Baoyang Chronicle

The temporary change of roles caused an uproar.

Once the popular traffic was replaced, fans of Liu Yuwen's family were all over the place, conspiracy theories, bedtime theories, all kinds of things, only you can't think of it, they can't guess it.What's more, it was said that because the director wanted to unspoken rules for idols, idols resisted to death, and finally ended up like this, which is sad and lamentable.If I hadn't been one of the parties involved, I would have believed it.

Of course, my Weibo is not much better.Tens of millions of fans are against millions, and the difference is only one order of magnitude. It is a matter of minutes to capture the comment area.

I glanced at it, and the photo taken by the sponsor before the audition became the main battlefield. Words such as the villain's success, the eyebrows, the mouse eyes, and the like were like an idiom conference, and they did not repeat themselves.I looked at that photo for a long time, but I didn't see any emotions other than nervousness.

But what they say is what they say. Although I think I am upright, it is a certainty to steal someone else's role.In the worst case, I'll cut the trumpet, out of sight is out of sight, what can you do to me.

The funder was filled with righteous indignation, specifically manifested in the fact that there was no role in the scene, rest in the room, or any other time that could stick to me, and they were all used to knock on the phone bitterly and bitterly.

I didn't know what he was doing at first, I thought he found some good TV series to pass the time.Until one night, I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t told the donor, and when I turned around, I saw that the donor’s mobile phone was stuck on the Weibo complaint interface.The funder quickly and accurately pointed out the false information, and then the complaint was successful.Under the bright white light of the mobile phone, he had a ferocious expression, which perfectly blended with the characters in the script.

Me: "...what are you doing?"

The gold master grinned sullenly: "Do you want to use the trumpet? You don't need to borrow it from me."

The last time I lent him the trumpet, he turned around and "kindly" used the tuba to interlock with me.It took me a lot of effort to make his fans think that the gold master was shaking his hands, and to divert his attention away from my pure land.The lesson was heavy and I had to guard against it. I looked at him warily: "What are you doing?"

"Tear, force."

"...?"

"The group of fans Liu Yuwen on your Weibo is so mad at me!" He held out his phone in front of me, pointed at the comment, "It's like a treasure": "This says that you fanned the flames of the crew and replaced his brother; this says that you have always had ulterior motives , passers-by turned black; and this! This one even said that you climbed on the screenwriter's bed, the screenwriter and the director were blowing... Pooh! Other than my bed, no one else dares to let you try climbing on it!"

... Actually, I don't want to climb at all, really.

I snatched the phone from the benefactor, and comforted me: "Oh, didn't I steal someone's announcement? Their fans just say what they want, and I can't lose a piece of meat."

The gold master's eyes slanted: "It's because he didn't act well, and he still played. He's to blame, it's none of your business."

"..."

"I'm going to fight them to the end today. I don't believe that I have so many trumpets, and I can't report successfully. Hurry up, lend me the trumpet, why don't you borrow it from my assistant."

...Okay, okay, just give it to you.

The trumpet was lent out, and I still have the little trumpet.There's no way, there are so many mobile phone numbers, it's just so capricious.

……

Well...to be honest, I was actually afraid of the financial master messing around.The benefactor kept clasping his phone on the set, so I was not at ease, for fear that he would make another big incident.If I have nothing to do, I have to use a small account to spy on the screen, and pay close attention to every word and deed of the benefactor.

In the past two days, he has not lost his hatred, and he directly forwards the comments when he is tearful.

[Smiling]//@宇闻的家养娇妇妻: Hehe, it’s just your family that’s good, the actor Liang Liang doesn’t like to talk to your family as usual, he swells after getting a nomination for a pheasant award, why don’t he go to the sky Well//@Don’t hate me, I’m super fierce: What’s wrong with your acting skills, what’s wrong with the director, I advise you to face up to this world and make less excuses//@宇闻的家养妇妇妻: It’s a mess Someone at the bottom actually went on the hot search overnight and succeeded in the audition. Someone picked the little white flower off the top of his head. Now the white flower is not popular, be good [smile]

(Note: Don't hate me, I'm super fierce, it's my trumpet)

I swiped again, and the sponsor added another comment: You wait.

I thought, it’s broken, the group photo at the playground is still in the hands of the patron, so don’t send it on impulse.Hurry up and stop the suicidal behavior of the funder.

Stretching out his head to see, sure enough, the patron had already cut a large size, and after adding the photos of the playground, he almost sent them out.I quickly grabbed the phone: "Calm down, don't compete."

The benefactor glared at me: "Give it to me."

"No."

The patron's attitude is tough, and there is a stance that if you don't give it to me, I will throw a tantrum. I have no choice but to adopt a soft policy, and Shunmao comforted me: "Oh, look, don't you ignore the black fans who scold you, don't you? Why are you still angry with those little girls now?"

The benefactor shrugged: "Who made them scold you."

For the thousands of fans on Weibo, I kissed and kissed, hugged and hugged, and sacrificed my body to achieve the great harmony of life.

In the middle of the night, the benefactor was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, like a satiated fox.

After I took a shower, I came out and rubbed against him. Seeing that his phone was still on the picture interface, I was frightened for a while.I almost kowtowed to death, please think twice, Mr. Jinzhu.

The gold master blinked: "Can't you really send it out..."

"cannot!"

"Is it really not possible..." Jin Zhu lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, looking very pitiful.

My heart was soft, and I lowered my head to follow his gaze, and the words "sent" flashed by.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

"Delete it quickly!"

"do not want!"

"deleted!"

"do not want!"

All right, tomorrow will be a hit, and his team will have to work overtime.The benefactor is good everywhere, why sometimes he is like a child, acting on his head.I'm an unknown little star, I don't care, but he doesn't think about himself at all.I was so angry that I hugged the quilt and turned around and didn't want to talk to him. The warm body of the gold master pressed against him again: "Are you angry...?"

"Humph."

He handed the phone to me: "Take a closer look."

I took a glance with half-closed eyes, and there was a line of small blue characters on the microblog of that photo, "Liang Wan mz, ​​[-]th line small transparent Lu Mingze".I know this, it means that it is only visible to these two people.

Jin Zhu's eyes were bent into two crescents: "Are you still angry?"

I touched my heart, which was still in shock, and covered him with a quilt bitterly.

Later, the benefactor set this Weibo to the top, and every time I went to watch/rape him, I could always see this photo of two people smiling brightly in the playground.

Alas, this childish ghost.