Mr. Chinese

Jin Xunfeng arrived relatively late, and after signing in, the public event was over.Seeing him, the beautiful and strict manager sister scolded him again.

On the other side, at the banquet scene, among the lively crowd, two tall men in suits were getting together, discussing something with serious expressions.One of them is handsome and handsome, and the other has a handsome face. They are He Xilang and Su Yuan.

In the past year, Su Yuan seemed to have woken up from his dream of being a poet, and began to resume his old career.

When Su Yuan was locked up at home by Ji Changhua more than a year ago, he had this kind of thought.Nearly a month of "imprisonment" made Su Yuan see many things clearly.He suddenly found that his persistence was ridiculous in the eyes of most people. In the huge world, except for He Xilang, there was no second person who supported him.

He compromised with fate and Ji Changhua, but he only failed his heart.But who didn't come here like this?There are so many people in the world who have dreams, but how many of them have actually realized them?

After figuring this out, Su Yuan quickly threw himself into his new job.He used to write poems, but he was unknown in the journalism world, and his manuscripts were reprinted by various portals, and one of them won a journalism award.Netizens praised and criticized, but Su Yuan didn't bother to pay attention to those.

In his busy schedule, he would occasionally think of himself, who lived in a group rented house and wanted to be a poet, as far away as an unreal dream.

This time Su Yuan attended a business event as an invited media, but unexpectedly ran into He Xilang.

Su Yuan also saw the small press conference just now. At the meeting, it was officially announced that the "Seven Faces" project team was established and will soon be put into production. "Seven Faces" is a work written by He Xilang before. It consists of seven individual stories. They are short and sharp, each story does not exceed [-] words, but it is reversed again and again.

In Su Yuan's eyes, this drama is actually not of much value, and the producer is also very ordinary. It is just a domestic video website, and there are several popular apps. Each episode is a unit drama, and it is broadcast purely on the Internet platform.Most of the original works in the domestic entertainment industry are not good, and many of them imitate popular foreign IPs.From Su Yuan's point of view, "Seven Faces", which has not yet been launched, has a taste of "BlackMirror".

This dinner was not very formal, and the press conference seemed relatively simple, but He Xilang didn't care, and was in high spirits from the beginning to the end.

Seeing He Xilang so happy, Su Yuan was a little confused: "You would agree to make an online drama?"

"What does it mean to agree to make a web drama?" He Xilang heard Su Yuan's voice, and began to scold his friends, "You are wrong, you can't think that this thing is very low just because it is an web drama. No flow."

"Isn't that so?" Su Yuan frowned, "Most online dramas are shoddy and lack connotation. You actually let these people ruin your novels."

"It's narrow, it's narrow!" He Xilang looked at Su Yuan, as if looking at an old antique, "Let me tell you, it's actually the opposite. Unlike the traditional film and television industry, online dramas let me see a new kind of possible."

Su Yuan: "??"

"You still remember the aesthetics of reception proposed by Jauss? No matter who mentioned it, it's almost that stuff... They think that the function of the work can only be realized when the reader reads it, and when the reader reads it, the work acquires its own Vitality, at this time, a work is truly completed."

Su Yuan nodded: "Thinking about it, for them, the life curve of a work is like this, the author writes it, is seen by others, resonates or entertains, and is forgotten."

He Xilang: "That's right, everyone's different interpretations will give this work different meanings. To some extent, it can even be said that when a writer finishes writing a work, that work no longer belongs to him , and belong to every viewer.”

"You think, the traditional way of creation is that the writer 'Kang Dang' writes a story and then shows it to the readers. Can the reader's reaction be reflected in the work? Of course it is possible, but the work has already been completed, and the reader's Feedback has very little impact on the works. The students and professors of our Faculty of Arts write so many papers every day, do you think how many people really read them?"

Su Yuan was a little touched, which reminded him of himself. He wrote so many poems in the past, how many people have read them seriously?A long time ago, he felt that writing was a very private matter, and it would be cool to write it by himself, and then forget it.But at some point, he began to hope that someone could see it, eager to resonate with others.

He Xilang also said: "Actually, for me, whether it is online novels or online dramas, these are just a form. I am very interested in this new type of relationship between creators and audiences. Of course, online dramas now It may not be as flexible as online novels, most of them are just filmed and then broadcast on online platforms, and there is still a big gap between the moment when the audience decides the direction of the plot and survival."

Su Yuan looked at He Xilang and didn't speak for a long time.

He Xilang got goosebumps all over his body, he quickly jumped aside, exaggerating: "What are you doing, don't fall in love with me just because of this."

Su Yuan smiled, looking so serious: "You really don't think about making do with me?"

He Xilang pulled a younger brother who was walking towards him, without hesitation: "No, I want to live with him."

Jin Xunfeng paused, all the previous regrets turned into surprises, a burst of warmth welled up in his heart, and the person he had been thinking about for a long time appeared in front of his eyes, but he couldn't believe it, so he just called softly: "Old man!" ……teacher?"

"I also said that it looks quite similar from a distance, but I didn't expect it was really you." He Xilang pulled Jin Xunfeng to look at him for a while, "Why did you return to China so soon?"

Jin Xunfeng was a little embarrassed: "...not permanent at all, it's just a business trip."

He Xilang recalled the previous message and asked, "Didn't you have something to do with me? What's the matter?"

Jin Xunfeng opened his mouth with a doting smile: "I have nothing to do, I just miss you."

Tsk, it's not too coquettish, but it's not too coquettish.Su Yuan felt that he had no room for himself, so he quietly stepped aside.

He Xilang narrowed his eyes because of this sentence, and couldn't tell whether it was happiness or other emotions on his face.

Jin Xunfeng finally recovered from his excitement, and belatedly asked, "Teacher, why are you here?"

He Xilang: "Did you miss the link just now?"

Jin Xunfeng was about to say something, when suddenly, his beautiful manager came over, bowed to He Xilang, and said familiarly: "Mr. He, you are here, and I want to introduce Xunfeng to you. acknoledged?"

Jin Xunfeng blinked, not quite understanding: "Is he also your teacher?"

The agent frowned: "What teacher?"

Jin Xunfeng: "Didn't you just call him teacher?"

The agent nodded: "That's right, "Seven Faces" was written by Mr. Crane, what's wrong with me calling him Teacher?"

Jin Xunfeng: "..."

Jin Xunfeng was speechless for a while, and seemed to finally come to his senses for a long time, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it: "Teacher, are you just a crane?"

He Xilang nodded: "I thought you knew."

This fact stunned Jin Xunfeng, he lost his mind for a while, and murmured: "It's over, it's over, my life is over..."

The agent looked inexplicably: "What's wrong with you?"

Jin Xunfeng seemed to have been pulled out of his soul, but kept repeating: "My life is over..."

The agent brought several models under him, and Jin Xunfeng only had a little bit of potential. She didn't bother to figure out his strange mental activities, and explained some trivial matters before going on to other things.

He Xilang suppressed a smile: "What happened to you?"

Jin Xunfeng raised his head, eyes full of confusion: "Teacher, what should I do? I like you so much, I'm done."

He Xilang frowned: "What kind of logic is this, if you like me, it's over?"

Jin Xunfeng was disappointed: "But you don't like me."

He Xilang was amused: "Who said I don't like you?"

Jin Xunfeng was very sober, this was not the first time he was fooled by He Xilang, but for some reason, this time he suddenly felt a little wronged.He opened his mouth to accuse: "You obviously don't like me, why do you say such things again?"

He Xilang was a little dazed, he was used to being outspoken, since he made up his mind to let himself go in this relationship, the degree of letting go is even more than before.It was really unintentional to say that kind of thing, but now that he thinks about it carefully, his real thoughts are not much different.

Jin Xunfeng looked at He Xilang. He was clearly a tall man of about 1.8 meters, but now he looked a little pitiful.He can clearly remember every word He Xilang said before, and he repeated it word by word: "Teacher, you said it before, you said that the love between teachers and students is unequal, that's because students give in The feelings that arise from the knowledge and authority of the teacher. You yourself are against the relationship between teachers and students."

"I remember it very clearly," said He Xilang, "I still insist on this point of view, but I also want to say that I am a special case."

Jin Xunfeng frowned, as if he didn't understand.

He Xilang took it for granted: "I am so good, no matter if I am a student or not, everyone will like me. So there is no difference."

Jin Xunfeng: "..."

Yes, you are the best, and the show of Tihua is not as good as your show.

He Xilang explained proudly: "Look, you have now discovered the loopholes in my concept. If the teacher is too good, this concept cannot be established. So, Jin, you have to look at the problem dialectically."

Jin Xunfeng didn't listen to He Xilang's later nonsense, but the phrase "who said I don't like you" just kept echoing in his mind.

Who said I don't like you?

So do you like it or not?

He used to think that the teacher was cold and upright, but later he realized that his personality was so bad, like a kid who liked to play pranks.

Jin Xunfeng couldn't believe it, and he asked again: "Teacher, what you said is true?"

He Xilang thought for a while and said, "At least it's not fake."

Jin Xunfeng frowned: "But you didn't even look for me."

"I look for you and you ignore it."

"You're still avoiding me!"

……

Jin Xunfeng seemed to have suddenly turned into a child at this moment, and began to complain about the grievances and sorrows He Xilang had brought to him one by one.Bei Pu once taunted him, saying that all emotions are balanced, you Jin Xunfeng have been scumbags so many times, this time it is finally your turn to be scumbags by others.

He Xilang is very good at coaxing people, regardless of whether it is his fault or not, he took it all down and said quickly: "Okay, okay, then I will make it up to you."

Jin Xunfeng was stunned.He was just aware of He Xilang's indulgence to him, and he was just talking about it.

Seeing that he didn't respond, He Xilang added another sentence: "How about a promise with your body?"

Jin Xunfeng couldn't stand He Xilang like this, and said he would go outside to get some air.

He Xilang was in high spirits, of course it was impossible to just let him go.Compared with the second generation like Ji Changhua, although He Xilang is quite low-key, compared to ordinary people, he can still be called "extravagant and lustful".He knows almost every five-star hotel in City B like the back of his hand. For example, the best thing about St. Regis is the administrative service, the parking guy in the peninsula is the most handsome, and the best buffet is the four-star Staff Home...

He Xilang has been to the hotel where they are now several times before, and he is familiar with it.He remembered that there was an open-air garden on the east side of the second floor of the hotel. Based on his memory, he led Jinxunfeng around, and finally hid behind a bush of roses.

Cut off from the banquet hall full of people, it seemed that there were only the two of them in this small world.

Ever since seeing He Xilang tonight, Jin Xunfeng's head has become muddled, and he completely forgot what he was here for.Brought out by He Xilang, the sequelae of the long-distance flight seemed to be onset, and Jin Xunfeng felt dizzy, and the whole world became unreal.

There is a lot of traffic downstairs, and there is a lot of people in the building, only this small garden is quiet.The early summer wind blew away He Xilang's bangs, revealing a full and smooth forehead, and the perfect side face carved by a master.

Jin Xunfeng was fascinated by it, and his lustful heart became furious: "Teacher, can I hug you?"

Because of the importance, I dare not touch it even more.Because he cared too much, he became more cautious.

He Xilang clicked his tongue and said, "Do you still want to ask this kind of question?"

Jin Xunfeng was stunned, not sure what the other party's attitude was for a moment.

Seeing this, He Xilang grabbed Jin Xunfeng's tie, then raised his head to enclose the other's thin lips.He Xilang had no experience before, and he stumbled when doing it. Jin Xunfeng was not much better than him, and he just took it by instinct.

After the kiss was over, the breath of the two of them was a little disordered. He Xilang, who was quite tough just now, was leaning against Jin Xunfeng's arms in disheveled clothes, panting with a red face, looking extremely lustful.He Xilang's neckline was wide open, and the back of Jin Xunfeng's shirt was ripped out. Both of them couldn't help themselves.

"Teacher..." Jin Xunfeng moved emotionally, holding He Xilang in his arms, spraying his scorching breath on the other's neck, making people itch.

He Xilang raised his head and asked, "Are you going upstairs?"

What the words refer to is self-evident.