red and white roses together

8月19日，帝都晴转多云，23-34°C，东南风3-4级。

The weather forecast said so.

However, weather forecasts are notoriously inaccurate.

Dark clouds piled up all over the sky, and lightning flashed through the stratus clouds.The whole city was dark, and at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, it seemed like the scene before night fell.

Lights were turned on in the high-rise buildings one after another. In contrast, the various residential areas gradually became dark and quiet.

Today is Thursday, a working day.The vast majority of people need to work, rain or shine.

Only a few people can still lie in the bed and the big bed tenderly at this moment.

They're photographers, freelance writers, cartoonists, self-employed businesses, some corporate executives, or—

An actor like Ji Congxiao.

Of course, he's not in bed right now.He was unlucky today, he was woken up by his manager's serial calls three or ten minutes ago.

"I thought you just arrived last night, at least for a night! The result - the new Yinyan actor Ji Congxiao got drunk and made a scene on the street in the middle of the night?! If you didn't make the headlines, I wouldn't know it! Is there an agent for me?!"

"You, Silver Goose Film King, are not rightly named, and you are on the cusp of the storm, don't you know how many pairs of eyes are staring at you?"

"How many times have I told you that you love to play, and I don't care about anything as long as you don't go out of line! The premise is that you have to tell me in advance, so that I can prepare in advance, so that I won't be caught off guard like now! This time..."

Ji Congxiao yawned and sat on the single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, with a pair of thin ankles overlapping up and down on the small wrought iron table beside him.He was listening to his manager Ye Zhuo's furious yells, and he responded with a voice from time to time to show that he was listening.But in fact, most of his mind fell out of the window.

With a height of 22 floors, at a glance, you can have a panoramic view of the bustling city in normal times.However, the torrential rain is on the rise right now, and the water vapor is rising, blocking all the scenery. Wherever the line of sight goes, there is only a vast white mist.

Ji Congxiao looked at the lightning that struck across the sky between the piles of dark clouds in the midair, and his fingertips jumped after chasing the raindrops that fell outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if he wanted to touch the drops of moisture through the thick glass.

"Ji Congxiao! Did you listen to me?!"

The voice on the phone instantly increased by a few decibels to wake people up. Ji Congxiao withdrew his hand, raised his little finger to dig out his ears, and replied casually: "I heard it, I heard it, my ears are going to be deaf."

He squinted his eyes halfway, and spent ten seconds extracting a general idea from Ye Zhuo's chatter just now:

Yesterday at the Silver Goose Awards ceremony, Fan Jingxiao, who was supposed to be the best actor-to-be, was exposed to the scandal of derailment and meddling in other people's marriages before the awards ceremony.The judging panel of the Silver Goose Award always paid attention to the reputation of an actor, so they recognized his qualifications on the spot and sent the Best Actor trophy to Ji Congxiao.And Ji Congxiao is not a person who can bear his temper. After returning to the imperial capital that night, he asked his friend Qiao Yi to go out for a drink, but he didn't expect to be photographed by paparazzi in the middle of the night. big hat.

Ji Congxiao is used to being unscrupulous, and he has a lot of black fans. Right now, he is jumping up and down with Fan Jingxiao's diehard fans, but he is trying his best to criticize acting skills and conspiracy theories, and will do everything possible to pour dirty water on him.However, he was born as a child star, and the mother fans and girlfriend fans he accumulated along the way should not be underestimated.

"It's not a big deal, why are you in such a hurry?" Ji · Since his debut, there have been countless negative|face|new|news. Cong Xiao's face was calm, and he still wanted to comfort Ye Zhuo, "Brother Ye, don't be angry, you can easily grow old when you are angry. It’s always easy to find a wife.”

Ye Zhuo's face darkened: "I haven't finished yet! And your diehard fan posted a long Weibo self-fan registration, take a look and call me back."

He paused, and persuaded softly: "You have a different identity now, you should cherish the feathers, speak up, and say good things, don't let your fans feel bad."

Ji Congxiao shrugged and didn't hang up the phone. Instead, he took out the tablet from the gap in the sofa and opened it.

08:31

It was so early that he yawned again involuntarily.

There are a few unread messages on WeChat, Du Mingjing's, Qiao Yi's, and those of some cronies, all listed in a row.He glanced at it and replied Qiao Yi's message.Click on Weibo again, and find the long Weibo that Ye Zhuo said.

The person who posted the post was a diehard fan of his, the kind that could appear on Ji Congxiao's homepage.

The long Weibo has thousands of words, summarizing every bit of him from his debut to the present, but the whole theme is—following.

"...The first time I saw Chongchong was in the tidbits of "The Prosperity of Ningkang". I was only seventeen or eighteen years old. I just think this child who is NG over and over again but gets better every time is very cute. But I just forgot about it in a blink of an eye. At that time, I did not expect that one day this child would become the object of my eyes that I have been chasing for more than ten years.

He is called the son of the nation, there is nothing wrong with it, I, like many people, regard him as my younger brother (son), watch him grow up, watch him go to school, watch him grow up, watch him gradually change from a child actor To become the current first-line traffic, relying on my own efforts and sweat, there is no exaggeration, firm and down-to-earth.I used to think that I would always watch him succeed. I thought that when the time came, I would tell my child, look, baby, this little brother is someone my mother has always liked, and you have to work hard like him.However, nothing in this world is constant, and neither are people.

The reason why I chose to post it at this time is because I am so disappointed in him.You all said he was drinking and getting drunk, but according to his character, this will only be a celebratory feast.For the glory that is not obtained by strength, you can celebrate it so naturally. I can no longer see in you the figure of the young boy who worked hard back then.

I still remember that Chongchong was just a taciturn and a little shy little boy back then, but I don’t know when he became sunny, and at the same time, he became willful and reckless.Smoking, drinking, racing, playing big names, stealing roles, changing girlfriends frequently... I am very disappointed.The once young boy is no longer innocent.I'm a mother now, but I would never let my kids know him.A good star is one who can lead fans to become better together, instead of setting a completely negative bad example for them!

Although the name "National Son" still exists, as a mother, what I want to say is that if I have such a son, then I will give him a slap and drive him out of the house! ..."

Plain words can sometimes affect people's hearts more than intense emotions. As soon as this long Weibo post was posted, the comments instantly became a towering building.

Ji Congxiao yawned all over the sky, read ten lines at a glance, raised his hand to wipe the physical tears from the corners of his eyes, and replied vaguely to Ye Zhuo——

"I can't take it off if I love it. I don't rely on these fans for a living."

Immediately hung up the phone, trying to stop the manager's irritability.

He nestled himself into the sofa, staring at the pouring rain outside the window, subconsciously put his fingers into the hem of his clothes, and touched the scar on his hipbone—this was a gift from his mother—the chair was smashed, comparable to a slap Much better.

The message reminder on WeChat stopped him from recalling the past in time. Ji Congxiao clicked on the message notification, and it was Du Mingjing.

[Drinking and hangover, do you still want your stomach? 】

Although it is also related to the current hot news, but Du Boss, as the person in charge of the entire Jinghuan Entertainment, naturally ignores such a small disturbance.Right now, this threatening question is just because Du Mingjing is chasing him.

Turning off the tablet and throwing it aside, Ji Congxiao didn't have the slightest desire to reply.Not only did he not reply, but Du Mingjing even thought of an excuse to prevaricate when he asked.

"Brother Ji, breakfast is ready."

As soon as he took off the back cover of the phone, he heard Gu Yangyang calling him.

Gu Yangyang is his female assistant. She doesn't talk much, but she is reliable. She can do decathlon in life, cook, pack, carry bags, drive, even repair electricity and catch thieves.Gu Yangyang picked him up from the bar in the middle of the night last night, it was too late, so Ji Congxiao simply let her stay here temporarily.Right now the girl was putting breakfast on the table.

Shrimp porridge, three fresh buns, golden spring rolls...all of them are delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

Ji Congxiao invited them to sit down together.But Gu Yangyang pushed his glasses, put his breakfast aside, and told him today's schedule solemnly: "Interview with "Hua Shang" magazine at 2 p.m., I have reviewed the script and there is no problem; do it at 4 p.m. In the evening, Mr. Du’s [-]th birthday, Brother Ye asked if you have any presents ready? If you don’t have him, there is a backup.”

Ji Congxiao propped his head up, holding a spoon to stir the fresh shrimp porridge, which was full of color and fragrance, without the slightest appetite.After listening to Gu Yangyang's words, he nodded in boredom.

"The Reuters photos of the airport last night were shown, but..." Gu Yangyang paused for a moment, looked up at Ji Congxiao, passed the page opened on the phone, and lowered his voice, "Brother Ji was drunk The news is down."

Ji Congxiao looked at the photos casually, his fingertips slid down quickly, and soon landed in the comment area.Here is also a bloodbath.

He glanced casually, noncommittal.

Too lazy to look at the words defending him and scolding him, Ji Congxiao simply exited the page, intending to return the phone.However, in the next second, he was attracted by a piece of news squeezed in the corner. He raised his eyebrows and said "Hey", and clicked in without saying a word. However, within a second, he quickly pushed the phone aside with a look of disgust.

"What's wrong with Brother Ji?" Gu Yangyang asked.

"It's okay, I feel that there are a lot of fake news these days." Ji Congxiao shrugged, pushed away the untouched porridge, and took advantage of Gu Yangyang's inattention, grabbed a whole bag of snacks on the coffee table and went back Room.

Gu Yangyang was puzzled, and took a look at the phone.It was still a photo at the airport, but it had nothing to do with Ji Congxiao. The main character of this news was a blurry man behind them.

Gu Yangyang had an impression of this man. When he got off the plane, Ji Congxiao had a severe stomachache and almost fell down, but was helped by this gentleman.However, who is this in the entertainment industry?

She quickly turned to the title——

[I ran into an actor with the surname S at the airport, and the legend is about to return? ! 】

Actor with the surname S...

Song?Sue?Shen?

Gu Yangyang quickly picked out the winners of major domestic awards in recent years in his mind, but he didn't find any actor who started with S, but there was one queen.Then Ji Ge’s fake news just now——

Does it mean that this person's identity is false, or is the return false?