you dream

"Mom! Why did you wake me up so early? I haven't been working recently!"

Jiang Chen yawned, opened his sleepy eyes and complained to the middle-aged woman wearing a headband.

He has not experienced the fear of being urged to get up by his mother when he was studying in the past, and he has not experienced it for a long time.

"Your father specially contacted you with a child from an old friend's family. He said that he graduated from Peking University and has a career as a screenwriter. He is very talented. Maybe he can help you find new plays!"

"I'm not interested, I just want to sleep now."

Jiang Chen fell down, just pulled up the quilt to cover his face and was pulled away again.

"No! Your dad has already bought a gift, get up and wash up, and we will visit your Uncle Meng's house."

Jiang Chen wanted to hit someone.

That's right, Jiang Chen is currently in the bottleneck period of Mercury retrograde, what he lacks is not acting skills, but a genuinely good script.

But what he suspects now is not himself, but looking at the whole of China, there are not many good screenwriters at all!

In addition to directly buying the novel IP to change it beyond recognition, it is a bunch of original dramas that were pointed out by outsiders and capitalists, and finally came out bloody and vulgar.

Therefore, it's not that he didn't try hard, but he searched and searched until the end, but he couldn't find a satisfactory notebook after touching his nose.

A large sum of money was also fooled by the so-called intermediary.

So, even if he is ridiculed as a box office poison by the outside group now, he admits it, is lost, and is a Buddha.

He didn't believe that he had the shit luck to make a comeback.It has been more than half a year and a half of fading out. The manager, sister Lan, had a heart attack several times in front of him, but finally she had no choice.

However, his mother's fighting power is too strong. If the usual gang of pig friends would have been beaten to the head by him, but this is his mother.

It seems that this door must be released today.

Jiang Chen's face darkened: "Mom, go out, I'm not wearing underwear."

Mrs. Jiang: "... hurry up."

After his mother went out and closed the door, Jiang Chen came out of the bed and opened the closet to pick out clothes.

The mirror behind him reflected the man's sculptural golden ratio figure, with tight muscles and smooth skin, and his body line looked like he had been in the gym for years, it was hard not to attract people's imagination.

Jiang Chen was planning in his mind, so he went with his parents, dealt with it casually, and hurried back after a formality.

Along the way, he was in charge of driving, and his parents sat in the back seat, and each of them gave him science popularization with open mouths, like Tang Seng chanting a mantra, which made his scalp numb.

"Your Uncle Meng's family is a scholarly family. This Meng Boran is the very talented screenwriter I told you about... Don't be too crazy when you get to someone's house, you have to show that you are educated, you know?"

……

Jiang Chen gave a perfunctory "Oh", and whispered in his heart: I don't like Xueba the most in my life.

Meng Boran was sitting in the study, spinning a pen in his hand, thinking about the new script at hand for the nth time, when his sister suddenly ran in.

He glanced up, and the younger sister thoughtfully said, "Ah! I'm sorry brother, I forgot to knock on the door again. Didn't I interrupt your creative thinking?"

Meng Boran was not used to someone staring at the screen while writing, so he subconsciously closed the laptop and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I heard from my mother that there will be guests at noon. It's an actor. What's the name? Chen, Jiang Chen or Zhang Chen. I didn't catch it. Oh, it's so annoying, and I have to eat with strangers again!"

Meng Boran's heart skipped a beat.

"Jiang Chen? Which Jiang Chen? Could it be him? Impossible...absolutely impossible..."

"Brother, what are you mumbling about?"

"Oh, it's okay." Meng Boran stood up and took off his glasses, "My hair is messy, I'll wash it first."

As soon as the bathroom door was closed, Meng Boran applied dozens of drops of fragrant shower gel to his body, rubbed it, and his whole body was covered in white foam, like a huge walking cotton candy.

Except for a certain part of the body - it is born with bugs, is too hard, likes to warp, and it is not easy to rebound even if it is forced down.

Meng Boran tried his best, but he really couldn't do anything with his stupid hair.

Twenty minutes later, Meng Lu stood at the door of her brother's room, watching him blow-dry his hair, pat his face with toner and spray perfume, and felt that her brother was really a ghost this time.

He would usually ignore guests when they came, and locked himself in the study to write something. Why did he suddenly become so interested?It's really rare.

It is said that people depend on their clothes. The elder brother in front of him seems to have just returned from plastic surgery, and suddenly changed from a slovenly and bearded otaku to a refined and handsome young man in white.It was as if time had turned back, and it was suddenly back to when I was a child, a group of nympho girls competed to please her with candy and snacks and brought them to play with their brother.

"Brother, stop, stop flirting, it's like you're going on a blind date."

Looking at the mirror, Meng Boran mentioned the collar of his newly put on shirt, with an unpredictable expression and said with a half-smile: "Don't worry, it's your blind date if you want to go on a blind date. My parents are worrying about how to marry you off."

"Whatever you marry, isn't it nice to be free and happy alone?" Even if Meng Lu wore braces, it couldn't stop her upper and lower teeth from fighting. "Brother, even you think so?"

Meng Boran finally stopped his movements for a second, then walked to her side and rubbed her head lovingly: "Of course I hope my baby sister will stay with me for the rest of my life! Alright, go and change out of your pajamas." , the friendly forces still have 10 minutes to reach the battlefield."

Meng Lu beamed when she heard the words, and hopped on her slippers to change her clothes.

Meng Boran began to race against time to review Jiang Chen's materials, even though he had already memorized those materials by heart.

Jiang Chen, as if to be remembered for his birthday, was born ahead of schedule on December 1999, 12, the day Macao returned to China.

He graduated from Nortel and made his official debut at the age of 17. He became a smash hit by playing the role of a rebellious boy in his debut film. However, his acting career has gone up and down, and he has become a "box office poison" in the eyes of professional film critics.The male lead who took over three dramas fluttered in succession.

But this does not affect Jiang Si's love for this man.They fought wits and bravery with black fans, and followed their elder brother to the death.

Since then, Jiang Chen has become more and more low-key, he doesn't like to post on Weibo, and he doesn't like to interact. The rest of the information left to the public is even rarer than that of giant pandas.

His fans, in order to study this mysterious idol, have posted and analyzed various posts in Chaohua and support groups. The depth and breadth of research content can establish a school of Jiang Xue.

……

Obviously, Jiang Chen is different from those capital products outside who deliberately please fans.He has his own set of standards for doing things.

"Black and red are also red!" Meng Boran hugged his phone, feeling that he had fallen in love with this cool idol for the umpteenth time.

When Jiang Chen's family arrived, the elders greeted each other as soon as they met at the door. Jiang Chen stood behind them with his hands in his pockets and a pullover overalls. He looked cool and had a completely different style of painting.

Meng Lu looked at the bright-eyed luxury car logo, tiptoed and whispered to Meng Boran: "Look, brother, I can feel the simple aura of a rich man!"

Jiang Chen's father escorted him to Meng Boran.

"This is what Dad told you. Uncle Meng's eldest son, Bo Ran. You two should be about the same age."

Meng Boran's cheeks were slightly hot, and he took the initiative to walk over and stretch out a hand to say hello: "Hi Jiang Chen! I've seen you on TV, real people...better."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, politely touched Meng Boran's hand and then quickly pulled it away: "Hello, thank you."

He has always hated physical contact.Not to mention meeting a stranger for the first time.

Thinking of his mother's nagging before leaving, he twitched the corners of his stiff mouth and casually added: "It's the first time we meet, please give me your advice."

Meng Boran's mother prepared a table of specialty dishes, while his father opened a bottle of French champagne from his collection. Several people gathered around a full table and began to chat while eating.

Meng Boran always remembered the meeting between him and Jiang Chen when they were young.

Although Jiang Chen forgot.

But he always remembered.

He never thought that his childhood playmate would become a big star on TV one day, so he always wanted to work hard to get closer to him.

Meng Lu looked at the brother sitting next to her who was so nervous that he could only bow his head to eat. He knew each other well online, but had difficulty communicating in real life.

He also looked at Jiang Chen, who was sitting across from his brother, who was eating too slowly, and poked her brother with his arm: "Brother, hurry up and get food for my little brother!"

Jiang Chen:?

Meng Boran almost bit his tongue: "Ah, this...isn't that good!"

Their family has never had the habit of serving serving chopsticks.

Jiang Chen's mother responded immediately: "What's wrong! Your own people, your own people! Don't look outside! Xiaochen, you are skinny, eat more!"

So Meng Boran deliberately chose the fried beef with bitter gourd that Jiang Chen had turned over from the brand, and took a chopstick and sent it to his bowl.

Meng Boran's lips and teeth smelled of alcohol, his face was easy to be stained with alcohol, but now his face turned even redder.

Jiang Chen: "..."

A hundred thousand grass mud horses galloped past.

It is impossible for him to touch other people's saliva.

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had to eat again.

That feeling is as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.

Meng Boran's mother said again: "You don't remember the fight you had before. At that time, you were only this tall and you were wearing crotch pants."

She gestured with her hand on her chest, she was a short winter melon.

Meng Boran: ...Don't mention this kind of dark history, Mom!

Jiang Chen didn't have much memory of what happened when he was a child, and he didn't want to answer the conversation, so he stared at Meng Boran and continued to eat with lowered eyes.

Uncle Jiang was thin-skinned and went around a lot without mentioning the script.So he secretly touched his wife's foot with his knee under the dinner table.

Mrs. Jiang understood and picked up the wine glass: "Next, I will toast everyone for our family Chenchen. I hope everyone is happy every day!"

"We, Chenchen, are worried about not being able to get a good script recently. I heard from Lao Jiang that Boran is a top student in the Faculty of Arts, and he is very good at writing, so let us bring Chenchen over to ask for advice!" After speaking, he fell down again Wine: "Boran, this glass of auntie respects you!"

Meng Boran paused, "Don't dare! Please, Auntie!"

Meng Boran is definitely self-aware. He is just a fledgling screenwriter. It is already very good to find a job as a screenwriter's assistant when he just graduated.He himself likes the current original script, but even if Jiang Chen stays with him for another ten or eight years, in the next life, in the next life, it is impossible for him to like a new play like his.

Jiang Chen's pent-up emotions have reached a critical point. He has never seen his parents humiliating in front of outsiders like this. Although he knows that they are doing it for his own good, he is even more upset when he thinks it is because of himself.

"Mom, you can't drink, don't drink too much."

"Mom can drink! Mom is too late to be happy!"

Meng Boran couldn't resist his kindness, so he had no choice but to say: "Auntie, after dinner, Jiang Chen and I will go to the study to discuss and see if he is interested in the book I... am writing."

Jiang Chen's expression froze for a second: ... This guy is really here?Do you really think of yourself as the reincarnation of Wenquxing?

At this moment, Meng Lu's heart has turned into a screaming chicken: Lonely men and widows talk about scripts behind closed doors?Too many elements!

This progress is too fast!Is there any shortage of on-site commentators, lighting engineers and photographers?I can!