Coronation [Entertainment]

on the plane.

Most of the first-class passengers are fast asleep. Some people are still holding pads and sliding them one by one. Some of them have some coffee and stare at their laptops to work overnight. The whole cabin is filled with dim lights. Very quiet.

"Bring me another blanket, please."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The stewardess suppressed her excitement, blushed and walked towards the preparation room, whispering to her colleagues.

"It's Lin Zhen, it shouldn't be wrong."

"Can I have an autograph?"

"It may not be easy now, he doesn't look very good, we'll talk about it later." The stewardess quickly took out a blanket and sent it to Lin Zhen's seat.

"Cover it up a little. If you don't move it for a long time, the blood circulation will be slow." Lin Zhen took the blanket politely and thanked him, and then carefully covered the man's lap next to him, making the stewardess blush and her heart beat. I felt that I was rotten for no reason, who made the man next to Lin Zhen so handsome.

"You seem to be recognized." Xu Xian said with a smile, while moving his body slightly to relax his already stiff lower body.

"It doesn't matter, just sign your name later, just ask me." Lin Zhen has been in the business for more than ten years, and he has long been used to the entertainment on the plane. The average flight attendant will basically not talk too much after getting the autograph. Airline default practice.

"Does it hurt?"

"A little bit." Xu Xian frowned deliberately.

"Then what should I do, you can't use medicines with pungent smells on the plane, or I'll help you to rub the medicine in the bathroom?"

Lin Zhen looked at Xu Xian carefully. He has been with actors for a long time, and his acting skills have improved rapidly recently. Sometimes Lin Zhen, an old driver in the industry, can't tell if he is joking or not.

"Pfft, it's over, it's broken." At the critical moment, Xu Xian laughed.

"Are you playing with me?"

"I'm sorry, my original intention was to trick you into the bathroom and play with you again." Xu Xian knew that Lin Zhen couldn't do anything with him, so he played his yellow accent recklessly.

However, as long as Lin Zhen keeps his face a little bit sullen, Xu Xian will soon be honest. He restrained his energetic eyes just now, and looked at him with his head down from the corner of his eyes. Apart from the difference in appearance, his expression seemed to be open. Hoitz who was swallowed back after the joke.

Lin Zhen shook his head and sighed, and reached out to greet the stewardess.

"Give me two glasses of red wine, please, and throw this away." Lin Zhen skillfully handed a waste paper bag to the girl who came to serve, but it looked very ironed, and it was not used. What else is in it.

"Is this some kind of internal transaction?" After the stewardess left, Xu Xian asked quietly.

"It's like this in the circle. There are tips and signatures in it. The general staff will help protect the artist's privacy after receiving it."

"The water in your circle is very deep, but why are there so many artists who have been exposed?"

"Some don't know the rules, and some do it on purpose." Lin Zhen shook his head, saying that he couldn't tell. He just debuted for a long time and knew more or less the rules, but this didn't mean he was keen on it. As for these small actions, it was only because Wen Ji taught them well, and he didn't pay much attention to other people's bloody storms.

"Drink a little, it will improve blood circulation." Lin Zhen stuffed the red wine glass into Xu Xian's hand, and reached into the blanket on his body.

"Even if you gave a tip and an autograph, we can't be so blatant, right?" Xu Xian's voice was very low, at a decibel that only the two of them could hear clearly.

"You're beautiful." Lin Zhen was unmoved. Obviously, when dealing with a man who tried to tease you, the best philosophy of life is not to support, not oppose, and not to participate. He reached out and pressed Xu Xian's knee. The sharp teeth bared, and he clicked his tongue, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Drink and sleep for a while." Lin Zhen touched Xu Xian's glass with the wine glass in his hand, and both of them drank a little.

Xu Xian doesn't drink often. He tried to drink a little to find inspiration when he first started typing, but soon he found that he was more sensitive to this evil drink. After drinking, he often waited for inspiration before he could get inspiration The god of sleep came, and when he woke up the next morning, not to mention the detailed outline, even the outline that had already been drafted seemed to be erased from the hard drive in his skull by an eraser. Almost no alcoholic beverages.

"Well, I'm really sleepy." Xu Xian squinted his eyes, and tilted his head towards Lin Zhen's seat. The angle was just positioned so that it looked more intimate, but if it was secretly photographed, Yuji wouldn't be able to say anything the extent of coming.

He closed his eyes and squinted, and when he was about to fall asleep, he felt his knees warming up and getting hotter.

"Well, what are you doing?" Xu Xian opened his eyes slightly, and saw a big lump on his knee, and Lin Zhen's hand was reaching into his trouser leg and rubbing it, although he couldn't see what was going on under the blanket. , but Xu Xian could imagine that his knees must have been reddened by him, because he felt very comfortable now, and the bones were warm.

"It's nothing, go back to sleep." Lin Zhen withdrew his hand, which still had some traces of red wine on it. He learned this trick from Doudou. Doudou told him that the safflower oil at home is used You can use a burning knife to try it if you can’t make it up after the end, but the brand of Red Star Erguotou is definitely not available on the plane, so he uses red wine instead.

"Well, I didn't expect the effect of red wine to be so good." Xu Xian was a little drunk, his cheeks were flushed, and he took out a wet towel from the storage bag to help Lin Zhen wipe his hands.

"It doesn't hurt now, does it?"

"Well, the leg doesn't hurt anymore, but there is still some pain in other places, can you rub it?"

"If you don't fall asleep, I'll use this magazine to help you fall asleep." Lin Zhen shook the hardcover novel he just borrowed from the airplane library in his hand angrily. thickness.

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China, xxx National Highway.

"Director Kong, do you really want to go?" Sitting in the passenger seat, Xiao Wu said with a look of urging ducks to the shelves, and the boss looked at Kong Jiawen who was driving and rapping along with the record with a reluctant expression.

"What did you call me?" Kong Jiawen's gentle and handsome face was filled with a murderous smile, like the tranquility before the storm.

"Well, Jiawen." Xiao Wu stretched out his hand and patted his forehead. He has been dating for several months, but he still can't change his address, especially when he has been in the group recently. The two were alone, but subconsciously used their official titles.

"Hey, is there a parking lot on the way from your county to the village?" Kong Jiawen looked down at his phone and asked casually.

"Yes, yes, but didn't you say you wanted to go home with me? There is still a long way to go to the center of my home county." Xiao Wu nodded and provided an affirmative answer, and then asked a little puzzled.

"It's nothing, just ask casually." Kong Jiawen laughed inscrutablely, and then drove.

After driving for about half an hour from the desolate national road to the county seat, they gradually got rid of the sight of the cornfields. There were low houses on both sides of the road. Looking at the quaint style, it was really hard to tell whether it was their own. Building or commercial housing.

"Didn't you say it's coming soon? Why is it so desolate?"

Kong Jiawen touched the surrounding scenery, a little regretting that he didn't stop near the cornfield just now. It really felt good. You must try it on the way back. It can not only enhance the emotional experience between couples, but also improve One's own artistic realm is simply a win-win situation.

"Well, it's about a few minutes away and we should be in the city center." Little Wu looked around. Although he hasn't been home for a while, he still recognizes the general landmarks.

"What? No way. This place is similar to the Sixth Ring Road of the Imperial Capital." Kong Jiawen frowned, but before he could set up the flag, he was slapped in the face. Not far ahead, he He even saw the building with the logo of the town government hanging.

"Dare you think that the county above your home is just such a street?" Kong Jiawen, a man in the imperial capital, has opened his eyes today. Although he has been to many desolate places, they are usually outside scenic spots. Baptism, the construction of surrounding supporting facilities will not be too bad.

Unlike Xiaowu’s family, it’s truly generous and desolate. Located deep in the inland land, there are no excellent cash crops and human resources. Those who can walk have gone out to work, and those with bright minds have been admitted to other places. People under the background rarely see the outside world, and they don’t know or care what people from other cultural backgrounds think. The values ​​of the town cannot allow others to say a word, this town is like a girl with a hollow heart and an ordinary appearance, who has never really experienced her adolescence, and has withered.

Xiao Wu nodded a little at a loss. He has been studying and earning a living in the city for many years, but he still can't learn the innate self-confidence of the children in the city. Such a person never speaks deeply, so it is almost invisible, but when facing Kong Jiawen, he will still show his innate lack of self-confidence more or less.

He knew very well in his heart that his hometown was desolate and desolate, and the county above it was not much better, a city with only two main roads criss-crossing each other, one traffic light, two buses, no matter where you get on or off Che, you may run into one of your relatives or friends almost every time, so he has developed the habit of never talking about people behind his back, not because of his noble personal cultivation, but just because he complained about too much homework left by the class teacher when he was young , and turned around in the front row was Schrödinger, the child abuser he was talking about.