Star Chaser [Entertainment]

"When the filming is over, you can follow me, I will support you."

It was another bright afternoon, and Ai Changle was basking in the sun on a garden bench outside the hotel.Mangosteen was playing at his feet, using his upturned Erlang legs as railings, jumping back and forth.Its right front leg was a little lame, probably from a previous injury, but it didn't stop him from playing with Ai Changle.

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

Ai Changle hadn't played in the past two days, and he was supposed to be on the line according to the procedure, but it seemed that something was not going well in the filming, so it was postponed later.So now he is free. Before, he could only see mangosteen once a day, but now he comes twice, half a day each time.

"Is that okay? I'll take you home, okay?"

"Woof!" Mangzhu stopped jumping and yelled at Ai Changle twice.

"Then you promise?"

"Wow!" Mangosteen leaped into his arms, sat on his lap, barked several times.

"Oh, it's not today, you can't go back with me today." Ai Changle saw that he was anxious, and explained:

"My room is an ordinary standard room, and pets are not allowed in. When the filming is over, I will take you back to my house, not here."

"Wang Wang..."

He held the mangosteen under his armpit with both hands, and raised it to the height of his eye level:

"Anyway, no matter how long you wait, your previous irresponsible master won't come back. Follow me. I often eat and broadcast, and I can bring you delicious and spicy food."

"Wow woof! woof!" Mangchu didn't know whether he understood the phrase "Follow me" or the phrase "Food and drink spicy", and he yelled several times happily, apparently agreeing.

As Ai Changle said, Mangzhu was a stray dog ​​before, and before he was a stray, he had an owner who would groom him beautifully every day.In the words of the security guard, other people's dog food is regarded as his eating for several days.

The old owner was a small celebrity, and he didn't say what his name was a security guard. After all, the middle-aged uncle was relatively blind to young celebrities, and he couldn't match a serious name after looking at it for a long time.That day, the little star finished the filming schedule in the film and television city and went back in the company's nanny car.

However, I don't know what happened in the middle, maybe the mangosteen made a mistake, or maybe the little star himself got angry with it when he encountered something that didn't go his way.As soon as the window was opened, it was thrown out from the inside.Afterwards, the car drove away without stopping.

Mangosteen chased after it for a long time, barking while running, trying to turn its owner back.However, the car did not stop until the car disappeared over the suspension bridge in the distance.

When Ai Changle first met mangosteen, the little guy was still very hostile to humans.When he got any closer, even to the concrete platform outside the garden, it barked sharply.

Later, Ai Changle came every day without saying anything, just put a bowl of dog food by the side of the small garden where he lived, and after half a month passed, he gradually dispelled his vigilance.

"Then let's make an agreement. If someone comes to feed you delicious food in the future, you can't rebel. I came first, and I was the first to line up."

"Wang Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

In room 2120 of the host hotel, a man in home clothes was leaning against the south window, looking at the master and servant who were chatting happily on the bench.

It is now three o'clock in the afternoon, a good time for the crew to start work.But Wen Qing, who is the leading actor, was not on the set, but nestled in his room instead.No lights were turned on, no windows were opened, and all the light in the room was due to the one-quarter window that was still hidden by the curtains.

"I didn't like dogs very much before, but I think it's cute to see him like this every day."

His eyes were empty, far less radiant than when he mentioned Ai Changle in the past.

Cheng Jiajun came over with a cup of hot porridge, and jokingly asked, "Brother, aren't you Aiwujiwu?"

Wen Qing's Adam's apple twitched: "Yes."

Every time he saw little Taozi bouncing around, he would think of one thing - would this person be as sweet as Taozi when hugged?

For example now.

It's just that he doesn't seem to have the courage and energy to embrace this sweetness.

Seeing him like this, Cheng Jiajun panicked in his heart: "Let's not worry about black and white, brother, why don't you eat something? It's already three o'clock, and you haven't eaten anything today."

Wen Qing's eyes remained motionless, watching Ai Changle in the distance lift up his legs and let the mangosteen jump over it, as if having fun.

"Leave it alone, I'll eat it later."

"No, 'eat later' means 'don't eat'. Brother, are you in a bad mood again? Don't think so much, really. Yesterday's filming was pretty good, don't push yourself so hard. Don't let this affect your state."

In the past two days, the filming of the crew has not been smooth. In fact, this is very common in the filming process. Sometimes a delicate shot can even take a month.However, no one expected that the source of this unhappiness was Wen Qing.

"Wrong." Wen Qing uttered two words softly, but each word was so heavy.

"It's not because filming has affected my state, it's because my state is not good recently, so it affects filming."

A person who values ​​performance more than life will of course blame himself. He can tolerate NG due to poor lighting effect, can also tolerate NG caused by wrong props, and can even tolerate repeated mistakes by actors acting in opposite roles, but he cannot tolerate it. Make your own mistakes.

Moreover, he still cannot correct this kind of mistake.This is not something that can be sorted out by memorizing lines and designing actions, but that every pore in the body is filled with a huge sense of powerlessness.It was like being locked in a cage, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape.

"Lezi, do you still have peaches?"

When receiving the WeChat message, Ai Changle had just finished taking a shower.Although he sleeps late, most of the time he actually lies on the bed and plays with his mobile phone.He likes to wash up and go to bed early, because brushing his teeth keeps him from eating too much at night.

"Yes, do you want to eat? I'll send it to you."

He hastily wiped his hair twice, and after the water stopped dripping, he took another dry towel and put it around his neck.

"Then please take two, thank you!"

Ai Changle scratched his hair twice, then put a coat on top of his nightgown, and he almost went out.He has a good relationship with Cheng Jiajun, so don't be so particular about it.

On the 21st floor, there are luxurious single rooms with a large layout, as well as ordinary single rooms.Wen Qing and the leading actors are naturally given the best treatment, and assistants like Cheng Jiajun usually have a small room close to their own artists.

"Help me to Brother Qing's room, he's in 2120, you know where he is."

When he was approaching Cheng Jiajun's door, he suddenly received such a message.Ai Changle was startled—he looks like this, with a nightgown and undried straw-like hair, it's too inappropriate for Jianwenqing!

"Brother Jiajun, I'm a bit inconvenient right now, how about I let Brother Fangqing go at the door?"

"I'm buying hot milk for him outside now. You can knock on the door and come in. He's here. My brother hasn't eaten all day. Please help me persuade him."

All day... Ai Changle stared at the font in the green chat box, feeling his heart stabbed.

knock knock.

Ai Changle knocked on the door twice, but there was no response.

Knock, knock, and knock twice.

It seems that it's not that I didn't hear it, but that I didn't want to open it.

"Brother Qing, it's me." He said cautiously.

The author has something to say: open the door, I know you are at home