Coronation [Entertainment]

"Huh? You are."

Doudou is sure that he has seen this person somewhere, but if he only looks at his eyes, he really can't remember for a while.

"Mr. Lin, you are here." Xu Xian rocked the wheelchair, still walking slowly from the room through the gently sloping steps to the courtyard.

Doudou turned around and complained: "Master, why are you going down the steps by yourself again? What if you fall down?"

"Lin Zhen, just call me by my name." Lin Zhen looked at Xu Xian, and he was very polite to him. His eyes didn't stay on his face for even a second, so he looked away. The eyelashes trembled a few times because of the flow of eyes, and they were covered with ice beads, which slid down with the trembling.

If it wasn't for Xu Xian's own sentimentality, he seemed to have seen the element of surprise in his eyes, and it seemed that he hadn't spent the whole afternoon in vain.

"Come inside, it's cold outside."

Xu Xian looked at Lin Zhen's eyelashes, continued to look up, and saw the wind and snow on his head.His fingers moved slightly, his waist stretched a bit, thinking that it would be great if he could stand up at any time, and then remembered a very literary sentence he wrote when he was young, "You must be with your loved one on a snowy day. Go out for a walk, walk and walk, and you will come to Baitou."

"Yes, yes, come in, it's snowing again."

Doudou hurried over to push Xu Xian's wheelchair, leading the night visitor into the warm hut.

"The place at home is small, so you can sit wherever you want."

Lin Zhen didn't expect Xu Xian to treat guests at his home, let alone such a small room, he was so big in a wheelchair and could move freely back and forth, and hung up his coat and scarf very skillfully.

"Excuse me, I didn't expect it to be from the family, so I didn't prepare a gift." Lin Zhen sat on the sofa in the outer room a little bit awkwardly, and took a little look at the simple one-bedroom apartment. Although it was a shabby room, it was clean and tidy. The layout is very warm.

"Heh, eating out is always uncomfortable. No matter how high-end restaurants are, you may not be completely free from interruptions. In contrast, you are much more comfortable at home." Xu Xian made an inviting gesture to him, inviting Lin After entering the table, Doudou on the side couldn't wait, and had already served the table carelessly.

The soup base of Baishui only has the aroma of scallion and ginger. Compared with all kinds of hot pots that have been popular in recent years, the imperial capital hot pot has a clean and pure style. During the walk for more than half an hour, the accumulated cold air made me feel warm all over my body.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Seeing that Doudou ate up the large plate of mutton in front of him, he picked up the cabbage and was about to rinse it in, he blurted out a word to stop him, and then stopped the conversation with some embarrassment.

"Huh? What's the matter, Brother Lin?" Doudou called him with some familiarity.

Hearing this address, Lin Zhen, who had lowered his eyes, suddenly seemed to have a little more light in his eyes. He looked up at Doudou, and said very gently: "When you finish cooking the meat and want to cook the vegetables, you should first ask the elders if they have eaten well." Have you got it, do you know?"

Although he is a bit slow, he is very patient with children, which surprised Xu Xian. When they met for the first time, when he was on Baidu, he had seen rumors of Lin Zhen having a child out of wedlock. Considering his age, he is not young. Yes, and this kind of thing is indeed not new in the circle. Didn't there be similar news about a male artist with the surname C a few years ago?

Xu Xian casually picked up the last few slices of mutton from the soup pot in front of him, and put them on the dinner plate in front of Doudou.No, he won't, Xu Xian decided to believe him, he felt that Lin Zhen was an honest man, he was able to come to the appointment on foot in such a harsh climate, and he must not hesitate to give his beloved a name.

"Oh, I see Brother Lin."

Doudou nodded obediently. When he was a few years old, he was transferred to the Imperial Beijing Opera Troupe with his parents. Later, he was admitted to this youth Peking Opera Troupe by himself. He has been living in a dilapidated dormitory, and his roommates are all from From all corners of the country, I don't know much about the traditional eating rules of the imperial capital.

"Master, Brother Lin, can I cook the vegetables?"

"Ah."

The two agreed almost in unison, and they were both a little surprised.

"puff!"

Doudou was impatient, and put half a plate of Chinese cabbage into the pot at once, and said with a smile: "You are like my parents, they always speak in unison when they talk about me, and even hit each other."

The corners of Lin Zhen's lips were slightly raised, and he turned his eyes away from Xu Xian's.

Xu Xian looked at him, through the dense water vapor from the copper pot, when he lowered his eyelids, he realized that his eyelashes were very long and a little curled up, trembling with the small movements of the eyelids, like Girls who have applied mascara should look natural.

He reached out and patted the back of his left hand resting on the table.

As expected, Lin Zhen retracted his wrist reflexively, as if he had been burned.

"This is what Doudou taught me. When two people talk at the same time, whoever hits the other first will steal his blessing."

"Yeah, yes, my parents often joke like this."

The innocent and lovely Doudou didn't think there was anything wrong with this analogy at all. He buried his head in a small bowl, ate cabbage and vermicelli, and muttered.

"But, I'm not a lucky person." Lin Zhen's smile was a little bit bitter, and he looked away after speaking.

"Then it's good to rebound. I will give you half of my share. You can share the blessings and share the difficulties."

"..."

"After all, we are about to enter a group." Xu Xian felt that Lin Zhen was not someone he could get acquainted with, so he shrugged and made up for it.

"Mr. Xu..."

"Xu Xian, we're even."

"Okay, Xu Xian, I haven't considered the script yet."

"Oh, don't worry, have you eaten yet?" Although he had only been in contact with Lin Zhen once or twice, Xu Xian knew that Lin Zhen was a reluctant person, and he was not obsessed with the topic of the script. Seeing Lin Zhen put down the bowls and chopsticks , and Doudou was already stretched out on the chair with her little belly stretched out, so she covered the spout of the pot with a copper piece and put out the fire.

"Eat it, hiccup."

Doudou hiccupped unscrupulously, jumped up and patted his stomach and said, "Master, you sit down, I'll pack it up, and I'll come over and bring you tea later."

"Heh, this little guy just can't sit still, let's sit inside."

Xu Xian turned the direction of the wheelchair very skillfully, and moved it inside. It was a dilapidated desk, squeezed next to the single bed, forming a very shabby workbench.

"Sit anywhere."

"Well."

Lin Zhen didn't really want to sit on the same bed with Xu Xian, but in such a small room less than ten square meters, there really wasn't much room for him to stretch his legs, so he had to be separated from Xu Xian by a small kang table. Sit across from each other.

"...?"

As soon as he sat on the bed, Lin Zhen was enveloped in a sense of happiness. The bed was scalding hot, and the numbness of his legs after walking in the snow for a long time was relieved all of a sudden.

"This is a heated kang, which is rare now. Fortunately, it is kept in the courtyard. My legs are not very good, so I asked the master to fix it. It will be usable, and the winter will be much easier." Xu Xian raised his eyebrows. The side of the bed showed Lin Zhen that it really looked like a single bed, but it turned out to be solid underneath. This kind of heated kang is hard to see even in private houses in the suburbs, let alone the city.

"That's it." Lin Zhen nodded, and looked at the room with some confusion. Except for various books and materials neatly placed around, it can be said to be almost barren.

I heard from Wenji that Xu Xian's books have always sold well, because he is a senior screenwriter and also pays dividends according to the episodes. Although he doesn't know the inside story of their industry, there is always a million or so for a drama. It's not impossible to buy a suite in the fourth and fifth rings of the imperial capital. Why does he bother, or is his money used for other purposes.

"Do you like acting?"

"Huh?" Xu Xian's voice interrupted Lin Zhen's various speculations, making him slightly stunned.

"I like it." Lin Zhen adjusted his state, nodded, and his expression became serious.

"Then what about this story?" Xu Xian shook the script in his hand, watching Lin Zhen's eyes following his movements, his eyes were very agile, he was a man of great aura.

Xu Xian knew that he liked this book, otherwise he would not have taken off his scarf and wrapped his script in it on a snowy night. He would rather have his cheeks flushed red from the cold, and still have a little crimson color until now.

"I like it." Lin Zhen nodded solemnly. For a star, his expression was too honest, so Xu Xian couldn't help but take a second look.

"What's the problem?"

"Filming a TV series has to go through repeated planning and proposals, and it is not determined by my personal ability."

"Oh, let's not talk about this first."

Xu Xian knew he couldn't push too hard now, so he changed the subject: "Have you finished reading the book?"

"Because it's about today, I brought it here first, and had a rough look at it, but if possible, I would like to read it again." Sure enough, when it came to the book, Lin Zhen's interest came. He is a very understanding man, Xu Xian thought to himself.

"No problem, the snow hasn't stopped outside, there must be a lot of traffic jams, otherwise you can read the book here, take a rest and wait for the snow to stop."

Lin Zhen wanted to refuse, but what else could he say about this kind of "residence", and what made him feel even more embarrassed was that the kang in Xu Xian's house was so comfortable that he couldn't think of leaving.

"Okay, then excuse me."

……

Buckle buckle.

Doudou held the teapot and tea bowl, opened the door without a hand, and kicked the door lightly outside, and the door was immediately opened by Xu Xian, who reached out to take the tray and booed Doudou.

"Hey? Asleep? It's so late, do you want to wake up Brother Lin?"

"No, you can go to bed too." Xu Xian casually put the tray on the dining table in the outer room, and was about to close the door.

"Hey? Master, what should Brother Lin do?" Doudou asked as she persevered through the door that was about to close.

"Don't worry about it so much, kid." Xu Xian put his hand on Doudou's forehead, gently pushed him out, and locked the door behind his back.