Star II

I sent a message to Mu Haoyan: What are you doing?

He still replied slowly: work, you should go to sleep.

I wonder if Mu Haoyan has noticed the fact that he is being abandoned by capital.

On the third day after returning to the apartment, the logistics company sent the painting I liked across the ocean, and carefully hung it on the wall of the living room under my command.

The author of the painting is a cutting-edge Swedish painter, and the work is inspired by "The Catcher in the Rye".

In the rectangular picture frame, the old scarecrow stands alone on the edge of the cliff. In front of him are not golden ears of wheat but narrow tombstones—the children he didn’t catch are buried here, and they can’t do anything freely anymore. run.

I stood on the folding ladder of the transport worker, and installed a small orange lamp on the top of the wall with my own hands. The light focused down, like the rising sun, lighting up the gray cross.

This is my gift to the scarecrow, a lifeless wheat field.

It took me half a day to process the painting. At noon, Gu An brought me a packaged meal, and told me excitedly that the first trailer had been put on the shelves. I accounted for one and a half minutes of the 3-minute tidbit, and successfully circled countless fans , Even photos of her mother when she was young are on the hot search.

I lost interest in this and responded with an "oh" to end the conversation.

Gu An was still in high spirits, took my indifference as a response, and said quickly: "My mobile phone is about to explode, and they are all looking for me to find out about the next move of the young master."

"You can tell them that my next move is to go abroad and I won't be coming back anytime soon," I said.

Gu An thought for a while and asked, "Master, do you want to open an official account?"

I said lightly, "Brother Gu, I'm not your artist."

Gu Jing was silent for a moment and said, "I'm sorry."

I said, "No next time."

His high emotions quickly fell, his limbs became stiff, and his attitude towards me returned to the time when we first met, stiff and unfamiliar.

I can see the changes in Gu An and let him go.

The relationship between me and him is no different from that of Ying Leng. We formed it temporarily and parted ways sooner or later. We don’t need to put too much emotion into it, and we don’t need to bother to maintain it. It’s enough to do our job well and complete the work.

He stopped talking, quietly waited for me to finish my meal, cleared the table, and left with the garbage.

In the afternoon Xun Bin called and asked me to go out to see the exhibition. He impressed me with "You should go out more often, the country has made great progress in the past two years".

He came to pick me up in a silver-gray car, dressed casually and unassumingly.

I came to open the door and sat in the passenger seat, and asked, "Where are the others?"

"Just the two of us, don't you want to?" Xun Bin glanced at me from the corner of his eye.

I said, "I don't want to, can I park?"

He laughed: "The two of them sounded like a serious photo exhibition, so they all shied away from having something to do."

I asked: "There are still unscrupulous exhibitions?"

"You don't need to understand." Xun Bin said.

His attitude towards me was really strange. Ke Yuankai laughed that it was not unreasonable for him to want to be a father. Xun Bin was obviously not a few years older than me, but he always appeared as a protector, from his teens to his twenties.

I couldn't help asking: "Are you a mother's movie fan?"

Xun Bin turned the steering wheel and turned a corner: "I don't watch sticky literary films."

I am not satisfied with this answer: "You have even seen the photography exhibition."

"Let's be honest."

Xun Bin reached out to the front locker as if looking for cigarettes, but he opened it and closed it again.

"The exhibition was hosted by Melody, and my mother asked me to join in."

I suddenly realized.

I pointed out: "Your mother asked you to go on a blind date, so you introduced Miss Ning to me and took me to the blind date scene. What did I do wrong to make you feel revengeful?"

"How can it be called revenge?" Xun Bin's thin lips moved, "We share the blessings and share the difficulties."

Anyway, I got into the thief car.

The exhibition was held in an avant-garde art museum, and there was a profile of the photographer at the door, so-and-so, who had won numerous awards, and was exclusively for "Geography", with a long list of honorary titles listed below.

Since it was the opening ceremony, a lot of media came from outside the exhibition. When they saw me, they swarmed over like ants meeting syrup. Not only I was shocked, but Xun Bin was also taken aback.He rolled up his sleeves, condescendingly played the role of bodyguard, covered me behind him, and called for security.

The flashing lights didn't stop for a moment, I covered my eyes and shrank behind Xun Bin, and walked into the hall until I could breathe a sigh of relief.

Xun Bin's image was quite embarrassing. He straightened his clothes and looked at me: "Because I became a great painter before I knew it?"

I raised my chin: "Don't forget that I am the son of the actress."

Xun Bin grinned his white teeth: "Don't you want to say thank you?"

I rolled down my sleeves for him: "It's your own fault."

I didn't expect the media to recognize me as soon as the trailer for "Little Baby, Big Star" came out, but Xun Bin deserved it for picking me up today.

Xun Bin stared down at my fingertips with a strange expression: "I did it myself."

He fell into his own emotions and didn't speak for a while.

I went around him and walked into the corridor, and the magnified photos were arranged irregularly, from black and white to color, mountains, rivers and lakes, vicissitudes of life, tall buildings rising from the ground, it is really worth seeing.

I walked slowly to the end. Several times on the way, someone wanted to strike up a conversation, but Xun Bin stopped them all.The one who couldn't be stopped was the hostess of the show.

Melody and Ning Yabai, two beautiful ladies, walked over gracefully.

"I said why it's so lively outside, so it's a big star." Melody winked at me.

I immediately turned my head to look at Xun Bin, and saw that the surprise on his face did not seem to be fake, so I reluctantly believed that he did not deliberately arrange a blind date.

Ning Yabai stretched out her right hand, and it was a male greeting: "We met so soon, we are destined to be destined."

I held her hand and withdrew it as soon as I touched it: "Too superstitious and easy to be deceived."

Ning Yabai smiled slightly: "It depends on who the liar is."

Melody took Xun Bin's arm naturally, and coquettishly said that today's photographer is present, and if we are interested, she can introduce us.

Xun Bin stretched out his arm, and said coldly, "You have friends to entertain, we don't want to disturb you, we will leave after Ian finishes browsing."

Melody intentionally misinterpreted his meaning, covered her mouth and said, "No way, you're jealous of women?"

No matter how she tried to persuade her to stay, Xun Bin had a tough attitude. He really went through the motions and took me away without drinking any drinks. He took the employee-only channel.

After getting in the car, he watched me pull down my seat belt, and suddenly said, "You have to record a program tomorrow, otherwise I wouldn't choose today."

"The entertainment industry is not suitable for you," Xun Bin continued, "You can study at ease, come back to open a gallery after graduation, and I will introduce you to some art dealers and brokers. You can't lose money."

I didn't want to have more than one dad, so I changed the subject.

"Your parents are too anxious about your marriage."

He pointed the steering wheel with his fingertips and said, "Grandpa is not in good health. I have to get engaged as soon as I graduate. There are only a few fiancée candidates."

I literally heard the Arabian Nights.

His hotel is all decorated in Western style, and the younger generation has received Western education, so they behave in such a pedantic way.

Xun Bin is used to it: "The left and right are all married, and the reason is not important."

"Yes." I murmured.

The parents of several of their families are all married in a commercial marriage, a strong combination, it is my father who deviates from the orthodoxy. When he was young, he was greedy for the beauty of his mother.

It's just that he loves my mother deeply, not only.

Xun Bin sent me downstairs to the apartment: "Don't you invite me in?"

I asked, "Are you chasing me?"

"No," he said emphatically, "of course not."

I laughed at his tense look: "Let's save energy for your fiancée, goodbye."

His eyes were heavy: "Goodbye."

When I went upstairs, walked into the room, opened the curtains and looked down, Xun Bin was still there, leaning against the car door, puffing.

I recognize the e-cigarette in his hand, the chocolate flavor.

He must like me very much, but unfortunately he prefers the identity of the young master of the Xun family, just like my father.

I can give you love, but I can't give you the only one.

I closed the curtains, picked up the phone, clicked on the conversation window with Mu Haoyan, and typed a line after deliberation——

What I meet is not someone else, not the past you, not the future you, but the present you.It doesn't matter what made you who you are today.The real you, the fake you, it's all you.

He didn't reply for a long time, and he couldn't even see "typing".

I waited for a while, and then chased another one: full marks?

He came back after 5 minutes: sixty.

Mu Haoyan: Opportunity and opportunism, avoiding the important and taking the light, the advantage lies in being unique.

I held the phone and smiled smugly.

Unique, one of a kind, different.

The author has something to say: A group of children are playing games in a large wheat field.Thousands and tens of thousands of little kids, and no one around—no one grown up, I mean—except me.And I'm right there on the edge of that goddamn cliff.My job was to keep watch there, and I'd catch any kid if he started running over the cliff--I mean if the kids were running and they didn't know where they were going.I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.I do this all day long.I just want to be the catcher in the rye.

--"The Catcher in the Rye"

*Jin Lan's movie is called "The Last Gravekeeper"

The painting Xu Yien wants is called "The Watcher"

*The picture is my fiction, any resemblance is purely coincidental.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!