The Sand Sculpture Actor Awakens

Hearing what Rong Qian said, Ban Zhun put on his coat in fear, and looked at the boy in the driver's seat defensively.

"I don't quite understand what you mean."

"..."

Rong Qian was originally shy about this matter, but seeing Ban Zhun like this, he couldn't help feeling even more embarrassed.

But he knew that if he didn't show his attitude, Ban Zhun might bring a little boy on the show in the next second.

"Your legal partner is currently only me."

Although he figured this out, Rong Qian still didn't want to speak so bluntly, he just wanted to let Ban Zhun have a meaning that he could understand.

In fact, Rong Qian knew that he didn't want to be on the show with him because he cared about Ban Zhun at all.

It's just...just because... After all, he and Ban Zhun have already obtained a marriage certificate. If it is found out in the future that Ban Zhun is married, he would rather bring the little boy from Fengyuechang to the show than bring him with him.

At that time, where will he put his face.

Right.

Besides, how should Ban Zhun explain to his family members.

Yes, explain to the family...

Only then did Rong Qian remember his trump card - Mrs. Zhuo.

Ban Zhun fumbled for the phone and hid it behind his back, ready to call the police anytime Rong Qian made a move on him.

Is Rong Qian crazy...it should be?

Otherwise, how could you have such a horrible idea?

If you want to go to a variety show with him, do you want to do it in front of the national audience?

Seeing that the expression on Ban Zhun's face was as wonderful as a cat and a mouse, Rong Qian looked away from him, focused on the road ahead, and lowered the corners of his slightly raised lips.

When Ban Zhun secretly aimed at him for the sixth time, Rong Qian said lightly:

"Actually, who you want to bring on the show is your freedom. I just want to remind you that I don't know how grandma or parents will think after watching the show."

Hearing Rong Qian's words, Ban Zhun nodded emphatically as if enlightened, "Yes."

"So I'm willing to go with you because I don't want grandma and the others to worry about you and feel that there is a problem in your love life."

Rong Qian knew that only if he said that, Ban Zhun would not be so defensive as before.

As for the very obvious resistance on Ban Zhun's face, Rong Qian was selectively blinded by self-deception.

"That……"

Ban Zhun seemed to have doubts, Rong Qian interrupted him one step ahead:

"Is there a salary for variety shows?"

Ban Zhun stared at Rong Qian's reddish earlobe suspiciously, and nodded in a daze, "Yes, yes."

As soon as Rong Qian said this, Ban Zhun understood what he meant, so he was no longer so afraid.

A person is only normal when he loves money, especially Rong Qian.

Just imagine a Rong Qian who doesn't love money suddenly becomes attentive towards him...

Ban Zhun shivered.

He didn't even dare to think about it.

After hesitating to go through the next plan in his mind, Ban Zhun wanted to say something to Rong Qian, but the phone vibrated again after being thrown on the seat.

He glanced at the screen.

It's Zhen Bujia.

It just so happened that I could give him an answer directly.

Ban Zhun answered the phone.

"Brother Zhun, what are you thinking about?"

Zhen Bujia's voice concealed a bit of uncontrollable excitement.

Although Ban Zhun was curious, he was still ready to answer his question first.

But Zhen Bujia thought that Ban Zhun's hesitation was because he decided not to participate in this love variety show after thinking about it.

So nervously, he began to persuade: "After all, it was just my own thoughts before, and I think that you haven't shown any signs of recovery in your career..."

When Zhen Bujia said this, he was a little scared.

But he could vaguely feel that Ban Zhun's self-motivation is quite different recently from before, so he dared to express his innermost thoughts tactfully after considering his words.

Sure enough, Ban Zhun didn't say a word, and held the phone with a low "hmm", signaling Zhen Bujia to continue talking.

Zhen Bujia exhaled with relief, and his tone became lighter:

"So you can't reveal the fact that you are married to everyone, because in this situation, not only you will be scolded, but Mr. Rong may also be implicated and attacked."

Ban Zhun took a quick look at Rong Qian, and acquiesced to Zhen Bujia's statement.

"However, after talking with Director Qiao today, I have changed my previous thinking. If I grasp this opportunity well and withstand the possible abuse at the beginning of the show, Brother Zhun will show you well in front of the camera. At least I can bring back a large number of good-looking fans for you, plus Mr. Rong's face, Brother Zhun, you two will definitely take off on the spot, I have already thought of the name of cp, I will call it 'relocation' cp, put Other people’s fans have moved to our heads, and none of them are left.”

Zhen Bujia's desire to win or lose broke through the shackles of the microphone, and frantically squeezed into Ban Zhun's ears.

Ban Zhun expressed disapproval of Zhen Bujia's thinking, and was even more shocked by the CP name he gave: "Your mentality is wrong, and you don't need to think so long-term, just take a good look at this place first. "

"So, Brother Zhun, do you agree to participate?"

"Well, Rong...Rong Qian agreed."

When Rong Qian's name was mentioned, Ban Zhun still felt a little embarrassed, but he still had to answer the question after all.

But before Ban Zhun opened his mouth to ask about the salary for Rong Qian, Zhen Bujia was already so excited that he almost broke his voice: "Brother Zhun, next, I want to tell you a very good news! "

"……What's wrong?"

After drinking, Ban Zhun's behavior became unhurried, and his speech was also slow.

"Brother Zhun, who do you think are the other guests in this variety show?"

Ban Zhun secretly opened a small slit in the car window again, and the cold wind suddenly howled in through the window slit, scaring him to go up hastily, and looked at Rong Qian guilty.

Seeing that Rong Qian had no unpleasant reaction, he asked Zhen Bujia:

"how could I know?"

Zhen Bujia looked like a lucky baby giving money, "Change the subject first, Brother Zhun, guess who the host is!"

"……let me see."

Ban Zhun had never known about variety shows, let alone love variety shows, so when he heard Zhen Bujia's question, he racked his brains for a long while before he finally came up with the names of the hosts of the two legal columns.

Zhen Bujia: "..."

Zhen Bujia, who had no hope for Ban Zhun, regrouped and announced the host's name:

"Brother Zhun, the host is Jian Han!"

His noisy voice echoed in the car, and Rong Qian could clearly understand the content of the phone call without even paying attention.

See you Han.

He has a little impression of this person.

Slam actor.

But it belongs to such a type of late bloomer.

Compared with an entertainer who made his debut in the entertainment industry in his teens, Han Jian is obviously a half-way monk. He only made his mark in the entertainment circle at the age of 28.

It was only a small supporting role back then, but he played it brilliantly, stealing the attention that should belong to the protagonists in the play.

However, before Han Jian won the award, what made him famous in the first battle was not his acting skills, but in the alley behind the radio and TV, he was beaten by the leading actor who took away his halo from him.

This incident made an ugly noise in the news back then. The leading actor became a legal man and entered the bureau in despair. With everyone's sympathy and love, Han Jian's worth rose all the way. Can't pack it up.

While possessing excellent resources, he can fully demonstrate his acting skills and strength.

Over the years, the scenes where he appeared will be the guarantee of ratings for the management, so there is no young person in the circle who does not want to cooperate with him.

Rao Banzhun is no exception.

But Ban Zhun is not for resources, but wants to really learn what he wants to learn from Han Jian, such as acting skills, such as temper.

Surrounding excellent people, you can become even better after all.

As early as when Ban Zhun heard Han Jian's name, his whole body changed from leaning on the back seat to the same appearance as when he heard Qiao Musheng.

"Really!"

Rong Qian silently glanced at the phone in Ban Zhun's hand.

As for it, I am happy to be like this.

When Zhen Bujia heard that Ban Zhun was excited, he was too excited:

"Brother Zhun, there's more! Didn't I just tell you that Director Qiao suggested that you go on a variety show? After some persuasion by me, guess what happened!"

Ban Zhun hates to be tricky, especially when he is really looking forward to it: "If you struggle to speak again, just organize your language and present your resignation report."

"Okay, okay," Zhen Bujia said in a daze, trying to please Ban Zhun, "Brother Zhun, under my persuasion, Director Qiao is willing to participate in this variety show! Together with Teacher Luan!"

Qiao Musheng's director ability is one of the best in the circle, but other than that, his fame is also reflected in another aspect.

That was his wife, Luan Yueping.

Luan Yueping is a well-known drama director in the circle, and a visiting professor at a first-class drama school in China. Many gold awards have come from her, and she is highly respected in the drama circle and film and television circle.

This couple has mastered the acting career of most of the artists in the circle, and being able to invite them to appear in the program group at the same time, it can be said that their personalities have exploded.

Ban Zhun really didn't believe that Zhen Bujia had this ability: "Director Qiao was drugged by you? Bujia, let me tell you, it is against the law to imprison and drug people against the will of others..."

"No, Brother Zhun, I didn't, and I didn't break the law." Zhen Bujia was too embarrassed to continue bragging that it was his own credit, "It's the boss."

Ban Zhun's fingertips holding the phone froze, and asked in disbelief, "Brother?"

Zhen Bujia replied: "No way, Brother Zhun, Boss Ban is really kind to you. If I had a brother like Boss Ban, I would squeeze his shoulders and beat his legs every day, chew up the rice and feed it to him... ..."

"You can shut up," Ban Zhun felt disgusted, interrupted Zhen Bujia, "What did the elder brother tell Director Qiao, how did he do it?"

"I'm ashamed to say, Brother Zhun. I don't know what Mr. Ban said to Director Qiao and his wife. Anyway, Director Qiao directly asked someone to contact me, saying that the couple will also participate in this program."

Zhen Bujia also found it puzzling, he had just proudly used Banzhuo's merits to pretend to be a little coercion first, and then tell Banzhun the truth about the matter.

Because he knew that Ban Zhun would not believe it. With his Zhen Bujia ability alone, even if his cheeks were worn out, he would not be able to persuade the two giant Buddhas.

Ban Zhun's inquiries were fruitless, so he could only silently remember in his heart that he owed his elder brother another favor.

"By the way, if you're paid..." Ban Zhun deliberately mentioned the ancestor's favorite thing in front of Rong Qian, "You know Rong Qian's account number, just call him directly."

After hearing this, Zhen Bujia happily agreed, and then smiled wretchedly: "Brother Zhun, you are still married and strict, and the family's finances are all in the care of Mr. Rong, that's it."

Ban Zhun clutched the receiver tightly, worried that Rong Qian might catch a clue that Zhen Bujia spoke ill of him.

But Rong Qian seemed to raise the corners of his lips and smiled.

As the sun slanted to the west, Ban Zhun thought it was because his eyes became darker as the sky darkened, so after a brief astonishment, Ban Zhun didn't pay much attention to Rong Qian's expression.

Maybe it was because I heard that I was going to make a lot of money, so maybe I was happy.

It must be so.

.

Ban Zhun was not too drunk, and walked steadily from the garage to the upstairs.

After entering the room, he tore off his coat and fell down on the sofa in a daze, watching Rong Qian who had finished washing his hands with his back turned to prepare dinner.

Ban Zhun curled his lips and laughed.

Life seems to be slowly getting better.

After an unknown amount of time, Ban Zhun was awakened by a soft call from his ear, and opened his eyes in a daze.

"what?"

"I said it's time to eat."

Rong Qian's expression was still as indifferent as ever, which made Ban Zhuan believe that he was absolutely wrong just now.

Otherwise, in a daze, how could he see this ancestor reaching out to touch his face.

Ban Zhun walked to the dining table with slippers on and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and stuffed several dumplings into his mouth:

"Eat all these things today. From tomorrow onwards, you can only eat by yourself. Don't waste it."

Ban Zhun eats quickly, but looks good when he eats.

With his mouth closed and his cheeks bulging, his beautiful eyes were staring at the plate in front of him seriously, and he seemed to have already thought about which dish to pick up with his chopsticks before he swallowed it, as orderly as it was.

Ban Zhun's cell phone vibrated, and he took it out of his pocket to check for new messages.

Finding that it was Zhen Bujia who sent the information about the program group, he put down his chopsticks and looked at it carefully.

He is more pious and serious than reading company documents on weekdays.

Ban Zhun's slightly frowned brows gradually relaxed, and the more he looked behind, the more obvious the smile on his face became.

Rong Qian suddenly found that his mood seemed to improve following his brisk smile.

Jian Banzhun put down his phone and picked up his chopsticks again.

Rong Qian quietly watched him take another two mouthfuls of vegetables, and asked, "What about you?"

Why would he have to eat by himself starting tomorrow.

Ban Zhun was stunned for a moment, and just remembered the topic they were talking about before he looked at his phone.

So Ban Zhun raised his hand and scratched the itchy skin under his Adam's apple, swallowed what was in his mouth, and replied to Rong Qian:

"Because I'm going to be on camera, I have to control my diet. I'm an actor anyway, so I can't have a swollen face. It's too irresponsible to the audience."

Ban Zhun's drinking capacity has been recovered by him. Although he is still a little dizzy, when he is sitting at the dinner table talking to Rong Qian, he is no longer shaking around like before.

He bowed his head to eat, and occasionally raised his cup to drink.

"Ban Zhun..."

Rong Qian's gaze fell on Ban Zhun's fair neck, and he hesitated to call out to him.

He doesn't seem to remember that he still called Ban Zhun "Mr. Ban" before, but because of the slight change in his heart recently, even the title has changed imperceptibly for a while.

Hearing Rong Qian calling him, Ban Zhun stopped picking up vegetables, scratched his chin while looking up at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Rong Qian pointed at the bottom of his Adam's apple, frowned and said, "Your neck..."

His eyes were glued to Ban Zhun's neck, and he narrowed his eyes to carefully identify the type of rash on it.

Ban Zhun allergic to seafood?

Ban Zhun, who put down his phone, looked at the plate with shrimp dumplings in surprise, regretful:

"Damn it... I just kept looking at my phone, and I forgot that this is a dumpling stuffed with shrimp."

Ban Zhun was naturally annoyed, after all, they were going to be in the group for recording next week.

And even though it was next week, there were only less than four days before today, yet he made such a fool.

It usually takes a week for the bumps on the wrists to disappear completely, but now there are dense rashes and wheals on the face and neck, which is really annoying.

Except that there was no reaction when he ate seafood for the first time, when Ban Zhun ate lobster for the second time, the whole family finally discovered that he was allergic to this stuff.

From the face to the body, there were large areas of red rashes, and after the rashes disappeared, a wheal with severe pain and itching appeared again, which made it difficult for Ban Zhun to sleep.

So after that, Ban Zhun will be more careful every time he eats, so as not to eat these things by mistake.

Maybe it was because of drinking today, or maybe it was because he learned that Rong Qian was willing to participate in variety shows with him. In short, Ban Zhun unconsciously let down his vigilance while looking at his mobile phone, and regarded the dumplings stuffed with shrimps as his own. The stuffed cabbage that I ate on weekdays was swallowed into my mouth one after another.

Ban Zhun didn't realize that the taste of the dumplings in his mouth didn't seem quite right until he was a little choked and heard Rong Qian's doubtful question to him.

"Go to the hospital."

Rong Qian simply stood up, ready to put on his coat and get the car keys.

Ban Zhun hurriedly pressed Rong Qian who was passing by him to stop his behavior: "It's okay, I have medicine."

To be honest, he really didn't want to take the medicine, but compared to the hospital, Ban Zhun would rather take the medicine hastily, after all, no one wants to go to the hospital in the middle of the night for such a trivial matter.

What's more, his eyes can't drive in this kind of light, and he still has to trouble Rong Qian in the end.

"It's all right," Ban Zhun got up and walked to the bedroom. "I always eat seafood by mistake. I'll be fine with some medicine. If I don't eat it, I'll be fine in a few days."

But because of the need to record the show, even if he doesn't like it, he has to grit his teeth and swallow the medicine.

.

Four days are coming soon.

Rong Qian was infected by Ban Zhun's slightly excited appearance early in the morning, so when he was packing his luggage, he was happy for Ban Zhun.

"Today is a promotional poster shoot, so maybe I need to put on some makeup, don't you feel used to it?"

Ban Zhun came out of the bedroom with the quilt in his arms, squatted halfway in front of Rong Qian, and asked a tentative question.

Rong Qian shook his head, "No."

Ban Zhun felt relieved, raised his hand to scratch the red marks on his neck that had mostly faded, and grinned: "The makeup won't be very thick, it's just a thin layer, the kind that can be removed after shooting."

The dimple at the corner of his lips was filled with joy from the heart, Rong Qian just casually raised his head to look at him, and then froze there slightly.

Being stared at by Rong Qian, Ban Zhun thought he was blocking his eyes, and hurriedly hugged the quilt and went straight to the balcony, not disturbing Rong Qian to do his own business anymore.

The two of them didn't have much luggage, but Ban Zhun still let Rong Qian drive a spacious MPV, thinking that he could carry Director Qiao and his wife privately and for public use during the program.

Today I simply took some photos, so all the guests did not arrive at the same time at the same time.

Ban Zhun was very interested in the guests invited by the program group, so the two of them were also the first couple to arrive at the hotel.

The assistant director who was in charge of all their storyboards during the filming ran over and greeted the two of them respectfully:

"Hello, Teacher Ban. My name is Zhou Yang. Just call me Xiao Zhou. In the next few days, I will be responsible for receiving and issuing tasks for the two of you. Please take care of Teacher Ban and Mr. Rong."

Ban Zhun shook hands with him with a smile, stood side by side with Rong Qian, and listened to Zhou Yang introduce the next arrangement to them:

"So today we are mainly shooting this promotional poster. In addition, we will have a simple meeting in advance after all the guests arrive at night, so as to avoid some oolongs during the official shooting."

Ban Zhun glanced at Rong Qian and nodded to Zhou Yang.

Seeing that the two of them had no objection, Zhou Yang handed the things in his hands to Ban Zhun:

"Mr. Ban, this is the room card for the two of you. Please keep it well. After the lunch break, you can start shooting."

Unexpectedly, Ban Zhun suddenly asked a question, his tone full of doubts:

"us?"

Where does "they" come from?

Zhou Yang was surprised, "Yes, Mr. Ban and Mr. Rong."

Ban Zhun was even more frightened. He quickly glanced at Rong Qian who still had a calm expression on his face, and whispered in Zhou Yang's ear:

"A room between us?"

Zhou Yang was dumbfounded.

if not?

Has the rumored rich and powerful Ban Zhun started to show off?

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as what the master told him.

Zhou Yang was not blind, he could see that Rong Qian, who was an amateur, was not inferior to any well-known artist who hadn't attended yet in terms of appearance.

Whether it's pure appearance, or the connotation of temperament in every gesture, Rong Qian has firmly gained the upper hand, and there is still a bit of composure in his bones that a boy of this age should not have.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yang felt sore in his heart.

How come all the good things are given by his class.

Therefore, after hearing Ban Zhun's unexpected and almost Versailles expression, Zhou Yang only felt angry.

What the fuck is so great about marrying a beautiful wife.

What else does his class have left besides being good-looking and having a bit of stinky money?

Realizing this problem, Zhou Yang felt even more sad.

When you are alive, don't you just want to say a few words to the people around you.

It's amazing to look good, and it's amazing to have a bit of money.

However, these two sentences perfectly coincided with the handsome young man in front of him, and they didn't even seem to violate harmony at all.

Zhou Yang sighed helplessly.

As for whether this is worthy of Rong Qian, besides Ban Zhun, he really can't find a second one.

Holding the heavy room card in his hand, Ban Zhun's steps became heavy, not as brisk as when he came.

Rong Qian followed Ban Zhun into the door of the hotel suite, looking at the back of the young man who was full of anxiety.

Should I say something to break the eerie silence?

Rong Qian hesitated.

However, as soon as he entered the house, Ban Zhun suddenly crept to each wall like a thief stepping on a spot, checking everything carefully.

Rong Qian couldn't help being speechless, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Ban Zhun put his index finger on his slightly pursed lips, signaling Rong Qian not to make a sound for now.

Rong Qian could only frown as he continued to move.

For a while, he climbed onto the TV cabinet, and for a while, he crawled on the carpet.

Like a monkey with epilepsy and sequelae of cerebral thrombosis.

Rong Qian couldn't bear it anymore, and asked again:

"What exactly are you looking for?"

Ban Zhun turned around, tore off the curtain on his face, and replied furtively:

"I heard that there are more cameras in this kind of place than in the second exam."

Rong Qian: "...???"

The author has something to say:

Ban Boss: Give Rong Qian my film salary, and he will keep his promise and won't tell others about me, right?

Mrs. Ben: That's right, it's me, Mrs. Ben, you said the red spots on his neck?yes i bit

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