I still like you [entertainment circle]

Wen Yu was coloring the sketches in the studio when Xiang Nan hurried in.

Wen Yu raised his head and frowned: "Didn't I say, don't just come into my studio if you have nothing to do."

"Oh, sorry to interrupt, but I'm actually a little shocked."

"What's the shock?" Wen Yu took a brush and dipped some paint, and continued to paint, "It's not that the earth is about to perish. You'd better get out now."

Xiang Nan held up the phone to Wen Yu, and asked, "May I ask, is this beautiful blond man wearing a fisherman hat and beach pants you?"

Wen Yu raised his eyes and glanced at the photo on the phone, and said lightly: "I've covered myself up like this, can you still tell that he's a handsome man?"

"It's really you? Brother Yu, since when did you sneak away to watch someone filming?"

Wen Yu paused, put down his brush and looked at him quietly.

Xiang Nan sneered: "I'm just kidding."

"I went to the beach to sketch, and I just met by chance." Wen Yu explained, looking up at his phone, "Where did you get the photo?"

"My classmate is the sister of Ji Lin's fan station, and this photo has gone crazy in their circle."

"The network is quite extensive." Wen Yu smiled.

"It's not like you." Xiang Nan looked at the photo and muttered, "Did you meddle so much before?"

With Wen Yu's temperament, it is impossible to do such eye-catching things when he knows that there are fans watching.

He is most afraid of trouble.

"If I don't meddle in other people's business, he will be dismissed. Can things like heatstroke be delayed?" Wen Yu glanced at him.

Xiang Nan looked at the rotten jokes made up by fans on Weibo and was silly: "They are so good at flirting, rotten girls are really scary."

He raised his head and looked at Wen Yu with bright eyes: "Do you want me to read two paragraphs to you? Refresh your mind."

Wen Yu squinted at him.

Xiang Nan coughed, put down his phone and said to business: "The film studio has contacted me again, and it's about script adaptation."

"It's fine to just refuse." Wen Yu was firm, "It's not like the screenwriters are dead, why keep staring at me."

"Take your superimposed popularity." Xiang Nan had a see-through expression, "Your comics have such a large amount of traffic, you are almost becoming the traffic of the comic circle, and when the movie is promoted, "the original author personally made the knife and participated in the adaptation." '... Tsk. "

"But Brother Yu..." Xiang Nan looked at him, "Are you really not going to think about it? After all, this is your own work."

"When did you become so verbose." Wen Yu squeezed some paint onto the paint board, looked up at him, "Did you fall in love?"

"No." Xiang Nan denied.

"You can talk about it, don't hang around in front of me like an old woman all day long."

"..."

Since learning that the author of "Xavier" is Wen Yu, Ji Lin has re-read the original work several times, and he has also read the adapted script of the film several times from beginning to end. After several comparisons, the gap in his heart is getting bigger and bigger.

Ji Linben is the original party. In fact, when he got the script, he was not satisfied. He felt that the plot of the adaptation was blunt, and some plots were even illogical. He acted more sincerely, so his requirements were naturally higher.

Doing so might be a bit of an overreach, but Ji Lin still found out Wen Yu's contact information from his agent.

When Ji Lin spoke to the phone, his voice was still a little hoarse: "Hello?"

"Which one?" Wen Yu's voice was lazy, as if he had just woken up.

"I'm Ji Lin."

Wen Yu paused with the hand holding the cup, raised his eyelids, and fell asleep.

"Is it that Ji Lin who fainted on the beach two days ago?" Wen Yu asked with a smile, as if he was seriously confirming the other party's identity.

Ji Lin was stunned for a moment, then said dryly: "...Yes."

Wen Yu raised his finger and hooked the tip of his nose, feeling how cheap he was.

He coughed and became serious: "Is your body better?"

Ji Lin's heart skipped a beat, he said softly "um", and said, "What happened that day - thank you."

"It's okay, it's easy to do, you..." Wen Yu paused, "Couldn't you call here just to thank me, right?"

"No, I have other things to ask you, can we meet?"

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

He couldn't guess what Ji Lin could do with him, so he said, "If you need anything, just call and I..."

Before Wen Yu finished speaking, Ji Lin said eagerly: "I want to tell you face to face."

This "face-to-face" was mixed with some selfishness that Ji Lin didn't want to admit, and Wen Yu on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, Ji Lin was inexplicably embarrassed, pretending to be indifferent: "It's business."

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu suddenly laughed softly: "I didn't think you would have any personal matters with me, don't get me wrong."

Ji Lin bit his lip: "I didn't misunderstand."

"Where are you meeting?" Wen Yu suddenly asked.

Ji Lin was stunned for a moment, almost unable to react.

"I'm here to find you." Ji Lin said.

"Huh?" Wen Yu was at a loss.

"Tell me your home address, and I'll come and find you."

Ji Lin's private server is slightly student-like, and he even carries a schoolbag, with a docile demeanor, not like a star, but like a student.

He wore a pair of huge sunglasses that blocked half of his face, a mask over his mouth, and a black peaked cap on his head. He stood outside the door in full armor.

Wen Yu changed her hair color again, it was her own hair color as a whole, with a few strands of light purple streaks dyed inside, which was not too obvious.

A color that is obviously very flamboyant, but Ji Lin feels that it is inexplicably gentle and noble.

Not surprising either.Wen Yu himself was born with a touch of nobility.

Wen Yu's hair is naturally scattered, long to the back of the neck, slightly curly, not very long, and does not give people a sense of femininity.

His hair was a little messy and looked soft.

Ji Lin stared at Wen Yu in a daze.

Wen Yu saw that he stood still and did not speak, and asked, "What's the matter? Aren't you coming in?"

Ji Lin took off his mask, and said hello in a stiff tone: "Hi, excuse me."

Wen Yu leaned against the door, feeling amused.

Ji Lin took the script and entered the door, took off his shoes, and was stunned.

There were two pairs of slippers in the shoe cabinet, the sizes were obviously different, Ji Lin held the shoes in a daze for a while, and then stepped on the floor barefoot.

"Wear mine." Wen Yu took out the slightly larger pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and threw them on the ground, "If Star Ji doesn't mind."

Ji Lin looked up at him, his eyes were blocked by sunglasses, blocking the emotions in his eyes.

Ji Lin lowered his head and quickly whispered: "I don't mind."

"Huh?" Wen Yu didn't hear clearly, and was at a loss, "What?"

"It's nothing." Ji Lin didn't change his slippers, and walked into the room barefoot, "It's nothing, I'll leave soon."

Wen Yu closed the door, lowered his head and smiled helplessly.

The intention to deliberately keep a distance is too obvious.

Walking into Wen Yu's house, Ji Lin smelled a vague fragrance, faint and astringent, like volatile lemonade.

When Ji Lin sat down next to Wen Yu, the sour lemon fragrance became even stronger.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and the floor was still a little cold. Ji Lin wore ankle-length socks, and the soles of his feet were chilly, and his two feet overlapped quietly.

Wen Yu supported his head and leaned on the sofa, lazily, his eyes wandered to Ji Lin's restless feet.

Ji Lin wore a pair of red socks, bright red, very eye-catching.

Wen Yu barely looked away, and asked, "What can you do with me?"

Ji Lin took out the script and cut straight to the point: "The film studio invited you to participate in the adaptation of the script before, I hope you can think about it again."

Wen Yu didn't expect Ji Lin to come to him specifically for this matter, he was a little surprised.

He glanced down at the script in Ji Lin's hand, and said lightly, "I remember that I had clearly rejected it before."

"It's them you rejected, not me." Ji Lin looked calmly, "I'm here to find you today."

Wen Yu looked at him silently.

Ji Lin opened the script, with a serious tone: "You refuse because you haven't read the script yet, you can read it, many places have been changed—" He paused, and said bluntly: "The changes don't make sense."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows.

"There are many places where the logic doesn't make sense." Ji Lin frowned, his expression serious.

Wen Yu couldn't help laughing: "You, a big star, need to worry about this kind of thing? Wouldn't it be good to earn your money..."

Ji Linweng interrupted him angrily: "I said that the logic doesn't make sense. Even if such a plot is filmed, it is a waste of resources."

There are many circles and dots drawn with colored pens on the script. Ji Lin randomly opened a page and pointed out the logical loopholes in it.

Wen Yu was surprised that Ji Lin could analyze the plot of the manga so thoroughly, but he still refused: "I said, I will not participate in the adaptation of the script, the copyright of the manga has been sold, and they will change it to whatever It has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with you, you should make your film well..."

Ji Lin's hand holding the script slightly tightened, and an unknown fire rose in his heart.

The work I like is so insignificant in the eyes of the original author.

Really insignificant?Probably to avoid him.

"This is your work, you created it, why do you say it so nonchalantly?" Ji Lin looked stubborn, but his tone was inexplicably aggrieved, "Do you just like to escape so much?"

Wen Yu was startled.

Ji Lin closed the script, got up and planned to leave.

Wen Yu grabbed his wrist and asked in a deep voice, "What did I run away from?"

Ji Lin didn't respond.

Wen Yu stood up, suddenly grabbed Ji Lin's chin, his face was gloomy, and asked again: "What did I run away from?"

Ji Lin met his gaze and said nothing.

When Wen Yu raised his hand, there was a faint smell of alcohol from his sleeves, mixed with a hint of tobacco, covering up the sour smell.

Wen Yu raised Ji Lin's chin slightly, squinted his eyes and asked him: "Are you talking about the time when I dumped you and went abroad without saying a word?"

Ji Lin's eyes trembled, and he pushed him away forcefully.

"Wen Yu, you idiot!" Ji Lin snarled in a rare way, turned around and left.

甩？

Ji Lin closed the door and laughed at himself.

Wen Yu could not help but think too highly of that short and vague relationship.

Even if you don't own it, how can you get rid of it?