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Until the recording of the show, Jiang Lie never came to him again.

Qianye understood what Jiang Lie meant. After all, they had loved each other like brothers for so many years, and suddenly found that his younger brother's feelings for him were love with lust from beginning to end, and he always needed time to calm down.

However, he still felt that it was unnecessary.

He has always been calm. If he is not calm, he will not be able to survive in the embattled entertainment circle, nor will he be able to stand at the highest place.

The entertainment industry is an invisible battlefield. The likes of supporters, the hatred of resisters, and even the perceptions of passers-by, all emotions can be turned into swords under human manipulation, wantonly stabbing those who want to hurt.

He was able to persevere, and he was able to make the rumors attacking him into a game to play, never relying on other people's comfort, but on himself.

No matter how many storms aroused on the Internet, it did not stop Tian Lai Zhi Yin from starting recording on time.

It started to rain at eight o'clock in the morning, Qianye got into the car in a daze, didn't bother to wipe the ends of his hair wet, and hid like a cat in a pile of pillows in the back seat, trying to catch up with the sleepiness that hadn't completely dissipated. He returned to the cage again, but was ruthlessly arrested by Shen Jia.

"Master, wake up, you haven't put on makeup yet."

"..." Qianye didn't open his eyes, "Let's just melt like this."

"There's no way to melt this way."

Qianye was very peaceful: "From now on, don't think of me as Qianye, but as Sleeping Beauty. I was sealed by a witch, and I don't have the ability to open my eyes."

Few people in the entertainment industry get enough sleep. Qianye has more things to do, and his sleep time is squeezed even more. Every time he wakes up, it is a need to do makeup and styling for him. A matter of wits.

Even though Qianye's cheating brother is cute, Shen Jia ruthlessly rejected his very unreasonable and extremely reasonable words - reasonable refers to the three words "Sleeping Beauty".

Qianye was pulled up again, but this time he didn't fall down again, and worked with the make-up artist up to the end.

"Okay," makeup artist Li Li has followed him since Qianye's debut, and she knows his demeanor very well. She didn't even take more than 10 minutes to put on makeup and hairdo. Xu Xu stroked Qianye's hair, "Go to sleep baby, I will allow you to sleep for another 10 minutes."

"Thank you so much." Qianye propped his chin lazily, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The car window was not open, and the sky was not very clear, but it was very subtle. At the moment when he bent his eyes, those tiny powder dusts that fell on his eyelashes suddenly turned into stars falling on his eyelashes. .

No matter how many times you watch it, Li Li will praise the beauty: "Why don't you sleep?"

"I'm afraid that my hairstyle will be crushed." Qianye said, "Did you do this kind of hairstyle that collapses on purpose on purpose?"

Li Li laughed.

After such a tossing meal, there was not much drowsiness left. Qianye no longer struggled, took the vegetable sandwich that Shen Jia handed over, frowned and ate breakfast slowly, and began to think about the upcoming variety show recording.

Jiang Lie hasn't contacted him all this time, which made him have a very bad intuition - it would be great if Jiang Lie could just give up, but unfortunately he won't, this bastard has planned for so long, he will definitely be waiting for him somewhere .

Where will he wait?

After thinking about it for a long time, Qianye could only fix the answer on variety shows.

After he finished his breakfast, the car parked smoothly in the underground garage of the recording venue. Before he got out of the car, he heard the sound of taking photos.

Qianye turned his head, the manager and the driver looked at the sea of ​​people outside, and said in unison: "Don't get out of the car yet."

Qianye's every move has attracted much attention, not to mention the recording of the Sound of Nature, the other three mentors have been in contact with him directly or indirectly, which is fundamentally important for gossip entertainment media companies that mainly focus on traffic. The big cake was delivered to the door. The entertainment media went crazy when they heard the news. They had been looking forward to it for a long time and finally waited until today. In order to take a picture of his expression when he got out of the car, the paparazzi of various entertainment reporters stayed in the garage in advance yesterday and waited for the rabbit.

Fans also stood aside with light signs and waited.

The manager skillfully called a team of security guards to evacuate the crowd. Qianye put on sunglasses and a mask to completely cover his face, and pushed the door to get off.

"Grass." A paparazzi saw his outfit and cursed in a low voice, "He wasn't like this before!"

"Doesn't this just show that this variety show is very unusual for Qianye?" Another paparazzi's mind was spinning rapidly, making up a love-hate drama in the entertainment industry that could be serialized on TV for ten years, "Whatever Alright, pat pat, turn around and say that Qianye is facing the enemy of this variety show, and actually showed up at the recording venue in full armor."

"Wow, brother, you are so clever."

"Ten years old paparazzi, there are only things I can't photograph, and nothing I can't think of." Another paparazzi was triumphant.

In comparison, the shouting of the fan group is very simple.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa whoa! Brother Qianye!"

"Brother, you are so handsome today! I love you, love you, love you!"

There was even a heart-piercing cry: "Woo--! My wife is so beautiful today!"

"..." Qianye paused for a very short moment, no one except himself could notice it, and then continued to walk forward without changing his face.

"Qianye Qianye Qianye, we love you ahhhh!"

There were too many people, and the security guards surrounded him, he didn't dare to stay, and he didn't have time to stop to say a word, so when he heard the fans shouting, he quickly raised his hand and made a "OK" gesture.

Fortunately, the fans holding the camera didn't dare to put it down for a moment, so they had time to freeze his gesture on the screen.

After entering the elevator, Qianye stood in the corner without saying a word, looking at himself reflected in the elevator mirror.

He didn't think too much, it was just a habit after being chased and intercepted every time, and his manager Shen Jia Li Li was also used to it, he didn't say anything, and stood beside him quietly.

The elevator was too quiet, and the security guard who came in together felt very awkward, and quietly looked at the person standing in the farthest corner from the mirror.

Brother Anbao is old enough to not chase stars, nor pay attention to the endless flow of idols, but he knows Qianye, because his daughter is very fond of him, he will buy his albums, collect his posters and magazines, and every time the eldest brother picks up his daughter from school When they got home, the little girl would tune out Qianye's song and sing along.

The eldest brother also knew about Qianye's height, 1.8 meters five, very tall, and he was also known as the king of heavenly kings when performing on stage.

Such a person should be difficult to get close to, but only when he stood in front of him, could he find that the sense of oppression from him was almost zero—whether it was height or aura, he tried to make himself appear gentle.

Because the place of work is quite special, and I have been dealing with the entertainment industry all the year round, my eldest brother has been in contact with many celebrities, and many small celebrities with no names and surnames have to put on a big picture, a posture of reluctance to come down to earth, as if I am not here to work, It's here to save sentient beings.

Even if they are famous, they rarely pay attention to the idea of ​​security. Celebrities are so busy, they come and go in a hurry, they don’t touch the ground, they are billed by the second, and it is tiring to switch emotions frequently. Who has time? Concerned about security guards who have never met before and never saw each other again within a few minutes?

There are very few people like Qianye.

The eldest brother's affection for him increased sharply, and he couldn't help but said: "You are the big star Qianye, right? My daughter likes you very much, and she plays your songs at home every day."

Qianye's equipment was too strict, so he couldn't see his expression, but the eldest brother felt that he must be smiling, because his mask moved up slightly.

"Thank you," Qianye said with a hint of a smile in his voice, "I hope my song can make you happy every day."

The elevator opened with a "ding", and this floor was the recording venue for the sound of sounds of nature. Outside the door was the staff of the production team. There was no need to worry about being surrounded, and the security guards did not go out with them.

Qianye took off his sunglasses and mask, and said "thank you" as he walked past the security guard.

"Brother, brother, brother!" Seeing him, there was a burst of cheers from the backstage, and the cameraman in charge of shooting the sideshow immediately turned his camera and followed behind him.

Qianye greeted each other one by one, and walked to the lounge with his name on the door plate.

If it is for the sake of hype and to maximize the flow that the word "Qianye" can bring, Zhou Yin and Xie Jinyan's nameplates should be hung on both sides of his lounge. I believe many viewers will be happy to hear this.

However, no one's nameplates lined his lounge at all.

Qianye blinked, and opened the door thoughtfully.

The room has the most normal furnishings, the dressing table rests on the sofa, what's different is that there is probably one more person.

Qianye closed the door behind him without hesitation.

"..." The other people who were locked outside were almost confronted head-on, but they couldn't figure out why, so they had to look at each other, exchanging their inner doubts with their eyes.

What happened to Brother Qianye?

I do not know?

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Jiang Lie was not in a hurry, and put the baby's breath into the round vase without haste, then turned his head and looked straight at Qianye: "Brother."

His tone was very obedient, but Qianye knew what kind of fierce beast was hidden under his obedient skin, so he didn't like it at all: "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to send you flowers," Jiang Lie whispered, "Just celebrate our first cooperation."

Gypsophila is Qianye's favorite flower. Each flower looks small, but when gathered in a bunch, it looks extra rich, as if it can gather all the springtime that is wandering in the world.

Qianye would not spread his emotions to innocent things, and nodded clearly: "I have received the flowers, you can go."

Really callous.

Jiang Lie rolled his eyes: "Brother, do you treat other fans like this?"

"Are you my fan?"

"Yeah, I've always been your most loyal fan. I don't know how to climb walls or take off fans. I only follow you and watch your concerts—isn't that considered a fan?"

After he said a word, he took a step in Qianye's direction, and at the end, he also walked in front of Qianye.

His tone was sincere and determined, and no one could doubt it.

Qianye leaned slightly, and with only a small arc, she was about to touch the tip of his nose.

Jiang Lie lowered his eyes, and curled up his fingers hidden behind him one by one, but his body remained motionless.

Qianye raised his eyebrows, and his tone was the same as before, gentle and familiar: "Brother?"

Jiang Lie rolled his Adam's apple, and instinctively responded in a low voice: "Ah?"

"You agreed," Qianye straightened up, and in a second he returned to a clear-cut attitude, saying very unreasonably, "I'm so sorry, you can only have one status with me, so do you want to be a younger brother or not?" Want to be a fan?"

Jiang Lie: "..."