who do you want me to replace

Liu Xinyuan slowly turned her head back, pretending to watch the performance in front of her patiently, while carefully recalling the tremor in her heart just now, and made up her mind.

If he hadn't regarded the matter of 'signing Jiang Yu' as a goal that must be achieved before, then now, this goal has been formed.

Jiang Yu is indeed a rare genius, at least in terms of being an actor. What he lacks is a background and high-quality resources that allow him to stand at the top of the pyramid. Liu Xinyuan can do these things. Their cooperation is definitely a must. Mutual benefit and win-win, there is no possibility of failure.

Jiang Yu must also understand this point. The only thing that makes him hesitate may be the contract or nostalgia. This is not a big problem. He can wait, and he can afford to wait. As for other issues...

Liu Xinyuan pondered in his heart for a long time, then suddenly remembered the rumors he had heard before, and asked casually: "By the way, I heard...you know Wen Feixun?"

He asked casually, but Jiang Yu heard something different, and immediately laughed: "This 'heard' should mean more than just knowing each other, right?"

Liu Xinyuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled relaxedly: "Not only that, but you don't seem to shy away from this topic?"

"There's nothing to shy away from," Jiang Yu's tone was very flat, "Everyone takes what they need."

Everyone gets what they need?

Liu Xinyuan pondered for a moment, since he was able to find Jiang Yu, he had done some homework before, and he didn't think that Jiang Yu's film and television resources during this period were so good that it seemed that Wen Feixun had intervened, otherwise there would be no need for the other party to come and talk I cooperated.

But Wen Feixun is not such a stingy person. If Jiang Yu's "take what he needs" from Wen Feixun's place is not the resources in the circle obtained, what is it?

money?It doesn't make sense either.

"When I went back to China to visit relatives last year," Liu Xinyuan said again slowly, "I heard that Wen Feixun fell in love with a rookie actor who had just debuted. Coming out of the water, they have never experienced strong winds, waves, or hardships. This kind of people are generally noble, and they want to go abroad for further study before they become famous. At that time, people in our circle talked about people like Wen Shao. The Lord who never bloomed once in 800 years in my heart, finally came to someone who made him pleasing to the eye, but he left without acknowledgment, how funny, don't you think?"

Jiang Yu didn't react much, his eyes were still as quiet as a lake in late autumn night: "You are very gossip."

"That is," Liu Xinyuan admitted kindly, "So I am suitable for this job, I have a sensitive sense of smell."

He suddenly remembered something, looked at Jiang Yu's face again, and said tentatively, "I've seen the young actor's debut film, but why do I feel that his demeanor in it... is a bit like you? "

It's just that without the texture and storytelling of Jiang Yu, it seems a bit empty, like an exquisite doll. Perhaps because of this, that person was not nominated for any newcomer awards at that time, so he had the idea of ​​going abroad for further study .

He looked at Jiang Yu's expression, as if he had discovered something interesting, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You don't seem surprised? Then I guessed right? Wen Feixun did find you because of that person, and You do know that such a person exists."

"There's nothing to be surprised about. It's been said that everyone gets what they need, and no one suffers. Mr. Liu probably just returned to China, so it's rare to see more strange."

Liu Xinyuan smiled with a good temper. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a girl not far away who looked here frequently. If he remembered correctly, she should be a cousin of Wen Feixun. She was still young, playful, and serious. I can't hold back my breath, and I can't hide my excessive attention to this side.

He suddenly thought: "Does Wen Feixun know that you already know why he is looking for you?"

"Mr. Liu, are you talking about tongue twisters?" Jiang Yu smiled lightly and took out his vibrating mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID on it, and shook the screen towards Liu Xinyuan, "It seems that there are too many gossips, and others can have them too." Inductive, no, they came to the door."

The word 'Boss Wen' was clearly visible on the screen, looking unfamiliar, Liu Xinyuan raised the corners of his mouth: "Gossip is human nature, I unilaterally declare that you and I are on the same boat, so don't confess me. "

Jiang Yu greeted him with a nod, got up and went to a quiet place to answer the phone.

"Hey?"

"Where are you?"

Wen Feixun's voice sounded a little hoarse, and Jiang Yu didn't think much about it: "I'm attending a brand event at the hotel on Qinghe Road, is there anything wrong?"

The relationship between him and Wen Feixun was unclear. The other party wanted to give him a role in a big-budget commercial film several times before, but was fooled by Jiang Yu and avoided it.

The two are neither a formal couple nor a foster relationship that is common in the entertainment industry. Judging by Jiang Yu's own judgment, they are more like friends/friends, occasionally close, and more often alienated.

But at any rate, we have maintained contact for nine months, and we have seen each other's emotional side, and we can relax more when we get along, so after Wen Feixun asked to have dinner with him, Jiang Yu had no doubts and agreed without hesitation. up.

After all, when staying with Wen Feixun, for some reason, his headache symptoms will be relieved, and he will feel more comfortable than when he is alone, so he quite likes Wen Feixun staying by his side.

This reason is both absurd and true. If Liu Xinyuan had answered this way just now, he probably would not have believed it.

"I'll pick you up." Wen Feixun said.

"No, I'll go to the restaurant by myself, don't make another trip," Jiang Yu glanced at his watch, it was almost nine o'clock, "Just send me the address."

"……it is good."

The private kitchen restaurant I booked is about two blocks away from here. It took about 10 minutes in the past. The task of coming to this event was almost completed. Jiang Yu briefly explained the situation to Zhong Mo, left the party, and asked the driver to send him Go to the restaurant parking lot and go in alone.

The restaurant is located in a busy city, and the alleys are not deep, but the original decoration around it looks quite old at first glance. The old trees and vines in the yard are full of fragrance, and the carved stone lamps beside the corridor are soft and half-hidden. Among the shadowy flowers and plants, there is still a slight creaking sound of the wooden boards being stepped on. Time seems to be elongated here, making people sometimes seem to forget where they are in a trance.

Jiang Yu sighed—even the places Wen Feixun was looking for made him feel soothed and peaceful. Is it metaphysics or a coincidence?

"Mr. Wen has arrived," the restaurant manager who guided him said softly, "he is waiting for you in the box."

Walking along the corridor to the innermost courtyard, as soon as he looked up, he saw Wen Feixun leaning against the wooden door of the wing room. He was tall and tall, with his head lowered and pressing his mobile phone. The profile of his face added a touch of coolness to his seemingly indifferent facial features.

Jiang Yu occasionally saw him in office, serious, unsympathetic, and indifferent, but compared with the current feeling, it seemed that something was missing.

In other words, it was Wen Feixun's expressionless and dignified appearance that contained some unspeakable emotions, which he still felt was not very clear.

"Come?" Wen Feixun heard the sound of the courtyard door closing, and looked up.

"Yeah." Jiang Yu walked into the box, closed the door a little, and kept it alive.

The temperature in the room was set very high. He took off his coat and hung it up, saying, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Why don't you eat first?"

"Just arrived." Wen Feixun wrinkled his nose, "Have you been drinking?"

"I drank two glasses at the event. Is the smell obvious?" Jiang Yu turned his head and sniffed his collar. There was indeed a faint smell of alcohol, "Sorry."

"What's the matter--" Wen Feixun's brows flashed a little worry, and he spoke a little impatiently, and quickly stopped his voice, rang the bell next to the door, his face regained his calm, and pointed his index finger at the mahogany square table: "Drink some water .”

Jiang Yu usually doesn't drink often, and his capacity for alcohol is not good. Now the alcohol is slowly coming up, his head is slightly dizzy, and his reaction is a little slow. He didn't see anything wrong with Wen Feixun, so he went straight to the table and sat down. Down.

After ringing the bell, the food came up quickly, and they were all light and fresh side dishes. Only a pot of fish soup stewed with sauerkraut took up less than half of the table. The fish soup was fresh and thick, and the fish was soft and white. In an instant, Jiang Yu's appetite was aroused.

He has a bad stomach, and he drank a few more glasses of wine just now, and now he is feeling uncomfortable. Although his face is calm and calm, his stomach is full of nausea. My whole body relaxed a lot.

Wen Feixun remained silent, glanced at him from time to time, picked up a few chopsticks and chewed casually, watched him slowly finish a bowl of fish soup, and then said: "You have finished filming your last movie, right?" ? Do you have plans for the next one?"

Jiang Yu was slightly taken aback, raised his eyelids, and met those dark eyes through the hot white mist, his head was dizzy from the alcohol: "I'm picking a script."

"You seem to..." Wen Feixun's tone was condensed and hesitant, "I don't really like the movie scripts I introduced to you."

The author says:

The fish soup is hanging~

Changpei has launched the anti-theft text system, I will click to try it, it should not affect the normal reading of the text~