The winner is crowned king [entertainment circle]

The cold wind of the winter morning blew into Xiang Ling's pupils, sharp as a knife blade.

In the bedroom behind him, Ji Ruohe was still asleep.

Xiang Ling rubbed his dry and painful eyes, wrapped his collar tightly, and gently pushed open the glass door of the bedroom balcony.He walked extremely slowly, firstly because he was afraid of waking Ji Ruohe up, and secondly, because his waist was indescribably sore.

There seems to be something different between him and Ji Ruohe, like a taut string, we can only try to maintain the strength, too much relationship or deliberate alienation will cause the string to break.

Xiang Ling was busy making breakfast in the kitchen. This was the first time since he was on vacation that he did this with the emotion of taking care of someone.

The porridge should not be too thick and not too thin. Only when the taste is just right can it be called a good porridge.If Ji Ruohe didn't like porridge, shouldn't he go out and buy some buns or something.

As he thought about it, a dazed light flashed through his mind, he slapped his head, how could he forget that Ji Ruohe is a high-end person, how could he eat buns and the like.

After working for a while, when Xiang Ling was about to go out with the key, Ji Ruohe woke up, came out of the bedroom, leaned against the stairs, and said, "Where are you going?"

Xiang Ling looked at the porridge pot in the kitchen, and said, "Go buy some breakfast."

Ji Ruohe tilted his head and stretched his neck to look at the kitchen. In fact, he could smell a faint scent of rice grains in the room. When he came out, he found that this guy had really cooked porridge.

"Aren't you done?" He pointed to the smoking stove in the kitchen and opened his mouth by the way.

Xiang Ling said truthfully: "I'm worried that you won't be used to it, so I'll go out and buy you Western-style food."

It's true that Xiang Ling hasn't eaten a serious Chinese breakfast for a long time, a bowl of porridge, a cup of soy milk, a few fried dough sticks, and sometimes a few greasy steamed buns.These things that he ate when he was young seem almost extravagant now, he misses them quite a bit and is not very picky.

"No, what you got is enough, come here together."

Xiang Ling looked at the keys in his hand, took off the wrapped scarf, put it on the back of the chair, changed back into the slippers and went to the kitchen to squeeze the soy milk.

It's strange, every time Ji Ruohe is around, no matter where he is, it seems like he is in charge, and Xiang Ling only cares about obeying.

The freshly squeezed soy milk is steaming, and when you take a sip, what you drink is not only the juice, but also the dense water vapor in your eyes.

Xiang Ling likes to put sugar in his soymilk, it's not that sweet and greasy, the slightly sweet taste covers the grassy taste of the beans, making it more refreshing to drink.

Ji Ruohe doesn't pick anything to drink. This is a habit he has developed over the years. Although he doesn't drink soy milk very much, when he eats, he only follows the principle of what he has to eat. In the eyes of outsiders, he looks like a good gentleman.

The two ate breakfast in silence, Ji Ruohe took a sip of soy milk, and suddenly said, "Let's take you out to play tomorrow, where do you want to go?"

Xiang Ling almost spit out all the soy milk in his throat, but he almost said it, that is, he didn't spit it out. After all, the juice got stuck in his throat, and it was uncomfortable.

Xiang Ling smoothed his breath and said, "Mr. Ji doesn't need to accompany his family?"

Ji Ruohe had no expression on his face, and said lightly, "They are abroad and have a leisurely life."

The implication is that the old couple are living their own two-person world, so they don't bother to care about what their son is doing. It's best not to provoke them, and their ears are clean.

"Oh." Xiang Ling responded, and said, "Where does Mr. Ji want to go?"

Ji Ruohe's voice was a little cold: "I'm not playing, I'm asking you."

Xiang Ling always felt that he was going to throw the cup and flip the table in the next second. After thinking for a while, he said, "Why don't you go to watch the sunrise, is the beach okay?"

Ji Ruohe smiled: "What kind of sunrise do you see in winter?"

It's not too cold to be at the seaside.

Xiang Ling doesn't care. He is not a playful person, and he doesn't like noisy places. He doesn't like playgrounds that suit the people's taste, shopping malls and festivals. It's too noisy, and it's easy to lose yourself.

“The seaside is clean and nice.”

Ji Ruohe saw that Xiang Ling was serious and didn't want to deal with it, so he said, "Okay." He sandwiched a deep-fried dough stick for Xiang Ling, and drank soy milk by himself.

After breakfast, Xiang Lingwo watched TV at home. The Spring Festival is a statutory holiday. He didn't want to waste this rare time for relaxation. He only had a few days of leisure for 360 five days a year, and it was better not to let work pollute him.

Ji Ruohe nestled beside him, also staring at the TV, but it's hard to say if he's watching it or not.

He just came out of the kitchen, washed the dishes, and took over the work himself. Xiang Ling washed it himself, and he snatched it up. He didn't wear gloves, and his hands were red from the cold.

Xiang Ling was very embarrassed, he had to trouble others to wash the dishes when he came to eat at home.

Seeing that his hands were flushed, Xiang Ling went to heat a cup of milk tea for him to cover his hands.

The milk tea is Indian milk tea. Ji Ruohe's housekeeper said it last time. He remembered it. He bought a box on the way and left it at home without touching it. He only remembered it when he saw Ji Ruohe.

Xiang Ling brewed tea and brought it over to him. Because his hands were shaking and he couldn't control the amount of water, the cup was overflowing and shaking a bit. On the way to deliver it, he spilled a little on his hand and it was hot red.

Ji Ruohe got up to go, so he could walk less.

The two of them sat on the sofa and watched TV again. It was the replay of the Spring Festival Gala. Xiang Ling didn't like to watch songs and dances, nor did he like to watch skits. He was looking forward to the annual acrobatic show. Holding people in the sky, spinning and jumping, the acrobats' feet did not touch the ground, and Xiang Ling's soul flew up behind him.

He imagined that he was flying, and that he was the only one in the whole world, flying around without restraint.

He also doesn't like bondage.

""The Expedition of the Wasteland" will be released in a few days, what do you want to say?"

Xiang Ling tilted his head, thought and said, "Wait for them to get angry."

Ji Ruohe smiled: "So confident?"

"I don't do things that I'm not sure about. I'm optimistic about the market for this show. When the time comes, I can pay off the company's debts."

Didn't you go for this goal from the beginning, when that day comes, the best ending is to get out of the body, which is very good.

Ji Ruohe was taken aback for a moment, then paused, and said, "You're doing it for this?"

Xiang Ling concentrated: "Isn't it?"

Being reborn into the entertainment circle was something he never expected. He had to accept it when he was confused, and he would take over even the dilapidated ones. If not, he would be extremely unwilling to deal with this circle.

Ji Ruohe: "After paying off the debt, where are you going?"

Xiang Ling stroked his fingers, and said uncertainly, "Wait a minute, I'll leave after I finish the drama I'm holding. You're the boss, so it's good to tell you."

Having arranged the way forward, everything seemed to be going well, but Ji Ruohe was not very happy, saying: "It's not a good thing to be too optimistic, you know that there is no fixed number in the entertainment industry."

Xiang Ling huddled on the sofa, without socks, and his toes were a little red, looking very pitiful.

He lowered his eyes, seemed to be asleep, pouted his mouth, but didn't speak.He didn't sleep well last night, Ji Ruohe was just like a time bomb by his side, and Xiang Ling was always on guard.

Ji Ruohe touched the side of his face with his hand, it was a bit cold, the heating had just been turned on in the room, and the heat hadn't returned yet, Ji Ruohe leaned over in an extremely intimate way, as if they were partners who had lived together for a long time, alone The other person is just doing a very ordinary thing.

Ji Ruohe gently caressed the end of his eyes, the slender shadow was extremely alluring, like a fairy.

Leaning in and kissing lightly, it feels good.

Ji Ruohe's tense heart suddenly relaxed, and he suddenly smiled.

-

In the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the weather was fine, and the sun shone warmly on the body. It was enough to wear only a cotton coat.

The two drove along the national highway. There were almost no people on the remote road, and the car drove fast, and they arrived at the beach in a short while.

The seaside wind and humidity are quite strong, and when it blows on the face, there is a salty and damp smell, which is fresh but not good.

They got up early enough, and when they got to the beach, the sun was still down in the sea.There were not many people around, and occasionally a few young men and women walked over hand in hand, and the rest included friends who had no clear relationship with the two of them, and some elderly people who got up early to exercise.

Walk slowly along the coastline.

When I was young, the ocean that had appeared many times in my dreams finally appeared in front of me in reality. It was kind of familiar and unrealistic.

Xiang Ling tensed his head, and suddenly relaxed under the blowing of the sea breeze, and then mocked himself as if he had an epiphany, what are he doing with his nerves tensed every day, and his whole head hurts.

Ji Ruohe hasn't relaxed for a long time, in fact, it's the same everywhere, it's good to be able to take such a relaxing walk and forget everything for a while.

Here, the two of them are like newborn children in a trance, both of them let go of their vigilance, only pay attention to the sand under their feet, and from time to time prevent the possible waves from getting their feet wet.

"Chu Jiang."

"Ok?"

Ji Ruohe stared straight ahead and asked, "I'm curious, what were you like when you didn't enter the entertainment industry?"

Xiang Ling thought, if he used his own words to sum it up in four words, it would be boring. He thought, there are probably less than half of the people in the world who live the same life as him, and there is nothing worth cherishing. nor.

"It's nothing, it's just running around for life."

"What about the student days?"

Xiang Ling catches a ball caught off guard, and recovers after being stunned for half a second. The time he and Ji Ruohe were together in high school rang out, and he misses it inexplicably. Tell Ji Ruohe.

"High school was good, I had a very good friend who treated me very well."

Indeed, at that time, Ji Ruohe pampered him in his hands. To put it bluntly, he held him in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, and held him in his mouth for fear of melting. He only wanted to give him the best. Give him your whole heart.

"Oh? Are you still in touch now?"

Xiang shook his head and said, "No, he's quite stupid."

Ji Ruohe's eyes flashed with doubt, and Xiang Ling continued: "I'm not a good person, he should have seen it earlier, people who know me like to say that I'm ungrateful, heh, in fact, it's true."

Xiang Ling likes to laugh at himself, because he doesn't know many people, and his stepfather treats him badly. In the dead of night, he can always feel the loneliness and despair. He thought about ending his life, but he felt that living was the best way to torture himself.

No one likes him, probably because he is really not good enough, and he will cause trouble for the underground people after he dies.

Ji Ruohe looked at him indifferently, and only said: "You are fine, don't underestimate yourself."

Xiang Ling smiled and said, "Thank you."

Far away from the villa area in that area, and walked to a place with fewer people on the side, a ray of light was finally willing to shine on the sea, flattening the sea.

The light of dawn really gives people an impulse to embrace. At that moment, that ray of light is for those who see it, which symbolizes luck.

Xiang Ling stopped and waited quietly for the sun to rise.

When the whole disc floated up from the bottom of the sea, Xiang Ling suddenly turned his head and said to Ji Ruohe, "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

"Thank you for spending this year with me, I am very happy."

Before the words were finished, a discordant high-pitched voice suddenly came from behind: "I'm happy now, shouldn't it be time to think about something serious?"

Turning around suddenly, there was a group of unknown social gangsters standing behind him, only the boss dressed like a human being, and the followers were all demons and ghosts, wearing the same clothes as those from hell.

Xiang Ling probably knew that trouble was coming, but he didn't know why.

Those people went on to say: "Hey, you got another big money? You have a good vision, and you can make a lot of money."

Xiang Ling frowned, and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

As if he had discovered a new world, the boss was so surprised that he said repeatedly: "Hey, brothers, you see, you have learned badly, and your voice is different from before." Seeing us, the voice of talking is not like that of mosquitoes, how can we have money to pay back the debt?"

Xiang Ling now understood that these people came to ask for a debt, and it should be the money owed by Chu Jiang.

He confessed: "I have no money now."

The boss snorted, and said impatiently: "I don't have money to sleep with someone, have you ever slept with this person next to you? Didn't you get any money?"

Xiang Ling frowned in disgust: "No." He didn't want to argue, and he didn't want to say too much, but it was this attitude that somehow ignited the lead of the boss, and the other party jumped up and turned around and punched Xiang Ling.

The fist came so fast that Xiang Ling fell to the ground before he could react.The nasal bone hurts, and there is a bloody smell in the mouth.

Ji Ruohe didn't let them trample Xiang Ling to death, he kicked up to the head of the boss with one foot, but he knew that to capture the thief, the king was captured first, and the boss was restrained first, and the remaining younger brothers did not dare to move easily.

Ji Ruohe took off his tie, tied it around the boss's neck, and slapped the boss until he screamed in pain, then he controlled his strength and ordered them: "Get out of here."

After finishing speaking, he put his knee against the boss's waist and pressed hard, which made the man scream.

Tell them they will throw you into the sea if you don't go.

They thought that the people Xiang Lingbang was in were all from the entertainment industry, and they were no less capable than them, so they became scared in their hearts, and squeezed out a few words intermittently to tell those younger brothers to go away.