I heard that I don't sing love songs [Entertainment]

After leaving the H city airport, the car arranged by Qi Gaoyang was waiting outside, and Zong Yuan took a short sleep on the plane, but he hadn't slept well yet, and had to move his buttocks.

The one I will meet later is Director Hou, whose full name is Hou Hongzhi. He has made movies for most of his life. When he was young, he spent huge sums of money to make movies, but they couldn’t broadcast them because of the subject matter, and his savings were wiped out. It can be said that he went bankrupt. Many people thought he would Giving up, who knew that this person would not admit defeat at all, he gritted his teeth and stood up again.

The current Hou Hongzhi's position in the film industry is secure, and in all the films he directed, there are not a few outstanding actors who have been picked up by him.

Zong Yuan came here this time to discuss the ending song. He straightened his clothes, looked at the mirror a few times, and then sat down and waited for the car to arrive at the location.

The film crew is currently shooting outdoors, with sheds set up everywhere. Zong Yuan went to the place and sent a message to Director Hou. Not long after, a staff member came and knocked on the car window.

The staff led him to a simple work shed. Director Hou was sitting in it blowing a fan. Seeing Zong Yuan approaching, Director Hou smiled and handed him a piece of watermelon, "It's so hot, I still have to run. It's too hot. Eat a piece of watermelon."

Zong Yuan bent down to take the watermelon, and put it back on the small table that was propped up calmly. He didn't dislike the rudimentary conditions of the shooting site at all, and simply sat on the small bench next to Director Hou, "Fortunately, I'm not afraid of the heat. "

Director Hou looked at him a few more times, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

Zong Yuan is a well-known original singer in the entertainment industry. Although he is cold-tempered, those who have worked with him have a high opinion of him. , several directors in the same industry recommended Zong Yuan to him.

The two people here are chatting with each other one by one, and there are two men sitting under the big tree behind the bushes not far away.

Wei Cong was still wearing a costume, and sat on the spot with a layer of white paper casually spread out, with his calves exposed, holding the props of the actresses in the crew and fanning them non-stop.

Yi Zhou handed Wei Cong a can of iced carbonated drink that had just been delivered. Wei Cong glanced at it but didn't take it, and said angrily, "Why are you so indebted? You know I can't drink and you still use this thing to tempt me."

The corners of Yi Zhou's lips curled up, and he opened a can and took a few sips with his head up. He coolly passed down his throat to relieve the heat, and laughed at him in a hooligan tone, "You are a big actor with such a high salary. Sacrifice!"

It's good that Wei Cong didn't listen to this, but when he heard it, he was even more angry, "Did you earn less?"

Yizhou's income among singers can be said to be well-known on the list. Krypton gold fans grabbed a lot of money, and people gave him the nickname: Walking Money Printing Machine.

Yi Zhou raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "Who thinks there is too much money!"

Wei Cong couldn't say no to him, so he took the thermos cup from his assistant and clinked glasses with him, "I haven't celebrated your successful tour yet, replace wine with tea."

"Pick and search, you don't even invite me to celebrate, what are you soaking in this thermos, goji berry?" Yi Zhou sneered at Wei Cong, but he touched his hand back sincerely.

"I'm strong and strong, so I don't need to keep in good health, but you feast and feast every day, so it's time to nourish your kidneys?" Wei Cong asked not to be outdone.

Yi Zhou pursed his lips, and smiled maliciously, "You care so much about my kidneys? What do you want to happen to me?"

"Damn, can I fall in love with this kind of guy?" Wei Cong looked around, his eyes fixed on the direction of the work shed, and surprise flashed in his eyes, "If I like men, I have to meet that standard."

Yi Zhou looked in the direction he pointed, shook his head, and slapped Wei Cong on the head, "How dare you think so?"

Wei Cong was curious, and looked at Zong Yuan a few more times, "What's the matter, isn't this the singer, how tender and innocent she looks."

Yizhou sneered, "That's Zongyuan, the polar climate, it won't freeze you to death."

Wei Cong took a sip of water, smacked his lips and said, "I've heard that he's talented, but I don't know if it's true or not."

"Really." Yi Zhou answered smoothly.

Wei Cong was surprised for a few seconds, then looked at him in disbelief, "In your eyes, is there anyone else who can compare to you?"

"Of course it's negligible." Yi Zhou said boldly, "But... Zong Yuan is one of them."

"Hehe, you're afraid that you fell in love with that face, and bowed down for love?" Wei Cong said that he was looking forward to a good show all over his face.

Yi Zhou didn't show any expression worthy of scrutiny, he was as cynical as ever, and looked at Zong Yuan with unrestrained eyes, "The buttocks are also very raised, and he and I... have a dewy relationship."

The more frankly he spoke, the less Wei Cong believed it.

"Tch." Wei Cong waved his hand, "Just put gold on your face!"

Zong Yuan, Wei Cong thought he was clean at first sight, not the kind of guy who could hook up casually, not to mention that Yi Zhou had a scumbag face, but any decent person had to go around when talking about feelings. with him.

Yi Zhou was ridiculed, and smiled heartlessly, "Just kidding, I can't climb up to him."

Wei Cong felt that he was belittling himself rarely today, and at the same time, he always felt strange, "You don't...you really have delusions about him, do you?"

"Tch, what is wishful thinking?" Yi Zhou touched his chin, "You can't spit ivory out of your dog's mouth."

He didn't deny it, Wei Cong tactfully skipped this topic, and talked about other things. When the two regained their senses, Zong Yuan had disappeared under the work shed.

"Isn't it impossible to climb, what are you looking at when everyone is gone?" Wei Cong asked him.

"Look at the coolness in the air." Yi Zhou took a deep breath, as if he could really smell something.

……

"Brother Yuan, how did the talk go?" Bai Lin came to pick him up with a sun umbrella.

City H is close to the tropics, the temperature is high, and the sun is scorching. In fact, Zong Yuan's cold white skin doesn't change from the occasional sun exposure, but his eyes have undergone surgery before, so he can't see too harsh light.

Zong Yuan didn't want to answer at first, but when he saw him staring at him excitedly, he reluctantly said, "Director Hou is very nice and dedicated."

"As expected of my idol." Bai Lin seemed extremely excited as if he had been praised.

Zong Yuan couldn't understand, what is there to be excited about?But he didn't bother to ask, it had nothing to do with him anyway.

Back in the car, heading towards the airport, Zong Yuan continued to lean there to catch up on sleep, while Bai Lin sat beside him and swiped his phone.

"Fuck!"

Suddenly, Bai Lin yelled in surprise, then covered his mouth and looked at Zong Yuan beside him.

Zong Yuan frowned in his light sleep, and looked at him dissatisfied with half-opened eyes, Bai Lin shrank his head immediately, and carefully moved the phone to his eyes.

Zong Yuan glanced casually, his eyes froze, and there was no response when he looked at the screen, which made Bai Lin think that the screen of the phone was black.

He leaned over to have a look, and it was still on, "Aren't you asleep, Brother Yuan?"

"Ok?"

"Did you see that you and Yi Zhou signed a photo." Bai Lin asked tentatively.

Regarding Zong Yuan's thoughts, he only realized it when he overheard at the conference room this morning.

He had always wondered why a person like Zong Yuan, who didn't care about anything but music, would let him book tickets for every concert in Yizhou, and even squeezed out the schedule on his own.

"Yeah." He snorted softly, but there was still no response.

"This blogger became popular after posting photos, why do you think Yi Zhou signed here?" Bai Lin made a fool of himself.

But Zong Yuan didn't buy it, "His photo, if you don't sign this, where will he sign it?"

"Brother Yuan, did you sign someone's photo?" Bai Lin didn't look at that Weibo carefully, but couldn't sit still after seeing a photo, and didn't understand what happened.

"En." Zong Yuan glanced at the photo again, moved his arm, and took his mobile phone.

"Brother Yuan, even though you have so much love for Yizhou...you can't sign someone's photo and take up space!" Bai Lin said subconsciously, his brain opening.

Zong Yuan couldn't sit still, "Shut up."

Bai Lin hurriedly kept quiet, and sat obediently with his mouth tightly pursed.

"Others gave it wrong." He added.

Bai Lin nodded, indicating that he heard it, but because of Zong Yuan's order just now, he didn't dare to speak out.

Zong Yuan swiped his finger on the screen a few times to save and transfer the photo to his mobile phone, and then delete the record to destroy the evidence. This set of movements is extremely skillful.

Bai Lin, who was sitting on the side, had no idea what Zong Yuan was doing, and didn't have the guts to go up and watch. He seemed to have run out of words just now...

After finishing all this, Zong Yuan threw the phone back into Bai Lin's hand, and continued to close his eyes to rest his mind. Before he had been quiet for 2 minutes, he heard a noisy voice.

It was Bai Lin who accidentally clicked on someone's homepage in the comments, and saw a video——

In the chatter, I heard a girl ask Yi Zhou, "Brother Zhou, can you sign...thank you."

Yi Zhou took the photo, just about to sign it, subconsciously looked at the back of the photo, looked at the little girl in front of him with a half-smile, "Which fan are you, are you fooling me?"

In the video, the camera is zoomed in, and it can be seen that the person in the photo held between Yizhou's index finger and middle finger is Zong Yuan.

The girl's small thoughts were punctured, and her face flushed, "I like them all, I just asked Zong Yuan for his autograph and gave me the wrong photo... But I don't want to miss your autograph, Brother Zhou, so..."

"Did Yuan'er sign my photo?" Yi Zhou asked with a smile.

The girl nodded, and Yi Zhou stretched out his hand, "Bring it, I'll squeeze it."

The little girl was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took out the photo from her bag and handed it to Yi Zhou with both hands. Yi Zhou took it and looked at it for two seconds, then stroked it a few times with a pen, handed it back, raised his eyebrows and said with a smirk: "The little girl is not good, she has learned to fool people."

The video ended here, Bai Lin was fascinated by Yi Zhou while watching the video, not to mention the lucky little girl at the scene.

When he looked up, he saw Zong Yuan opened his eyes again, he was in a daze for some reason, "Brother Yuan, if I didn't follow you every day about Yi Zhou, I would know how familiar you are."

Zong Yuan hadn't heard the long-lost voice call out his name for a long time, he was a little dazed, and said lightly: "He knows everyone."

"I know this." Bai Lin raised his hand to answer, "There is a saying in the fan circle: There are thousands of men and women in the world, half of whom are brothers Zhou, don't believe in rumors, don't spread rumors."