Unscrupulous orthopedics [entertainment circle]

Shi Tang was very pleasantly surprised by An Wangjun's early arrival, and praised him all the way, until An Wangjun was too tired to stand on his feet before letting him go back to rest.As soon as he got to a place where no one was around, An Wang-jun quickly opened his cell phone to take a look, but there was no news or call.

While Du Ruoheng was working as a small assistant, he was also reporting the situation to Le Xingzhi on Wechat. The calmer Anwang Jun was, the more fierce Le Xingzhi's sad frog's expression became.

Le Xingzhi felt that his face was about to turn green from crying.

At night, An Wangjun still received a call from Le Xingzhi.He answered the call almost as soon as it rang, and his hand slipped a bit during the process.Le Xingzhi organized the language for a long time, and finally stammered and told him that several advertisers were willing to ask him to speak for him, and some magazines invited him to ask Mr. An Wang what he thought.

After finishing speaking, Le Xingzhi covered the phone and jumped, feeling so annoyed that Su Yang stared at him motionlessly. The poor little Lezi almost knelt down to him, so he didn't dare to make a sound, so he wailed with his mouth: "Mr. I really don't know how to ask!"

An Wangjun couldn't see what was going on on the other end of the phone, so he sat on the bed until the air-conditioning blew goose bumps all over his body, and then slowly replied: "Brother Xingzhi, you can help me arrange it first, I'll take care of it." No comment."

"I'm fine, but..." Le Xingzhi hesitated to speak, his tongue was almost tied up, "You, why did you go to Shanghai suddenly, and didn't discuss it with me..."

An Wangjun clenched the phone, stopped for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "I can't help it, if I don't seize the opportunity, what should I do if the character is robbed?"

Le Xingzhi laughed dryly: "Hey, with me here, how could it be possible for someone else to steal what you fancy...The endorsement just now, just those few..."

"Brother Xingzhi," An Wangjun interrupted him suddenly, "Brother, do you have any comments?"

As he spoke, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Is he right next to you? Just...do you have nothing to say to me?"

Su Yang could hear An Wangjun's voice getting softer and weaker from the hands-free phone's microphone. This was deliberately pretending to be calm. On the other end of the phone, I don't know how wronged he was. Yes, maybe you can blink your eyes twice, and tears will fall.

Su Yang sniffed, feeling ruthless, turned his back, and waved his hands, indicating that he didn't want to answer.

Le Xingzhi was so angry that he wanted to kick him to death!Seeing that there was no reply for a long time, Mr. An Wang knew what was going on in his heart. He looked up at the dazzling chandelier in the hotel, bit his lips and waited for a while, and then said: "Then you all have a good rest, remember to give him feet medicine……"

Su Yang took a deep breath, couldn't hold it anymore, grabbed the phone: "You come back..."

There is the sound of the phone being hung up.

The air was very quiet for a moment, Su Yang held the phone and stood like a sculpture.

Le Xingzhi wished he could pick up the mallet and smash this unresponsive sculpture, but he couldn't, so he had to scratch his head desperately to vent his anger.

Hard-pressed economy, online baldness.

An Wangjun thought that he would not be able to sleep tonight, but unexpectedly, he not only slept until dawn, but also did not have any messy dreams, but when he woke up in the morning, he subconsciously turned over and wanted to hug something, but hugged The empty air.

It's not a big deal, An Wang-jun thought.

Children are the ones who always want to be held by others, but they themselves are not.I still have a lot to do, and I still have a lot to prove.

Rub your temples and get up.

At nine o'clock that day, the makeup photo of "Pen Knife Record" was released.Three days later the official launch.

Su Yang looked back and forth at these three posters. Inside, the young master who was in full bloom, the deputy editor-in-chief who was gentle and deep, and the revolutionary who fought bloody battles, were all his younger brothers, Mr. Anwang, whom he raised with his own hands.

But how should I face you?Now in your heart, what kind of image do I have?

All along, he was the one who led An Wangjun forward step by step, but standing at the most important fork in life, he had one foot on a cliff and one foot on hell.The first person to be afraid was Su Yang himself.

Su Yang was lying on the bed. In the past few days, he had forcibly turned off all his work, and huddled in this small house quietly moldy.He and An Wang-jun chose the light curtain for the ceiling together, and bought the four-piece bed sheet set together, and An Wang-jun's smell still seemed to remain on the quilt.For a man of this age, he smells a little bit of milk fragrance on his body carefully. It feels like he was walking by holding his hand yesterday, and today I will watch him walk away without looking back.

Su Yang put his hands on his chest, it really hurts...

Three days later, "Pen Knife Record" was officially launched.During these three days, Mr. An Wang met the main creators one after another, plus he read the script, he felt that he didn't have any uncomfortable time at all, and the days passed like tearing up the calendar.

Su Yang must be busier than himself. He has so much work, and everyone revolves around him. How can the great actor have time to think about his useless fake brother.You, Mr. Anwang, please stop being sentimental.

An Wangjun, who doesn't want to put money on his face, is very sober. He studies the script, familiarizes himself with the venue in advance, finds the opponent's actors to go through the tricks first, tries on clothes and props, and is busy all the time.

Du Ruoheng was worried that he would die from overwork, and at the same time worried that he would drive herself crazy. She was helpless and ran to the Internet to post: [My little junior and my senior have always had a good relationship. Two days ago because of All kinds of accidents accidentally fell asleep, and now the two are in a cold war, what should I do? ] As a result, apart from the yooooooo booing and begging for explosive photos, they just let them sleep again, and there is no constructive opinion, and because Du Meizi later played a patch of "I am now running out with my junior brother", which successfully attracted the flames of war. All the girls in the building aimed at the landlord, wanting to kill the landlord, the same wife Bai Lianhua who had ulterior motives and tried to take advantage of the danger to demolish CP.

An Wang-jun saw his glamorous assistant staring at the phone, almost staring out her contact lenses, and reassured her to pay attention to her body, don't worry about getting angry, if she can't, go make a cup of chrysanthemum tea.

Du Ruoheng thought to herself that my old lady was posting painstakingly for your chrysanthemum's happiness. Dog Day is taking advantage of others' danger. If you don't give me three times the bonus this time, I will search for high-end briefcases and send them to Su Yang.

As for her natal senior, Su Yang, Du Ruoheng sighed, "Fuck your mother's natal life, next time all the supporters will buy you a kidney treasure and forget about you, you bastard."

Among the inconspicuous little assistants, Du Ruoheng was unique.First of all, she is the only assistant of the male protagonist. Fans who are familiar with her have long recognized that she was there when she was in "Xiaoyaoji". On the other hand, she is really good-looking, bright and beautiful, with fair skin and beautiful appearance With long legs, she is always mistaken by other staff for an actress in the group.

"Just now there were two people who had an awkward chat with me for 10 minutes, asking all kinds of things, and I finally let me go when I got angry." Du Ruoheng put the brewed American ginseng tea on An Wangjun's table, "What are you doing today? You must drink it, otherwise you can really play Snow White with this complexion."

An Wangjun took a look at the Dabu tea that still smelled of brown sugar and red dates, and pretended not to hear the second part of her sentence: "The awkward chat may be because I like you."

"Fart," Du Ruoheng cursed, and felt that it didn't match his noble and glamorous image, so he sat down to cover half of his face, and said mysteriously, "They've been asking about you."

"Mine?" Even though he asked, An Wangjun was obviously not interested, "What are you asking?"

"That's what I want to tell you. They seem to be handymen temporarily recruited by the crew. They just came in today, but as soon as they entered the crew, they pestered me to ask about your family situation. I find it very strange."

An Wangjun stopped taking notes on the script, "Ask about my home? What else are you asking?"

Du Ruoheng thought for a while, but still told the truth: "He asked what is your relationship with Su Yang."

Mr. An Wang understood, smiled, put down the script and picked up the tea: "It's probably just a few paparazzi who don't give up, it's nothing serious."

"No." Du Ruoheng was a little annoyed when he saw An Wangjun's attitude towards Su Yang, "They asked if you were adopted by Su Yang... I thought it was very strange!"

An Wangjun's hand holding the tea froze.

"Then how did you answer?" An Wangjun asked with his head lowered.

"How can I answer, I cursed crazy and I left. Besides," Du Ruoheng moved closer, "The two looked at the flat-headed and straight-faced people, but their eyes were terribly wretched, and they didn't look like good people at first glance. You'd better be careful."

An Wangjun nodded absent-mindedly. The Dabu tea that he took in was bitterly sweet, but there was no boiled water by his side, so he had to swallow a few sips to suppress the bitterness, and explained to Du Ruoheng: "The lineup of pens and knives is not as big as it is, and investment is not as good as it is. A lot, it's normal that the management is a little lacking, there are mixed groups of good and bad people in the crew, you should pay more attention to safety."

Du Ruoheng nodded, suddenly realized something was wrong, raised his brows: "What are you talking about, my mother is your senior after all, what kind of safety education class do you want you to take? Why are you putting down the teacup? Drink it while it's hot! Hurry up!……"

An Wangjun couldn't put down his stuffy cup, so he ran to the bathroom and vomited.

……

I didn't eat much in the morning, and after I vomited up the dark tonic tea, I kept vomiting acid water.An Wangjun washed his face and looked at his frighteningly white self in the mirror. He thought about whether he should ask the makeup artist to apply more black powder when he puts on makeup later, otherwise it will look white and tasteless on the mirror.

It's my first real starring drama, so I have to do my best to show it to him.

"What's wrong with you, should I take you to the hospital?"

An Wang-jun turned his head and saw a man who looked familiar.

The man stepped forward to support him, and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"

An Wangjun took half a step back and politely waved his hands: "It's nothing, it's just something bad to eat. Brother Shan, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you without glasses."

Jin Shan smiled: "It seems that I lost my body, so that I met my Lingzhou cousin but didn't recognize him?"

Jin Shan, a 30-year-old actor, always uses a pair of gold-rimmed glasses to create a gentle and elegant character.Today, without glasses (and without beauty), it is normal for An Wangjun, who is dazzled, to not recognize him for a while.This time he plays the male protagonist Xie Lingzhou's cousin and the editor-in-chief of the East Asia Newspaper in "Pen Knife Record", a sanctimonious hypocrite and a real traitor Xie Lingfeng.

An Wang-jun had an awkward chat with him, using an excuse to leave before returning to the room.It wasn't until he was far away that he silently touched the waist that was just embraced - it was strange to be hugged by another same sex, but it was nothing unusual to be kissed by Su Yang at that time.

Sure enough, I must be crooked in my bones, An Wang-jun thought.

Go back to the hotel contracted by the film crew, take the elevator, the tenth floor is the floor of the main creators, and turn around this corridor is An Wangjun's own room.Because he just vomited, An Wangjun was still a little dizzy, and just holding on to the corner of the wall to take a breath, two pairs of dirty coconut shoes appeared in front of his eyes.

"It's really you."

An Wang-jun looked up and saw two familiar faces.

"I haven't seen you for ten years. The kid who could only cry at the beginning has become a big star in a blink of an eye! I don't know if I still remember my brothers?"

The author has something to say:

good!Killing the miscellaneous assists that appeared in this chapter will be the end!Next, I will work hard to write seriously, with a faster pace and a stronger story!

Try to have a little dramatic conflict, otherwise I will be bored watching it like boiling water all the time […]

Sit and watch Altair and Vega, can you torture me for two chapters? 【I go】

In the next chapter, Su Zhidan will come to visit Banda. The victory of the revolution is imminent [clench fist]