Coronation [Entertainment]

Jiji.

Lin Zhen slept peacefully, as if he had returned to his childhood, and heard the crowing of a few little chickens raised by his mother in the courtyard. They were his close childhood playmates and spent a happy childhood with him. Until one day he came back from school and never saw them again.

"Ah!"

His nerves suddenly became tense, and he sat up from the bed all at once.

This was a strange room, and through the small window near the bed, he really saw a few chickens running in the yard, and a boy of twelve or thirteen was chasing after them, just like himself. It was exactly the same when I was a child.

"are you awake?"

"...!"

A man's voice came from the opposite side of the kang table, it was deep and honest, and Lin Zhen's first reaction was to cover his neckline tightly.

Xu Xian looked at him with some playfulness. This reaction may be due to his arrogance for his outstanding appearance, or he does not believe in his character. There's nothing surprising about being interested.

"I..." Lin Zhen was completely awake, and after seeing Xu Xian's face clearly, he relaxed his guard posture a little embarrassedly.

"Did you sleep through last night?" Some asked knowingly, to cover up their embarrassing emotions. The kang in Xu Xian's house is really magical. The joint pain and physical and mental exhaustion caused by the continuous shooting of commercials for the past few days actually got better after a good night's sleep. Complete relaxation.

"Seeing that you slept so soundly, I didn't wake you up, and it snowed all night yesterday, look." Xu Xian stretched out his finger and pointed out the window, Doudou had already driven the little chicken back In the chicken coop, I was building a snowman with a few friends. There has been no snow that can stand in the capital for many years, and the children are very happy to play now.

"It's snowed so much?" Lin Zhen looked out of the window with a look of surprise on his face, which made Xu Xian's eyes shine. His expression is also very beautiful, although the deserted feeling is also very handsome, he But I prefer this lively and lively look.

However, Lin Zhen's smile quickly subsided, and he looked around subconsciously.

"I've put all your belongings on the desk for you." Xu Xian said in a timely manner.

"Thank you, then I'll go back first." Lin Zhen put on a slightly alienated look on his face, got out of bed and started to organize his own housework.

"Don't worry. Your assistant called just now. I made an appointment with him to pick you up at 9 o'clock. I still have time. I've already warmed up yesterday's soup. If you don't mind, have a bowl of mung bean lo mein."

"Huh? You know how to cook..." Perhaps feeling a little excited in his tone, Lin Zhen quickly lowered his voice again. Mung bean noodles are a home-cooked dish that her mother used to cook. It’s a pity that the mutton soup base was poured out. The next morning, I will fan the pot again and use the original soup to cook a bowl of mung bean lo mein that I rolled by hand for him to eat.

"It's ready, and I'm going to cook the pot when you wake up." Xu Xian pointed to the table, and Lin Zhen realized that the copper pot that had been taken out yesterday was put on the table again at some point, and it had been added. Full of charcoal.

Xu Xian unscrewed the ladybug iron cover on it, and after a while, the mutton soup boiled, and the room was filled with a rich aroma. He skillfully rocked the wheelchair, went to the window, and knocked through the glass. Doudou quickly ran over and handed in the mung bean lo mein that was hanging out.

"Brother Lin, good morning, I wanted to call you yesterday, but...wow." Before Doudou finished speaking, Xu Xian grabbed a handful of snow from the window lattice and threw it over, almost pouring it into his chest. in the neck.

"Master has a guilty conscience." Doudou made a grimace and ran away.

"what did he say?"

"It's okay." Xu Xian looked sloppy, picked up the noodles with clean chopsticks, and boiled them into the soup pot one by one.

……

"Alright, thank you." Wen Chu poked his head out of the car window, greeted Xu Xian through the courtyard door, and stepped on the accelerator.

"Boss, you are really good. After so many years of debut, is it the first time that you live out for a disability?"

"Don't be kidding." Although Lin Zhen's voice was serious, he was still in a happy mood. He hadn't experienced the morning of waking up in a warm place and being served a rich breakfast for more than ten years.

"Hey, boss, you've finally figured it out." Wen Chu said with a smile as he drove the car leisurely on the weekday morning after the snow fell.

"Huh? What did you figure out?" Lin Zhen sat in the back seat, opened the storage compartment, took out a wet towel to slightly dab his cheeks and eyes, took out a disposable mouthwash set, and briefly tidied up his housework. When I got back to the apartment, I didn’t know if anyone would follow me. I always had to prepare a little bit. It would be troublesome if someone found out that I was sleeping out.

"Hey, don't pretend to be cold, brother Lin, to be honest, if you can figure it out, I'm happy for you."

"...?"

Lin Zhen frowned and looked at Wen Chu in the rearview mirror, wondering what kind of medicine this brat bought in his gourd.

Seeing the confusion on his face, Wen Chu smiled and said, "Why, don't you remember the Weibo you posted? I was woken up by the continuous sound of replies in the middle of the night last night. I thought you were hacked again. Only after you clicked on it did you realize that you posted it yourself.”

Wen Chu is Lin Zhen's assistant, so of course he also has his username and password, so he can log in anytime, anywhere. His main job is to block those trolls and forward some chicken soup.

"What Weibo?" Lin Zhen's heart skipped a beat. He fell asleep while reading the script yesterday, and never touched his phone at all.

Since the last public relations crisis, Lin Zhen has a little mobile phone phobia, but now he can't control it so much, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on Weibo directly.

Except for a few non-salty and non-salty chicken soups that Wen Chu helped to post, Lin Zhen hadn’t used his Weibo for several months. , the one that was lifted up high immediately attracted his attention.

"A new beginning." The four words are simple and clear, and the picture below shows Lin Zhen taking a nap with his arms on his pillow. There is a book under his arms, and the writing on it can be vaguely seen - "Seize the Inheritance".

The comments below seem to have exploded, but they are basically Lin Zhen's own fans.

——Young Master Lin, come on!I finally waited for you, but fortunately I didn't give up.

——New script?If you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster!

——What you get after a long period of silence is not a slump, but the return of the king in glory!

Of course, there were also some discordant voices under these popular comments that were artificially liked by fans.

--No way?Didn't it mean that stained artists cannot be enabled?

——If I had gone back to my hometown to go on a blind date, get married and have a baby, the pharmacy Bilian would not pay it back.

I don’t know if it’s due to the superiority of the moral high ground, or the navy hired by people with ulterior motives. Although the following comments are not many, they are endless. Every time it is refreshed, two or three will pop up, but his fans also follow him. The other side made a heated argument.

——Which eye of yours sees our little blemish?Poor thing, how could you be blind at such a young age?

——Is there anything else on your mind when you give birth to a baby?reproductive cancer.

Lin Zhen's chest was heaving violently. He had finally faded out of the public's sight and returned to a peaceful life in the past six months. Why now... He took a deep breath, calmed down, and locked his phone.

"What's the matter, boss? Your face." Wen Chu sensed something was wrong from just now. While driving slowly, he looked at Lin Zhen in the rearview mirror with concern, and found that his face was pale, and his thin lips were pursed. Together, the last trace of blood was lost.

"I didn't post this Weibo." Lin Zhen was silent for a while, as if talking to himself.

"Ah? I thought it was a posing for a photo." Wen Chu was a little bit numb at the moment. Although he supported Lin Zhen to cheer up and fight in the entertainment circle again, if someone hacked his account and released false news, it would be a big deal. It's not that simple, it is likely that their enemies are taking the opportunity to throw dirty water.

Lin Zhen turned on his phone again and looked at it. The release time turned out to be early in the morning, when he was sleeping at Xu Xian's house.

It's him?

"Wouldn't it be the screenwriter who posted it?" Wen Chu muttered in a low voice, expressing Lin Zhen's doubts.

If it was one or two years ago, even though Xu Xian was considered a second-tier screenwriter, he might not be able to rank up with an artist like Lin Zhen even if he hugged his thigh. Although he has been impacted now, it does not mean that he has completely lost his public influence. Li, what does Xu Xian want to do?

"Does he want to use our Weibo to promote his book? Even if you refuse, Brother Lin, his book has already become famous, and no one will buy it."

"..."

Lin Zhen was silent all the way, no matter what Wen Chu said, he didn't respond.

Why is it like this? I finally trusted someone, but...

Just when Wen Chu had already driven to the door of Lin Zhen's apartment, he finally spoke: "Wen Chu, you will work hard again later, and help me send this script back. You don't need to say anything."

Lin Zhen reached out and picked up the script of "Seizing the Inheritance" on the back seat, and casually threw it on the passenger seat next to Wen Chu. He completely lost the attitude of cherishing and cherishing last night. Wipe your hands with wet wipes and throw them in the trash can.

"Hey, Boss, Boss..." Wen Chu called him twice, seeing that Lin Zhen left without looking back, he had to call his sister Wen Ji first to ask what to do, and ended up calling several times. I couldn't get through the phone either. I didn't know until I called the company that Wen Ji led another newcomer out to record a program in the suburbs. Maybe there was no signal.

"Oh, forget it, send the book back first, if you don't die, you won't die." Wen Chu turned his head and drove back in the direction of the troupe's dormitory. At the intersection, he braked sharply, and "Seizing the Wife" suddenly jumped from his seat. Wen Chu snorted and didn't bother to pick it up.