Actor, is it a joke?

A good night's sleep.

Bai Ge opened his wet eyes in the bright and dazzling noon light, staring at the ceiling and turning his eyeballs, warm liquid soaked into the snow-white pillow core.He speculated that he should have just woken up from a heart-touching dream, because the heart was still swollen, filled with a lot of emotions that had no time to digest and process.

After a while, he lifted the quilt, moved his two long legs, and gently placed his bare feet on the white fluffy carpet around the bed, and rubbed them gently, the itching immediately followed the sensitive skin. The soles of the feet climb up the spine, which is obvious and real.He stood up, naked, and bent down to pick up the Mickey Mouse pajamas three steps away from the bed. The pajamas were soaked and dragged long water stains on the ground, extending all the way to the bathroom door.

With the mentality of repeated chewing and careful review, Baige raised his eyebrows, and picked up along the messy water marks, until he fished out the dark blue silk nightgown and a pair of white boxer briefs that did not belong to him in the bathtub .The fishy smell still lingers in the cool water, stimulating the cerebral cortex to recall someone's enthusiastic and hot response last night frame by frame.

A smile slowly spread from the corner of his mouth. Baige bent his elbows, propped his chin, and slowly circled around the bathtub. Finally, he reluctantly pulled out the piston and stared at the swirling water flowing down for a moment.

After letting go for a while, he suddenly remembered something, he nervously threw down the bundled clothes in his arms, randomly pulled a bath towel to wrap it around, and ran out of the bathroom with his long legs and rushed into the living room.

The living room was empty, and he rushed into the kitchen, study, and fitness equipment room like a fly without a head. The whole apartment reverberated with the sound of rushing doors and slamming doors. After searching under the bed in the closet in a daze, he finally remembered that he had a mobile phone as a communication tool.

The bell rang for a long time, but it didn't work, and the good mood suddenly came to a sudden stop in the air, and fell straight down.

He stood with the mobile phone in his hand, and slowly closed his fingers, considering whether he should slam the mobile phone to the ground or not.

Of course the answer is no, because two seconds later, he received a call back.

"I have something to do outside." Xu Chengdu's voice sounded a little awkward and blunt, but soon he seemed to realize that this was not good, so he quickly corrected it and tried to soften it, "You stay at home and try not to go out. ...I'll go back as soon as possible."

Baige opened his mouth, and before he could make a sound, there was a busy tone, but this did not affect his silent and childish comparison with the blacked-out mobile phone.

Xiao Tu was in a meeting at the company, and Baige's stress-induced mental disorder exposed at the charity party could only be called a topical hot search, not to mention any negative impact on the parties involved.To put it bluntly, in this era of mental overload, who doesn't have a little mental illness or disaster?Depression is exposed today, and claustrophobia will come again tomorrow. If you just browse Weibo, you will find dense phobias everywhere. Yes, don't take it seriously.

The same goes for Xiao Tu, if he didn't see Baige's pale appearance lying on the bed, he was probably one of the ignorant people, and when it fell on him, he always felt that this was an entertainer who was idle and hypocritical.

The public relations procedure was proceeding step by step, but it was another matter that gave Xiao Tu a headache.

Anything else is easy to say, but being gay is a bit of a killer.

It may be that the group of entertainers is a bit special, or it may be that the gay circle and the entertainment circle overlap, so Xiao Tu is no stranger to this group. No matter how close the relationship is, he has brought such a bad luck before. artist.Originally, the acting career was booming, and the situation was very good, but a kissing photo of two people leaked from Weibo, which claimed to be a male friend. Working hard on public relations and explaining for nothing, it still came to a dismal end.

This incident has left a strong psychological shadow on Xiao Tu, so that in the future, when bringing artists, he must keep 1 minds, and make sure to inquire about everything in advance, and never bring out a second gay guy.

But if you give him 1 more minds, he won't be able to see that Baige also...

Thinking of this trouble made his heart ache, Xiao Tu frowned and swallowed, his phone vibrated, he made a silent gesture, and picked up the phone: "Ge Zi? Wake up? Are you okay? Is there anything wrong?" Let Xia Guo deliver what I want to eat?"

The voice on the other side was like a spring breeze, but the words that went straight to the point made people fall into an ice cave: "I can't go out for the time being, when you come, bring me a box..."

The cigarette butt in Xiao Tu's hand fell to the ground with a thud, he looked around furtively, cleared his throat, "Well, okay, alas, you are still worried about this, as a manager, I strongly I ask you to take a good rest, nourishment, health, and rest!"

"Announcement?" Baige glanced at his almost blank itinerary, wondering what kind of madness his manager was going through, "Well, I will take a good rest, remember to buy things."

Xiao Tu: "..."

After hanging up the phone, he slumped into a chair, covered his face with his hands, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking that the company's top manager was worrying about the artist's physical condition, and silently listed him as a role model in his heart.

After a while, the meeting was over, Xiao Tu cheered up, smiled wryly, turned on the screen of the phone again, opened Du Niang, and typed: condom brands suitable for men and women...

"Brother Xu, your complexion is not very good." In Xu Chengdu's apartment, Su Kunwu pasted shredded paper on the white paper covered with glue, took a moment to glance at Xu Chengdu who was about to fill the ashtray, and expressed his worries , "The face is pale, could it be that you got sick in the lake?"

With a light flick of Xu Chengdu's slender fingers, another bare cigarette butt fell into the glass ashtray accurately within reach. He took another cigarette out of the cigarette case, lit it, and looked at the cigarette butt hovering on the ceiling. "Well, it's not that I'm sick, it's that my brain is flooded. The water in Yinxing Lake probably has a relatively strong penetrating power."

Su Kunwu was in the cloud at this time, feeling as if his heart was also in the cloud. He couldn't understand what his brother Xu was saying, so he laughed dryly and waved his hand under his nose, "Didn't you say quit smoking a while ago? Why did you start smoking again?" Is it? I see that your addiction to smoking has not only not been relieved, but has intensified."

Xu Chengdu glanced at him quietly, "Nicotine helps me think. I need to think now. Do you understand thinking? I think my loss of control is caused by the stupid behavior of quitting smoking."

Su Kunwu: "..."

The two remained in the same posture for a quarter of an hour.

"Then what did you come up with?" Su Kunwu slammed his forehead on the coffee table with a bang, and screamed at the pile of fluffy shredded paper that shook three times, "Ah, ah, I am a high-tech Why do technicians do such untechnical things here!"

"Thinking doesn't necessarily lead to results every time." Xu Chengdu was smoking a cigarette, and seeing him a little pitiful, he reached out and picked up half of the shredded paper, squinting his eyes to help identify and paste it, "How is the monitoring going?"

"Nothing happened," Su Kunwu pointed to the equipment on the bed, "This thing rang for a while in the morning, and it was caused by the cleaning lady who went into the study to clean it."

As expected, Xu Chengdu's expression didn't fluctuate at all, "How about the kid we temporarily pulled as a scapegoat?"

"In the police station, he was knocked unconscious at the time. During the interrogation, what else could he say other than not knowing? Oh, he was wronged and someone attacked him. But no one believed it." Su Kunwu looked radiant. A little proud, "Why don't I worship Brother Xu as an idol? This ability to perform on the spot is also amazing!"

"It's just a coincidence." Xu Chengdu picked up a long strip of golden hard shredded paper, trying to get a glimpse of the leopard's brain to make up the whole picture, but found that it was really whimsical. A black Santana with a window that couldn’t close, so I just pried a few sapphires and threw them in.”

"How many sapphires did you take?" Su Kunwu laughed.

"Of course it's impossible. In order to create an image of thieves patronizing, I shunned a lot of things, and basically took everything that looked valuable."

Su Kunwu's eyes lit up instantly, "Where's that thing?"

Xu Chengdu looked like he knew what he was asking, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Huli."

"You just gave Shenhu so many valuable things like this??!" Su Kunwu stared at the money fan angrily, heartbroken.

"Otherwise, I'm a bodyguard who jumped into the lake to save people. After I rescued people, I started to jingle and clang and started dropping treasures? What's the matter? Could it be possible to save someone and meet the river god grandpa with the golden ax and silver axe?" ?” As a veteran in the field of ridicule, Xu Chengdu can always explain a matter with a very graphic sense and implied irony.

Su Kunwu thought about the scene, and laughed, "That's true. The most important thing is to save your life. Money is something outside of your body. If you have money but don't spend your life, it's the worst in the world."

"But it really hurts, it's a pen holder made of pure gold..." Xu Chengdu wept, his eyes were bleeding, "It can be sold for a lot of money."

Su Kunwu: "..." Shouldn't idols treat money like dirt?Why is his idol so grounded?

After taking two more glances at Xu Chengdu, Su Kunwu finally couldn't help it, "Brother Xu."

"Well, let the fart go."

"Brother Xu, did you get that wound on your neck from being pinched against a big man yesterday?" Su Kun hesitated and took out a bottle of safflower oil from his frighteningly large backpack, and said courteously, "Then what?" , doesn’t it hurt? It’s all red and purple, all around, why don’t you apply oil? Hehe, actually I don’t know if it will work or not, but I always keep it on hand anyway, and it’s a good emergency for a bruise..."

There seemed to be blue veins popping out of Xu Chengdu's forehead, the smoke in his mouth trembled, he calmly freed his hand, and turned up the collar of his old shirt, without saying a word.

Su Kunwu was anxious, and rushed forward, "It's useless to cover up, you have to dissolve the blood to get better, come on, come on, no matter how powerful a warrior is, he will bleed and get hurt, don't be shy, I will help you rub."

Xu Chengdu kicked up, "Get out, you little brat is playing in the mud."

Su Kunwu, who was kind enough to donate medicine but was kicked for no reason, sat on the ground and was stunned for a long while, then moved back to the original place in aggrieved manner, put his legs together, lowered his head and fiddled with the note in tears, and muttered: "There is no mud, and the children in the city never Playing with mud."

"Then what are you playing?"

"Clay sculpture, the handmade one. It can also be painted, and cultivate artistic cells since childhood."

"Return art..." Xu Chengdu pulled out another piece of golden torn paper, and a rectangular thing similar to a ticket has been spelled out in half, and some words on it can already be vaguely recognized, "Dawn - Contemporary Sculpture Tour Art fair?"

"Su Kunwu." Xu Chengdu suddenly called.

"Huh?" Su Kunwu blinked his sour eyes, and raised his forehead that was almost stuck on the paper.

"Are the clay sculptures you played with when you were young, hollow inside?"

The author has something to say: Su Kunwu: The idol can’t get out of the line of fire with minor injuries, and the tough guy refuses to take medicine to the end. The tears of distress flow /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Xiao Tu: I am an ace agent, and now I am reduced to a runner who buys high-quality condoms. I really want to burn this pair of gays to death/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~