I still like you [entertainment circle]

The chess friend said a few words in French, and said goodbye to the old man, who responded with a smile, and when he turned around, he faced Wen Yu again with a calm and prestige face.

Wen Yu walked downstairs and greeted perfunctorily: "Good afternoon."

If the relationship between people must be defined by blood, then the majestic old man in front of him is his grandfather.

Although Wen Yu never called him that, he never allowed Wen Yu to call himself that.

In his eyes, Wen Yu was just a wild child whose biological mother never showed up. He was a "disgrace" to their family, and it was the most wrong and ridiculous decision his son made out of madness.

Not to mention Wen Yu, even Wen Yu's biological father is an indelible "shame" in the heart of this high-ranking old man.

The old man hated Wen Yu's existence, but every time he saw his deep brows and eyes, he would think of his paranoid and poor son, and compassion often arose in this thought.

But such moments are rare, and Wen Yu has endured years of indifference to each other.

Wen Yu tidied up his clothes and prepared to go out.

The old man leaned on a cane and sat down on the sofa, his attitude was as indifferent as ever: "This time it landed again, so fly away immediately."

"Otherwise?" Wen Yu shrugged, "Staying here will cause trouble for you?"

The old man snorted coldly: "You really look like your crazy father."

"That crazy father, didn't you drive him crazy?"

"You—" the old man was angry, "You are simply presumptuous!"

What a stereotyped word, like an antique.

The corners of Wen Yu's mouth curled up naturally, with a half-smile: "To be honest, I've always wanted to ask. It's this age, don't you still look down on homosexuality? You have lived abroad for so many years. Still so old-fashioned? Still think it's hard to tell your son is gay?"

Wen Yu talked so frankly about the old man's "family ugliness" that he was ashamed to show others, undoubtedly touched Ni Lin, the old man's face changed drastically, and he sternly shouted: "Get out of here."

Wen Yu didn't say anything, turned around and left.

Wen Yu walked out of the house quickly. When he passed the garden, Aunt Wen saw his face was gloomy and cold, so she hurriedly followed her and asked concerned: "What's the matter? Did you quarrel with the master again?"

Wen Yu smiled indifferently: "It's nothing, Aunt Wen, I'm going to the cemetery, and I won't be back in a while."

"Are you going back to the country directly?"

"Ah."

Wen Yu was neglected in this country in the past, whether at school or in this so-called "home", Aunt Wen was his only support.

Wen Yu leaned over and hugged Aunt Wen, and said, "I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

Aunt Wen patted him on the back and sighed softly: "Love yourself well."

After bidding farewell to Aunt Wen, Wen Yu went to his father's cemetery.

Someone should have come to visit before, and a few bouquets of fresh flowers were leaning on the tombstone.

Today is his father's death day, his own father, but he has never seen this man with his own eyes.

He has two fathers. In the past, he always lived with another "father" who was not related by blood.From now on, there will be no more fathers.

Wen Yu bent down to put down the bouquet, and looked at the inscription on the tombstone quietly. There were no photos engraved on the stone tablet. Wen Yu knew very little about this person, and his disappearance did not make sense to Wen Yu.

But the hatred in my heart was real.

Wen Yu hates his damn sense of responsibility and kinship belonging, he hates this so-called "biological father", even so, he will still come back here every year on the anniversary of his death.

"I knew you came at this time again." Qian Ying's voice rang in his ears.

Wen Yu turned his head when he heard the sound, and called "Auntie".

Qian Ying walked over with a bouquet in her hand. She was in the same state as before, full of energy, with short clean hair, capable and refreshing.

Qian Ying put down the bouquet, closed her eyes and prayed for a few minutes.

"Long time no see." Qian Ying turned to look at Wen Yu, "How are you doing after returning to China?"

"pretty good."

"Have you been back?" Qian Ying was talking about Grandpa Wen Yu's house.

"Ah."

"Break-up again?"

Wen Yu sneered: "Isn't this inevitable?"

Qian Ying sighed: "I scold you every year, and I have to show you face every year. What are you going back to say 'good afternoon'?"

"Yeah." Wen Yu looked up to the sky and let out a soft breath, "No matter how unpleasant it is, he is still an old man over [-] years old. He is alone and has no relatives by his side. Go back and say 'good afternoon' to gain some sense of presence—— He paused, and asked self-deprecatingly, "Am I pretty cheap?"

"What a bitch." Qian Ying frowned, "You just can't bear to let anyone go."

Wen Yu is a soft-hearted person, his self-esteem and upbringing make it impossible for him to easily lose his sense of responsibility because of hatred.

Wen Yu couldn't help laughing: "You think highly of me, I'm very ruthless."

The two walked out of the cemetery chatting, Wen Yu took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and held it to his lips.

"Leave in a while?" Qian Ying asked him.

"Ah."

"Aren't you going to sit at my house?"

As soon as the words fell, Qian Ying was stunned for a moment, the word "my family" seemed to be separate, and even she herself subconsciously separated her relationship with Wen Yu.

"No," Qian Ying shook her head and hurriedly explained, "I mean——"

Wen Yu saw through her worries, and naturally continued, "I won't go, there are a lot of things going on in our country."

Qian Ying looked up at Wen Yu.

He still had that casual expression, the corners of his mouth were naturally upturned, he seemed to be smiling when he wasn't smiling, and when he squinted, he looked like a lonely wild cat.

"Okay, I'll go back to China after a short walk." Wen Yu said, "The flight at ten o'clock in the morning."

"So early?"

"I have nothing to do here."

"Then I'll take you there."

Wen Yu shook his head: "No, you are very busy, don't delay your work."

"...Okay, then be careful on the road alone." Qian Ying suddenly remembered something, "By the way, the last painting, the one bought by a Chinese celebrity, do you remember?"

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, and Ji Lin's handsome face popped into his mind.

"Remember, what happened?"

"Didn't you ask me for a photo last time? I didn't take it, but the organizer of the art exhibition arranged for a photographer. I caught that handsome guy in the art exhibition. I saved the photo and showed it to you." Qian Ying said and took out cell phone.

Wen Yu bit his cigarette and leaned over to have a look.

Qian Ying opened the album and found Ji Lin's photo.

A profile photo.

The man in the photo raised his head slightly, staring intently at the paintings on the wall.When he raised his chin, the line of his side neck drew a beautiful arc, and his Adam's apple protruded, as if he had broken the smooth and smooth line.

Split sexy.

Wen Yu suddenly discovered that Ji Lin not only had those beautiful eyes, but every part of his body exudes a charming aura.

This breath is too suitable to fall from the tip of the pen and freeze on the drawing paper.

He has never liked to draw portraits, and Ji Lin might be the exception.

Wen Yu looked at the phone screen, unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, this time he was really smiling.

Seeing him smile, Qian Ying laughed too: "What's the matter, do you know this star?"

"I know." Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, "A very outstanding person."

After Qian Ying left, Wen Yu had nowhere to go, and wandered alone in the streets of Paris.

He thought he had two nominal "homes" in this city, but he couldn't return to either.

There is no reason to go back.

I heard that Qian Ying had a French boyfriend. Before that, she had always pursued celibacy, and even married her first husband, Wen Yu's adoptive father, by agreement.

A celibate, a homosexual who can't fall in love with the opposite sex, two best friends for many years, in order to cope with their parents, had no choice but to choose an agreement to get married.

In that year, before he knew his life experience, Wen Yu called Qian Ying a "mother". There is a mother.

Although Wen Yu began to call her "Auntie" later, before Qian Ying found a French boyfriend, she was still like his mother in his heart.

He still has a family——Before this, Wen Yu always thought so.

This kind of "thinking" is very fragile, and it will fall apart under a little pressure.

Qian Ying invited Wen Yu to sit at home. In the past, Wen Yu could at least go there as a son, but now, he is just an "outsider" who has been raised for 18 years.

Qian Ying is a lawyer, rational and ruthless. During the 18 years Wen Yu got along with her, no matter how naive and ignorant he was as a child, he could somehow sense the relationship between her and him.

There is no blood relationship, and the relationship is not very deep. The relationship between him and Qian Ying is so fragile that as long as outsiders intervene, they are probably strangers.

So I don't want to go to her house.

Not to mention the old man, he never welcomes Wen Yu.

Wen Yu lay lazily by the Art Bridge, smoking a cigarette and waiting for the time to pass.

The Pont des Arts is full of "love locks", which firmly lock the love for the other half of the passers-by.

The scenery along the Seine River is still very charming, but the love locks full of bridges are really unsightly.

People are really ridiculous, they are devoted to endowing illusory love to real things, as if with a concrete bearing, this love can become thicker and more eternal.

Every time I come to Paris, Wen Yu feels heavy. At this moment, it is exactly what I am looking at and what is not pleasing to the eye.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes, hearing the chaotic footsteps of passers-by.With nowhere to go and no one to speak to, he stood by the bridge for an hour.

The clouds floated, and the sun hid behind the clouds from time to time, and the sky flickered.

Wen Yu raised his head and looked at the darkening sky, squinting his eyes, his eyes were empty.

The phone rang.

Wen Yu's expression brightened, and he took out his phone and looked at it.

-[Little Excellent]: Is Venice fun?

He has been abroad for more than a week, and this is the first time Ji Lin has sent him a message.

My heart was inexplicably hot, and I felt that the dense love locks hanging on the bridge were pleasing to the eye.Wen Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and was about to reply when a prompt popped up on the screen——

[Xiaoyouyou retracted a message]

Wen Yu laughed, bowed his head and typed.

Ji Lin, who is far away in China, is waiting for makeup in the backstage lounge at the moment. His eyes are staring straight at the phone in his hand.

Wen Yu has been abroad for a week, and there is no news of him, as if he disappeared.

Thinking about it, he didn't have a reason to take the initiative to contact him, but Ji Lin just held back for a week, but he didn't hold back, and sent him a message.

In the end, he hesitated for a second and withdrew again.

Today is the day for the launch conference of "The Source of Murder", and Shao Ye was putting on makeup next to Ji Lin, and turned to see him holding a mobile phone and not letting go, his eyebrows twisted like twists.

Makeup artists have to do makeup for many actors, and there are not enough manpower. Shao Ye does it himself, drawing shadows and sweeping powder in front of the mirror, and his movements are skillful.

"Are you planning to use your mind to let the phone type by itself?" Shao Ye asked.

Ji Lin silently put down his phone and stared at the mirror in a daze.

Shao Ye became the third male in "The Source of Murder", Ji Lin digested it for a few days, and now he has accepted it calmly.But thinking of working with this hypocritical man who he dislikes in the next few months, Ji Lin felt his liver ache.

Ding--

Ji Lin was taken aback, and hurriedly picked up the phone.

Shaoye on the side smiled wickedly, and said meaningfully: "Look at your reaction—are you sending a message to Xiao Qing'er?"

Ji Lin ignored him.

-[Old bastard]: Withdraw what?Did you send the color chart to the wrong person~

Ji Lin is in a hurry.

What is this man thinking about? !

Sure enough, withdrawing the news will only make it appear that there is no silver 300 taels here.

Before I could reply, another message was sent over there.

-[Old Bastard]: Funny, what?Want to come with me?

Ji Lin was stunned for three seconds before realizing that Wen Yu had seen his news, and he couldn't help cursing softly: "Asshole."

Shao Ye stood behind him at some point, and said leisurely, "Oh, what a sweetheart."

Ji Lin put away his phone upon hearing the sound, and glanced at the person in the glasses unhappily.

"Did you hook up in a bar last time?" Shao Ye patted him on the shoulder, "Yes, if you have a chance, introduce me to you. I don't mind the three of you together."

Ji Lin patted his hand away, and said lightly: "If there is a chance, I also want to tell your fans what you chatted with me."

Shao Ye smiled kindly: "You really are not cute at all."

Ji Lin said "um", with a calm expression.

"Seriously, is it really your love?" Shao Ye leaned over and asked, still curious.

Ji Lin avoided him, moved his head forward, "No."

Seeing Ji Lin's disgusted face, Shao Ye stopped asking, and said with a smile: "If I catch you someday, I will be the first to notify your fans."

Ji Lin didn't say a word, this punch hit the cotton again.

"Oh my god, it's so boring to talk to you." Shao Ye went crazy, "Are you a log? Can you react to my hateful remarks?"

"Oh."

Shao Ye was completely speechless.

Wen Yu stared at the phone for a while, but there was no reply to the message.

Too funny?

Wen Yu frowned, and while walking down the street, he hailed a taxi.

"l'aéroport de Roissy-Charles de Gaulle." Wen Yu said to the driver.

There was still no sound from the phone, Wen Yu stared at it ecstatically, eager to see through.

He suddenly wanted to hear Ji Lin's voice.

The longing came from a single thought, Wen Yu didn't think much about it, and called Ji Lin without saying anything.

Ji Lin was still figuring out what to answer in order to appear calm enough, and Wen Yu called directly.

Ji Lin's hands trembled, and the phone almost fell to the ground.

"Whose phone is ringing?" an assistant reminded.

"Mine." Ji Lin replied dryly.

Shao Ye, who was doing modeling on the side, said "Ah" meaningfully: "Your—take it quickly, in case it's urgent."

The phone rang non-stop, and behind him were other actors who were doing makeup and styling, Ji Lin bit his lip, and bravely connected the phone: "...Hello?"

"Why didn't you reply to me?" Wen Yu said lazily, "Are you angry?"

Ji Lin lowered his voice: "I, why are you angry?"

"I'm making fun of you."

"Don't you often tease me?" Ji Lin told the truth.

Wen Yu sneered, and found that Ji Lin's voice was low, and he seemed to be speaking under his throat, so he asked, "What's wrong? Is it shameful to call me? Or is there someone sleeping next to you?"

When Ji Lin turned his head, he found that Shao Ye was looking at him with a smirk on his face.

Reluctant to hang up the phone and hear Yu's voice, Ji Lin got up and walked out of the lounge.

Finding a secluded place, Ji Lin cleared his throat, and said dryly: "Just now in the lounge, there are many people."

Wen Yu leaned on the back seat with his eyes closed, feeling light all over his body. He had never felt such a soothing feeling in this city.

It was only because of a phone call from Ji Lin.

The clear boyish voice is the same as Ji Lin himself, comfortable and warm.

"Busy?" Wen Yu asked him.

"Ah."

"Then I'll hang up—"

Before Wen Yu finished speaking, Ji Lin jumped in and said, "I'm not busy right now."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows: "Not busy?"

Ji Lin gave a muffled "hmm" and touched his nose uncomfortably.

Wen Yu stroked his fingers lightly on the leather seat, and asked, "I asked, why did I withdraw?"

"What... what." Ji Lin pretended to be stupid.

"Does chatting with me make you very stressed? Or—" Wen Yu paused, "You can't chat with me normally? Like ordinary people?"

"plain object".

——Is this kind of questioning a test?

Wen Yu thought it was, but Ji Lin didn't seem to hear it.

Ji Linxin said goodbye to chatting with you normally, even if I have nothing to do and send you an emoji, I still have to think about it for a long time.

After a long time, Ji Lin said, "I'm just afraid of disturbing you."

Wen Yu lowered his eyes, his expression darkened, and said in a low voice: "Venice is quite fun."

Turning the subject around, Ji Lin almost didn't react, and said "Hmm" in a daze.

"Would you like to come with me if you have a chance?" Wen Yu narrowed his eyes and smiled, his tone became brisk again, "Let's go to Venice together."

Ji Lin pursed his lips, curled his index finger slightly, and rubbed his wet palm, "...if there is a chance."

Such a reaction——

Wen Yu raised his head and sighed lightly.

It's really hard to see through.

Straightforward and blunt—this kind of person is the most difficult to understand.

But he has to be more careful, and he can't easily reveal his desire. After all, the result of being too full of extravagant expectations is often severely slapped in the face by reality.

Of course, what he was most afraid of was that if he made a mistake, he would hurt this person again.

Wen Yu remained silent for a long time, Ji Lin was a little embarrassed, so he had to bite the bullet and ask, "Are you going to stay there for a few more days?"

"What's wrong? Miss me? Want to see me?"

Wen Yu's teasing was as natural as breathing, Ji Lin couldn't help it, on the one hand, he felt angry when he thought that he might have said such heart-pounding flirtatious words to countless women in the past nine years.

"I'm hanging up, I'm busy." Ji Lin said coldly.

Wen Yu couldn't see Ji Lin's expression, so he could only judge from his voice that he was probably angry again.

One second he said to be cautious, and the next second he opened his mouth to speak provocatively. Wen Yu also felt helpless, and he pinched the center of his brows.

This is probably Ji Lin's own magical power, which turned Wen Yu into a beep machine.

He couldn't control it, and he didn't want to miss any of Ji Lin's funny reactions that were different from usual.

Ji Lin said he was going to hang up, but he didn't hang up for a long time, and finally he whispered: "Be careful."

Wen Yu held up his phone and smiled, his heart became even hotter.

"It's over with Xiao Qing'er."

Shao Ye suddenly appeared from behind and put his arms around Ji Lin's neck.

Ji Lin resisted physical contact with him, and indifferently pushed his hand away.

"Can you stop thinking about it?" Ji Lin said and left, "The press conference is about to start, let's go."

Shao Ye strode after him, grooming himself while walking.

"I said, brother Ji Lin, don't blame me for not reminding you, after our cooperation this time, it's not me who made up my mind."

Shao Ye meant something, but Ji Lin didn't quite understand, showing doubts on his face.

Shao Ye smiled meaningfully, and he is well versed in the corrupt culture of fan circles. After all, he has debuted for so many years, and he is in a boy group, and he has been yelled at by fans along the way.

"It's the fans who make up my mind." Shao Ye brushed Ji Lin's back lightly with his palm, "Does the group CP know? After this show is broadcast-you will be my 'person' in all likelihood."

Ji Lin pondered for a while and understood.

"You think so far." Ji Lin didn't care.

"I'm just reminding you, don't you, little lover, get into trouble with you and want to break up with you." Shao Ye always had a sly expression of seeing through the world.

Ji Lin groaned irritably: "I've already said that I'm not a boyfriend, can you stop talking about my love? Are you annoying?"

"Ah..." Shao Ye raised his eyebrows, "It's what you say."

Before Wen Yu got on the plane, he received a call from Xiang Nan.

"You're pretty good at picking the time." Wen Yu glanced at his watch, "I'm boarding the plane in 10 minutes."

Xiang Nan was surprised: "You came back so soon?"

"Ah."

"Brother Yu, have you watched the news?"

"No, what's the matter? Who cheated in marriage again?"

"Hey! What is it?" Xiang Nan smiled, "Today "The Source of Murder" held a press conference, and the main actors appeared. Guess who the third male is?"

"Who?"

"Shaoye from WAS."

"……Who?"

The last time I ran into Shao Ye in a bar, he only discussed comics with Wen Yu, and didn't introduce himself. Wen Yu didn't pay much attention to the domestic entertainment industry, so he didn't know him.

"I said you don't know each other, so you can watch the news yourself." Xiang Nan said with a smile, "Seriously, if you weren't in a foreign country, I would have expected to see you at the press conference. You really refused the director ah."

"This seems to be the second time that Ji Lin and Shao Ye have collaborated. They have acted together before. Don't tell me, they are quite good at choosing. The first male, the second male, and the third are all looking for such handsome men. Male gods of all ages They have collected them all, the scale of this scene is so big—tsk, it feels explosive."

Wen Yu listened absently to Xiang Nan's chatter, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

"What's wrong? Why is there no sound?"

Wen Yu frowned slightly, and his mood was not very high: "I boarded the plane and hung up."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the launch conference started on time.

After a routine introduction to the main creator and actors of the film, the actors' speeches were over, and it was time for reporters to ask questions.

A reporter asked Ji Lin: "I want to ask Lin Lin, haha, don't you mind if I call you that? It feels more intimate."

Ji Lin smiled and shook his head: "I don't mind, that's what my fans call me."

"Yeah, it's like this. Not long ago, there was a video of you dancing tango with a strange man on the hot search. I don't know if you remember it?"

Ji Lin nodded, his expression normal.

The reporter continued: "Because there have been rumors on the Internet that the man in the video will play the role of Fei Lin. After the cast list came out, it was confirmed that the third male actor is Shao Ye——"

The reporter smiled politely at Shao Ye and said, "I want to ask, is there any oolong in this? Or is it Shao Ye who danced with you?"

Shao Ye took the microphone and showed a charming smile: "Why don't you ask me this question directly?"

The reporter sneered.

Shao Ye faced the reporter and said calmly: "The man in the video is not me, and there is no oolong in it. The third man selected by the director is me."

"What about the little brother with long hair in the video? Is he an actor who auditioned? Was he eliminated because his strength is not as good as yours?"

Shao Ye was silent for a few seconds, and collated his words.

Ji Lin couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and raised the microphone to respond: "Since the actor of the third male actor has been confirmed, there should be no need to investigate other actors who auditioned, right? And today is the launch conference of "The Origin of Murder", saying that it has nothing to do with the movie Wouldn't it be inappropriate for other things?"

The tone was gentle, but the words were sharp. The reporter was speechless and shrank his neck in embarrassment.

Shao Ye leaned close to Ji Lin and whispered in Ji Lin's ear: "I didn't expect you to be quite tough."

"I'm reasoning with her." Ji Lin whispered, his face calm.

In fact, he just didn't want to hear someone comment on Wen Yu in public.

Moreover, the professional quality of this reporter is really worrying. No one would ask such irrelevant questions at the start-up press conference, as if they deliberately wanted to inquire about Wen Yu's identity.

Another reporter asked: "If I remember correctly, this should be the second collaboration between Linlin and Ah Ye, right? The last play was a love rival, and this one has become a couple, haha, but this couple has to Add a quotation mark. Do the two of you have any feelings about this 'bad relationship'? Or is there anything you want to say to each other? Before the movie officially starts shooting."

Ji Lin said indifferently: "No."

Shao Ye had an embarrassed yet polite smile on his face.

Ji Lin has the ability to chat the sky to death.

Shao Ye turned to look at him, and joked with a blunt smile: "I don't have anything special to say, I just hope that the director will be more flexible and skip the kiss scene and the bed scene, after all, I'm not a fan Would you like to see me being 'eat tofu' by a little brother?"

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

Shao Ye is a friendly and cheerful image to the outside world, calm and humorous, with a handsome appearance and a charming smile. He is a beautiful boy who comes out of a manga.

Such a charming and beautiful young man, but his real attribute is a slutty and tongue-in-cheek nerd.

Thinking of Shao Ye's private virtues, Ji Lin raised the corners of his mouth in disdain.

This sinister smile was captured by the reporter with a camera, and immediately spread on the Internet.

#爸爸教你做人林# became a hot topic, and spread widely in Ji Lin's single-player talk.

Almost all the main creators of the film were present, except for the original manga author and screenwriter of "Jiang Yu Die", many media are still curious about this mysterious painter.

A reporter asked the director: "I heard that the original author of the manga also participated in the screenwriting work for this film script. Why didn't he come to the scene today?"

The director said: "Well... Actually, before the press conference, the team went to the original author Jiang Yu, but because of the schedule, he is not in China now, and you all know that the creators behind the scenes are generally quite mysterious. I don’t like to appear in public very much, so I didn’t come to the scene today.”

The reporter nodded knowingly: "That's it...it's a pity, many fans are very curious about this mysterious artist."

The director smiled: "I can understand the feelings of the fans, I can only say that Teacher Jiang Yu's true self is definitely more than everyone's fantasy about him."

It was already late at night when Wen Yu landed, and he turned on his phone as soon as he got off the plane. Weibo pushed him the news of the launch conference of "The Source of Murder" in a timely manner.

When Wen Yu clicked in, the first thing he saw was Ji Lin's photo, with a wicked smile.

Wen Yu looked at the photo and frowned slightly.

His focus is not here, but on Ji Lin's sunken cheeks.

How come Ji Lin has become so thin after he left for more than a week?

The man in the photo is wearing a light-colored denim jacket, lined with a thin black and white striped shirt, and the collarbone protrudes, which is particularly obvious.

Ji Lin's figure is thin, his chin is pointed a lot, his legs are long and straight, but they are not as strong as before, they are too thin and look skinny.

Wen Yu glanced at the news pictures and found that the actor of the male third was actually the man he met in the bar before.

It seems that Ji Lin has a really good relationship with him, acting together and going to that kind of place together.

Wen Yu stared at the photo of the two of them indifferently.

If he had agreed to play the male third, would he be the one standing next to Ji Lin now?

After two days of jet lag at home, Wen Yu went to the scene on the day the crew filmed the makeup photo.

As a half-screenwriter, he is also considered as the chief creative staff behind the scenes of the film. When necessary, he needs to visit the scene to observe and guide in person.

Ji Lin was changing clothes in the dressing room, when he came out, he saw Wen Yu who was leaning against the wall and looking down at his phone not far away.

Ji Lin paused.

Like telepathy, Wen Yu suddenly raised his head, and he frowned slightly at the man in front of him.

The real person is thinner than the photo, with sunken cheeks and prominent cheekbones.Ji Lin's eyes were big and beautiful, and when he lost weight, his eye sockets sunken down, giving people a sick feeling.

Ji Lin didn't want to take the initiative to start a conversation, and when he hurried past Wen Yu, he only heard him ask: "Why are you so thin?"

Ji Lin stood still and said in a low voice, "It's necessary for filming."

"Too thin." Wen Yu frowned.

Ji Lin hurriedly changed his private server, turned around, and asked him seriously: "Didn't you say that I am not suitable for the role of Xavier? I am like this now, is my appearance and temperament a bit closer?"

Wen Yu couldn't help but laugh: "You..."

Ji Lin is a very serious and responsible person, sometimes he is too serious.

"You care so much about what I say?" Wen Yu leaned against the wall with his arms folded, his eyes lazy.

"Don't you need to care about being denied by the original author?" Ji Lin has his pride and self-esteem, not to mention the last thing he wants to be denied by the man in front of him.

"I didn't deny you, thinking that you are not suitable does not mean denying you." Wen Yu said, "I forgot what I told you that night? I just think he is not worthy of playing the role of Xavier for you."

Wen Yu's words brought back Ji Lin's memories of that night.

Wen Yu who is close at hand.

That interrupted unreasonable request.

That warm embrace.

Ji Lin lowered his head, the hair on his forehead was hanging down, intertwined with the long eyelashes, blocking his sight, he raised his hand and grabbed it randomly.

"It's raining heavily!" Shao Ye shouted loudly, walking towards this side quickly.

"You're here too?" Shao Ye chatted with Wen Yu familiarly, "I heard you went to Venice a few days ago?"

"Yeah." Wen Yu nodded, "I didn't expect you to be the third male in "The Source of Murder."

Shao Ye smiled heartily: "I didn't expect it either, but if you agree to play the role, I won't be able to play the role. It's a pity that I can play in the manga adaptation of "Xavier", and my life is fulfilled——" He was sour Glancing at Ji Lin sourly, "I failed to play the leading role."

Ji Lin laughed at him: "You're the one who sings, just sing well, what kind of play do you play?"

"You—" Shao Ye glared at him.

"I'm going to take a makeup photo." Ji Lin took the clothes and left.

"You two have a very good relationship." Wen Yu smiled half a smile.

Shao Ye laughed dumbly: "Don't think too much, Yu Da, we are mortal enemies, and we have been at odds since the day we met." He turned his head to look at Wen Yu, his eyes were unclear, "I think the relationship between you two is quite good."

Ji Lin really lost a lot of weight. He changed into the costumes in the play, a pure white thin shirt, a pair of faded and worn overalls, and black canvas shoes with frayed edges on his feet.

Ji Lin's thin skeleton is especially obvious under the white thin shirt. The collarbone supports the fabric of the neckline, forming a sexy shape along the bone line.

Ji Lin said that he wanted to create a weak and thin image, and he did it. He became so thin within half a month. Wen Yu even suspected that during the days when he went to Venice, Ji Lin might not eat seriously. Have a meal.

Wen Yu folded his arms across his chest, silently looking at Ji Lin who was taking makeup photos in the studio.

Ji Lin's hair has grown a lot, and his skin color is much paler than before, even slightly pale after lighting, that kind of sickly pale.

Ji Lin should belong to the kind of skin that can't be tanned, even if it is tanned, it will quickly return to white.

Wen Yu still remembered that when he reunited with Ji Lin a few months ago, he still felt that his complexion was too dark and did not match Xavier's appearance.

It now appears that he was presumptuous.

"OK!" the photographer shouted, "The next one is Aye, get ready."

The character image of Shao Ye is not so complicated, a bright and cheerful young man imagined by Feimu.

He is Feimu's second personality, his true self, and the truest him.

From a psychological point of view, the id should be the most primitive personality, and if we act according to the "pleasure principle", it is easier to break through the external constraints due to desire, so Ji Lin has been unable to figure out why the image of Feimu's id is so beautiful .

After changing his clothes, Ji Lin couldn't help but walked to Wen Yu's side and asked, "Why is Feimu's second personality so perfect? ​​I don't think that should be his real personality,"

Wen Yu turned her head when she heard the words, and raised her eyebrows: "Student Ji Lin is really a curious baby."

Ji Lin turned his face away and said awkwardly: "I just can't figure it out."

"Isn't I the most real state of a person?" Wen Yu turned his head to look at Shao Ye in the studio, "That's Feimu's most real appearance, and also the appearance he desires most."

"Because the person I longed to be the most was destroyed by my adoptive father, that's why I completely collapsed. Is there a killing intent in my heart?" Ji Lin asked him.

"Yes." Wen Yu smiled, "Speaking of which, this 'id' is a bit like a 'superego'."

Ji Lin was half-knowledgeable, and jokingly asked, "Did you major in psychology in college?"

Wen Yu turned to look at him and smiled slightly: "Can you still joke with me normally?"

Ji Lin avoided his gaze, in case he was fascinated by him again and his mood fluttered, and he couldn't get out of a dead end if he didn't get it.

He didn't want to experience this feeling of what he couldn't get after asking for it again.

Wen Yu turned his head back, and said calmly: "I have seen a psychiatrist before, and I was forced to read some books on psychology."

Ji Lin was startled.

Wen Yu has seen a psychiatrist?

why?

"Why?" Ji Lin asked without thinking.

Wen Yu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Why else, I have a mental problem."

His tone was casual and flirtatious, making it seem like he was joking.

Before Ji Lin had time to inquire further, after Shao Ye finished filming, he squeezed between the two of them and warmly invited Wen Yu to have dinner together.

Ji Lin has never been so bored with Shao Ye, he is very fond of Wen Yu