Bamboo horse and bamboo horse grow up together

Yu Wen knelt in front of the Buddha statue, raised his head to worship the solemn Buddha, there was a lot of voices behind him, no one remained serious because he was in the temple, complained about the expensive incense, what wishes did he make, did his son and daughter come with him, and where did he spend the New Year? , I could hear it clearly through Yu Wen in the hall.Yu Wen kowtowed in front of the Buddha, and he had never believed in Buddha on weekdays. If he suddenly visited, he might not hear his appeal, and Yu Wen put his palms together and kowtowed again.

"Young man, you've been praying for a long time, it's my turn." The aunt beside him patted Yu Wen on the shoulder and called him to get up. Yu Wen got up in a daze and walked to the door. For those who came to worship Buddha, Yu Wen touched his own red rope and went down the mountain against the flow of people.

Whether it is Buddha who comes all the way to worship, or a wish that cannot be fulfilled by one's own strength.Yu Wen hoped that he could be the best reporter and that Yang Fan could become the best actor. Yu Wen twirled the red rope in his hand, praying that the Buddha would hear his pious wish.

Yang Fan lay motionless on the bed, his neck creaked when he turned his head, Yu Wen untied the red string in his hand, tied it to Yang Fan's hand, and said, this is the one I made a wish in the temple in the afternoon, and I must not take it off.

"What did you promise?"

"You are about to become famous, and I am about to become a teacher."

"Hey, I think about this every day, and God has never promised me."

"It's you, let me tell you later, it will be done." Yu Wen rubbed Yang Fan's shoulder vigorously, Yang Fan didn't feel anything, fell asleep beside him, and performed until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, which was the first day , how to survive the rest of the day.

On the second day of junior high school, Yu Wen went back to the newspaper office by car early in the morning. When Yang Fan returned home at night and fell on the bed, he reached out and touched the quilt. There was an envelope of red envelopes under the quilt, a package of [-] yuan. Yang Fan called excitedly: "Brother , Big brother, little brother is so moved."

One summer night, Yu Wen suddenly received a call from Yang Fan, "Where are you from?"

"In the dormitory."

"Really, you stand in front of your red thermos bottle and pinch your waist to take a picture, and send me a MMS, hurry up."

"Why, what's the matter?"

"Send it quickly, I need it now." Yang Fan finished in a commanding tone, staring at the phone with dull eyes, waiting for Yu Wen's MMS.Yang Fan had a dream. In the dream, Yu Wen was running on the battlefield with a group of men in black with short guns. He fell to the ground while running and never stood up again.

Yu Wen's MMS message was sent, and Yang Fan continued to sleep comfortably. When he woke up, he went straight to the top of the hot search list. He had filmed a low-budget TV series before, and he didn't even expect to have a high ratings. Thought propaganda did not get the effect, and was pushed up by a certain post inadvertently.

The sky is full of stills of Yang Fan. Yang Fan opens his Weibo, and the hundred and ten people accumulated in the past ten years have passed overnight. Yang Fan’s heart is pounding, shutting down and restarting, is it true? of.

What is Yang Fan thinking, what should he be thinking at this time, how can he calm down his excitement, Yang Fan grabbed his mobile phone and called Yu Wen, but no one answered, and he called again, but still no one answered, Yang Fan looked at yesterday's MMS, it was yesterday Did the late dream continue into this morning?

At noon, Yang Fan was still on the hot search list, and the popularity continued to increase instead of decreasing. All the roles he had played were picked up. He turned out to be a low-key and capable actor who had won awards. Previously, online manuscripts praising Yang Fan’s acting skills were published by others. Pull it out and keep forwarding it.

Yang Fan's heart thumped for a whole day. In the afternoon, he received a call from the brokerage company. He wanted to sign a contract. Yang Fan wanted to discuss with someone, but he couldn't get through to Yu Wen's call. Time was running out. If the heat dropped tonight, the company would regret it tomorrow. What should I do, after signing the contract, I no longer need to try my best to please the assistant director, just find a lot of scenes.

The young man who had been struggling for food and clothing turned into a handsome actor who signed a contract with an agency overnight. Yang Fan felt that all this was like a dream, and he was afraid of being woken up suddenly.

Yu Wen made an unannounced investigation and returned to the newspaper office. When he saw the news about Yang Fan, he shook the newspaper happily and deliberately asked the people in the office: "This time, the new actor named Yang Fan is very handsome."

"That's right, the acting is not bad." Said the little girl who usually likes to chase stars.

Yu Wen returned to his seat with a smile. When he got home from get off work, he hugged the computer to write manuscripts. The manuscripts on the Internet were too low-level, so Yu Wen had to do it himself.

The popularity has not diminished. In the past nine years, Yang Fan’s film and television works have been enough to last for a while, and his debut works became popular again. Because the works are good enough, a large number of film critics once again pushed Yang Fan to the point of discussion. Coincidentally, Yang Fan’s cameo movie is just about to be released , as God intended, everything pushed Yang Fan to the center of the topic.

A lot of resources found Yang Fan. The original face suddenly became a well-known symbol for the public. Everyone wanted to take advantage of the traffic in endorsements, interviews, and events. Yang Fan was a little panicked and stood in the center of the stage watching The Wuyang Wuyang crowd below, their feet are only weak.

Yang Fan has a team in an instant, professional makeup artist, assistants, agents, to accompany Yang Fan to fly all over the world.Being famous brought Yang Fan joy, but the journey to maintain this fame was exhausting. In two months, Yang Fan never returned to Yu Wen's city.

Looking at the skyrocketing bank account balance, Yang Fan felt a sense of security in his heart. He no longer had to worry about tomorrow,

Don't worry about where you will live tomorrow.

But the sense of security is fleeting. Yang Fan often can't sleep at night. The softer the bed, the more he can't sleep. When the balance of the bank account is reached, this kind of anxiety will be temporarily relieved, but at night, when I return to the hotel from a lively place, when I am alone, my whole body is suppressed.

"Hey, did you sleep, where did you put it?"

"Beijing."

"Sigh, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, I just can't sleep."

"When are you coming back."

"I don't know." Yang Fan said and buried himself in the quilt, and took another deep breath, "Let's go buy the house we saw last time, and wait until I go back next time."

"Then when will you come back, big star, I haven't seen you since you became popular until now."

"Come on, in two days."

"Okay, I'll pick you up later, go to sleep quickly, say that you are still weak, how tired you are."

One night in winter, Yu Wen Yang Fan stayed in his new home with full heating, Yu Wen stood in the bathroom washing clothes, Yang Fan leaned against the door, looked at Yu Wen standing beside him doing laundry, and smiled silly.

"What are you smirking at?"

"It's nothing." Yang Fan still leaned against the door and giggled.

"Why, I've never seen a man wash his underwear."

"Still laughing, I really don't know how to do it, I will teach you by hand." Yu Wen continued.

Yang Fan leaned against the wall as if his laughing point had been tapped, and couldn't stop laughing. Yu Wen came out from the balcony and sat on the sofa. Yang Fan stood behind the sofa and rubbed Yu Wen's shoulders, saying happily: "Haha, we Now that I have my own big house, it’s not too bad.”

"Excellent, are you tired lately? I didn't see how you ate for lunch this afternoon." Yu Wen asked Yang Fan to lie down and stepped on Yang Fan's shoulders.

"It's okay, but I'm worried and panic, there are activities everywhere, but I just haven't come to me for movies and TV dramas."

"Is it not, or your company won't give it to you. You have to hurry up and have a masterpiece. When the time comes, you won't be able to find the play you want to act in."

"I know, maybe I'm just worrying about this." Yang Fan twisted his neck, rang a few times, and fell asleep directly on the pillow.

Yu Wen sat under the sofa, leaning against the sofa, looking at the sleeping Yang Fan, looking at the big house in front of him, with mixed feelings, Yang Fan became famous, I was happy for him, but Yang Fan flew around every day, he was too busy to touch his feet I feel sorry for him, and think about myself, I am almost thirty, and I have switched to a TV station, but I still have no words to speak of, I spend my days in manuscripts, and I can't see the future of development.

Yang Fan left with his suitcase early in the morning, and Yu Wen also returned to the dormitory with his schoolbag on his back. Maybe he is used to living in a small place, and living in a big house alone is a bit boring.

Sometimes, Yang Fan took advantage of his off-duty and stood waiting for Yu Wen to get off work, which startled Yu Wen, hahahaha smirked all the way, at midnight, Yu Wen and Yang Fan went to drink milk tea, the smell wafting in the shop was both warm and cozy, Yu Wen He breathed a sigh of relief, and showed Yang Fan his ability to swallow clouds and fog.

It was snowing heavily outside, and the house was steaming hot. One person was boiling fragrant water, and the other was watching the video and laughing.There was no one in the shop, so you can sit wherever you want, but Yu Wenwen and Yang Fan were sitting in the corner with milk tea, and if you didn't look carefully, you would think there was no one in the shop.

Yang Fan pointed to the clerk and called Yu Wen to watch.

The boy playing with the mobile phone patted the boy making milk tea, handed the phone to him, and after watching a video, put it on the other's shoulder and smiled, rubbed each other's face, sweet water dripped from the eyes, and smiled He smiled, and went on with his own business.

"Another day, let's open a milk tea shop too. Don't do anything, just make milk tea together."

"Okay."

"Let's go, don't drink, let people get off work and go home." Yu Wen pushed Yang Fan out.

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