I, Corgi, Super Fierce [Entertainment]

"Aunt Chen?" He Chen stood up.

The old man immediately had a smile on his face: "I saw you sitting here just now, and I hesitated for a long time before coming to say hello. I was afraid that I might recognize the wrong person, and I was afraid that you would not recognize me at all."

"I know it, I know it all." He Chen seemed very happy.

"I saw you acting in a TV series two years ago! At that time, I tuned the channel and saw it casually, yo! Isn't this our little Hu Wei!" Aunt Chen seemed to have a light in her eyes, "He Chen is... a stage name that was changed later? "

"No," He Chen said, "That's my mother's name."

"Oh, no wonder I said that. Hu Wei's name is very good, it's a pity to change it." Aunt Chen shook her head and looked at him again: "By the way, how are you... Mom? Did you go back to China with you? Are you still here?" foreign?"

"She passed away." He Chen replied without much expression on his face.

"Ah," Aunt Chen called out, "Poor thing, then you are the only one left now..."

"It's okay, it happened six or seven years ago." He Chen waved his hand.

Six or seven years ago, according to Hu Wei's calculations, it was about the time when He Chen started filming.In other words, when He Chen went to visit the grave last month, he should have visited the grave of his deceased mother.

It seems that the "same-sex boyfriend" mentioned in the online public opinion is indeed a nonsense made by black people.Hu Wei didn't know why, but after knowing this, he felt so at ease.

"Oh, but I really didn't expect it." Aunt Chen seemed to be feeling emotional, "Although you were good-looking when you were young, I really didn't expect you to become an actor, and... you are quite popular, after all, you are the leading role! "

"No, I also played a supporting role later." He Chen said modestly.

"The main characters and supporting roles are the same, you are a big star." Aunt Chen smiled and asked again: "Do you want to draw again?"

Hu Wei reflexively thought of the portrait of Hu Wei playing ball that He Chen drew back from his grave visit. When Hu Wei completed Task [-], the system identified painting as He Chen's "unknown hobby". However, since then, Hu Wei I never saw He Chen painting again.

There is no painting-related object in the house, and the portrait seems to have been put away.

"No more paintings." He Chen seemed a little regretful, "I couldn't keep up with work, so I left it without knowing it."

"What a pity. In the past, you refused to sleep at night, scribbled on the wall, and I made you stand at the bottom of the wall, remember?" Aunt Chen looked at him, "You must have forgotten, you were not yet six years old at that time .Then the next day I asked someone to paint the wall, and the dean stopped me, saying that your painting is unique—”

He Chen didn't answer, he seemed to be listening quietly, but also seemed to be remembering whether there was such a thing.

"You little monster, after being praised, you will stick your nose in the face. Within two days, the entire yard wall was contracted to you." Aunt Chen looked a little bright when she mentioned the past, "Oh, it's just strange, your mother is right. The obsession with painting is so deep, you were taken away because of..."

"Where are the paintings?" He Chen interrupted her suddenly, "Are there any paintings on the wall? After returning to China, I went to City G and couldn't find them."

"It was demolished a long time ago. The government is building high-rise buildings for development, and the dean is too old." Aunt Chen sighed, "It seems to be three or four years after you were taken away."

Hu Wei noticed that He Chen seemed to have deliberately changed the topic just now, but it might just be his illusion.

Judging from their conversation, He Chen should have been an orphan before, but later he was probably adopted by his adoptive mother and moved abroad together.It's just that I came back somehow and entered the show business circle.

As for the "Hu Wei" in Aunt Chen's mouth, Zhen Hu Wei thinks that it may be a coincidence, and there must be many people with this name all over the country.

Fortunately, it was changed. Hu Wei raised his neck and glanced at He Chen in disgust. He didn't want to have the same name as someone he knew, even if it was just the pronunciation.

"It's good to see you grow up healthy! Our older generation can't ask for anything..." Aunt Chen stared at him with a smile, "That's right, can you sign me?"

"Huh?" He Chen thought he had heard wrong.

"Sign it!" Aunt Chen said loudly, "I took it back to show off to Sister Li upstairs, oh, she's your fan! I'm 86, and my hands tremble when I see your commercial—"

He Chen: "...What advertisement?"

Aunt Chen: "Ice cream and black tea!"

As a big star who can win over 80-year-old fans, He Chen took Hu Wei back to Qicheng's house by taxi while there were not too many people, and brought steamed buns, steamed buns and soy milk for breakfast for the family of three.

There is another major reason why Qi Cheng's parents don't recognize He Chen, that is, the two of them are just like Qi Cheng, they don't like to pay attention to entertainment news or watch TV, they listen to the radio instead.

In order to be able to broadcast the Spring Festival Gala on the New Year's Eve, Qi Cheng insisted on turning on the dusty old TV at home.

The eldest daughter of the Qi family couldn't come home from working overtime, and the second daughter was still stuck in traffic jams on the highway on the night of New Year's Eve.

"Don't wait for Qi Xin, let's eat first!" Father Qi picked up the chopsticks first.

"Xiao He is from City G, so he should be used to our food." Qi's mother picked up He Chen's white-cut chicken with chopsticks, and turned to call Qi Cheng: "Chengcheng, don't mess with it, the TV is broken. Get a new one next year."

"It's okay, I can fix it—" Qi Cheng slapped the TV on the back twice.

Hu Wei changed to a new kind of dog food for Chinese New Year. The grains are smaller than before, and the smell is even stronger.While eating, he thought about how to complain to He Chen about this dog food.

There was another slap on the other side of Qicheng, and the gray and white rotten TV screen finally had an image.

The brisk background music came from the TV, and Hu Wei wanted to nod the dog's head to follow the rhythm.

Then, he saw the sweeping rose-red waves from the screen. These waves gathered together in a mysterious way, and fell into a hand-held glass with a sound like a flushing toilet.

He Chen's expression was not quite right, but Qi's mother looked at the TV curiously: "Yo, it's still working!"

The camera on the TV screen turned and moved to the person holding the red liquid glass.

He Chen shivered subconsciously, and Hu Wei looked suspiciously at He Chen's handsome face on the TV... and his hair, which was dyed red tea.

"Luoshen black tea, drink it..."

"Sir, and your ice cream—" a voice interjected, and a large piece of ice cream was viciously added to the cup of black tea in He Chen's hand.

"Luoshen ice cream black tea, it tastes trendy." He Chen said solemnly, holding up his cup.

Qi Cheng got up from the ground, couldn't hold it back for a while, and laughed with a pop: "What is this I'm going to play!"

Hu Wei almost laughed his own dog food over. He Chen's ad was so embarrassing that it wouldn't feel out of place to sell bruise ointment instead.

"Wow, how much pigment has to be added here, tsk tsk." Qi's mother bit the tip of her chopsticks and glanced at He Chen, "He can be a star just like him, and I think you can be too. You are much more handsome than him. !"

"No," Qi's father was still staring at the screen, "I think he is..."

"Mom and Dad, I'm back—" There was an earth-shattering loud noise from the door of the house, and Qi Xin dragged his luggage and pushed the door in, "Do you know how much I've been carrying! The service station didn't bring paper to the toilet, and my sister squatted like a fart!" Farts are cold—"

Qi Xin turned around and slammed the door, and met He Chen who was sitting at the dining table.

There was silence for three seconds, one, two, three.

Qi Xin: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!""

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I really don't want to be short, it's really too much homework.