The star of the entertainment industry has you

It took Fang Zheng an hour and a half to drive from City S to Ruicang Mountain, which took two hours.

He wanted to see Ji Qingchuan, and couldn't wait for a moment; although he hadn't figured it out yet, whether to thank him or let it go after seeing him.

The peach blossoms on Ruicang Mountain have withered, and Ji Qingchuan is gone.

Fortunately, I met Director Lin from the production team next door, and politely told Fang Zheng that the production team of "Thousands of Machines" had returned to the city.

After eating a piece of bread with mineral water in a hurry, Fang Zheng drove back to S City.Stepping on the edge of the speed limit, encountering and rubbing shoulders with one car after another, is like countless rushes in life, and it seems that if you take a slow step, you will miss it.

When the car enters the urban area, there are so many traffic lights along the way, which lengthens the wait one by one.

Arriving at the place where Ji Qingchuan shot the perfume advertisement last time, Fang Zheng ran into the building.

The flow of people was so crowded that Fang Zheng had to be careful in a low voice, "Excuse me" all the way, while searching the studios of the whole building one by one.

There is no Qingchuan.There is no Qingchuan anywhere.

Come to think of it, an out-of-date actor like Ji Qingchuan must be free.

Instead, I met Wei Hong.Looking at Fang Zheng with a provocative face, he probably wanted to ridicule, but because of his friendship with Mr. Yan, he could only vent his breath through his nostrils and turned his head away.

Fang Zheng didn't care about Wei Hong.At the end of April, he only wore a long-sleeved T-shirt, and his back was soaked.After running to the last studio, he bent down, put his hands on his knees, and took a few heavy breaths.Sweat dripped from the tips of his hair, and together with his unresolved mood, wet his eyelashes and blurred his eyes.

Straightening up and running downstairs in a hurry, Fang Zheng drove to Xinmiao Nursery with the last glimmer of hope.

Unfortunately, the degree of fulfillment of human wishes is often inversely proportional to the degree of eagerness.

On the way home, Fang Zheng drove the car extremely slowly.

After the reckless energy that was eagerly looking for disappeared, the retreat gradually came up.

Probably people are always like this. When the blood is on the brain, they only act on impulse, but if they fail at that time, the impulse dissipates, and they will return to reason, slowly thinking about various problems that have never been thought of before, and fear will gradually arise. .For example, those who jumped off the building on impulse, if they were lucky enough to survive at that time, most of them would not have the courage to jump a second time.

Fang Zheng thought, luckily he didn't find Ji Qingchuan, otherwise what would I want to do?I didn't think about anything, so I went looking for it rashly. If he asked me why I was looking for him, how would I answer?

Traveling hundreds of kilometers just to say "thank you"?

Thanks to him, have you ever panicked your youth?

A little dazed, Fang Zheng turned on the car radio, trying to shake off his chaotic thoughts, and temporarily escaped.

"You are a strange man in the world, and I am the spicy man on the earth. I want to give you that fresh flower, you let me smell a special fragrance..." On the radio, Song Zhenghuan, Qu Zhengnong .

"You are the one in the world..." the lyrics were repeated, Fang Zheng casually hummed and glanced at the rearview mirror, "The strange man... ah!"

The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, the man was at the exit of the supermarket.

Ji Qingchuan, who was plainly dressed and carrying a huge shopping bag, walked out of the supermarket alone, with green celery protruding from the corner of the shopping bag.

Go to the set, go to the kitchen - really amazing man.

The sun was setting in the western sky at this moment.Surrounded by huge red clouds, billowing and scattered in the sky.

Ji Qingchuan frowned slightly, his hair was reflected golden in the sunset.

Such a scene flashed in Fang Zheng's mind - Ji Qingchuan went home alone, and the house was deserted.He cooks and eats alone, and the room is so quiet that the sound of breathing can be heard.

A little man named Fang Xiaozheng jumped out: "I want to have dinner with him!"

The bewilderment and retreat just now disappeared.

There is a concept in psychology called classical conditioning, also known as Pavlovian conditioning.Press the buzzer every time you feed the dog meat. After a long time, the dog will drool when he hears the buzzer.

Fang Zheng felt the same way at the moment.

If you like someone for a long time, you will form a conditioned reflex. No matter how entangled your heart was before, when you see this person frowning, all your reason will be thrown away.

Parked the car on the side of the road, Fang Zheng ran to the back, grabbed Ji Qingchuan's shopping bag with one hand, and stuffed Ji Qingchuan into his car with the other: "Are you going home? I'll see you off."

The speed of his speech and the swiftness of his movements are so coherent that people can't refuse them, which is comparable to those kidnappers who parked their cars and hijacked them.

Ji Qingchuan was suddenly pushed, startled.He didn't breathe a sigh of relief until he saw who it was.

"It's you. I thought that food was being robbed these days." Ji Qingchuan was taken aback by his bold and unrestrained behavior, "You're sweating profusely, what are you doing?"

Fang Zheng hesitated for a long time, but before he could think of an answer, his stomach let out a loud grunt.

Ji Qingchuan laughed loudly: "Let me treat you to dinner. There is a nice restaurant in front of you, I go there often. Turn left at the first traffic light."

Fang Zheng glanced sideways at the shopping bag under Ji Qingchuan's feet. The bright red color of fresh pork ribs and the off-white color of frozen scallops could be clearly seen through the plastic bag.

"When you go to a restaurant, I'm afraid the fresh ones will turn sour, and the iced ones will turn hot. How about..." Fang Zheng blurted out without thinking, "Why don't we go to your house for dinner."

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, my heart was beating with gongs and drums, and it was noisy and restless.Fang Zheng himself didn't expect that he would accidentally say what was on his mind.Will it be too urgent and too unreserved?

Somewhat annoyed by his own reaction, Fang Zheng scratched his head immediately, and smiled in a disguised manner: "I'm joking, don't take it seriously. I just prefer home-cooked food. Restaurants are also fine, as long as there is something to eat."

Ji Qingchuan was a little embarrassed.

He never liked bringing people home.Everyone said that he was easy-going, kind and helpful, only Xu Xinran saw through his essence, saying that he only gave warmth and help to those who did not try to enter his heart; once someone wanted to go further, he would quickly run away.

But now, Fang Zheng looked at him eagerly, and smiled like a grinning Samoyed. When he talked about going to his house for dinner, his eyes were brighter than the stars;Ji Qingchuan couldn't bear to refuse.

Ji Qingchuan sighed: "Okay, if you don't dislike my poor workmanship, then go to my house."

Fang Zheng's face turned red strangely, is he really going to his house?Went to his house?Home?How about buying a bottle of wine and...

Ji Qingchuan smiled and sat in the co-pilot and stopped talking.Fang Zheng's heart beat faster and faster.

If someone, just sitting quietly next to you, you can't help but want to shout, roll over, laugh, sing loudly to the other person, how does that feel?

As if hearing Fang Zheng's heartfelt voice, the gentle host on the radio said, "Next, Mr. Zhang, whose phone number ends in 1891, ordered a song for his lover—"

"Sister Lin fell from the sky, like a light cloud that just came out of Xiu. I only thought that he was a reckless and frivolous person in his belly, but he turned out to have a strange and unconventional bone..." On the radio, the melodious sound of Shaoxing opera sounded.

Fang Zheng was almost choked to death by the saliva.

Ji Qingchuan patted him on the shoulder happily: "Young man, the old man sees that your bones are strange, and you are not an ordinary person. You can have such an adventure if you fall off a cliff. Come, this Tathagata God's Palm is for you!"

Ji's house is not far from Fang Zheng's residence.

The crew of "Thousand Machines" has finished work, and the rest of the editing and post-production are still being done.As an annual blockbuster, it takes at least half a year in the later stage.After Ji Qingchuan's role was over, he came back early to rest.

It is a quiet community amidst the noise, with a good environment and supporting facilities. Ji Qingchuan bought it when he was in the limelight.

Ji Qingchuan was wearing half-worn home clothes and an apron with the words "XX detergent, a good kitchen helper" printed on it, chatting casually with Fang Zheng while chopping vegetables.The soup pot next to it was steaming, making the kitchen feel unreal.

Fang Zheng leaned against the kitchen door, his eyes fixed on Ji Qingchuan.

He thought of Ji Qingchuan under the camera—the look of broken heart, the look of looking up and laughing, the look of affectionate style, the look of burning with anger, every side has been carefully polished, shining brightly under the spotlight.

However, it is not as good as the ordinary beauty that is within reach at this moment.

This beauty instantly made his hesitant heart firm.

"Why are you standing there in a daze?" Ji Qingchuan looked at Fang Zheng who was standing motionless at the door in surprise.

"Ah? Oh, have you ever played a stand-alone martial arts RPG game?" Fang Zheng returned to his senses.

"Played. What's the matter?"

"No matter which single-player martial arts game, there will be a plot design for opening a treasure chest. The location of the treasure chest can be bright or dark, and the item rewards inside can be large or small. It all depends on luck. Now I have a feeling of good luck, and I have opened to hide the big treasure chest."

Ji Qingchuan smiled: "So, in your eyes, do I look like a box, or is my position very hidden?"

"You look like a mainline character!" Fang Zheng blurted out.

Life is like a stand-alone martial arts game.Some people and things are side plots. If you meet them, you can gain experience and get some magic weapons; if you miss them, it doesn't matter.There are also some people and things that are the main story line, which cannot be avoided but cannot be avoided. No matter how you choose, you will definitely accompany the protagonist and influence the final outcome of the protagonist.

"I'm the main character who accompanies the protagonist to fight monsters and upgrade?" Ji Qingchuan sighed, "Then the treasure chest you opened now must be very big, otherwise it won't be able to hold me."

Fang Zheng: "..."

"Little unpacking master, do mullets like steamed or braised?" Ji Qingchuan asked Fang Zheng holding up the fish in his hand.

"Uh," Fang Zheng scratched his head, "Has anyone ever said that? You look like a super good wife and mother."

"A good wife and mother?" Ji Qingchuan glared at him, before pretending to be angry, he laughed first, "Someone really said that."

"A friend once said that the only thing I can cook is attractive."

If Fang Zheng hadn't asked, Ji Qingchuan would have almost forgotten.

Many years ago, once at Xu Xinran's house, he cooked porridge for her. By the way, he packed the cupboard full of expired instant noodles and prepared to go downstairs to throw them away.Xin Ran hugged him back suddenly: "Qingchuan, you are so attractive. Other men are vying to buy me a drink, but you are the only one who buys me soup and porridge. Let me tell you, my mother died young, and my father Married again, my stepmother never was mean to me, but when I came home late, there was never food left on the table. Every time I saw her two daughters coming home late, she cooked a bowl of noodles with poached eggs in the kitchen, always secretly in my heart Envious. Later, when I moved out, I didn’t have time to buy any furniture, so I bought a cupboard full of instant noodles. But, how could it be the same.”

"Your acting skills are also great. Well, it's as good as your cooking skills. By the way, I've read your profile, and you didn't come from a major in acting. How did you get into the entertainment industry?"

"I worked part-time with my classmates when I was in college, and I made my debut when people saw it. Later, I really liked acting. Even if it's just a side role, or even just acting with my voice, I'm happy."

"Wow, you love your work, you have another advantage. Of course, if you can order food next time, especially beef or something, it will be more attractive."

"Snacks." Ji Qingchuan smiled and came over to pinch Fang Zheng's cheeks, and messed up his hair. "Come on, save my mobile phone number. Next time if you really want to order food, send me a text message first."

Fang Zheng stretched out his hand in a daze, covering the pinched place: "You..."

The author has something to say: (1) "You are a virtuous woman in the world, and I am a spicy man on the earth. I want to give you some fresh flowers, you let me smell a special fragrance..." From Su Yang Band "Xian Liang".

(2) "Sister Lin fell from the sky, like a light cloud that just came out of Xiu. I only said that he was reckless and frivolous in his belly, but his bones turned out to be unconventional..." from the Yue opera excerpt "Sister Lin Falls from the Sky" .

I have been thinking about the title of the book, and I have considered N, from "When a Heart Healing Doctor Meets a Powerful Celebrity" to "Healing the Heart and Nourishing the Stomach in the Entertainment Industry", from "Rearing Notes of a Psychiatrist" to "Doctor, Down That One "Strength faction", in short, too distressed.

Let's tentatively choose "The Star of the Entertainment Circle with You".

Dear friends, if you think of a good title, you must let me know!