Star II

Director Hou has always been unwilling to give up on shaping the growth line for me. The second recording took my home as the starting point again, and he had to make some changes.

He took photographers No. 1 and No. 2 around my apartment, stopped in front of "The Watcher", and looked at it for a while.

"Did you draw a new one?"

"bought."

"Is it convenient to disclose the amount?"

It doesn't make sense to put money on art, but since they wanted it, I gave a number anyway.

This number obviously greatly exceeded Director Hou's psychological expectations. He retreated several steps to a safe distance that even if an earthquake struck, he gasped and said, "You don't even have a glass frame. , pull a cordon?"

Female choreographer: "It's better to put a safe."

I'm not a museum.

Director Hou let out a sigh of relief, and suddenly became vicissitudes: "Now I suddenly feel that your five hundred dollars a painting is not expensive."

I shrugged: "Do you want to buy it?"

Director Hou said sadly, "I'd better save my money to buy milk powder."

I asked, "How old is your child?"

"It's more than four years old, the same age as Ruirui," Hou Dao smiled like a foolish father, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes squeezed into a flower, "as cute as her."

I said, "Ruirui doesn't drink milk powder anymore."

"Do you understand the metaphor, the rhetorical technique?" Hou Dao tried to win back, "Did you study grammar well these days?"

I thought about it and nodded slightly: "Sixty points."

Director Hou smiled and said, "Keep up the good work, student Xu Yien, many test papers are 120 points."

He talked a lot today, I was so worried about packing my luggage, the limit of ten daily necessities was a show gimmick, and when the camera turned around, no one commented on using a hundred items.

The venue for the second phase is a ranch, and the program team ventilated in advance. I hope I can dress up with related themes. Without a word, I finalized the Peter Pan suit. I also prepared three green hats in the box. I change them every day without repeating them, and they perfectly integrate with the green pasture. theme.

Director Hou saw the green on half of my suitcase, and his face turned green: "Do you know what a green hat means in the hearts of Chinese people?"

"I know," I said calmly, "it means that the sex life is not harmonious."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Director Hou let out a shocking choking sound, wanting to cough out his lungs.

I cast a condemning look, and silently dragged the suitcase away to avoid getting his saliva on it. I don't want to hear the answer, so why ask more.

"That's what you say...it makes sense too." Director Hou said after a long while, blushing.

"I don't have a regular partner, so I don't care about this, okay?" I said, thinking to myself, if Mu Haoyan can't stand it and wants me to take it off, I'll put on the yellow fisherman's hat prepared by Gu Ana.

"OK, very OK." Director Hou circled 3 with his finger.

"Any more questions?" I asked him.

Director Hou suddenly smiled mysteriously: "Do you know which episode has the highest hit rate on the Internet?"

"I don't know." I haven't even seen the preview.

Director Hou and the female choreographer looked at each other, the female choreographer coughed twice, and said with a smile: "It's the part where you take off your pajamas, brother. The animation is out of the loop. Your precious collarbone can be insured."

I remember, on the first morning in the ancient town, I forgot that there was a video camera in the room, and half of the buttons were unbuttoned. At that time, the behind-the-scenes staff reacted faster than me. I really don't understand the fun of program groups and netizens.

Director Hou winked and said, "Didn't you notice that there are two more people today? The bodyguards are specially arranged for you. After all, you are the one who can cause a sensation even at a photography exhibition."

The news travels fast enough.

I leaned back on the soft cushions and waited for his next question.

Director Hou observed me for a while, and asked, "Is there any change in your mood, shy, nervous, happy, or feel that life is inconvenient?"

"No," I replied, "I don't go out very much, and I don't watch entertainment news much."

Besides, I'm not a so-called amateur, let alone become an Internet celebrity. Fame and fame are the easiest for me to get.

Director Hou smiled and shook his head: "Sometimes you are like a child, and sometimes you are like a subway grandfather. You have a very contradictory temperament."

The female choreographer beautifies it: "artist temperament."

I complained for the artist: "I have no artistic talent, nor do I work hard, and I will never become an artist."

Director Hou seemed to be very curious about me, and wanted to turn the variety show tidbits into emotional interviews.

"What is your position on yourself?"

"student."

"Do you have a direction for your future life goals?"

"Have."

"Can you tell me about it?"

"can not say."

Director Hou was taken aback for a moment, and half jokingly said, "Isn't it illegal?"

I said, "I have no intention of ruining my comfortable future."

Director Hou laughed, very satisfied with today's results, turned off the machine, and shook hands with me.

"The official program will be aired tomorrow. You have to be prepared for black and red. Although we are a reality show, everyone has whitewashed 'real'. You are too different, and you will definitely attract criticism."

"Let them go." The thoughts of strangers have nothing to do with me.

Director Hou stared at me and said, "Your mentality is actually very suitable for acting."

His point of view is quite novel, after all, people around me are saying that I am not suitable.

but……

"I won't think about it."

Director Hou put on that myocardial infarction look again: "It's not a compliment to say you're 'really', but you should be more tactful."

The female director laughed.

The recording site was set in the suburbs of the city, away from the rush hour, and could be reached in two and a half hours by car.

Therefore, unlike the last episode, which started recording in the evening, this time we gathered in the morning and started recording during the day.

When I arrived, Mu Haoyan was still on the road, and I was greeted by an elated Ruirui.

Her little face was flushed from sleeping in the car, her braids were half tied up, and when she heard me coming, she jumped out of her mother's arms without saying a word, and came over like a koala.

"Xiaoen, Xiaoen, Xiaoen!" Ruirui called my name while laughing.

I reciprocate: "Xiaorui, Xiaorui, Xiaorui."

Ruirui immediately staggered with laughter, and the soft hair arched static electricity on my clothes, stretched in all directions, and became a little hedgehog.

"Xiaoen, do you miss me?" Ruirui finally finished laughing and asked pantingly.

I honestly answered: "No."

She pursed her mouth aggrievedly, and settled for the next best thing: "Do you like me?"

I stretched out my hand to compare the distance of one millimeter: "A little bit."

She suddenly became happy, held my hand, and said loudly: "Okay, I forgive you."

"I didn't do anything wrong, so I don't need your forgiveness." I didn't understand her brain circuit.

Ruirui couldn't listen at all, she stuck to me, read the names of all her good friends in the kindergarten, and said with her fingers how many little red flowers she had won.

I put it in my left ear and out of my right ear, perfunctory "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and complaining in my heart that Mu Haoyan's car was too slow.

Ruirui talked dryly, asked for a carton of milk, and looked at me while biting the straw.

"Xiao En, you are so green, are you playing the green onion?"

I read silently, Tongyan Wuji.

Yu Jiarui came over: "Peter Pan?" She was dressed in a cowgirl outfit with two braids, resembling Triss in "Toy Story".

I nodded, looking forward to Mu Haoyan's outfit.

After a quarter of an hour, Mu Haoyan came out after long-awaited calls. He was wearing a dark blue one-piece overalls, black short boots, and the zipper was pulled up to his chest, revealing his strong chest muscles wrapped in a white vest.

My eyes moved up along his neckline, climbed over the protruding Adam's apple, and stopped at his firm chin.

Mu Haoyan's role is set to be a milk worker. I don't know whether he is too busy or to fit the character. His beard is not clean, and a shallow piece of green stubble is covered on it, which makes him less sunny in the past, and more. A bit sexy and decadent.

Terrible, I licked the palate with the tip of my tongue, and my heart felt numb.

Rui Rui pulled my hand down hard, and asked worriedly: "Xiao En, your face is so red, are you sick?"

Seeing Mu Haoyan's figure blocked by the staff, I finally lowered my head and answered Ruirui: "I'm thirsty and want to drink milk."

Ruirui immediately held up her half-drunk milk carton, and taught me to "share".

I taught her "hygiene" with a disgusted look.

Our two eyes collided in the air, and finally broke up unhappy. Ruirui turned her head and "hummed" heavily.

Not long after, Mu Haoyan finally got rid of the troublesome staff and strode over. He stopped two steps away from me and looked up and down.

"Peter Pan? So cute."

I asked shyly, "Who is cute?"

Mu Haoyan smiled, squatted down and hugged Ruirui: "Ruirui is cute."

Ruirui cheered and put her arms around his neck, sharing a little secret: "I am a flower fairy today."

I looked at her chubby tutu skirt and thought, it looks like a shower head.

Mu Haoyan hugged Ruirui: "I haven't seen you for a few days, does Ruirui miss me?"

"Have!"

After Ruirui shouted crisply, the second sentence began to complain.

"I miss Xiao En, but Xiao En doesn't miss me."

What can she think of as a little girl.

I looked at Mu Haoyan: "I miss you."

His tone softened a lot: "I know."

"And then?" I raised my eyebrows dissatisfied.

With a smile in his eyes, Mu Haoyan said: "My fans miss you very much. Every day they ask me who is the painter under my Weibo, and they want to follow your Weibo."

I don't care what his fans think.

Mu Haoyan saw through my thoughts, and continued: "I also want to follow your Weibo."

I hesitated for a moment, I only followed my mother on Weibo, and didn't plan to expose it to the public, but it's rare for Mu Haoyan to take the initiative to show his favor, so it's a pity to refuse.

Mu Haoyan didn't make it difficult for me: "Well, if you don't mind, I'll post a message saying you don't want to be disturbed, thank you for their kindness."

good idea.

I cleared my throat, straightened my expression, and said slowly: "Although I don't mix in circles, I am very grateful for their support, why don't you come and speak out for me in the future, and I can use your Weibo to post what I want to say. "

Mu Haoyan looked at me for a few seconds and hooked his lips.

"Ok."

I knew he would agree. According to Gu An, I have a sense of mystery now, and the discussion is increasing day by day, which can bring a lot of traffic to Mu Haoyan.

Mu Haoyan took out his mobile phone and asked, "Can I take a photo?"

I raised my chin: "Of course."

As soon as the pretty little girl Ruirui heard that she wanted to take a picture, she immediately covered her head and ran to find her mother to comb her hair.

I urged Mu Haoyan: "Hurry up and shoot."

Mu Haoyan shook his head with a smile, and the camera of the phone pointed at me and shook, as if looking for light.

I have drawn so many portraits, and I am well versed in the angle of beauty. Then I retracted my chin, turned my head slightly, and looked away.

Mu Haoyan filmed for nearly a minute, and suddenly apologized: "Sorry, it's video mode, I forgot to change it, can I post a video?"

I was afraid that Ruirui would come back later to snatch my exclusive position, and after thinking about my background, it doesn't matter if the angle is close, so I agreed.

Mu Haoyan edited and posted it for 5 minutes, then turned to me and said, "Look, fans are saying you're cute."

I suspiciously leaned over to look at his phone screen, did he comment on it just after he posted it? Are his fans staring at Weibo 24 hours a day?

In the end, it turned out that there were really more than [-] comments. When Mu Haoyan slid his fingertips, apart from the ones that praised me, there were actually a few hot comments that said "together".

My eyes lit up, and I suggested: "Ruirui is here, let's take a group photo and post it up."

Mu Haoyan looked at me: "Are you willing?"

I said righteously: "We can't let Ruirui feel that we are ostracizing her."

His fans are so upbeat, they should brainwash him more.

The author has something to say: Xu Yien: If you can talk, talk more.