Coronation [Entertainment]

The golden wind brings coolness, autumn in the old capital.

"Autumn, no matter where it is, is always good; but ah, autumn in the northern country is particularly clear, quiet, and sad. I am not far away. I want to catch up with Qingdao from Hangzhou, and I have to go from Hangzhou to Qingdao. The reason why Qingdao caught up with Peiping was to have a taste of this 'autumn', the autumn flavor of this old capital~"

"What are you howling in the early morning?"

Lin Zhen was in a drowsy sleep, when he suddenly heard someone sour outside the window, the tone sounded a bit like that of the intellectuals in the Republic of China era, but the voice was deep and honest, which was very nice .He got up from the heated kang, pushed open the window lattice and saw that it was indeed Xu Xian fuming in the courtyard.

"Male god, are you awake?" Xu Xian turned around, still holding a cabbage in his arms as a microphone. Seeing him, he had an expression that it would be better to sleep with you, and he threw the cabbage on the pile of autumn vegetables.

Yesterday they were stuck on the road until after ten o'clock in the evening. They were afraid that the number would be restricted again after midnight, so they had to go back to Xu Xian's rented troupe dormitory to make do for the night. But for Lin Zhen, it was a blessing in disguise, and the autumn was deserted. The air is paired with a kang that burns warm and not sticky, not to mention how useful it is, and I sleep until the sun is high.

"Why are you reciting books early in the morning? What if you disturb Doudou and the others?" Lin Zhen walked out wearing Xu Xian's old clothes. The yard was empty, as if there were not many living things.

"They work hard at the third and fifth shifts. How can they sleep like you? They have already gone to the practice room. There is no one in the yard, just the two of us."

Xu Xian wanted to stretch out his hand, but when he stretched halfway, he found that his hand had rubbed a little dust on the Chinese cabbage, and shrank back embarrassingly.

"Is it cold?" Lin Zhen took the initiative to hold his hand, it was indeed a little cold in the early autumn morning air.

"Oh, it's dirty." Xu Xian tentatively shrank back, but failed.

"Then wash it again, anyway, I have to wash it later." Lin Zhen found that Xu Xian had cured him of many mental illnesses, and his cleanliness addiction was the most important one.

"Then wash it now, don't you still have to go out?"

"Ah, by the way, I forgot." Lin Zhen quickly let go of him, and rushed towards the public water room familiarly.

"Bring me your toiletries." A few seconds later, Lin Zhen's anxious voice came from the water room.

Xu Xian really wanted to go back to the year when he just broke his leg, and tell himself that everything will be fine, that when you grow up, you will be a man who can sleep with a male god.

……

"What's wrong?" In the nanny's car, Lin Zhen noticed that Wen Chu had been looking at the rearview mirror, looking a little out of his mind.

"I drove the nanny's car out today, and it seems that I was followed by someone again." Wen Chu said with a frown. There was a black car behind that was sticky, and I wondered if it was paparazzi.

"Don't pay attention to him, just go according to the original plan." Xu Xian thought for a while and said.

"But..." Lin Zhen glanced back.

"I think it's okay, let's go." Xu Xian said firmly.

Rehabilitation Center.

Lin Zhen sat among a group of children, just like them, reading a fairy tale calmly. After a few minutes, a child finally walked towards this handsome big brother driven by curiosity.

"What are you looking at?"

"Glass shoes." Lin Zhen said lightly, and another half a minute passed.

"Want to watch it together?"

"……,Um!"

Outside the glass window.

"Lin Zhen has a way of coaxing children." Xu Xian nodded, and said convincingly that he himself usually adopts a corporal punishment attitude towards bear children, but it is not illegal, because the training of martial arts students is like this. Only the sense of pain can train the force point like the human body's conditioned reflex, and even the Peking Opera Theater teaches in this way.

"The fact that the boss can bring you here means that he regards you as one of his own." Wen Chu dragged his cheeks and looked at Xu Xian. This man is really capable. For so many years, Lin Zhen has never volunteered in the Autistic Children's Rehabilitation Center. No outsiders have told it, only he, Wenji, and a few acquaintances in the circle know about it.

"Did the boss tell you?"

"Well, it happened when I was a child." Xu Xian heard from Lin Zhen that both Wen Ji and Wen Chu knew about him, so he didn't need to hide it.

"The boss is very good at helping the children here because he has had this disease himself, but he has kept it secret from the public. Parents don't know that there is a volunteer teacher who is a big star."

"This secret may not be able to be kept." Xu Xian said in a low voice.

"Ah? You mean, the one who followed us just now is really a paparazzi? What should we do then? Well, it's all my fault. Today, the number of cars is limited, so I was lazy and drove the nanny's car. If I had known earlier, I would have borrowed one from my sister." Wen Chu scratched his hair anxiously. If Wen Ji found out, he might be scolded by her again. Oh, I'm blind from crying.

"It's okay, if others want to trouble Lin Zhen, there will always be a way."

Sure enough, in the evening, rumors began to circulate on Weibo that Lin Zhen's nanny car was photographed visiting the autism rehabilitation center. It was suspected that Lin Zhen had been under too much psychological pressure recently, and he needed to see a psychiatrist, urgent medical treatment, etc. gossip.

"It was still photographed."

Lin Zhen shook his head. He didn't really care about being splashed with dirty water, but he was afraid of affecting the children who were being treated in the hospital. However, the security work in the rehabilitation center was very good, and the parents of the children were well-known in society. The general paparazzi will definitely not be able to get in. At most, they just take pictures of their car license plates on the outside.

"It's impossible to guard against, so it's better to take this opportunity to slap in the face." Xu Xian looked at the topic and kept refreshing the reposts and comments.

"Do you know who did it?"

"It can't be your... family, after all, he certainly won't let the outside world know about your illness." Xu Xian said tentatively with a very soft attitude.

"Why are you so cautious? I'm not a porcelain doll. Believe it or not, I'll hack you to death. It's not illegal to kill people with snake spirit disease." Lin Zhen recently successfully acquired Xu Xian's self-deprecating skills, and occasionally he was able to complete a little bit from male to male. The transformation from god to male neuropathy.

"Hahaha... yes!" Xu Xian laughed halfway, then suddenly restrained his smile, and looked at a forwarded comment of a big V that was pushed up by someone in the comments.

——Being an actor is not an easy job, Brother Lin, don’t cry, Brother Lin, come on~

It is also matched with a complete alien-like internet celebrity face, Feng Ying.

A lot of Lin Zhen's die-hard fans came over to choke with him.

——He hasn't come out to clarify, why are you jumping out to gloat?

——Then do you care about me seeing a doctor?Let’s cure your internet celebrity face first, ouch, it’s time for a hyaluronic acid injection, my chin is almost like a butt.

——Red mouth and white teeth curse people who are sick and die!

"Oh, you hardcore fans are really strong in combat, Feng Ying isn't crying, is she?"

"Could it be him? The person who broke the news, or just made trouble." A player of Lin Zhen Feng Ying's level doesn't want to take it seriously. At least the one who can fight a lion must be a Tibetan mastiff. Feng Ying's strength is basically in the A string of Shih Tzu and Pomeranian.

"He doesn't have that great ability." Xu Xian narrowed his eyes, feeling a little inappropriate.

"What's wrong? The phone..."

Seeing that Xu Xian's face was a little heavy, Lin Zhen was about to ask, when suddenly Xu Xian's cell phone rang angrily.

"Sister Wen, what's the matter?... Oh, I know, don't worry, I've arranged everything... Heh, this is your praise, come on, another day."

Xu Xian chatted for a few words before hanging up the phone.

"what's up?"

"Sister Wen asked if she should come forward, and if I need a navy army." Xu Xian said while typing quickly on the phone.

"Since the company signed you, I have basically bid farewell to the commercial trolls." Xu Xian has countless otaku fans, and Lin Zhen only knew after getting to know him. It turns out that men's war of words is not inferior to women's at all, and sometimes even It's even more exciting.

Xu Xian nodded, still kept typing, finally let out a long sigh of relief, and sent it directly.

"What were you writing just now?"

"Help the dean write a copy. If the other party requests it, we will hear about it in a while."

Lin Zhen didn't like the feeling of being kept in the dark, so he lowered his head and checked Weibo. Sure enough, within a minute, the rehabilitation center he followed issued a statement.

The general idea is to thank the community for their attention. The hospital is mainly a rehabilitation center for children with autism. At present, there are no programs for adults to choose from. Lin Zhen has been the main sponsor and volunteer teacher of the hospital for many years. They will take time to accompany the children, and have received professional psychological counseling training. I hope that all walks of life in the society will stop making bad guesses about Lin Zhen. Everyone is welcome to come to become volunteers after receiving training. The hospital expresses its welcome and thanks.

Moreover, this microblog was posted by the official microblog of the rehabilitation center after reposting Feng Ying's microblog that seemed to be gloating. For a while, Feng Xiaosheng's microblog became the target of public criticism. Qian Zhainan's spittle star crushed Feng Ying's weak protests to nothing, and a few minutes later, that guy took the initiative to delete that Weibo.

However, this is obviously not enough to satisfy everyone's desire to scold him. Many people took the screenshots that had not been deleted just now as picture comments, and posted them under every Weibo that Feng Ying posted recently, even Xue Heng's Weibo. None are spared.

Although Lin Zhen also hated Feng Ying, he felt a little pitiful seeing him being slapped in the face, and the situation was completely one-sided.

It turned out that Xu Xian had been guarding against this move for a long time, and wrote the copy after communicating with the dean. He glanced at the man who was sitting on the sofa and had been reading all kinds of extremely lethal replies to himself, and suddenly felt that he It's really not easy to mess with.

Just when Lin Zhen was thinking wildly, Xu Xian suddenly said, "I've made up my mind."

"Huh? What?" Lin Zhen obviously hadn't recovered yet.

"Next script, what to write."