's hometown, and the two embraced under the sky full of fireworks and kissed in the snow.

There were misunderstandings, struggles, and hesitation in the separation and reunion, but they did not let go of each other's hands.

Lu Dong is lucky, because Chen Zexi loves him and never gives up.

Chen Zexi is happy, because Lu Dong has a pure heart, and he is the only one he wants.

In the parking lot next to the movie theater, He Wen met Jian Jian, who seemed to be waiting for a while, with a smile on his lips and a teasing look.

Coincidentally, Song Ziyu also came over, with his hands in his pockets, and squinted at Jianming, his cold eyes swept over Shen Cheng and Fang Jun, and finally stopped on He Wen.

Several people gathered together again, and this time Shen Cheng was not absent.

Many things happened inexplicably. More than half an hour later, several people gathered around an Eight Immortals table and ate hot pot. The heat filled the whole box. So far, the atmosphere is quite peaceful.

"Ahem." Yu Bao, who was thinking about having a big meal, coughed from the hot mutton, and his eyes were about to burst into tears.

Mom, this is not eating hot pot, this is obviously eating arsenic, all of them are stern, and they look like they just returned from the funeral.

If she knew it was just a hot pot, she didn't need to face the pressure of being treated as an obstacle at any time, and she appeared here cheekily, cute and stupid.

Woooooo, a group of tall, rich and handsome eat hot pot, do you want to be so "liked"? !I was so moved that I wanted to cry.

"Brother Song, Brother Wen, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." Yu Bao wiped off the grease from his mouth with a tissue, got up and grabbed his bag, eager to leave.

"Go and ask the waiter for a bottle of Moutai." He Wen put a fish ball into his mouth and said something vaguely.

drink wine?Have love!Yu Bao's eyes lit up, he put the bag back in his hand, and said with a smile, "Baijiu, Moutai? I'll tell the waiter right now."

Soon, a bottle of fine Moutai was brought in and placed next to He Wen.

Yu Bao actively went to get the wine as if he had suddenly had a shot of chicken blood, and poured a full glass for He Wen and the others.

The atmosphere changed subtly. Several people drank wine in silence. The slightly sweet liquid filled their mouths and then slipped into their throats. The soft feeling spread out at any time.

Until Fang Jun picked up bean sprouts with chopsticks for He Wen, and put the leftovers from He Wen's bowl into his own bowl, the atmosphere in the private room suddenly changed.

Yu Bao immediately became full of energy, his eyes widened, shit!The main event is coming!

"Mr. Shen, the last time we met was two years ago." Jian Ming picked up the wine glass, with a smile on his face.

Shen Cheng raised his eyes, clinked glasses with him indifferently, and took a sip of the wine.

"Baby, I really can't underestimate you." The feet under the table rubbed against He Wen's calf, and laughed briefly.

He Wen smiled lightly, raised his leg and kicked him directly, and the next moment he saw Song Ziyu next to Jianming leisurely looking up at him, the tense lines on his face were slightly relaxed, and something in his eyes was swaying a little bit.

Knowing that he kicked the wrong person, He Wen frowned.

But at this moment, Song Ziyu said, "What are your plans?"

"A film company will be established before the end of the year, and the relevant procedures are already being completed." He Wen shrugged and smiled like a beast, "Do you want to come over?"

This sentence was undoubtedly a fuse, which instantly ignited the temperature of the box.

Song Ziyu raised his eyebrows lightly, looked at He Wen for a few moments, raised his chin slightly, and asked, "You want me to go over?"

He Wen didn't know whether he really didn't understand the meaning hidden in Song Ziyu's words, or he was just pretending not to understand, he said with a half-smile, "Having a popular star join, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages."

The two spoke in an official tone, and neither of them wanted to lower their profile.

Yu Bao watched anxiously from the side, looking at Song Ziyu with a hopeless look.

Brother Song, Xiao Shou is for chasing, but you are chasing!

"When?" Song Ziyu asked after a while of silence, his voice was still indifferent and a little arrogant, but there were imperceptible emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

The smile on He Wen's face remained undiminished, like a burning fire, "After you finish dealing with your affairs, you can come to me at any time."

Fang Jun beside him pressed the corners of his lips, chewing the seaweed in his mouth, suddenly the taste was not right, he raised his head and drank most of the wine left in the wine glass.

After eating the hot pot for more than an hour, Yu Bao's Christmas was gone. She shrugged her head and left with her bag in disappointment under Song Ziyu's cold eyes.

He Wen and the others stood by the side of the street, the snow was still falling, the cold wind was blowing, and the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, rushing home.

"Go to me." The tone of the inquiry, but the concise movements were surprisingly domineering, standing quietly between He Wen and Fang Jun, raising his arm to rest on He Wen's shoulder, but was caught by a hand stop.

Jian Ming withdrew her hand, her sharp blue eyes locked on Shen Cheng calmly, the other raised his eyelids, his eyes were deep.

The two men looked at each other, and the powerful coercion emanating from them had a suffocating sense of oppression.

Jian Ming asked coldly, "Do you want to take a gamble?"

"What are you betting on?" Shen Cheng responded in a deep voice, unable to hear much interest.

Glancing at He Wen, he smiled concisely, and his magnetic voice drew an undercurrent in the night air, "Bet on tonight."

Shen Cheng also went to see He Wen, and said without hesitation, "Okay."

The next moment, Song Ziyu and Fang Jun raised their heads, their eyes sparkled, and they also expressed their participation.

He Wen frowned, and glanced at the four of them expressionlessly, "Why don't you just increase the stakes?"

Several men looked at him together.

"Whoever loses will quit." He Wen raised the corners of his lips, with an unruly evil smile, so hot that people could drown in it.

The atmosphere cooled instantly, and in the snow, for a moment, fire burst out in the floating air.

Shen Cheng's deep eyes sank slightly, and he fell silent.

Frowning, Jian Jian glanced at the man with a flirtatious expression on his face, a little helpless.quit?Don't even think about it.

Fang Jun lowered his eyes, he dared not take this bet.

Song Ziyu pursed his lips, straightened his straight line, and looked at He Wen with indescribably complicated eyes.

"Why? Don't you dare?" He Wen sneered as he watched the people pretending to be deaf and dumb, his brows burst into anger, "Then shut up the fuck and go home."

"The road over there is blocked due to heavy snow, go to our place at night." He Wen stroked Shen Cheng's hair, just like this person, with a hard touch.

Shen Cheng glanced at him, walked to the side and made a phone call.

"He Wen, he seems to be going the same way as me?" Jian Jian raised one corner of his mouth, an angry lion.

"Don't you have several hotels under your banner?" He Wen squinted at the noble dog next to him, and spit out in a harsh tone, then went to look at Song Ziyu, "Are you going the same way as them?"

Song Ziyu lowered his eyes, there was no observable trace on his face, and he hummed unusually calmly.

What is face, in fact, sometimes can be lost.

"Then you can stay in a hotel." With a playful smile, there was a hint of sarcasm in He Wen's eyes.

The two men's eyes collided, their disgust and hostility were clear at a glance, they were silent for a few seconds, and they walked towards their respective parking places.

This is the second time, Shen Cheng went to Fang Jun's place with He Wen, but this time he didn't leave, but slept in the guest room for one night.

In the middle of the night, there were footsteps outside the room door. Shen Cheng, who was always very vigilant, woke up early, but he didn't open his eyes.

The footsteps of the visitor were very light, the door was gently closed, a corner of the quilt was lifted, and a cold body came in, with a familiar breath.

"Go to sleep." He Wen yawned, head to head with Shen Cheng, and fell asleep after a while.

In the darkness, Shen Cheng stretched out his arms, let He Wen pillow his arms, kissed the top of the other's hair, and closed his eyes.

The box office of "Holding Love" exceeded everyone's expectations, including Ye Huai.

In one fell swoop, he won four awards: Best Screenplay, Best Actor, Best Newcomer, and Best Director.

It was the first time He Wen stood on the podium, and he only said one sentence, "I deserve this award."

Extremely arrogant and self-confident.

It attracted warm applause and applause from the actors in the audience, which may be their heartfelt voice every time.It's just that they have scruples and burdens, and they dare not speak out their true thoughts directly like this.

"The smile on your face really deserves a beating." After He Wen sat back on the chair, Ye Huai who was beside him pushed his glasses and lowered his voice ironically.

"However, this is you." Ye Huai said again, "Congratulations."

"We will have opportunities to cooperate in the future." He Wen smiled, his narrowed eyes were full of crazy enthusiasm and unbridled enthusiasm.

Then the newcomer award winner Shi Feng was presented. He did not have the arrogance of He Wen.

Shi Feng suppressed all the emotions in his slender eyes, stood on the stage and looked down, his eyes passed over those people and stopped on one of them, "Here I want to say, thank you for encouraging me and teaching me what love is."

Everyone would think that Shi Feng was referring to his relatives, and probably only He Wen, who was stared at by those overly familiar eyes, and Ye Huai, who had always been quiet, knew.

what is love?He Wen told Shi Feng that love is unscrupulous and extremely possessive.

"When I stand on the highest place, I will prove to you that I can give you the life you want." Shi Feng withdrew his gaze and smiled at the host beside him.

"He will be more popular than Song Ziyu." Ye Huai's glasses flashed a gleam of light, and calmly said a word that could shock the entire film and television circle, "Standing shoulder to shoulder with An Chen may be even more so."

An Chen is a myth in the circle, a well-deserved actor, an absolute box office guarantee, and a homosexual recognized by movie fans. He and his lover have registered their marriage abroad, and he is the envy of many people.

He Wen didn't say anything, but narrowed his glasses slightly, with a half-smile.

The domestic gay film market has set off a wave because of "Holding Love", and some directors have begun to follow suit, so gay films of various themes with similar themes are vying to surface.

Shi Feng's social status has been rising all the way, and his daily schedule is very full. He is already a senior and his popularity in the school has risen for a while.

New Vision did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to build him, package him, and even set up several gossip targets for him.

The end of the year is approaching, and the taste of the year is getting stronger.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the office was adjusted just right. The white porcelain cup was steaming, and the aroma of black tea was wafting in the office. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the goose feather snow fell heavily, and the snowflakes fell on the glass and quickly melted into water droplets.

He Wen sat on the leather chair and idly turned the pen in his hand. The person sitting opposite him was a young man, probably in his early twenties.

In today's society, a group of people with dreams gather together to fight for the same goal.

They may not have had any intersection before, but this does not hinder the passion that those people should have in their bones.

This young man is the representative of those people, Huang Hao, a college student, ordinary second degree, ordinary major, but full of talent, the most important thing is to have his own unique insights.

In front of He Wen was a script. He spent a few days reading it carefully, and the first feeling was that there was still more to say.

Although it is less rigorous and standardized than Ye Huai, it has more possibilities, boldness, passion, and innovation, which Ye Huai does not have.

He Wen dare to say that it is difficult for anyone else to accept this script except him.

Because it is a gamble, this is a [-]% gamble that you will lose.

And what he wanted was the [-]% win.

He Wen said up to 200 million, but the young man flatly vetoed it, saying that the price offered by others was much higher.

"This number is the only thing I can give you." He Wen spread his hands, showing a helpless expression, "You can also see that my company has just been established, so it is impossible to spend too much money."

Huang Hao clasped his hands, hesitated, he gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. He, to be honest, a company gave a very high number for this script yesterday, but they said they would revise it later."

"I and my partners worked hard and spent more than two years to complete this. We don't want our own things to be changed. Can you..."

"Are you interested in creating miracles with me?" He Wen stood up and walked in front of Huang Hao with a smile on his lips, with a blazing fire, looking down on the world.

This is the first film that He Wen created in the film company he belongs to, from scratch to becoming a legend.

"The Third Kind of Love" tells about those things in the entertainment circle, there are unknown secrets, blood and tears behind the glamor on the screen.

This movie reflects the relationship between people, emotion, trust, ugliness and weakness of human nature.

He Wen didn't give too many opinions on the selection of directors and main actors, because he felt that the interlacing was like a mountain, and he didn't involve in those fields and left them to more professional people.

Fang Jun is very familiar with the affairs in the industry, so he can know who is suitable for the role in this movie.

He would discuss work matters with He Wen. Most of the time, the two could argue for a few words, and then Fang Jun chose to back down. This was almost a habit.

In the end, the director decided on a newcomer who had only directed one micro-movie. Fang Jun said that he would be a worthy candidate.

He Wen also agreed, willing to support and train new people, but the premise must be his own people, so he once again relied on his mouth, the current salary and the kind of self-confidence that can burn everything to convince the other party.

In order to save some expenses, He Wen in "The Third Kind of Love" took the lead and acted as one of the leading actors in this drama. Compared with the previous two dramas, this time it can be said that he played in his true colors.

The other actors are not top-notch, and this film does not have any big stars. He Wen is the filmmaker and producer for the first time.

He analyzed the current market situation, and finally set aside 50W as promotional expenses. The actor's remuneration, the daily expenses of the crew, etc. piled up together, which is not a small amount of money.

That day, He Wen was discussing the script with Fang Jun, Huang Hao, and a few leading actors, when he received a concise phone call, saying that he wanted to join as an investor.

If you want to sleep, someone will hand you a pillow. He Wen agreed to the concise proposal, and the business will be clearly divided.

There was a knock on the door, followed by assistant Xiao Liu's voice, "Brother Wen, someone is looking for you downstairs."

The company doesn't call Boss He Wen. They like to call him Brother Wen because of the feeling that He Wen makes them feel like one, without the restraint and pressure of superiors and subordinates.

Of course, this was when He Wen was not angry.

He Wen raised his eyebrows, "Who?"

"A man." Xiao Liu scratched his hair, and glanced at Fang Jun intentionally or unintentionally, "A very handsome man."