Star II

After getting off the plane, I turned off the airplane mode to see the message that Uncle Joe sent me.

He said that there were too many reporters at the airport today, so he asked his little apprentice to pick him up because he was afraid of being recognized. He attached a photo of his ID card. The man in the photo is about 25, with thick lips and dark skin.

I put away my phone, listened to the screams in the airport, looked at the banners flying in front of me, and lingered for a second on the face of the handsome man on the huge poster. New big star.

When a celebrity returns to China, there are naturally countless reporters and fans waiting for him. Although Uncle Qiao is not a celebrity, he is my mother's assistant.

Dragging my luggage, I paced slowly at the international exit, trying to find the only name that belonged to me among the countless light signs.

During the search, I couldn't help but meet a few girls holding the fiery red "Yan" signboards. They blushed suddenly and stopped talking. They secretly looked at me and talked in a low voice. He sent a text message to the number given by Uncle Qiao.

—Here I am, denim jacket and black peaked cap.

After sending the message, I looked up again, only to see a few more pink faces in front of me.

I watched a few girls who were about my age push back and forth and pinch and pinch to block in front of me, looking like they were hesitant to talk.

I didn't know how long they were going to push back, so I had to be the first to speak: "Is there something wrong?"

The leading girl glanced at me and quickly lowered her head, saying with a somewhat excited voice, "We are 'Huo Miao', are you brother Haoyan's younger brother?"

"No, you have identified the wrong person."

After clarifying the misunderstanding, I raised my leg and was about to go around them, but I was stopped again.

"Yes, I'm sorry," a different girl spoke to me this time, "Because you are so handsome, we thought you were a trainee who came out with brother Haoyan." Shall I give you your name, I will definitely support you in the future!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the girls expressed that they would cheer for me.

The intention is good, but it is used in the wrong place.

"Sorry, you have the wrong person."

After repeating it for the last time, I stopped talking. I spotted a whiteboard out of the corner of my eye and walked straight over.

Above is my English name - Ian.

I stopped in front of him and looked at his appearance, yes, it was the person in the photo.

Reaching out to him, I said, "Hi Mr. Gu, I'm Xu Yien."

Gu An, the life assistant newly hired by my mother, stared at me blankly for a while, but didn't dare to shake my hand, and said stammeringly, "Hello, Young Master Xu."

I withdrew my hand indifferently: "Just call me Yi En, and I'll call you Brother Gu?"

Gu An grinned and said with a sneer: "Master Yi En."

I suspected that this person had watched too many TV shows, so I corrected him a few times but failed, so I let him go.

He took my luggage and led me to the parking lot. He drove a low-key black car. When he put the luggage in the trunk, he smiled and said that I didn't look like a big star with so little luggage.

I said, "I'm not a star."

He admitted that he had made a slip of the tongue and hurriedly said sorry, occupational disease.

I didn't care. I sat in the back seat, took off my hat, and sent a message to my mother. She was busy and didn't reply.

When Gu An got into the driver's seat, he looked at his phone first, probably reporting to Uncle Qiao.

"Master, do you want to listen to music?" Gu An put down his phone and turned to me.

"Thank you for light music," I rubbed my neck, "Is it you and me during this time?"

"Yes, the program team has already made arrangements. You can take a good rest today, and we can talk again tomorrow." Gu An said, "Don't worry, I will not disappoint you and Uncle Qiao's expectations."

I didn't expect much, but he said so, I couldn't refute it, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

After more than ten hours of flying, I'm not sleepy at all, just tired.After a while, the music became quieter, maybe Gu An thought I was falling asleep.

I opened my eyes, looked at the unfamiliar street scene outside the window, and asked how long it would take for him to arrive.

"Soon," Gu An glanced at the navigation, "15 minutes at most."

"Hmm." I responded lightly.

Gu An looked at the rearview mirror and said, "Master, do you really plan to enter the entertainment industry? With your temperament and good looks, you are sure to be popular."

"Not interested." I said.

He murmured: "What a pity..."

I don't think it's a pity, and I don't want to explain too much. Our identities are different, and we naturally see the world from different angles.

When I arrived at the apartment my mother prepared for me, it was already dark. I opened the door and saw a lot of my personal belongings in the house, and the breath of life can be seen everywhere, as if I didn’t come here for the first time, but I have lived here for ten years. several years.

Gu An said: "The program team will be filming houses on the first day, so we have to find an empty house temporarily. Master, you can make do with it for a few days."

In order to prevent privacy exposure, celebrities borrow a house on the show to pretend to be their "home".

I nodded: "You have worked hard, go back and rest, I can do the rest by myself."

Gu An hesitated for a moment, left an emergency number, got up and left.

After closing the door, I was the only one left in the house, brightly lit and empty, with two paintings I made by myself hanging on the wall, gray and black mixed with bright yellow.

Taking off my coat, I started to visit "my home".

The small duplex, more than 200 square meters, has a master bedroom, a guest room and a study room. It is neither too luxurious nor shabby, which is very suitable for the living space of a second-generation celebrity.

When I opened the study room, the books on the bookshelves were exactly the same as those in my foreign home. Even a few old books I found in the flea market were reproduced. I touched the uneven spine of the book, trying to draw a little maternal love from it.

This time I took a long vacation to return to China because of a request from my mother, she wanted me to appear on a variety show.

She doesn't want me to enter the showbiz, this time the request is really not her wish, it is for my godmother, her best friend Aunt Lin.

Unlike her mother, who is so beautiful, Aunt Lin works behind the scenes. She struggles in the industry all by herself, and after ten years of hard work, she finally becomes the general director of variety shows. Countless efforts have been devoted to ", who would have thought that an accident happened ten days before the start of the show, and Wei Xiuyun, a traffic niche student who is expected to participate in the show, will be exposed to a scandal and must be replaced, but there is no suitable candidate in the short term, or the schedule is not good, Or it can't support the traffic.

Aunt Lin had no choice but to ask my mother for help.

My mother sat with her all night, and called me across the ocean the next day. She explained all the pros and cons and told me to make my own decision. She never forced me.

After listening, I just asked: "I am a student, how can I replace the popular niche."

My mother replied to me: "Don't forget that you are my son, Jin Lan."

For these words, I will go through fire and water, not to mention recording a variety show, because I am her son.

Stuck on the soft sofa, I turned on my phone to search for news about "Little Baby Big Star". The main purpose of this program is to invite unmarried celebrities to take care of child stars who are big ghosts, so that they can experience the life of their parents in advance, and let the audience see the stars The desperate and helpless side.

The publicity about Wei Xiuyun was withdrawn, and a mysterious guest was replaced. As for who the mysterious guest was, the program team asked netizens to guess at will. The only son will appear on the show.

The hashtag of #锦蓝子# was once on the hot search. Presumably the news is that the program team deliberately released it in order to warm up and suppress the negative impact of Wei Xiuyun.

Mother was right, just having her name on it was enough to attract attention.

I watched people from all walks of life on the Internet "picking up" me with great interest, analyzing my motives, saying that I have been abroad for fifteen years and showing up this time is to inherit my mother's career and enter the entertainment industry, and listed various relationship trees The picture, saying that I have my own contacts, will surely rob a lot of resources, and then cited three new-generation niche students who collided with me, and even exaggerated to the point that Wei Xiuyun got off the horse just to make way for me.

The fans of male artists from the eighteenth to the thirty-thirties began to be wary of me before they even met me, and all kinds of "non-dates".

No wonder Aunt Lin kept saying sorry to me on the phone, it turned out that she had expected that I would make a mess all over my body.

But I don't care too much. After participating in variety shows, I have to continue to go abroad to complete my studies. After two years, when I return from my studies, the Internet has already forgotten about me.

I clicked on the picture under the marketing account. It was the only photo of me that was circulated on the Internet. When I returned to China at the age of 15, the person who picked me up was Uncle Qiao. He blocked most of my face, only showing a small piece of pointed hair jaw.

Inherited from mother.