fake show [entertainment circle]

——The exposed face, in the entire Yuzhou Film and Television City, no one does not know it.

Luo Bei.

Fang Luobei.

The alley was quiet for a moment in the rain.

The five people fighting: "..."

No one knows why this three-gold actor, whose life is more colorful than the script, quietly appeared with an umbrella on a rainy day.

Looking at the appearance of holding an umbrella with one hand in a pocket and holding an umbrella in the other, standing firmly in the middle of the alley, there is a posture of "you fight, I'll just take a look".

This posture confused Chen Yang and his followers, standing in the rain, his face was full of "shit"——

Holy crap, is that really Fang Luobei?

Fuck, why is he here?

Damn it, you just yelled a fart and got the hell out!That's Fang Luobei!

Lying...

"what!"

With a fierce cry, Lu Mao's back was hit hard, and the whole person fell forward according to the inertia of the force.

The sudden sound woke up the people standing in the rain, Chen Yang turned his head, saw Jian Lin copying the thing in his hand, and gave Huang Mao a clean blow, Huang Mao didn't even have time to react, and knelt down on the spot.

Chen Yang exploded.

Is this Jane's brain circuit different from that of normal people?

They were shocked to see Fang Luobei. How could he remember to fight? How could he still think about continuing to fight?

Hello!Are you blind, look who's that under the umbrella!

Of course Jian Lin saw it, but so what, Fang Luo Bei Yuan Luo Bei Bian Luo Bei had nothing to do with him.

He just wants to pack up and deliver the food as soon as possible.

Jian Lin knew what he should do most at any moment.

He thought about not being ruthless today and cleaning up these stupid birds thoroughly, and he will still trouble him in a few days.Simply put, send them to the hospital for a few days like they did half a year ago.

Jian Lin thought so, and was ready to do this, but before he came, he didn't have the advantage, and he never had a chance. After he came, the few seconds of quiet silence just gave him the opportunity.

He was really not very polite, he raised his stick and dropped it, hammered the green hat and the yellow hair, and the yellow hair and the red hair, when Chen Yang and the others gritted their teeth and regained their composure, Jian Lin had already taken the absolute advantage.

The sound of rain, footsteps, fighting, and cursing were all mixed together, and no one cared about the guy at the alley anymore—Jian Lin was busy beating someone, and the others were busy being beaten.

Chen Yang was hit with a stick, his cheek was hit, and his jaw was numb. He was about to fight with a few of his followers, and was about to pounce, when a steady voice came from behind——

Under the umbrella: "Hello, 110? There are people fighting here."

Those who were busy in the rain: "???"

"One against four, the battle was fierce, and the ground was full of blood."

"?"

"Hurry up, there are too many of those four people, and they will kill that one soon."

"??"

"Me? I'm weak, frail, and have limited conditions. I can't pull it away. Cough, cough, and I have a cold."

"???"

Chen Yang and the three miscellaneous hairs were beaten all over their heads, and there were a long series of question marks.

Where is the blood?It's all so internally hurt!

Are you sure it's four against one, not one against four?We get fucked?

Jian Lin is dying?So the old man who just hammered ghosts?

Single and weak, physically weak?Can't pull it off?Brother Luo, when you were an extra performer more than ten years ago, the rumor that you beat the invincible players in Yuzhou, still inspired all the extra performers in the whole film and television city, okay?

"..." wanted to vomit blood.

Not only do I want to vomit blood, but I also want to get out of the way.

The first one to run was Lumao. He jumped up from the pond, clutching his stomach and leaning against the wall, trying to slip past the person who called the police.

As soon as he approached, the person under the umbrella put down his phone and glanced at him.

That glance was light and meaningless, but it pierced like a knife, nailing the green hair in place.

The yellow hair followed, wiped the rainwater from his face, and gave the green hair a push to let him get out of the way and hurry away. When he raised his eyes, he felt the steady aura coming out from under the umbrella, and then stood silently.

The two of them were like cowardly students who met a teacher while sneaking into an Internet cafe, with their hands down and their heads lowered, silently nestling at the base of the wall.

In the alley, Jian Lin ended the battle with extraordinary efficiency and began to wrap up.

He walked towards Chen Yang in the corner, threw the metal telescopic tube on the ground, and there was a sharp "boom", passing by the red hair lying on the ground, and stepped on it.

Only when he got closer, before he could make a move, Chen Yang automatically pressed against the wall, with half of his face swollen: "You you you..."

Jian Lin raised his hand and gave him a head.

Chen Yang hugged his head.

Jian Lin ignored him, raised his hand to stroke his wet hair, glanced at the ground, and turned to look at the entrance of the alley.

He originally wanted to look at the two miscellaneous hairs standing at the edge of the alley, but when he raised his eyes to meet them, it was the eyes of the people under the umbrella—Fang Luobei had been watching.

Jian Lin didn't know why this big man who was living in rumors appeared here, and why he didn't leave. He felt strange in his heart, but he didn't think too much about it.

He was about to evacuate and had to deliver food.

At this time, the headlights of the alley came on, and soon, a black car stopped on the side of the road.

The driver's door was opened, the umbrella was raised, and a middle-aged man got out of the car, holding the umbrella and ran towards him stepping on water: "What's going on?"

Hearing that voice, the young people collectively thumped in their hearts: It's over, Lao Xu!

It was indeed Lao Xu, a policeman from the Yuzhou Town Police Station who lived nearby and was only 2 minutes away by car.

He is not on duty tonight and is squatting at home. If someone calls the police, he is not the one who came out.What Fang Luobei called was his personal phone, four dozen one, blood all over the floor, dying, the New Year's Eve was really scary, fearing that something might happen, he hurried downstairs as soon as he got the car keys, and didn't even have time to put on the down jacket.

When I arrived, I saw, oh, a wonderful spectacle: the first generation of fighting legend + the current generation of fighting king + regular visitor of Chen's police station.

What day is it today?

Old Xu ran over and stood next to Fang Luobei holding an umbrella, his eyes swept over a few people, no need to ask, he knew it in his heart.

He didn't even bother to scold, he directly pointed to the green and yellow hair at the entrance of the alley, and then raised his hand and nodded at the three in the alley: "It's only been half a year, and it's itchy again, right? Get in the car!"

Green Mao and Huang Mao slipped away from the two umbrellas and ran across the road against the rain.

Old Xu turned his head and shouted: "The locomotive stopped by the side of the road! Don't run! Get on my car!"

After the training, I looked at the person who also held the umbrella, wondering: "Why are you here?"

Fang Luobei: "Passing by."

Old Xu is an old grassroots policeman who knows everything about Yuzhou. They have known each other since Fang Luobei was a group performer more than ten years ago.

Not only do they know each other, but they are very familiar, so familiar that Old Xu wants to grind his teeth when he sees this one.

Hearing that he was just passing by, Lao Xu let out a "huh" and looked him up under the umbrella: "When did you correct yourself? Did you know to 'call the police' when you saw someone provoking trouble on the road?"

Fang Luobei's expression was as usual, and he played Tai Chi skillfully with the other party: "After all, Jinpen washed his hands and went ashore. Try to be a good person."

Ha ha.

Old Xu didn't listen to these nonsense. To him, the one in front of him was not equal to the Three Golden Film Kings. It wasn't even Fang Luobei after the name change.

Because of this consistent impression, Lao Xu gave Fang Luobei the name on his cell phone, and it has always been "Luo No. [-] Dangerous Person".

It's only been more than ten years, and this year's number one dangerous person actually has the face to say that he is trying to be a good person?

Old Xu: I believe you?

On the eve of the Chinese New Year, it rained so heavily, and I also received a few troublemakers from this generation. Old Xu's temples hurt, so he didn't talk to Fang Luobei much. He waved his hand and prepared to take a few young people back for education.

The red, yellow and green hairs got into the car, followed by Chen Yang with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

老徐打着伞，看陈阳被揍的那熊样子，拧眉就喷：“我半年前和你说的都是放屁是吧？打不过你还打？打什么打？这么爱当猪头？ "

Chen Yang pouted and wanted to open his mouth, but Lao Xu said, "Shut up! Get in the car!"

Chen Yang ran to the car.

one left.

Old Xu looked into the alley: "You!"

Jian Lin remained calm, and kicked the metal pipe in the corner to the secret dark place again.

Old Xu didn't see his small movements, thinking that he couldn't be called the current fighting king, he moved his feet, and was going to invite him in person.

He took half a step, but was blocked by Fang Luobei who was holding an umbrella in front of him.

Old Xu: "Let it go."

Fang Luobei: "Even five of you, your car is fully loaded."

Old Xu: "Squeeze and squeeze, let's go."

Fang Luobei: "You are a policeman, you must take the lead in obeying the law."

Lao Xu: "..."

Old Comrade Xu was also an eye-opener today. Fang Luobei not only took the initiative to call, but also reminded that a private car can only accommodate up to five people, and also reminded him of the police's obligation to take the lead in abiding by the law.

Old Xu looked hard at Luo Bei's face under the umbrella: "You..."

Fang Luobei looked back at him.

Old Xu: "I'm really not used to you acting like a good person."

"Cough!" Jian Lin, who was approaching, couldn't hold back when he heard the words, and the rain sprayed lightly.

Old Xu looked over Fang Luobei's shoulder and became fierce: "Come here yourself!"

Jian Lin was wearing short sleeves and was drenched all over. The rain was streaming from the top of his head to his face. He looked like a soaked chicken, and he didn't have the aura of just hitting someone with a guy.

He sniffed: "I still want to deliver food."

Old Xu: "What meal to send? Your electric car is down, and the porridge has been spilled, right? Call your brother and ask your brother to deliver it. You come with me first."

Jian Lin didn't argue, and said honestly, "I didn't sprinkle it, I can give it away."

Old Xu: "Don't be stubborn!"

Jian Lin: "It's really not sprinkled, let me give it to you, it's very close, it will be ready soon."

Old Xu: "Will you go?"

From the beginning to the end, Fang Luobei stood between the two of them holding an umbrella, facing Lao Xu and his back to Jian Lin.

Old Xu's voice was loud and powerful, he packed up these troublesome things without stopping, and subconsciously moved forward while talking.

Fang Luobei didn't move away, and retreated calmly. As he retreated, the rim of the black umbrella covered Jian Lin's head. In an instant, there was no rain, only water dripped down on him along the buckle of the umbrella cloth Already soaked back, shoulders.

Old Xu: "Don't grind, come quickly." Seeing that it was so close, he stretched out his hand to reach it.

Jian Lin was about to back away, but the handle of the umbrella in Fang Luobei's hand blocked Lao Xu's hand, and the whole umbrella tilted backwards, and the umbrella cloth just covered Jian Lin's head and back, blocking all the rainwater.

Jian Lin was taken aback, and raised his eyes subconsciously, but unfortunately his eyelashes were covered with rain, so he couldn't see clearly.

I just felt that I was held in a narrow space by the man in front of me and the umbrella in his hand.

In this space, he can only follow the actions of the person in front of him.

Fang Luobei took half a step back, he followed, Fang Luobei took a step back, he followed.

Old Xu approached in a rambling manner:

"Aren't you going? It's so hard to ask?"

"Come out! Is it useful to hide?"

"Luo Bei, what are you doing? Why are you blocking it?"

"Do you know?"

Fang Luobei: "I didn't block it, I don't know it."

Lao Xu raised the umbrella in his hand, and his eyes fell on the opposite umbrella, with a puzzled expression on his face: "I don't know you, let's go!"

Fang Luobei: "Okay." Turning around while talking.

With this movement, the boy caught between the umbrellas behind him followed him around in place, from facing the alley and unable to walk to turning sideways and no one blocking the way.

Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was intentional, just as he turned around, the umbrella surface was lifted slightly.

Lao Xu watched Jian Lin slip away from under the umbrella, ran to the side of the road, picked up something on the ground, stuffed it into the incubator, stepped on the small electric donkey, and ran away.

Not only Lao Xu, but also the four "pig heads" in the car saw this scene.

They couldn't believe that they were the ones who caused the trouble. In the end, they were the only ones who got into Lao Xu's car, and Jian Lin just slipped away.

Chen Yang lowered the window of the passenger car, and shouted at Lao Xu through the rain curtain: "Run away! He ran away!"

It's no use shouting.

The little e-Donkey carried Jian Lin, but there was no one there.

Lao Xu: "..."

It's still raining.

At the entrance of the alley, Old Xu looked at Fang Luobei speechlessly and inexplicably: "What are you doing?"

Fang Luobei held the umbrella in his hand, pointed his toes towards the entrance of the alley: "Don't do anything."

Old Xu: "?"

Fang Luobei: "Come out to find something to eat."

Old Xu: I believe you?

Jian Lin was in a hurry, and drove to the gate of the villa complex in 2 minutes against the rain.

The uncle in the guard booth saw his bare arms and drenched body, and opened the glass door in surprise: "Where are your clothes? You don't have a raincoat, why don't you wear a coat?"

Jian Lin was going to deliver food, so without saying much, he waved his hand and went in directly.

When I arrived at Building 16, I didn't catch my breath. I took out the delivery bag from the back of the car, walked quickly to the door, and rang the bell.

The gate of the villa is covered with a small awning, the light is soft, and the ground is dry.

The two pots of little fortune trees were not watered by the rain, and they were separated by the door safely and soundly.

A piece of wet water stain spread out where Jian Lin stood, and soon merged with the shadow under his feet.

He held the delivery bag in one hand and held the other hand by the doorbell, waiting.

No one opened the door.

Press again, wait, wait, still no one.

Jian Lin didn't ring the bell again, and waited for a while, put the delivery bag in front of the door, ran back into the rain, took out the phone from the car, and ran back to the door.

He was going to make a phone call to the orderer, and if the boss of Building 16 was away, he would leave the delivery at the door.

But before that, he had to unlock the phone first.

Jian Lin put the phone on the dry ground in front of the door, shaking the water with both hands.Shaking and shaking, a familiar black umbrella appeared in sight on the path in front of Building 16.

Jian Lin paused, looked over, and saw that the black umbrella was moving neither fast nor slow, from far to near, and stopped in front of him after a while.

The edge of the umbrella passed over Jane's head again, and he entered this area that should have had nothing to do with him for the second time.

In front of the gate, under the umbrella, Fang Luobei looked at the drenched food delivery man: "My porridge."

Jian Lin: "..."