I still like you [entertainment circle]

It has been a long time since Wen Yu has painted portraits seriously. Compared with people, he is more interested in painting objects.

Ji Lin has a good foundation, his figure and face are top-notch, being a model is a waste, overqualified, Wen Yu can draw a sketch of him without him standing in front of him.

But it's not like Wen Yu didn't have the nasty idea of ​​drawing a few pictures of Ji Lin without clothes like Jack in "Titanic".

Of course, painting is not the key, the main thing is to see what kind of expression Ji Lin will show in that situation.

Wen Yu took a paintbrush and daubed on the drawing board, thinking about it, his thoughts drifted away.

The ringtone of the mobile phone cut off his fantasies. It was Jiang Ye who called, and he is still Wen Yu's assistant.

Although Wen Yu is not an artist, he does lack a capable assistant by his side. Xiang Nan has already had his own new start, and Wen Yu feels that Jiang Ye is capable of work and comfortable with people, so he discusses with him and lets him work for a long time. I did it here.

The movie was about to be released, and Jiang Ye came to inform Wen Yu of the premiere.

"The premiere?" Wen Yu rubbed the paint on his wrist, "I'm a cameo, so it's okay if I don't go."

Jiang Ye was very embarrassed: "Boss, I have to go. The film producer has specified that all the actors must go. Don't you want to see your performance in the movie?"

Wen Yu is rather lazy, after finishing his own role, he pays no attention to the follow-up of the film production.

Wen Yu was silent, still thinking about it, and then he heard Jiang Ye say in a nutshell: "Boss, I think you should push back on your not liking to meet people."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows.

Seeing that Wen Yu didn't refute, Jiang Ye boldly continued to make suggestions: "Look, this movie is officially released, you will have to show your face sooner or later, maybe you will be invited to participate in some programs or something, you can get by with this money You have to make money too, don’t you?”

Wen Yu laughed: "What a mess."

"Aren't you falling in love with Ji Lin now?" Jiang Ye has worked for Wen Yu for a long time, and the distance with him has been shortened a lot, "He is a member of the circle, and you will enter his world sooner or later. You have to learn to adapt.”

Jiang Ye lived a transparent life, a well-rounded person who could enjoy himself everywhere. Although he handled things smoothly, he kept his temper just right, and his shrewdness would not be offensive, on the contrary, he was likable.

Wen Yu pondered for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll go."

On the day of the premiere, a number of media came to the scene, and the venue set by the organizer was full of seats. Wen Yu did not sign a contract company, was alone, came and went freely, and sat down at random.

Tian Gongwen and Ji Lin were the leading actors, arriving at the scene one after another, surrounded by reporters and media to take pictures.

In front of the camera, Wen Yu restrained himself no matter how daring he acted, and blinked at Ji Lin from afar.

The corners of Ji Lin's mouth curled up slightly, and under the guidance of his assistant, he sat in a seat in the front row.

Wen Yu sat in the third row from the bottom, a little far away from Ji Lin, so he got up and moved a few rows to the front quietly.

Jiang Ye knew it well and followed closely behind.

The host was speaking on the stage, and Ji Lin was sitting in his seat with his back stretched straight, like a student who listened carefully to the class.

In the weather of August, Ji Lin only wore a thin black T-shirt. When his waist was tightened, the spine groove on his back was particularly obvious.

Wen Yu poked Ji Lin's spine with his finger.

Ji Lin's waist softened, and his upper body collapsed in an instant.

He frowned, turned his head slightly, and glanced over from the corner of his eyes, and when he caught a glimpse of Wen Yu, his eyes trembled.

Qin Jun noticed the little movement here, squinted and coughed twice.

Like a bad student who was caught by the teacher for making small moves in class, Wen Yu, a bad student, leaned back on his chair as if nothing had happened.

The corner of the good student Ji Lin's mouth curled up, and he looked away without a trace.

There were quite a lot of processes in the premiere ceremony. After a while, the director explained the theme of the film, and after a while, the actors expressed their thoughts on filming.

It's hard for Jiang Ye to be an assistant, the flashing lights are constantly flashing around, and the ancestor next to him didn't even raise his head, but he was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

For the first time, he felt that it was much easier for him to be an assistant to a star before.

Wen Yu didn't pay attention to the content of the premiere until he heard Ji Lin's voice.

Wen Yu pressed his fingertips on the phone screen, finally unblocked, and put down the phone.

"So, when Linlin was filming this movie, was there any scene that left a deep impression on me?" the host asked.

Holding the microphone, Ji Lin said without hesitation: "There are quite a few scenes that left a deep impression on me. The most impressive one should be the scene where Feimu cried on the rooftop after Feilin disappeared."

"Oh?" The host's eyes lit up.

"Although there were no lines in that scene, I NGed it many times." Ji Lin smiled, "Because I'm not good at crying scenes, I don't know how to cry."

Low laughter sounded all around.

Wen Yu leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looking up at Ji Lin's back.

Jiang Yi picked up the microphone and spoke to the side: "You can cry if you cry, but I'm not satisfied with crying."

The crowd burst into laughter.

What Jiang Yi said was that Ji Lin cried so much that he didn't penetrate his emotions. Ji Lin was able to shoot other scenes with ease and aura. With comparison, his weakness in crying scenes became obvious.

He can cry tears, but he can't express his true feelings.

Ji Lin looked in Jiang Yi's direction and smiled, and continued: "I filmed that scene more than 20 times, and both my eyes were swollen after filming, and the swelling didn't go away the next day. Vague."

"Then how did our Director Jiang 'let go' of you?" the host asked with a smile.

"He asked me if I had ever been in a relationship."

There was an "oh--" at the scene.

Wen Yu moved his fingers on the chair handle.

The host became interested: "And then?"

"I said I didn't talk about it. I had a crush on someone when I was in school. Director Jiang asked me to imagine Feilin as that person." Ji Lin pursed his lips, with a slight smile in his eyes, "But I can't help it. Substitute that person, because the role of Feilin is far from him, he has a lot of problems, and his character is not as perfect as Feilin."

Moreover, Wen Yu is Wen Yu, a unique existence, he cannot be a character in Ji Lin's play.

Jiang Ye on the side laughed, and Wen Yu squinted at him.

Wen Yu always had the illusion that he was being publicly executed. He was embarrassing, and I was the one who played the role of Xindao Feilin, so you didn't substitute him for me.

Wen Yu snorted and folded his arms across his chest.

Ji Lin spoke slowly as if chatting with a friend, the atmosphere at the scene became relaxed unconsciously, and bursts of laughter burst out.

"Then what happened afterwards? How did this scene go?"

"I substituted other people." Ji Lin said, "I substituted Feimu and Feilin into two other people. I heard those two people from a story told by others. I think they are the movies. The non-wood and non-forest in the

Wen Yu was startled, slightly absent-minded.

After that, Wen Yu couldn't hear what Ji Lin was talking about until the host's voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

"I heard that Fei Lin's actor, the original author of "The Origin of Killing" comics, has also come to the scene?" The host glanced down the stage, and locked his eyes on Wen Yu who was behind Ji Lin, "Ah, it really is here. Woolen cloth."

Ji Lin turned his head to follow the host's gaze.

Wen Yu's expression changed subtly, but he remained calm.

Everyone's focus fell on him, and the flashes flashed more and more ostentatiously.

The host asked a few questions, which were similar to those asked before. Wen Yu was a cameo, so he shouldn't have the treatment of being interviewed. It was probably arranged by the producer to build momentum before the movie was released.

Wen Yu thought to himself that the producer thought highly of him, how much traffic he, a non-serious cartoonist with few works, could bring.

Wen Yu sat still, Jiang Ye was so anxious that he patted his thigh desperately, and muttered softly: "Noodles, noodles."

What kind of noodles are you arranging for?

Wen Yu sighed, took the microphone and got up, and said briefly: "I don't have any special feelings, thank you."

After speaking, he sat down.

Jiang Ye felt that the air around him was frozen, and even the sound of "clicking" shutters subsided instantly.

In order to ease the embarrassment, the host changed the topic very quickly, and the on-site resilience is very strong.

When Jiang Ye finally felt that the atmosphere was not so awkward, he took his mobile phone and sent Wen Yu a WeChat message.

-Jiang Ye: You are awesome [Skeleton/]

Ji Lin also sat down earlier, Wen Yu didn't reply to Jiang Ye, and sent Ji Lin a WeChat directly.

Ji Lin felt the phone in his pocket vibrate, and took a look.

-My cat: I heard that I have a lot of problems.

Ji Lin couldn't help laughing, and typed a reply.

-Little Red Sox: I didn't say it was you.

-my cat:?

- My Cat: What other crushes did you have in school?

"Mr. Wen Yu?"

Suddenly a man's voice came from next to his ear, Wen Yu turned his head and glanced.

Many people came to the scene, except for the media reporters and the film's main actors, the rest are basically amateurs who can get tickets.

Not ordinary amateurs, but generally behind-the-scenes staff, or powerful financial backers. Wen Yu saw that this person's attire should belong to the latter.

He looks about 30 years old, wears a famous brand, and still has a faint smell of cologne wafting from his body.

Wen Yu responded: "Yes."

Wen Yu's expression was indifferent, as if he wanted to chat with someone, the man smiled and asked directly: "Are you interested in acting in the movie I invested in?"

Wen Yu froze for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

"Don't refuse in such a hurry." The man was handsome, with narrow and long eyes, and the tails of his eyes turned up when he smiled. He lowered his voice and leaned into Wen Yu's ear and said, "Now the premiere is still going on. When it's over, let's find someone Time to talk slowly."

His tone was flat, not asking for advice, but informing.

Wen Yu frowned, and subconsciously turned his head to the side.

The man smiled and sat up straight again.

The premiere ceremony went to the final stage, and finally it was time to play the movie.

This is the first time Wen Yu has seen the finished film, and one after another flashed on the screen, presenting his comics on the large screen in the form of storyboards.

It still feels amazing.

Ji Lin doesn't have many roles, interspersed with Tian Gongwen's flashes of inspiration when reasoning about the case.

The comics separate the plots of solving crimes and crimes, and the movie interweaves two lines, embedding Ji Lin's crime process into Tian Gongwen's reasoning process by way of interludes.

Movies are often not long, the plot is compact and dense, and the movie viewing scene is very quiet. Everyone holds their breath and concentrates, for fear of missing any plot.

In the memory part, Wen Yu's shot finally appeared.

——Dancing on the rooftop.

The background music suddenly changed to the classic tango song "One Step Away". Unlike the audition a long time ago, it was no longer a pure piano piece, but the most original version.

The unassuming, enthusiastic, and extremely rhythmic melody brought both of them on the screen full of tension and a kind of reckless willfulness.

Tango is like this, every movement is stretched to the extreme, and there is no hesitation.

Feimu really resembles that person.

Paranoid and desperate.

Wen Yu's eyes darkened.

When that person decided to find a surrogate to give birth to him, he probably did not consider the consequences at all, just like Feimu killed his adoptive father.

It's just that Feimu is a little smarter than him, he knows how to leave a way out for himself.

As soon as the camera turns, the memories of Feimu and Feilin have come to an end.

Standing on the rooftop where he used to dance, Feimu looked up at the gray sky. He always had that numb expression, and tears rolled down his temples silently.

The lens slowly circles from the side to the front of the non-wood, and gradually advances, forming a close-up of the eyes.

In those cloudy eyes, the flying birds gliding in the sky in the distance are reflected.

The author has something to say: A little angel asked if it was about to end, which made me more anxious. Woohoo, I also want to end, but there is still a little more to explain.Love you all, what a da!