Inner entertainment first vase

As the soft wind blew, Ke Yu stared blankly at the words "I am Lu", and then raised the corners of his lips.

He didn't reply, just put the phone back in his pocket, and walked through the alleyway for the last time in the dark night.

Back to the rental house, the backpack and bass have been packed.Daily necessities and clothes are bought on the spot, and the landlord wants them, so he doesn't have to throw them away.The key was pressed on the bottom of the flowerpot at the door, the door clicked shut, and he turned around, only a gust of wind gently stirred the clothes on the clothesline.

Sheng Guoer drove the car and waited at the entrance of the alley last time. During the few minutes of walking, Ke Yu was talking. He didn't think about what to reply until he opened the mailbox. Finally, he only asked, "Is your friend better?"

Shanglu didn't return.

Editing in the studio.

For ten days of material, he expects the final product to be 10 minutes to 10 minutes, and he can participate in the short film unit.

As soon as he entered the working state, he was terribly focused, and he was used to shutting himself in the room and disconnecting from the Internet, even throwing his mobile phone outside.Except for the butler who brought in the food, he was nowhere to be found in the whole world.

Pei Zhihe lived with him, which was asked by his mother.Shanglu had no objection, after all, he looked like he was disabled in everything except playing the piano when he was young.

The housekeeper, Zheng Shiming, took the wheelchair from the nurse, and pushed Pei Zhihe, who had just left the courtyard for seven days, into the garden.The sun was shining, and he asked, "Shanglu has been editing movies?"

Zheng Shiming is a businessman, called Uncle Ming.Each of the five brothers and sisters of the merchant has a special person to take care of them, and they have been with them since they were young. Uncle Ming is Shanglu's personal butler.Pei Zhihe didn't regard Uncle Ming as an outsider, and he didn't see outsiders when he ordered him around.

"Yes, it's been a week." Zheng Shiming replied.

"You push me in to see him."

Although Uncle Ming was in a dilemma, his face was still gentle, he didn't even frown, he just said: "The young master will be angry."

"No, I'm a sick patient." Pei Zhihe finished nibbling an apple, and threw the core to the servant who was accompanying him, "Uncle Ming, please, he can't always work like this, right? ?”

These words reached Zheng Shiming's heart.Shang Lu's state of forgetting to sleep and eat really worried him. The owner of the business, Shang Xie, did not approve of the young master as a director, and he also had this part of his concerns. "Cutting a movie is busier than managing the company!" Shang Yuye dismissed it, only to get a calm "Yes" from his youngest son.

There was a knock on the door, and Shang Lu didn't even move his eyes, just said: "Put it on the table."

I thought it was time to eat again.

Pei Zhihe laughed, "Which table should I be placed on?"

Only then did Shanglu get distracted from the huge four-screen screen, but he still didn't look back: "Go out."

Uncle Ming said at the right time: "Zhihe was discharged from the hospital today, do you want to celebrate?"

Pei Zhihe's face was ugly, his eyes were fixed on the screen, the embarrassment and anger subsided with a daze, and then replaced by another subtle emotion.

"It's a mistake to confuse sympathy with love, isn't it." The voice flowed out the lines, calmly, and the eyes stopped on the camera, a little self-deprecating and wandering.

"Where did you find the actor?" Pei Zhihe looked at the face on the screen and asked.

This time, Shang Lu didn't chase him away, and replied: "It's not an actor, I met him in the village in the city."

"meet?"

"roommate."

Pei Zhihe's expression changed, but it was only fleeting, "Do you live together?"

Shanglu only replied with "um".

The picture was still running, Pei Zhihe saw the man's eyes illuminated by the dusk, and the forehead hair lifted by the wind, and said lightly: "There are still such people in the villages in the city, are the scouts in the mainland collectively on strike?" ?”

He is completely insulated from the entertainment industry, and he doesn't know that the entertainment industry no longer needs the profession of scouting, which is full of sense of the times.Shang Lu also smiled when he heard the words: "It's very strange."

"The story of the male prostitute you mentioned, he acted it?"

"That's it."

After replying this sentence, my mind, which has been focused on nothing else, suddenly deserted.Shanglu thought, I wonder if Teacher Ke replied to my message?The last reply was like a joke. If he was angry, it would probably be too late to apologize now.

"Uncle Ming, give me your phone."

Zheng Shiming took his mobile phone, and while it was on, Shang Lu glanced at Pei Zhihe: "How's the injury?"

The wound was painful, but Pei Zhihe said stubbornly: "It's much better, I can't worry about you."

Shanglu gave a very straightforward "hmm", as if he didn't hear his implication, and said, "If it's all right, help me make a song."

He copied a copy of the score, and he was thinking about finding someone to make it for the ending. Since Pei Zhihe was discharged from the hospital, he naturally didn't choose him.

Pei Zhihe took the score he threw over.He felt no different from sitting in a wheelchair as the chief of the orchestra, his thin back was straight, and his eyes were fixed.That's how he is, when he talks about music, he seems to be a different person.Compared with being spoiled and arrogant, Shang Lu would rather see such a shining Pei Zhihe.

"Bass is so--" Pei Zhihe didn't finish, and the screen came to Ke Yu playing bass.He paused, pinching the edge of the score, "What do you want me to do?"

"Use a violin for the second half."

Pei Zhihe was stunned, "You want me to be the head of the bass to match the bass?"

It is unavoidable to say that it is on the line.Shang Lu said lightly: "What's wrong?"

Pei Zhihe sneered: "After the violin is an instrument, it will dominate the scene. I'm afraid an instrument like the bass is not worthy."

The music score was thrown down angrily, and he turned the wheelchair around without waiting for Uncle Ming, clumsiness hidden in his stubbornness.Shang Lu got up and picked up the scattered papers, instead of chasing them, he just gave Uncle Ming a look.

He clicked on the APP on his mobile phone, and it hadn’t been checked for a week, and the unreads were full. He swiped two screens and found the letter Ke Yu had replied seven days ago, asking his friend if he was better.Maybe it's because he didn't reply, so he didn't send any new ones.

Shanglu hesitated for a moment, and clicked to reply: "It's much better, thank you for your concern."

·

Recording a variety show is no easier than filming a movie. After leaving the recording site, Sheng Guoer immediately handed over hot water soaked in American ginseng, with a vaguely excited expression.

Ke Yu took a sip, and the more she looked at her, the more something was wrong, she held the cup and asked calmly, "Did you poison my water?"

"No—what, of course not!" Sheng Guoer hugged his coat and followed him to the separate lounge backstage, "Didn't you ask me to take care of my mailbox a few days ago, and you kept asking me if I have any new mail today? It didn’t exist before, but today it does!”

Ke Yu's heart moved, but he didn't express his opinion first, but said: "Little girl, don't say 'I have it'."

"Yes." Sheng Guoer said in the tone of a little girl who learned three characters, and Sheng Guoer blushed subtly: "Mr. Xiaodao, you fouled again."

Ke Yu is only five years older than her, but for some reason, Mr. Xiao Dao has the kind of casual and easy-going superior demeanor to everyone, even if Mai Anyan is actually older than him, he can still call out "Small words" made the other party dumbfounded with anger.

When Ke Yu was recording the show, Sheng Guoer was standing by backstage.This is a love observation variety show, and Ke Yu is the flying guest of this episode.At the beginning of the show, the old rules asked several resident MCs to guess how many times he had been in love.Everyone showed their guesses on the board, and the camera scanned them one by one, and the audience laughed like crazy——

No one wrote less than five times.

Ke Yu was calm and calm, and smiled helplessly: "I am such a person in your eyes."

The resident female guest, Shi Rui, covered her heart and yelled: "Look, look, it's coming again! That's it! It's really natural!"

The host Shi Jiawen asked: "So, can Kojima give our program team a face today, the first public exposure of his love experience is——"

"Six times."

The camera swept across, and Ke Yu crossed his legs, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Scarlett covered her mouth: "You are so frank."

Ke Yu: "No, I still have something to hide."

Scarvin: "..."

The effect of the variety show was full, and Shi Rui laughed so hard that she was stumbling around. Shi Jiawen said helplessly: "Everyone says you are a host killer, and I agree now."

In the lounge, Sheng Guoer helped him pull out the chair and asked, "Really six times?"

Ke Yu asked back, "What do you think?"

Sheng Guoer asked tentatively, "...twelve times?"

He is indeed very calm, for both men and women.

Ke Yu smiled, did not speak, and only told her: "Give me the phone."

Sometimes Sheng Guoer doesn't quite understand her boss.The private mailbox has always been kept confidential, but she was suddenly asked to take care of it a few days ago.But the content is not allowed to read, only let her pay attention to push notifications.Sheng Guoer asked: "Didn't you install the APP yourself?" Ke Yu said lightly: "Uninstalled."

Sheng Guoer handed him the phone, and sure enough there were unread messages.

You don’t need to click to open to see the preview of the text, a concise line of words, “It’s much better, thank you for your concern.”

Ke Yu didn't click in, and didn't reply after reading this line. He just exited the program and handed the phone back to Sheng Guoer.

"What?" Sheng Guo'er had a keen intuition, and felt that in the blink of an eye, the atmosphere in the lounge became much colder.

"Remove this account from your phone."

"Not following?" Sheng Guoer was taken aback.

"No more."

In my closed mind I recalled the show dialogue.The observed male and female guests were chatting, and Shi Rui asserted: "Look, this guy is definitely not interested in her. I think he might prefer the second female guest."

As soon as the words came out, several guests asked why.

"Every sentence he said to Xiao Ai didn't look like he wanted her to answer it. Every sentence—note that every sentence was the end of the topic. If Xiao Ai wanted to continue communicating with him, he had to repeat himself. New topic, I'm really tired." After Shi Rui's analysis, she didn't forget to cue the topic center of the "dating six times" present, and asked triumphantly, "Isn't it Xiao Dao?"

Ke Yu felt that what she said made sense.

Not even a week after he came back, he first gave a platform for the new store of the luxury flower brand [-]cm Planet, which he endorsed, and then flew to Shanghai to record this variety show. He didn't have time to catch his breath, and he should join the group the day after tomorrow.

He turned his attention away from Shang Lu, "Did Dr. Shen make an appointment?"

Sheng Guoer's heart sank, seeing him leaning on the sofa, she reluctantly replied: "It's an appointment."

The back of the hand resting on the forehead blocked the indoor light, the curve of the neck lying on the back was not in the collar, and Ke Yu's face showed no expression at all.After a while, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said calmly in a self-deprecating tone: "Artists are really good at self-destruction."