Do you want to touch porcelain? [Entertainment]

"Love leaves, resentment meets, let go and return, it's nothing. It's just empty eyes, an illusion."

Zuo Yan looked at his latest Weibo, feeling very relieved, and he clicked send directly.When he came back from taking potato chips from the snack cabinet, he swiped his finger and refreshed many comments.

"?????? What's going on?? The world is magical?? What did I see???"

"Brother, what's the matter with you?! You are in a bad mood and you have to tell me why you want to become a monk!!"

"? Fuck, brother Zuo is going to become a monk? What stimulated him?!"

"@卫景行, come and see your old Gong! He is going to abandon his wife and son and become a monk!"

"I'm also very sad that Yanyan became a monk, but why did the strategist say that he is an old Gong?"

"Nonsense, Wei Jingxing dotes on Yanyan so much, of course he doesn't want him to be here."

"Although I feel sorry for why my husband became a monk, I still want to say: CP fans, please go out!!"

With a "click", Zuo Yan bit off the potato chips in his mouth expressionlessly, chewed them hard and swallowed them with great force and a resentful expression.

He took out a piece of paper, wiped the crumbs off his hands, and viciously poked the keyboard to reply to everyone's comments.

"What are you @卫景行 doing? He and I are just friends."

Now that "Looking for Ancient Food" has finished broadcasting, Yanwen Xingyuan's CP fans are growing exponentially, especially after Wei Jingxing came back from the hospital, the two have obviously increased their interaction, and their relationship has become much closer. It is dubbed by cp fans as the steaming of delivering sugar to the mouth.

No, I have to talk to Brother Hao.Zuo Yan thought that there was nothing wrong with him, but he was afraid that Wei Jingxing would have other ideas, thinking that he was just hype, and it would be bad if it affected the relationship between the two of them.Zuo Yan liked the feeling of getting along with Wei Jingxing very much, and he didn't want any misunderstanding between them.

"Who said I'm going to become a monk! I'm just expressing my emotions today!"

The floor owner who was replied by him immediately commented: "Brother Zuo, you are not like this in ordinary times. What kind of stimulation did you receive? Why did you see through the world?" He was careful in his words, for fear of poking a sensitive little part of Zuo Yan. heart.

You x see through the world of mortals——!He's mad at him!

Zuo Yan was so angry that he rolled his eyes at the ceiling, threw the phone away, and rolled a few times on the sofa bed.

After venting his emotions, Zuo Yan reached out to retrieve the mobile phone that he had thrown far away, edited a blog post again and published it.

"I didn't become a monk! I didn't see through the red dust! I didn't abandon my wife and son! I was just thinking about my new album!" Three exclamation points constituted a strong ups and downs in tone, expressing Zuo Yan's feeling of being angry like a puffer fish.

Thinking about it this way, I really don't suit that style of music!So why did you think of that style at the time?After sending, Zuo Yan collapsed on the sofa in big characters.

He has been thinking about the last song of his new album since the recording of the variety show. He had no idea at first, but recently he had a sudden inspiration and improvised a short melody.It was only after Zuo Yan finished playing that he realized that this melody was not his usual style at all.

Maybe it was still affected by the more than a month of indisputable time, Zuo Yan never believed that the melody he created could be so peaceful and indifferent, like the field stream behind the village, flowing into people's hearts clearly .

Zuo Yan was reluctant to delete this short piece of melody. He had a hunch that if he really composed this piece of music, then his creative ability would be improved to a higher level.Zuo Yan has been stuck here for a long time, and the style of the music has gradually become monotonous. He thinks this is an opportunity to make his style of music more mature.

It's just that it really isn't the style I'm good at, and since I had this short piece of inspiration, I've fallen into a bottleneck again, and it's more painful than when I had no clue before.

Zuo Yan felt that it might be a problem with his own temperament. He had always been high-profile and rebellious, and he had never been so calm and gentle.So in order to change this point, Zuo Yan deliberately bought a lot of Buddhist scriptures from the Internet and tried to cultivate his mind.

As a result, the Buddhist scriptures did not have the slightest effect except that Zuo Yan had an extra two hours of nap time every day.

"Indifferent and gentle, indifferent and gentle..." Zuo Yan muttered, Wei Jingxing's eyes unexpectedly appeared in front of his eyes, always smiling, when he looked at you seriously, you felt a sense of being attracted by him The illusion of pampering, gentle as if it can accommodate you without a bottom line.

Zuo Yan felt that his temperament was suitable for his style of music.

Just as he was thinking, the phone vibrated, reminding Zuo Yan that there was a WeChat message.Zuo Yan picked up his paralyzed hand, and opened the lock screen like a boneless one. It was a message from Wei Jingxing, and Zuo Yan suddenly turned over and sat up with just one sentence.

[Xiaoyan, I saw that there are many people @我 on Weibo, so I clicked in and took a look. 】

"Hiss..." Zuo Yan pressed the tip of his tongue against his upper jaw, frowned and looked at the message from Wei Jingxing with a bit of a headache. How to explain this?

Seeing that Zuo Yan didn't reply for a long time, a prompt "The other party is typing..." appeared under the name over there, and Zuo Yan hurriedly replied upon seeing this.

【Not a monk!Nothing!Don't think too much about it! 】

Looking at the explanation sent over there, Wei Jingxing seemed to be able to think through this sentence that Zuo Yan was in a hurry but couldn't do anything, which made people like him so much, he wanted to rub his head to comfort him sentence.

Wei Jingxing deleted all the content in the dialog box, and re-entered a line of words.

[I didn't think much about it, I just wanted to ask if you are doing this for your own album?Having trouble? 】

Looking at this line of words like this, he grabbed the potato chips that he took apart and only ate one bite. While eating, he thought, but he couldn't figure it out, maybe Wei Jingxing could help?He has always been as gentle as jade, maybe talking to him can help me a lot.

Before I could reply, another message was sent over there.

【It just so happens that tomorrow is the premiere of the movie. The ticket I gave you is for the evening show. Why don't you come out and let the air go tomorrow?Take it easy, don't stay at home all the time. 】

Is it tomorrow?Zuo Yan took out the ticket that Wei Jingxing gave him, and found that it was really the ticket.I have been busy with the new song for the past few days, and almost forgot about it.Zuo Yan felt a little guilty when he thought of this, and quickly agreed to Wei Jingxing.

【Alright Brother Jing Xing, no problem. 】

Followed by an emoticon package【Let the heavens know that I don't admit defeat.jpg】

The smile on the corner of Wei Jingxing's mouth froze, and he almost couldn't control the corner of his mouth twitching when he saw that emoji.But after thinking about it, he still pressed the picture and saved the emoji.

[Okay, then I will pick you up in the afternoon? 】

Zuo Yan replied, and sent his home address.

Seeing him looking at the phone with a smile on his face, An Maojun tilted his head this way in doubt: "Who are you chatting with? So happy?"

Wei Jingxing turned off the phone screen with a blank expression, and pushed An Maojun's head aside, with a blank expression, not at all gentle and good-tempered outside: "Have you finished your work? If you haven't finished, go to me." What are you doing here? Hurry up and go to your files."

An Maojun had seen his changing face a lot, and it was no surprise to see Wei Jingxing's cold face at this moment.But he was still curious: "Who are you chatting with? Why did I see such a silly emoji? Don't you usually add old men like directors on WeChat? Last time a female star asked you for WeChat , You also said that business cooperation comes to me directly. Who is this? Your nephew?"

After An Maojun finished speaking, he shook his head and retorted. It must not be Wei Jingxing's nephew. Wei Jingxing's nephew was terrified of him. He was like a mouse seeing a cat. He definitely didn't dare to send this kind of emoji to Wei Jingxing.

"So who is it? Jing Xing, tell me quickly." An Maojun was so curious, which starlet could add Wei Jingxing's private WeChat?

Wei Jingxing didn't want to satisfy his curiosity at all: "Are you changing the subject? Don't even think about leaving get off work until today's task is completed."

"Wei Papi, am I the major shareholder or are you? You should really let your fans see what you look like now, and you will be murderous if you don't laugh or talk." An Maojun was dissatisfied.

"Let's not talk about this, I remember you helped me take over a business event?" Wei Jingxing looked at An Maojun.

When it comes to work, An Maojun is still very serious: "It's the awards ceremony held by Jiusen Video. You can go to it and get acquainted with it. It doesn't need to bother, even if it's a cutscene, just accept the award. You can also take this opportunity to meet more friends. You see, you are already a three-material movie star, and you have a status, but because you came from a literary film, your nationality is not enough, and fan management is also loose. Let’s do more now. , is always good."

An Maojun calculated that he had already planned Wei Jingxing's next itinerary, and he was just waiting to convince his friend who was worried about everything except acting.

Wei Jingxing was too lazy to listen to him say so much: "Okay."

"So I'm not all for... huh? What did you say?" An Maojun choked back the words that came out of his mouth, looked at Wei Jingxing suspiciously, and wondered if he had heard it wrong.

"I said yes, no problem. So now, Mr. An, can you remove your honorable head?" Wei Jingxing looked at him with a smile.

"Eh? Okay, okay!" Seeing that he agreed, An Maojun winked at Wei Jingxing, "I knew Jing Xing was the best of you."

"What's wrong with you?" Wei Jingxing shuddered when he saw him like this, feeling disgusted.But for a long time, he still couldn't help the smile on the corner of his mouth, and smiled helplessly.

The two were discussing the ceremony of Jiusen Video in the Huayang era, and in this room, after Zuo Yan promised Wei Jingxing to go out tomorrow, he sat up from the sofa and walked to his fitting room.

I have to think about what clothes to wear tomorrow, Zuo Yan was holding the potato chips and chewing, feeling a little distressed.