I still like you [entertainment circle]

"When will this person stop giving me shame?" Shao Ye snorted coldly, and turned to Wen Yu with another sunny smile, "Yu Da, what do you want to eat?"

"No." Wen Yu politely refused, "You don't need to call me Yu Da, it sounds strange."

"The fans call you that." Shao Ye took it for granted, "It would be even weirder to call you by your name directly."

Shao Ye is more friendly and easy-going than Wen Yu imagined. He is also quite strange. He has no celebrity airs and a smiling face. Should he be said to be wise and stupid?

Anyway, Wen Yu felt that he was definitely not as simple as he seemed.

He is different from Ji Lin.

Ji Lin is very pure and easy to understand.

Compared to Ji Lin, a talent like Shao Ye is more suitable for the entertainment industry.

After all the actors joined the group, the filming officially started.

Although Ji Lin is the male lead, his role in the role is actually not as good as that of the second male lead, Tian Gong Wen.The main plot of the movie starts from the useless policeman played by Tian Gongwen, and the case is reasoned from his perspective.

Because the male protagonist in the movie did not fall into the French Open until the end, Ji Lin and Tian Gongwen had very few rivalry scenes. Except for being interrogated at the police station as a suspect, the other parts were separated and had no intersection.

Since Ji Lin had fewer roles than Tian Gongwen, it was necessary to finish filming the scenes of their opponents first, and then shoot their respective roles.

Shao Ye is a cameo, with very few scenes, and his announcement is very tight. In order to save actors' time and shorten the shooting process, the director will shoot his part first.

On the day of the opening ceremony, Ji Lin's father also came, as well as Ji Yu.

Ji Lin was unexpected and very surprised, because his father has imposed a free-range policy on him for the past two years as an actor. Regardless of whether he asks him, he is also very disgusted with being the second generation of stars. He will never take the initiative to mention that he is "a well-known drama actor Ji Qing." Zhao's son".

His father's "stocking policy" is very useful to him.

Ji Qingzhao came to the shooting scene and caused a commotion. He and Tian Gongwen have been friends for many years, and they are also seniors from the same school and major as Tian Gongwen. No matter their status in this circle or their own reputation, they can be regarded as the best in the industry. boss.

Ji Qingzhao came low-key, dressed plainly, led Ji Yu, and only came to visit as Ji Lin's father.

Ji Qingzhao chatted with the director Hetian Gongwen to reminisce about the old days, but Ji Yu searched around for a long time but did not see Ji Lin's figure.

Wen Yu stayed away from the crowd, and slowly wandered into the alley next to the shooting location. The alley was deep and not very cramped, and there was an old man selling stamp candy on the spot.

Now that it has entered November, the weather is getting cooler, Wen Yu is wrapped in a windbreaker, squatting down in front of the stall, watching quietly.

The uncle didn't greet or yell, but just quietly stirred the syrup in the small bowl.

Wen Yu doesn't like sweets, but he remembers that Ji Lin seems to be addicted to sweets.

What is so delicious about this sweet and greasy thing?

Wen Yu groaned from the bottom of his heart, and asked, "What shape can this be made into?"

The uncle pouted his chin, and replied coolly: "There are molds over there, pick them yourself."

Wen Yu searched for a long time but couldn't find one he was satisfied with, so he asked, "Is there a mold in the shape of a lemon?"

The uncle raised his head and glanced at him upon hearing this.

"Just kidding." Wen Yu smiled, pointing to the star-shaped mold and said, "Get me a star."

The uncle nodded, and said slowly: "The lemon shape is too complicated, I have a chance to try it."

Wen Yu smiled so hard that the corners of his eyes crooked, he didn't expect this uncle to be quite serious, just like Ji Lin.

Ji Lin, Ji Lin, Ji Lin again.

The smile on Wen Yu's face faded a bit, staring at the syrup that was gradually becoming thicker in the small bowl.

Wen Yu pinched a piece of hard sugar cake, with a sweet and greasy fragrance, he really couldn't put his mouth down, frowned and struggled for a long time, but didn't take a bite.

When passing the nanny's car, Wen Yu caught a glimpse of a slender figure curled up in the corner from the corner of his eye.

Wen Yu could draw Ji Lin's back with his eyes closed, he stopped and walked behind Ji Lin calmly.

"What are you doing squatting here?"

A deep male voice suddenly sounded in his ear, Ji Lin was taken aback suddenly, his hand shook, and the phone dropped to the ground.

"What are you doing? You scared me." Ji Lin picked up the phone and patted the ashes, muttering softly, "The phone is broken."

"What's broken? Let me take a look." Wen Yu knelt down beside him, "If it's broken, I'll buy you another one."

Ji Lin pursed his lips, and swiped his fingers on the back of the phone a few times.

A sweet aroma wafted from his nose, Ji Lin turned his head and caught a glimpse of the sugar cake in Wen Yu's hand.

Star shape, with a small stick inserted underneath, simple and compact.

Sugar is an absolute temptation to Ji Lin, he licked his lower lip almost subconsciously.

This subtle and unconscious movement was captured by Wen Yu. He found that Ji Lin's lips were very thin, but their lips were very dark, rosy and moist, and it was also an extremely charming part.

"Where did you buy it?" Ji Lin's eyes sparkled, "This candy."

"I won't tell you." Wen Yu said meanly.

Ji Lin frowned, and just about to speak, his mouth was blocked by a sweet thing.

The thin lips held the sugar cake, the infiltration of saliva made the sugar cake sweet and sticky, the sweetness spread from between the teeth to the tip of the tongue, Ji Lin stared blankly at Wen Yu.

Wen Yu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly, holding the stick and stuffing the small sugar cake into Ji Lin's mouth.

"Is it sweet?" Wen Yu asked him.

Ji Lin pinched the stick unnaturally, bowed his head and hummed.

"Bought it for five yuan each, remember to transfer the account through WeChat." Wen Yu raised his hand and patted his head, smiling.

Ji Lin took a bite of the sugar cake, and crushed the sugar cake with two "clicks".

"Got it." He said bitterly.

Wen Yu devotes herself to teasing Ji Lin who is strict and strict, loves to see him awkward, loves to see him angry, loves to see his reaction that only appears in front of her, and takes pleasure in it.

"What are you doing hiding here?" Wen Yu asked him.

Ji Lin wrapped his tongue around the chewed pieces of sugar cake, and said vaguely: "My dad is here."

"What's wrong with your dad?"

"I don't want to talk to him." Ji Lin lowered his eyes and stared at his toes, "Annoying."

Wen Yu suddenly remembered that Ji Lin's father was a well-known drama actor, and immediately understood the source of Ji Lin's resistance.

"What's the matter? Are you afraid that people will say that you rely on connections to get to the top?"

"It's not like no one has said that." Ji Lin bit the sugar cake stick lightly, and pursed his mouth unconsciously.

Ji Lin also has a lot of black fans, "The acting skills are not good from a non-major background", "Relying on the relationship to get a high position", "Fucking Xueba character design", blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I usually don’t surf the Internet very much, so I don’t take it too seriously. Occasionally, I scan the Weibo of black fans on the small spy screen, and my negative emotions will explode.

However, this kind of situation is very rare. Generally, it is in the state of accumulating too much work pressure and seeing malicious comments on the Internet, and it is impossible to adjust for a while.

Ji Lin is a mild-mannered person, and after all, his family background is clean, fans know him well, and there has been no scandal since his debut, and there are only a few black fans who can say that they can be black. It is empty and has no substance. Ji Lin has his own Sober and independent thinking, he is rarely affected by negative remarks, but what he can't bear the most is being labeled "Ji Qingzhao's son".

Ji Lin pouted unconsciously, Wen Yu's hands were itchy, he wanted to twist, bit his lip, and held back.

Looking very aggrieved, Wen Yu asked, "Are you happy being a star?"

Ji Lin was stunned, thought for a moment, and said, "It's okay. I'm not particularly happy, nor particularly unhappy."

"Then why do you want to be a star?"

To meet you.Ji Lin answered in his heart.

"Anyway, it's all work, we're all moving forward and choosing a different path." Ji Lin took out the stick in his mouth and licked the remaining sugar stains on his lower lips, "My dad is a drama actor, and I often went to him when I was young." Playing in the theater where I work, I think acting is very interesting, I was fooled into playing Cinderella when I was in elementary school."

Ji Lin smiled so that the corners of his eyes were bent, his eyelashes were flickering, long and thick, irradiated by the morning light, casting shallow shadows on the lower eyelids.

"Who will play the prince?" Wen Yu asked him, smiling lazily.

With Ji Lin, he always wants to laugh.

"My brother." Ji Lin blurted out.

There was a dead leaf caught in Ji Lin's hair, Wen Yu raised his hand to help him choose it, but someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.

"Your brother—" Ji Yu's voice sounded faintly.

Ji Lin was startled.

Wen Yu frowned, Ji Yu's wrist was tightly clenched, he looked up with displeasure.

Ji Yu looked at Wen Yu's unfriendly eyes, he glanced at Ji Lin, and said in a deep voice, "I've been looking for you for a long time, following this cat? What are you doing? Why don't you say hello when Dad comes?"

Wen Yu wanted to break away from Ji Yu's hand, but this person seemed to be competing with him, holding on tightly, and the strength in his hand was getting stronger and stronger.

Wen Yu is extremely disgusted with physical contact with people. His face darkened, and when he was about to speak, Ji Yu suddenly let go, and grabbed Ji Lin's collar to lift him up. Ji Lin was now as thin as a monkey, and lifted him up. It's as effortless as carrying a chick.

"What are you doing?" Ji Lin grabbed his collar, looking unhappy.

"What am I doing? Sending you to see your father." Ji Yu grabbed his collar and left, "I think you're getting older and more ignorant."

"I don't want to go." Ji Lin pulled his hand irritably, "Why did Dad come over suddenly, he never came to visit the class before."

Ji Yu's face was gloomy, and his tone was not as gentle as usual: "You care so much, we come whenever we want."

The two were deadlocked, Wen Yu suddenly grabbed Ji Lin's arm and reminded Ji Yu: "He said he didn't want to go."

Ji Yu turned around when he heard the words, his eyes were full of hostility, and he said coldly: "Does our family matter have anything to do with you? Do you have anything to do with Ji Lin? Let go."

Wen Yu remained indifferent and did not let go.

"You..." Ji Yu clicked his tongue, became angry, and shouted: "How dare you grab my brother's hand? Let me go!"

Ji Yu raised his voice, attracting the attention of passers-by, and Ji Lin called out in a low voice: "What are you doing? What are you yelling about?"

Ji Lin glanced at Wen Yu, took his hand out of his hand, lowered his head and said, "I'm going first."

Wen Yu's face was calm, and he said "hmm".

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