The king of the wind and the clouds does not see the king

He ran out, and the remaining two sat down across the table. The space was too quiet, and Zhan Luyao had nothing to say: "How does it feel to be an audience for the first time?"

Han Yue didn't speak, so the space returned to silence again.

It wasn't that Han Yue didn't want to answer, but that he didn't know what to say, because he was dragged here by Zhong Kui.

Today, Han Yue went to the company to learn about the terms of the contract for the new drama. After that, he planned to visit the fashion show, but unexpectedly he would meet Zhong Kui.

Zhong Kui is a self-acquaintance. After chatting with him about pet dog coffee and TV series shooting plans, and then talking about entertainment programs, he was also warmly invited to visit the runway. Out of curiosity, he followed.

To be honest, he found the whole show very boring, and the only thing that attracted him was Zhan Luyao.

Zhan Luyao's performance is different from his feeling in the movie, but the same brilliance, some people are born with aura that attracts attention, Zhan Luyao is such a person, so even though he knows he is acting, he still Look very engaged.

There is only one thing he cares about.

"It's not good to do some exaggerated performances for the sake of ratings."

Han Yue didn't point it out, but Zhan Luyao understood, and said seriously: "I'm not acting, what I'm saying is the truth."

"The soup stock is delicious, but it's not like that when Ma makes it."

In other words, if what you said is true, why can't you even remember the soup your mother taught you, and you still need help from an assistant?You have forgotten even the most basic things, so what are you talking about?

Zhan Luyao was at a loss for words, and he finally understood the true meaning of what Han Yue said on stage—his acting was indeed better than cooking.

Indignation welled up in his heart. He did not deny that he had added some embellishments and exaggerations in his narration, but this did not mean that he was acting. Han Yue easily denied his behavior in a contemptuous and indifferent tone, and even said it in public, Fortunately, he thought it was a compliment at the time.

Zhan Luyao stood up and was about to leave. Han Yue didn't believe him, so no matter what he said, Han Yue would think that he was lying. If so, there was no need to communicate.

Han Yue stopped him from behind.

"Do you want to eat the sliced ​​noodles made by Mom?"

"Ok?"

"If you come home for dinner tonight, I can do it."

Unable to grasp Han Yue's thoughts, Zhan Luyao turned his head.

Han Yue's expression remained serious. Since he was a child, this paralyzed expression has never changed. Zhan Luyao wondered why he could have so many rich expressions in the movie, and he became paralyzed when he got off the stage.

He suddenly thought of teasing, deliberately pressed his body on the table, leaned over, and asked with a smile: "I just don't know which one is better, your sliced ​​noodles or your acting skills?"

"I have to communicate with Daosha Nian to find out."

If someone else said that, Zhan Luyao would think he was joking, but Han Yue was definitely serious, imagining him staring at a bowl of noodles in a daze, Zhan Luyao finally couldn't help laughing, and continued to move forward, Ask: "Do you have such a close relationship with your girlfriend?"

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"What about the boyfriend?"

"No."

Zhan Luyao got too close, Han Yue's expression finally cracked, and he stared over unhappily. Zhan Luyao accepted his staring, and continued to say in a frivolous tone: "Proper physical venting is good for health. There are many treasures in the theater, would you like to watch them with me?"

"Not interested in."

"It's strange. Since you were a child, you have always said that you are not interested in ghost movies, and you will accept my invitation to watch them together every time."

"Because without me, you will be afraid."

I enjoy seeing you scared more than being afraid of ghosts.

Zhan Luyao really wanted to say this, but for some reason, after hearing Han Yue's words, his atrium trembled slightly, as if he had been stabbed by something, it hurt a little, but it was also a little sweet, accepting the feeling of being cared, He suddenly liked Han Yue's paralyzed expression.

Han Yue was still staring at him, his eyes were cold and deep, they got closer, just leaned forward a little bit, and they could kiss each other. Zhan Luyao heard the beating sound of his heart, and he didn't know it was his. It was still Han Yue's, or it was just his auditory hallucination.

The heartbeat stimulated the senses to heat up, and his eyes fell on Han Yue's lips, and he had the urge to taste it.

Zhan Luyao didn't implement it, because the door slammed open at the critical moment. Zhong Kui held the coffee cup in both hands, pressed down the door handle with his elbow, and pushed the door open with his body.

"Brother Zhan Yue, I'm back, there are a lot of people in line, are you waiting in a hurry?"

Zhan Luyao picked up a strand of hair that fell on Han Yue's shoulder, retreated without leaving a trace, and said, "Fortunately, I'm discussing the plot of the new drama with Mr. Han."

When the two got so close, Han Yue didn't respond, but blushed by his seemingly inadvertent little action, and subconsciously straightened the scarf with both hands to cover up his embarrassment.

Zhong Kui didn't notice the subtle atmosphere in the room, put the coffee in front of them respectively, and said excitedly: "I took the time to look at your fan page when I was buying coffee, and your new fans are growing so fast, and you have a lot of likes." .”

"It's really gratifying." Zhan Luyao said while sipping his coffee.

"I go first."

Han Yue thanked Zhong Kui, picked up his coffee cup and left, Zhong Kui hurriedly said, "Brother Yue, I'll see you off."

He was the one who drove Han Yue to the runway, so it was reasonable to send Han Yue back. Zhong Kui looked at Zhan Luyao, and Zhan Luyao made an OK gesture and said, "Go see Mr. Han, I hit home."

"Oh, good bye, brother Zhan. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

Zhong Kui ran after Han Yue, Zhan Luyao sat alone in the room drinking coffee, recalling Han Yue's reaction just now, the image of the two of them hugging each other watching ghost movies many years ago came to mind.

Perhaps, co-starring is also a very good choice.

Zhong Kui drove Han Yue away from the runway and asked, "Brother Yue, do you want to go home or go back to the company?"

Han Yue actually just wanted to avoid Zhan Luyao just now, and had no particular desire to go. He was silent for a while, and at the critical moment, Zhong Kui's mind was still full of inspiration, and said, "Brother Yue, take a break first, I'll go for a drive, Just let you relax, you will be nervous when you are on a show for the first time, just get used to it."

"Thank you."

"No, no, I'm your diehard loyalist. No matter what you do, I will support you to the end."

After Zhong Kui finished speaking with great energy, he drove the car and started humming a song again.

Han Yue couldn't help but said: "You are Zhan Luyao's manager, it seems not good to get too close to me."

"La la la, don't worry about brother Zhan, he is very nice, I don't mind, la la la..."

Seeing Zhong Kui humming happily, Han Yue didn't care about it at all, Han Yue didn't know if he didn't understand Zhan Luyao, or Zhong Kui didn't understand him.

"By the way, Brother Yue, the company is doing warm-up activities for the new drama recently. Maybe the main actors in the drama will participate in some entertainment programs. Do you mind participating?"

"I don't mind, but probably no one will invite me."

Han Yue has self-knowledge, his eloquence is not good, and he is not suitable for the cheerful and jumping program atmosphere. His performance on stage just now is a good example.

"No, no, I think an artist attracts the audience. Apart from his performance, his personal style is very important. Brother Yue, your style is a shortcoming... It is also commonly known as falling off the chain... I don't mean you are not good by saying this, As the saying goes, one bird enters the forest and a hundred birds suppress the sound, which can make the iron-mouthed host stunned. You are very good, and the audience's reaction also proves this, so I have confidence in you. If you come to participate in the show, the ratings will be certain It has increased dramatically, even surpassing brother Zhan, after all, there are too many eloquent people like him in this circle, but people like you are simply one in a hundred."

Why did Zhan Luyao keep using this little manager? Han Yue still finds it amazing.

"You don't need to keep belittling yourself as an entertainer if you want me on the show."

"No, I'm telling the truth. Brother Zhan will participate in the filming of a haunted house adventure next week. If you are interested, brother Yue, I can help you get in touch."