Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

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Come again to "Hey! In the recording studio of "RealStar", An Ran and Mo Bajue felt a little depressed, especially when they thought that this was the last episode of the scriptures, it was even more complicated.

The reason for An Ran's displeasure is very simple.

This show didn't leave a good impression on him from the beginning to the end. He hit himself to the bottom all at once. No matter who he is, he is not in a good mood. He only wished that the TV station would be blown up.

But An Ran couldn't figure out the reason for Mo Bajue's anger.

Is it also because others bullied him?

Judging from the protective mentality of this fool, this is not impossible.

Although there was only a blank face along the way, no different from the past, but after being together for so long, An Ran could still see the difference between the expressionless angry and expressionless happy.

"Hello." Standing side by side in the elevator, An Ran couldn't help but ask, "Are you unhappy?"

Mo Bajue cast a glance at him, and said flatly, "No."

"..."

This has reached a level of displeasure.

It was his own decision to agree to the show with the two of them, wasn't it?

What is there to be unhappy about?

Could it be because I didn't have XXOO with him last night and refused to give him OOXX, the last two of them can only have XXOO... He felt that he didn't have fun?

An Ran was embarrassed by his inexplicable guess.

"You in the end..."

An Ran frowned and was about to ask again, when the elevator dinged and reached the floor of the recording studio.

The metal door opened slowly, and Mo Bajue stepped out with calm eyes, An Ran twitched the corners of his mouth, and had to follow suit.

The director of the program was also in a very bad mood... No, it should be said that that kind of mood is called dying anxiety, which is exactly the same as the prisoner before the execution ground.

"Hey! "RealStar" is actually just the one with the lowest cost among his numerous programs, so being regarded as the program does not have a big impact on him, but when he thinks of today's guests - the master who was almost killed by his own program and the one who tore his face for safety. Mo Bajue, he thought it would be better to kill himself in the first place.

On this day, he arrived at the recording studio early, replaced all the props related to the last show, and seriously warned all the staff, absolutely not to mention all the words related to the last time, including "judgment", "juvenile", "truth". "Wait, wages will be deducted for offenders!"

At this moment, he is hastily dragging the screen of the trial seat out last time. This is the last thing that reminds people of that episode of the show. Just get rid of it...

The elevator not far away dinged, and the assistant weakly informed him that the enemy was coming.

"..."

The choreographer's hand holding the screen trembled, and the screen fell to the ground with a bang.

Mo Bajue and An Ran walked in one after the other.

An Ran glanced at the screen, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "What is this? Another trial? What about the boy? Where is he hiding? What kind of truth do you want to reveal this time?"

……

Judgment, boy, truth...

The photographer turned out from the toilet at the corner, and before he could see who was coming, he yelled angrily, "Who dares to say those words? Don't want wages?!"

For a moment, the recording studio was quiet.

After a long silence, the director wanted to cry and said without tears, "I, I want to destroy all these things, so that you won't be upset after reading it..."

An Ran raised his eyebrows.

"Do not bother."

Mo Bajue, who had been silent all along, suddenly said, "You should destroy yourself."

"..."

The director really cried this time.

After entering the dressing room, Mo Bajue remained expressionless and silent.

An Ran's brain hurts from thinking about it, but he doesn't know where to ask. He sits on the sofa idly thinking hard, and accidentally thinks of the guess about XXOO, which leads to associations. This position, that position...

It wasn't until someone came in through the door that the question was finally answered.

Xiao Xiaowai stood at the door awkwardly, his eyes full of embarrassment.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Looking at each other speechlessly, An Ran glanced at Mo Bajue, whose face had darkened by three shades in an instant, and finally realized.

This guy...is he jealous?

I couldn't help but wanted to laugh, but when I saw Xiao Xiaowai, my muscles became stiff as if they had lost their contraction function, and I couldn't tell what kind of feeling I was feeling in my heart. Anyway, I was definitely not happy.

Strictly speaking, Xiao Xiaowai's whole person is like an order, and as soon as he appears, it will make him feel sad instinctively.

Just like the past so many years.

"Long time no see." An Ran glanced at him indifferently as a greeting.

Xiao Xiaowai immediately came back to his senses, and hurriedly said submissively, "Ah, long time no see..."

Mo Bajue didn't speak, just looked at his legs meaningfully.

Last time, he should have been tied to the back of the car and dragged away, but seeing him appearing alive and kicking now is an eyesore.

He once mentioned that matter to An Ran, and An Ran's reaction to this was silence.

I don't know if it hurts?

He lowered his eyes lightly, but his mind was turning back and forth, completely unlike the calm on his face.

It's rare that he seems to care about his feelings, but he is so jealous. If An Ran understands his doubts, he will probably laugh hard.

At that time, he was silent because he was surprised that people like Mo Bajue would do such childish things. If he had to say it, he would appreciate directly killing people who didn't like him with a car.

It is true that a broken pot needs a rotten lid.

Neither of them is a good thing in their bones.

If the mood of the director is that of a prisoner before execution, then Xiao Xiaowai is probably the unlucky one who is being executed at this moment.

The only show was also suspended, and the sales of singles were bleak. Recently, he couldn't even get a few decent roles, and they were all cannon fodder who showed their faces and died. Only then did he realize that his path was smooth in the past. , Now it is called real adversity.

It's not that he didn't know how An Ran helped him in the past, but he always felt that those things were nothing more than a word to him, as easy as the change that a passer-by gave to a beggar.

Without An Ran, I realized that those were not small change, but gold bars.

But I have already wasted it as change.

Sometimes I wonder if the current miserable situation is An Ran's revenge?Every time he met Shen Cheng in the A&M building, the other party always had a cold and disgusted expression on his face, which made him feel like walking on eggshells in the company.

Who is Shen Cheng?The gold medal broker who holds the company's shares, people he dislikes, even the boss has to go around.

There was no resentment, but a sudden melancholy.

Looking at the relationship between An Ran and Mo Bajue, no matter how dull he is, he can feel the unusual aura. Recalling all the things An Ran treated him in the past, he also has a little understanding of his mood at the time, although it is very vague .

But that's all in the past.

Xiao Xiaowai smiled stiffly, "How is the senior doing?"

An Ran's eyes flickered for a moment, and Mo Bajue's face was as calm as water from the corner of his eye, and he smiled lightly, "It's better than you."

"...be better than me."

Xiao Xiaowai smiled wryly, and secretly said in his heart, who could be worse than me now?

There are 2 minutes left in the show, and the host and guests are seated.

The director said cautiously from the side, "No matter what unpleasantness there was in the past, it's all in the past. Now the show is off the air. For the sake of the last episode...the two of you are merciful."

An Ran shrugged, "I will try my best."

The choreographer looked expectantly at Mo Bajue.

The latter said lightly, "I think I've always been kind."

……

The temperature in the recording studio plummeted to freezing point.

The content of the program is very simple.

Routine provocative review of the VCR, the three of them quietly watched the show go all the way, from the mediocre to the extraordinary excitement after Mo Bajue joined, and finally returned to silence, except for Xiao Xiaowai's eye circles secretly turning red, The two looked indifferent, as if they didn't even bother to say a word of comfort.

In order to avoid the silence, Xiao Xiaowai had no choice but to express himself to the camera, and then return to the topic, just chatting as usual.

"The relationship between the two is very good. This is already well-known, but I'm curious, what was the impression of each other when the two met for the first time?"

"Him?" An Ran thought for a moment, then pointed his fingers, "You idiot, you have no brains, you don't know what to do, you're a farmer, you're running Tu..."

"Run, Runtu?" Xiao Xiaowai opened his mouth wide.

"Have you learned it in elementary school textbooks? The one who tortured small animals with a steel fork in the middle of the night."

"Uh……"

Seeing Xiao Xiaowai's speechless face, An Ran raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong with Runtu? Isn't there a movie called "Watermelon Field"? The classic line in it: Everyone has a watermelon field in their hearts. Moonlight , Tiandi, Runtu baby..."

"..."

Xiao Xiaowai turned Fengzhong's messy face to Mo Bajue, "What about you?"

"The first time we met...it must be a surprise." Mo Bajue didn't even think about it, "Because my dad likes to play his songs in the watermelon fields."

"...Is your father a fan of An Ran?"

"Well, they have a lot in common when it comes to music."

Xiao Xiaowai said reverently, "Your father can also play the piano? It's amazing."

An Ran stared at Mo Bajue with teary eyes.

The other party turned a blind eye and said leisurely, "He can play cotton."

"..."

He knew it, he knew it... when he talked about the piano, he knew that the damn cotton would show up!

An Ran said with a stinky face, "Hey, watch your words, do you think I don't exist?"

Mo Bajue replied calmly, "I've already noticed."

……

So what are you going to say if you don't pay attention?

Xiao Xiaowai was at a loss as he watched the two openly bicker on the show, and said in a panic, "Well, no, don't quarrel..."

An Ran and Mo Bajue were startled at the same time, turned their heads and asked in unison, "Arguing?"

"..."

Xiao Xiaowai decided to bite his fist.

In fact, this kind of interaction is also very interesting. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the relationship between the two is really good, so they come and go with each other unscrupulously, so cute that the girls in front of the TV are dying.

The editor-director burst into tears watching the ratings soar again.

His own script has long been trampled by unorganized and undisciplined guests.

But after all, it was in front of the camera, and some things were still covered up, so even Xiao Xiaowai seemed to join the topic happily, and the three of them seemed to chat easily.

"Speaking of which, there is a question that many fans and netizens are very curious about." Xiao Xiaowai said with a smile, "I remember that on the day Mr. Mo made his debut, An Ran once said that the two did not know each other. It is because Bajue injured An Ran that he had the opportunity to enter this circle... Some people say that Bajue's attitude towards An Ran is that of 'hitting is love, scolding is love', what do you think?"

An Ran twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'm not interested in SM at all."

"What do you think of Bajue?"

Mo Bajue frowned, and said slowly, "There are so many people who call 'fuck your sister' in this world, who really wants to marry her?"

fuck your sister...

fuck your sister...

fuck your sister...

The director wept and collapsed to the ground.

An Ran turned away expressionlessly, and said seriously, "This is a live broadcast."

Mo Bajue raised his eyebrows, "So?"

"Don't swear casually."

Mo Bajue said innocently, "I'm just giving an example."

Xiao Xiaowai said weakly, "Let's change the example..."

"Then what are you doing?"

Xiao Xiaowai was stunned.

Mo Bajue changed the wording and started again, "There are so many people who fuck you in this world, who really loves you?"

Xiao Xiaowai clenched his fist and burst into tears, "You pretend I didn't say anything."

"Then you were farting just now?"

"..."

The conversation continued in a gust of wind.

Xiao Xiaowai began to chat about Han An's new film.

The movie has attracted widespread attention because of its strong star lineup and topical (corrupt?) plot, and the box office has been all the way to the top of the list of movies in the same period, which can be said to be a complete victory.

At the same time, there are also heated discussions on the Internet about the relationship between the two brothers in the story.

"Some people say that Ning Che, played by An Ran, loves not the heroine Su Lan, but his elder brother Shang Qing from the beginning to the end... I think this kind of argument is very interesting and very novel. You guys have no idea about the character you played. How is the relationship handled? An Ran played Ning Che in a fragile and distressing way, and the eyes she cast on Shang Qing seemed to be more focused than when she looked at Su Lan, do you also think that the person Ning Che loves is Shang Qing?"

"There are also different types of love." An Ran said lightly, "Ning Che from my understanding is in love with Su Lan, but that kind of love is different from the feeling for Shang Qing. He chased Shang Qing since he was a child, and looked at his elder brother I want to get his love, but I am always disappointed, that kind of feeling is special, mixed with family affection, longing, if we talk about love, the moment of heartache is probably the same."

Xiao Xiaowai was silent for a while, "I remember a scene in the movie, that is, when Shang Qing decided to send him to burn the mountain, he said that if he did it himself, he was afraid that the retribution would be on Su Lan. Although it was only a few seconds, But the moment when Ning Che's eyes turned red, it really made people feel distressed."

An Ran spread his hands and said, "The so-called love and hate, one can't ask for it, and the other can't bear it. If Ning Che could choose, he would rather not have Su Lan in this world. In this way, even if he faces his ruthless brother forever, it is better than knowing that he knows how to be gentle." of."

……

Half an hour will soon pass.

The happiness in disguise is also coming to an end.

Xiao Xiaowai hid the disappointment in his eyes and said with a smile, "An Ran seems to have a clear understanding of feelings, so what do you think love is?"

Mo Bajue's fingers quietly contracted into fists.

An Ran glanced at him nonchalantly, and suddenly asked Xiao Xiaowai, "I remember you had a dog, right? Very small, a Teddy dog."

Unexpectedly, he would ask himself such a question, Xiao Xiaowai froze for a moment, then nodded.

At that time, I really wanted to raise a dog like this, so An Ran bought it as a gift for himself, but because he was too careless, he died without taking good care of it.

Xiao Xiaowai pursed his lips.

An Ran seemed to recall the past too, but he didn't indulge in it. He just continued, "You know what? Dogs, no matter how bad you treat them, you can leave them alone or starve them. Okay, but, as long as you smile at it, it will still wag its tail desperately and pounce on you, I think, probably this is love.”

Mo Bajue raised his eyebrows when he thought of all the things he had done to Xiao Xiaowai in the past, "So you love a dog?

"That's why I love you."

……

Mo Bajue was stunned.

The director was also stunned.

All the staff and all the audience in front of the TV were all stunned.

Xiao Xiaowai stuffed both fists into his mouth.

An Ran continued leisurely, "After much deliberation, it's better to use this method to cut off your cheating, so that I don't have to worry about those people who surround you and wink at you every day, and I don't even have the position to be jealous. Put it on your face."

"..."

Mo Bajue's gaze softened slowly, and the corners of his lips curled up with an unbearable smile, "You never said you were jealous."

An Ran looked at him with disdain, "You never said that when you were jealous."

Mo Bajue was rarely choked, and said helplessly, "Next time you do something amazing, say hello to me first... I will be so scared that my heart will stop."

"Before you hurt someone with your mouth, will you say 'you are mentally prepared, I'm going to poison you'?"

"……Won't."

"So," An Ran firmly vetoed, "That's impossible."

Xiao Xiaowai finally came back to his senses, let go of his fisted mouth, and said stiffly, "You..."

"Oh, right."

An Ran proudly grabbed Mo Bajue's collar, gave him a sweet "tweet" on his lips, and then made a triumphant gesture to the camera, "We're out."

Mo Bajue couldn't laugh or cry when he provoked him, and raised his hand to rub his hair.

"Hey, hey, my hairstyle!"

Mo Bajue smiled and sighed, "Idiot."

After being silent for a while, Xiao Xiaowai said with complicated eyes, "Aren't you worried?"

"Worried?" Mo Bajue looked away from An Ran, thought for a while, and said seriously, "I'm really worried."

An Ran was surprised, "What are you worried about? I don't care about quitting the entertainment industry."

"..."

Xiao Xiaowai was once again shocked by his frankness.

"Originally, I only had to worry about female rivals," Mo Bajue said with a wry smile, "now I even have to worry about men."

"..."

By the time everyone came back to their senses, the show was over.

Countless reporters swarmed in from outside the TV station. NICK and Shen Cheng rushed over angrily almost at the same time, and then got stuck on the door frame at the same time.

"Get out of the way!" Nick blushed.

"You give way first." Shen Cheng said impatiently.

"Get out, get out, get out first!" NICK stomped his feet angrily.

Du Yan, who brought NICK over, said speechlessly, "What time is it, please don't be so childish?"

Shen Cheng grabbed NICK's collar and threw it into his arms, straightened the messy hem, "This is a matter of face."

A confrontation between the brokers of the two major companies?Du Yan helplessly supported his forehead.

An Ran and Mo Bajue appeared calmly under everyone's suspicious eyes.

It was so calm that Xingshi asked the trio to be speechless for a while.

"Well... probably can't go outside." NICK said with difficulty, "It's all reporters."

An Ran let out an "oh", "Then let them in."

"..."

"Actually, there's nothing to ask, right? Just take a few photos and hear us confess our sexual orientation."

"..."

An Ran pulled Mo Bajue and walked past the three stone statues.

Dealing with reporters is indeed not easy, but since there is no intention of avoiding it, it is much easier to deal with the matter.

With the cooperation of the parties, photos of the two holding hands were soon posted on the covers of major magazines and newspapers.

Mo Bajue and An Ran were besieged in the small apartment and could not go out for three full days.

The two leaned back to back on the sofa, An Ran sighed weakly, "If I knew it earlier, I would have used a gentler way..."

Mo Bajue lowered his head to read the book, and asked lightly, "For example?"

"First show them that we hold hands, then show them that we live together, and finally we kiss on the cheek or something..."

"Are you going to spend your whole life coming out?"

"..."

Mo Bajue put down the book, hugged him into his arms with a smile, and kissed his hair, "That's good."

"Well, sooner or later you will be tired, just like we are now..." An Ran stretched.

Mo Bajue looked at the looming white waistline under the loose T-shirt, his eyes darkened, and he asked indifferently, "Are you tired?"

An Ran rested her head on his lap without opening her eyes, "Nonsense, aren't you tired?"

"It's true that I'm not very tired." Mo Bajue pinched his chin and lifted it up, and kissed him lightly.

"Fuck, it's my turn this time, right? Well... you bastard..."

"...Ah...you fucking be gentle...it hurts!"

"Damn... ah... you're never finished... my waist..."

The next day, the headline of a certain magazine was a blurry photo of two figures rolling on the sofa.

An Ran and Mo Bajue were walking on the way back from the supermarket, still couldn't help being angry, "Fuck! It's you, you forgot to draw the curtain!"

The man beside him raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

"...Prick, oh."

Mo Bajue patted his head in satisfaction, "Take it as a lifetime plan to come out."

An Ran was furious, "My life's plan has come true, what else can I do?"

"Yes." Mo Bajue took one of his hands and stuffed them into his windbreaker pocket, smiling, "I will cherish you for the rest of my life."

The afternoon sun shone transparently, warm and peacefully showering on the two people who embraced each other.

On the quiet path, the voices of the two became farther and farther away.

"Hey, idiot, can I be up there tonight?"

"Yes." The clasped hands played with each other's fingertips in their pockets, "My dad will be here later, if you don't mind him watching..."

"Damn! You lied to me again!"

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