After I went to the countryside variety show, I began to whitewash

Yuehan first went to the company to find his agent.

The manager who hadn't taken care of him for a long time, but now intervened in his itinerary.

The entertainers coming and going were bright and beautiful, many of them were familiar faces, and some people stopped in their tracks.

"Isn't it getting colder?"

"He still has the nerve to come to the company? Heh, if there was such a scandal back then, if the contract between the company and him hadn't expired, he would have been fired a long time ago."

"But who will let others flatter you? Haven't you seen how many people are helping him clean up?"

Yue Han went straight to Jiang Peng's office, knocked on the door, and the other party said in a deep tone: "Come in."

Yue Han pushed open the door, Jiang Peng was concentrating on the computer screen, when he realized that it was him, he turned his eyes back to the screen: "What are you doing here?"

Yue Han: "I remember you said that you will not interfere with my schedule."

Jiang Peng smiled: "In the past, you didn't accept scripts, so you were a big name when you went to a variety show? Now you are willing to appear on a variety show of the same level as "Going to the Countryside". Do you feel wronged?"

Yue Han said, "I don't know how to play an instrument."

"Then learn." Jiang Peng didn't care much.

Lechenxing Entertainment initially signed him with the intention of making a fortune, but who knew that he would lose so quickly.

Forget about Liang, he is still the kind that is completely difficult to turn around. Many resources thrown at him have been wasted, so it is no wonder that the company doesn't want to see him.

Jiang Peng opened the drawer and threw a card on the table, and leaned back: "Don't say I'm unfeeling, this is the access card for the company's classrooms, if you want to go to class, come here."

Yue Han took a step back indifferently: "Thank you, no need."

Yue Han walked out of Le Chen Xing Entertainment with gloating eyes and ridiculing comments, Chen Zhao walked back and forth anxiously at the door, seeing Yue Han's figure flying towards the forest like a tired bird returning to the forest.

"Brother Han, is it cancelled?"

Yue Han shook his head.

The expected answer.

Although Lechenxing Entertainment is in a state of half-covered about Yuehan, they don't care about Yuehan's itinerary, and the contract can be handled by itself without going through the company.

But Yue Han is still an artist of Le Morning Star Entertainment.

For the company's arrangement, he can only obey unconditionally, otherwise it is a breach of contract.

Thinking of the amount of liquidated damages, Yuehan felt a headache again.

Chen Zhao searched the Internet for a long time, and finally decided on the guzheng as the instrument, because everyone said that the guzheng is easy to learn and suitable for quick learning.

Chen Zhao danced with his hands and feet: "And the guzheng has a classic taste! Brother Han, you look so good-looking, change into an ancient costume when the time comes, and you will be a handsome man!"

Yue Han was successfully teased, and Chen Zhaocai heaved a sigh of relief.

Having been by Yue Han's side for so long, he can still distinguish between a polite smile and a sincere smile.

Chen Zhao reserved a music hall for Yue Han. This is a well-known music teaching institution in Yinzhou City. It offers a variety of musical instruments and covers a huge area.

Very tall.

Entering the music hall, Chen Zhao showed the reservation code, but the other party said that the reserved top floor had already been reserved.

Chen Zhao was dissatisfied: "Didn't I make an appointment in advance? Why was it booked? And I only reserved a small cubicle."

The other party smiled: "I'm sorry, a distinguished guest has booked the entire top floor. We can provide you with a room for free. But the course fee is still the same. Excuse me, what you booked is Guzheng, right?"

The music hall has three floors, and the top floor has the best view and is the most expensive.The waiter arranged for them on the second floor, which is considered a good location.

Yuehan didn't expect to meet Xu Xingzhe here.

Xu Xingzhe brushed past him, and grabbed Yue Han's arm suddenly: "What a coincidence, you also come to class? What do you study, piano?"

Yuehan: "Guzheng."

"Guzheng..." Xu Xingzhe let out an inexplicable laugh.

No matter where there is a chain of contempt, for example, Western musical instruments look down on classical musical instruments.

And the piano is the king of musical instruments.

Then, Xu Xingzhe must have learned the piano.

"I'm learning the piano." Xu Xingzhe withdrew his hand and laughed again, "Okay, I won't bother you, study hard, and don't embarrass Le Chenxing Entertainment."

The guzheng teacher was a gentle middle-aged woman, she frowned when she saw Yue Han approaching.

She took out the armor and handed it to Yue Han, and while wearing it on her own hand, she explained: "Put the armor on the belly of the finger, and wear it at 45 degrees to the upper left of the fingertip."

It was Yuehan's first contact with him, but he wore it fairly smoothly.

The teacher smiled: "You are wearing it wrong."

"Half of the tape should be on his own nails." The teacher helped him adjust, and Yuehan listened carefully.

The teacher's name is Fan Wei. She first introduced the basic structure and related knowledge of the Guzheng, and briefly introduced the various parts of the Guzheng.

Fan Wei asked him with a smile, "Can you read music scores?"

Guzheng notation mostly uses numbered notation, and piano notation mostly uses five-line notation.

As for the score given by Fan Wei, the upper part is numbered musical notation, and the lower part is five-line notation.

At this moment, there are no outsiders but only the teacher, Yuehan didn't want to cause trouble for the other party, so he answered frankly: "I only read the staves."

"It's okay, I'll teach you." Fan Wei was very patient.

Fan Wei started to explain from hand shapes and music scores. No matter what she does, Yuehan will devote herself very seriously.

Guzheng sounds really interesting, but his piano foundation is useless for learning Guzheng.

At most it just feels better.

After all, playing skills are completely different, no matter how good Yuehan's talent is, he can't enter the state in an instant.

After making several mistakes, Yuehan gradually found the trick, abandoned the habit brought to him by the piano, and devoted himself to playing the guzheng.

After playing the simple score, Fan Wei clapped her hands: "You are very smart, you completed the original three-hour course in one hour."

Fan Wei said, "You are such a little genius."

I don't know how to describe my mood, excited, a little excited, mixed with confusion at the same time.

Fan Wei needed to adjust the curriculum, and within a short period of time, she noticed Yuehan's musical talent.Only by adjusting the teaching plan as soon as possible can Yuehan get the greatest progress.

Yue Han walked out of the classroom restlessly, there was no air conditioner in the corridor, only the smooth piano music played from the third floor, the cold wind let him settle down a little.

He recalled Fan Wei's praise just now.

You're so smart, you're such a little genius.

A very simple compliment, but it gave him unspeakable joy, like knocking over a honey pot in his heart, and the sweetness seeped through the pores and spread upwards.

Yue Han's eyes gradually turned cold, and he turned to Chen Zhao's hesitant expression and the five finger marks on the other half of his face.

He whispered, "Who did it?"

Xu Xingzhe was ecstatically playing the piano when the door opened suddenly, scaring him to his feet.

Xu Xingzhe couldn't help but feel horrified when Yue Han's face lost its usual calmness and was replaced by depression.

At this moment, he thought of Fu Xun.

When he faced Fu Xun, who was played by Yue Han, he would also have this kind of coldness all over his body, as if this kind of fear was brought from his bones.

Chen Zhao tugged Yue Han behind him, pleading: "Brother Han is really not Xu Xingzhe, really not him, let's forget it! Let's go! You still have to practice guzheng!"

Xu Xingzhe was at a loss, when Yue Han pushed Chen Zhao's hand down and came to him calmly.

Yue Han asked softly: "Why?"

Xu Xingzhe: "? What why?"

"Why do you have to provoke me?"

Xu Xingzhe wanted to say that you were sick, but it was rare to see Yue Han's gloomy expression, so he couldn't help but feel a little happy.

On weekdays, Yue Han has the appearance of a docile and well-behaved good boy, like a soft persimmon that anyone can squeeze. If this ghostly appearance spreads out, he will see how Yue Han maintains his personality.

Xu Xingzhe: "Yue Han, do you really think that we can get away with it? I can't let you go. We debuted at the same time and in the same company. In terms of resource allocation, we can't live in peace."

Yuehan: "But now I've been hidden in the snow."

Xu Xingzhe smiled: "Who can say for sure about the entertainment industry?"

"You're right, no one is sure." The coldness in Yue Han's eyes dissipated, and indifference resurfaced.

Ruxue's fair face looks like pear blossoms blooming, if it weren't for the bright color at the corners of the eyes, it would only make people think it was an ink painting.

With a slap, Xu Xingzhe was knocked crookedly. He leaned against the wall with his hands covering his face, and turned his head in disbelief: "You hit me?!"

Yue Han lifted Xu Xingzhe's neckline, almost touching his forehead, his words were soft but forceful: "Why, do you want to fight back?"

Xu Xingzhe felt the world turned upside down, dizzy for a while, and he was pushed against the wall again.

Yue Han raised his hand again, and Xu Xingzhe's scalp tingled when he recalled the soreness: "Wait! Wait! Are you sick? You hit someone when you came up? Damn, did I provoke you?"

"It's true that I'm mean, but it's not the first time I've been mean to you. Why did you beat someone up?"

"..." Yuehan stared at Xu Xingzhe for a long time, then turned his head to look at Chen Zhao, who was dumbfounded.Turning around, "...you didn't hit my assistant?"

Xu Xingzhe rolled his eyes: "Why should I hit your assistant?"

Who hit that?

Xu Xingzhe finally understood the truth of his beating. It turned out that he had found the wrong person. Since he was right, he was justified.

Pulling off the other party's hand holding him, Xu Xingzhe patted his clothes in disgust. Xu Xingzhe thought it was funny: "Didn't your assistant be on the third floor just now? Whoever was on the third floor called, you still want me to take the blame? "

Yue Han wanted to leave, but Xu Xingzhe held him back: "I want to leave after the fight? No, you have to let me call back."

This was a slap in the face. Xu Xingzhe was so old, no one had ever slapped him like this.

Yue Han withdrew his hand calmly: "With this slap, it's like everything between us has been written off."

Xu Xingzhe laughed again, he and Yue Han were canceled?Their little fight?

Yuehan's dark eyes are full of old things.

Xu Xingzhe's blood temperature suddenly dropped below zero.

Those eyes seem to have insight into everything, and they are full of wisdom and compassion.

Did Yue Han know that this matter was related to him?

No, it's impossible.

The more cold it is impossible to know.

The piano music in the corridor stopped abruptly.

The sound of teasing and teasing footsteps came mixed in, and Chen Zhao walked beside Yue Han, obviously worried.

Chen Zhao rarely saw a face like Yue Han's.

Gloomy, repressed, lurking anger.

It seems that it will explode at any time.

Yue Han retreated to the side, not competing with others.This group of people walked side by side. There were too many people, and collisions were inevitable.

The man clicked his tongue impatiently, raised his arm and yanked across Yue Han's shoulder, pulled back violently, and raised his other hand accordingly.

Yue Han easily subdued the opponent's next move.

Yue Han raised his eyes, his dark eyes were like unfathomable abyss, quietly looking at the man in front of him.

Young, handsome, trendy dress.He is a rich man.

And the crowd around the person in front of him is a dignified and elegant man, with an elegant arrogance flowing between his brows.

Yue Han turned his gaze away, and caught a glimpse of Chen Zhao's face changing slightly from the corner of his eyes, and then his eyes fell entirely on the man in front of him.

He knew who hit it.

As a qualified assistant, Chen Zhao needs to maintain the image of his artist as soon as the situation is tense.

Yue Han's hand hanging on one side was clenched into a fist, as if he would attack the opponent at any time, Chen Zhao hurriedly grabbed Yue Han's wrist: "Brother Han, let's go."

Yue Han is an entertainer covered in slander, he has managed to gradually clear his name and gained a small group of new fans. He must not let Yue Han get into a fight again and ruin the popularity of passers-by.

What's more, the people in front of them were a well-known small group in the piano world.

Yue Han looked at Chen Zhao seriously, the expression in Chen Zhao's eyes was full of begging, his heart felt like a huge stone was being pressed down, and the blood in his whole body was blocked.

Yuehan let go of his hand.

The other party used his strength to shake Yue Han away, and turned his wrist provocatively: "Isn't this Yue Han from the entertainment industry? You deserve to come to the music hall too? Are you here to ruin the instrument?"

Li Yan stood by Xie Shen's side, and Xie Shen watched everything coldly, obviously not intending to intervene.

Yue Han looked at the ticket for the Music Concerto Competition in Li Yan's hand, but didn't speak.

Yue Han pulled Chen Zhao past him and walked to one side.

Li Yan stopped him: "I heard that you are going to participate in the "Star Music Competition"? Coincidentally, I want to participate too."

Li Yan is different from Xie Shen, Xie Shen has become famous in the circle because of Xu Zui's support, and his overall style has risen to an unknown level.

Other pianists still have to participate in some high-profile activities if they want to gain corresponding fame.

TV shows are the best option.

Yue Han didn't look back: "It's quite a coincidence."

"Brother Shen is still a specially invited judge, but letting Brother Shen participate in this kind of program is really wronged Brother Shen." Li Yandao, "After all, Brother Shen is an artist who wants to stand on the international stage, how can he compete with the filthy entertainment industry? What about the relationship?"

Yue Han finally stopped, he turned his head and smiled slightly: "Just relying on "The Clock"?"

Xie Shen's cold and proud expression froze, and he looked at Yue Han with an unkind expression.

Yue Han was still smiling, a gentle and friendly smile, like a harmless little sheep.

"What do you mean by "Bell"? Do you know how difficult the technique of Brother Shen's song "Bell" is? It's not just a performance level! If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense." Li Yan frowned.

Yue Han and Xie Shen looked at each other for a moment, then twitched the corners of their mouths with a chuckle, and said meaningfully: ""Clock"."

"Mr. Xie, can you still play it?"

"What's the meaning of the embroidered pillow? A piece of trash like him hasn't even touched the keys of a piano, has he? He actually said that you can't play "The Bell", Brother Shen." Li Yanyi said angrily.

Xie Shen drank his tea and lowered his eyes: "Outsiders don't understand, so why bother with him."

Li Yan naturally admires a talented but humble genius like Xie Shen: "Brother Shen, you are still generous."

Xie Shen's slightly gloomy eyes were reflected in the calm tea noodles, and the scene just now played in his mind like a revolving lantern.

Can you still play it?

He was obviously smiling and had a friendly attitude, but it was like a tiny needle pricking his skin, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Thinking that Xie Shen was influenced by Yue Han's words, Li Yanman said indifferently: "That kind of idiot knows how to play the piano, but Mr. Xu's requirements are too high. Brother Shen, you showed your skills and fluency in the previous few songs, I knelt down , Mr. Xu is still not satisfied."

Talent is given by God, and it is difficult to force the day after tomorrow.

Xie Shen's talent is good, but he has already reached the corresponding peak, and it is as difficult as reaching the sky to break through.

Because of Xu Zui, he practiced all night every day, even when he was a teenager preparing for the competition, he had never worked so hard.

Xie Shen's bullet skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and he is unparalleled among the rookies.But Xu Zui was still not satisfied.

Can you still play it?

He can't pop it.

Smiling like the sharpest blade to pierce his hidden shame, Xie Shen put down his teacup: "What is the instrument he wants to play?"

"Brother Han, don't be angry." Chen Zhao tugged on Yue Han's sleeve fawningly.

Yue Han gritted his teeth, then let go: "I'm sorry."

If he hadn't been worried about him, Chen Zhao wouldn't have been beaten either.

When he wanted to fight fire with fire, he had to worry about his status as an artist.

"I'm sorry, Brother Han." Chen Zhao was stunned, he scratched his head indifferently, "It's all because of my curiosity, I had to go to the third floor to see who it was, but I was discovered. I can only say that I did it myself."

Yue Han frowned and pursed his lips.

"Haha! Brother Han, if you really want to avenge me, you have to beat that boy b in the "Star Music Contest"!" Chen Zhao took the opportunity to encourage him.

Yuehan has exactly this intention, and his goal is not only "Star Music Competition".

As the New Year's Day holiday approached, last year Chen Zhao had no time to go home because of his busy work, and this year he had a leisurely schedule due to the cold weather, so Chen Zhao was given a holiday.

After sending Chen Zhao to the airport, Chen Zhao waved to him at the security checkpoint with tears in his eyes: "Brother Han! Eat enough, dress warmly and sleep well! I will bring you special products when I come back!"

Yue Han was wearing a peaked cap and a mask, so no one would recognize him logically, but Chen Zhao's miserable parting scene still attracted a lot of attention.

Even if it is tightly covered, Yue Han's temperament is particularly outstanding, and the perfect body proportions are carefully designed by God.

"Is this a model? The legs are so long."

"It looks familiar?"

Chen Zhao stepped back three times and entered the security checkpoint, only to leave in a hurry after getting colder.

He really didn't expect that he covered himself up so tightly that someone would think his eyes were familiar?

Where did they feel familiar?

Before Yuehan got into the car, Chen Zhao drank a lot of warm water. In order to maintain his skin, he would drink a lot of water every day.At the moment, I feel a little urgent to urinate, and the airport is crowded with people.

The person who was talking about Yue Han suddenly asked in surprise, "Is it Lan Che?"

Yue Hanyu said, why would someone confuse him with Lan Che?

The two of them belonged to completely different styles. Lan Che's appearance was stern and sharp, and the name "Flower of Gaoling" was not for nothing.

And his temperament is gentle and approachable, even if he is black material, he is also a vain and gaudy image.

What is the similarity between him and Lan Che?

There were many people along the way, and there was no one in the toilet at this time of day. Yuehan felt a little stuffy, and wanted to open his mask to wash his face, but suddenly a person staggered in at the door.

With the mask half opened, he was caught off guard and met the other party's eyes.

A flash of astonishment appeared in the awe-inspiring eyes that seemed to be wrapped in a wind and snow.

The other party was faster than him, and quickly pulled him past and entered the toilet cubicle together.

The more cold it is against the wall, the smell of the airport toilet is not unpleasant after being treated with fresheners, but the toilet itself is strange.

Yue Han hesitated and said, "Lanche? You..."

why are you hereWhy are you dragging me into the toilet?Do you want to go to the bathroom with me?

Yuehan didn't have a chance to ask these three questions.

Lan Che covered his lips with his hands, and came forward, his warm breath wafting into his ears: "Shhh, there are fans outside."

Her whole body was as soft as a cloud, with crisp currents, and the big palms covering the lower half of her face were warm, with a woody and clear fragrance.

The colder you breathe, the more you don't dare to be too bold.

"Didn't you say you saw Lan Che? Where is Lan Che!"

"I really saw it! Didn't you see a group of people chasing after him? It's definitely Lan Che! I will definitely not mistake my brother!"

"Will you go into the men's room?"

"Anyway, there's no one there, why don't you go in and have a look?"

Yuehan's eyes widened, are Lanche's female fans so courageous?He actually wanted to break into the men's restroom!

No wonder Lanche wanted to drag him into the toilet cubicle together, otherwise if everyone saw him in the toilet, it might be another riot.

Maybe he'll be thrown rotten eggs.The more cold I think.

"Why are there two pairs of feet here?"

The more cold:!

Lan Che was stunned, he didn't expect his fans to observe so minutely, thought for a moment, before he could come up with a solution, Yue Han tugged at the coat around his waist.

Lan Che looked down at him.

Yue Han almost breathlessly said, "Will you pick me up?"

The hot and humid air flowed into the palm of his hand as he spoke, Lan Che's eyes seemed to darken a bit, and he realized that his hand had been pressing on his mouth.

Lan Che let go of his hand, a little embarrassed, not daring to look at him.

Yue Han thought that Lan Che was afraid of being heavy, so he repeatedly assured: "I'm not heavy, my body is strictly controlled."

Lan Che almost laughed out loud, of course he wasn't afraid of Yue Han's weight, besides, how much could Yue Han's small body weigh?

It's not that I haven't hugged.

"Did you read it wrong? Who would go to the same toilet twice?"

"Then you come and see?"

Without delay, Lan Che immediately faced Yue Han and was about to reach out his hand, but Yue Han took the initiative to hook his neck and support him.Lan Che held Yue Han's waist in time, put his other hand under his hip, and Yue Han was half-suspended in his arms.

"They say you're blind, but you don't believe me."

"If I were Brother Che, I wouldn't come to the men's room. No idiot would come to the men's room to blow himself up."

The two idiots looked at each other without saying a word.

"Brother Che must be in the women's restroom. He always catches people by surprise and does not take unusual paths, which makes us hard to guard against."

Rancho: ...

"Then shall we go to the women's restroom?"

Lan Che and Yue Han breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

In order to make Yue Han more comfortable, Lan Che wraps his hands around Yue Han's hind thighs, hugging Yue Han as if holding a child.

Yuehan was afraid that Lanche would be uncomfortable in his hug, so he wrapped his legs around Lanche.

It's really like the pose of a father holding a baby.

Yuehan thought depressingly.

"This is the men's restroom, everyone is here, we have to finish watching."

Eager to try, the ecstasy of anticipation vaguely made the two of them feel their scalps go numb at the same time.

Yue Han couldn't help leaning closer to Lan Che's ear: "Teacher Lan..."

Deliberately play a soft and slow tone, like cotton candy melting in water.

While he was distracted, Lan Che corrected him angrily: "What are you calling me?"

"... Ranche." Now is not the time to worry about this, is it?This posture was extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't understand how he and Lan Che fell into such a situation.Yue Han twisted, and said in an aggrieved tone, "...I want to go to the toilet."

In such a situation, if you want to go to the toilet, you must touch the ground with both feet.It's fine if the fans outside the door leave, but if they don't, it's inevitable that they will be suspicious when they land on the ground.

You can't let Lan Che carry him to the bathroom...

Thinking of this scene, Yue Han couldn't help but shiver and shiver.

"Don't move." Lan Che said hoarsely.

Yue Han didn't want to move, but he really wanted to go to the toilet. The purpose of his trip was to go to the toilet. It had been a long time, and he didn't even unzip his pants.

"Lan Che, you..." Yue Han was shocked suddenly, and when he turned his head, the tip of his cool nose brushed against Lan Che's hot neck, "The belt..."

Lan Che seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, leaning against the wall with Yue Han in his arms, Yue Han exclaimed: "Ah..."

This weak moan was like a devil switch being turned on, and the fans at the door were all embarrassed.

A group of fans looked at each other in dismay, looking at each other in embarrassment, making eye contact with understanding.

Yue Han hastily covered his mouth, regretting: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called out."

The sound was indeed louder than before, and with the fans deliberately eavesdropping, they could almost hear it all over the place.

Shouldn't you call out?What are you calling for?How do you call it?

Lan Che tilted his head, his Adam's apple rolled, and gave a faint "hmm".

This depressive hum is more imaginative and shocking than that "ah".

"Come on, let's go, we're disturbing other people's good business."

"It's true that I didn't read the almanac when I went out - I stabbed the gay nest."

"This is too exciting..."

A group of people came in haste and left in a hurry, leaving mercilessly and simply.

Yuehan couldn't believe it, this group of fans just left?

In order to prevent accidents, I am also afraid that fans will play empty city tricks.Lan Che walked to the door, and Yue Han carefully opened a crack in the door, only to find that there was no one there, he breathed a sigh of relief, but then gradually tensed up.

"I want to go to the toilet, and more." Yue Han was depressed, "Your belt is so hard."

After Yuehan went to the bathroom, he and Rancher fled the airport immediately.

"My parents and I made an appointment to go to Sanya for vacation together, but my ID card was taken away by my assistant." Lan Che supported his forehead, speechless.

Lan Che checked the ID card again and again to make sure that there was no mistake or omission, but Luo Fanfan thought that it was safe for him to keep the ID card or something.

Now it's all right, Luo Fanfan just walked away with his ID card, and Lan Che couldn't board the plane.

There was still a while before boarding the plane, and I wanted to call Luo Fanfan to return and hand over his ID card, but the sharp-eared fans recognized his voice, and the two started a frantic chase.

Yue Han: "Then you're not going to Sanya?"

"I won't go." Lan Che frowned, "I don't want to go anyway."

"... Oh." Yue Han nodded dully.

It's cold in Yinzhou City right now, so it must be interesting to go to Sanya for vacation.

"You want to go?" Rancho asked.

"No," Yue Han subconsciously denied, and Lanche looked at him with his chin on his shoulders. For some reason, he didn't want to lie anymore, "I thought about it. I haven't been to many places."

"Oh," Lan Che also learned how to nod weakly, "We can be together when we have time in the future. I haven't been to many places."

A casual sentence, perhaps only a perfunctory slobber, seemed to flow into his heart with a scorching temperature.

"Did something happen? You look very bad."

"Me? I'm in a good mood."

"I found that you like to talk ironically." Lan Che put down his hand, and looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows and eyes, "I saw you before, and I wanted to say hello to you, but I'm afraid of attracting attention, so I don't want to talk to you." Don’t worry about embarrassing you. But I can see very clearly that you have been frowning since you entered the airport, and your little assistant has been wagging your tail by your side to coax you.”

His lying was exposed in public, Yue Han's face burned a little, his eyelashes trembled: "It's not a big deal."

It's really not a big deal.

I just feel that I am too useless. I thought that showing softness would make the sea calm, but it is not.

He can be misunderstood, he can be pointed at, but it doesn't mean that he can see the people around him being treated like this and remain indifferent.

I thought that I could treat everything with a calm mind, but after all, I thought highly of myself.

but……

Yue Han looked at Lan Che sincerely: "Where are we going now?"

When we arrived at our destination, it was already around seven o'clock in the evening.

Yue Han sat in the secret food stall box, a little speechless.

Hong Zidong was obviously a little surprised when he saw Yue Han: "Xiao Yue, I originally wanted to invite you to join me, but didn't your assistant say that you went to Hainan to play? Why are you still in Yinzhou!"

Yue Han was embarrassed, and Lan Che's eyes came as expected, and he lied: "If you don't catch the plane, you won't go."

Chen Zhao was naturally worried that he would stay alone in the staff dormitory. This time, Chen Zhao didn't intend to go home, but Yuehan said that he had booked a plane ticket and planned to go to Hainan for a three-day tour. He even found a tour guide. home to visit relatives.

It's just that I didn't expect that Yue Han, who traveled in fake Hainan, would bump into Lan Che, who was traveling in real Hainan.

Hong Zidong: "Huh? Isn't it possible to change the ticket?"

Did you give up the opportunity to travel just because you missed the plane?

Yue Han racked his brains to think of the reason, and felt that this lie was not good enough. Lan Che wanted to laugh, and the hand under the table pressed his wrist.

Yuehan raised his head as if electrocuted.

Lan Che said for him: "I also missed the plane, and then the two of us decided not to go to Hainan for the time being. There are only three days on New Year's Day, so it's not fun to play."

This is also true, three days, whether it is long or short, if you really go on a trip, maybe the schedule will be more rushed.

Hong Zidong looked at Lan Che suspiciously, but Lan Che is on a family trip, and Yue Han is on a solo trip, why did the two of them temporarily cancel the plan together?

Not right, very wrong.

During the New Year's Day, the crew of "Night" also closed down. Everyone went back to their homes to find their mothers. Hong Zidong's family is from Yinzhou, so many left-behind children from the crew were organized to have dinner together.

For Hong Zidong to organize a game, wine must be indispensable.

Hong Zidong picked up a big beer and flicked it in front of Yue Han, causing Yue Han's back to shudder.

Hong Zidong: "Xiao Yue, you don't have any plans for the rest of the day, and the big guys are here too, don't worry! Nothing will happen! Just drink and we'll be done!"

Yue Han smiled dryly: "This... I really don't drink very well..."

"What's the matter? Lanche is also a bad drinker, so he has to drink with me?" Hong Zidong looked at Lanche, "Lanche, you say so!"

Lan Che smiled slightly: "Director Hong, I think I can drink well."

It's really okay for Lancher to drink beer, but if he drinks white, it will be a bit difficult.

Fortunately, Hong Zidong didn't come here with the purpose of killing them this time, otherwise Lan Che would never have come to take advantage of this meal.

"It's okay to be a fart. You were too drunk a year ago. You lay on the street hugging the pillar and kept saying 'I want to win the gold medal'. In the end, boy, you really got it." Thinking of this, Hong Zidong thought Sighing, "Sure enough, people still have dreams."

Rancher didn't pay attention to his dark history, and now that such a memory is brought up, it will only show his extraordinary courage.

A year ago, Lan Che said that he was going to win the gold medal, and everyone laughed at him and looked at his jokes.

A year later, Lan Che really brought back the gold medal, and all the taunts and ridicules were self-defeating.

Yue Han sighed inwardly, he also wanted to win the gold medal.

Country A Gold Award is the most prestigious and valuable award in the entertainment industry. This award has nothing to do with your popularity, popularity, or background, it only depends on your acting skills.

No actor doesn't want to win a gold award.

The wine glass in front of him was taken by a pair of well-proportioned hands, and Yue Han looked sideways in a daze. Lan Che's face was calm, and the coldness between his brows appeared soft and tender under the dim yellow light.

Lan Che drank the pure beer in one gulp, tilted his head and looked directly into Yue Han's eyes.He said, "I'll drink the colder ones."

I don't know if it was because Lan Che's eyes were too scorching, or his words were touching, or the food stall box was too stuffy.

When it gets colder, I choose to go out to get some fresh air.

The face, ears, and neck seemed to be roasted by the fire, and the breath he exhaled had a terrifying temperature.

Lan Che is always the focus of attention no matter where he is, even in food stalls, he can show an artistic atmosphere.

For Lan Che, he has an impression.

A year ago, he just became popular, but Lan Che was at the bottom of his career.

At that time, Lan Che invested in a movie and poured all his wealth and energy into it. After the film was finished, it could not be released because the heroine took drugs.

He has been preparing for this movie for two years, casting and investing everything by himself, just for the purpose of winning awards.

Rancho made no secret of his wolf ambitions, and was never shy about showing off his talents.

At that time, he fell and failed, and everyone was laughing at him.

Even if he didn't take part in drug use, how could he not be implicated in such a scandal exposed by thousands of selected artists?

The line of strength in the entertainment industry is not easy. Lan Che does have many good works, and he is indeed an actor with superb acting skills.

But so what?

He does not hype to increase exposure, does not use gossip and does not cater to the market, he is destined to be eliminated.

What was in line with the market at that time was Yuehan.

After returning to the private room, Hong Zidong was pulling a young guy for a drink with a blushing neck, but Erkang refused with his blushing cheeks.

"Director Hong, I really can't do it, please let me go!"

"A man can't say no!"

Yue Han's hand that pushed the door froze, and his legs that had just stepped in wished he could retract it.

Although Hong Zidong drank too much, he was still very sensitive. He sensed that Yue Han wanted to slip away, so he hurriedly said, "Xiao Yue, don't leave yet."

Yue Han stepped into the private room with trepidation like walking a tightrope, finally, was it his turn?

After Lan Che blocked him for an unknown number of rounds of drinking, did Hong Zidong's devil's hands still fall on him?

What should come always comes.

Hong Zidong waved his hand: "If you have nothing to do, go to the toilet and help me find Lan Che. This kid is playing pissing for me again. Every time I let him drink, he will play this game."

Lan Che was indeed not in the box. It turned out that he had used an escape technique.

"Lan Che is still a man today. You have to thank him for blocking so much wine for you." Hong Zidong looked at Yue Han meaningfully, "I have been drinking with him for so many years, and it is the first time I see him standing for you." People stop drinking."

Many inconspicuous little things, as long as the ambiguous word "first time" is used, it seems that they will be sublimated and become different.

Yue Han pushed open the door of the toilet, and saw Lan Che standing in front of the window with a spark between his fingertips.

The long white mist lingered, blurring the sharp profile lines a bit.

Yuehan sneezed.

Lan Che was startled, subconsciously extinguished the cigarette, and threw the cigarette into the trash can.

Just as he lifted his feet, as if remembering something, he opened the window wider, and the cold wind hit him, slightly dispelling the smell of smoke.

Rancher: "Can't you smell the smoke?"

Yuehan: "It's not that I can't smell it."

That is, I don't like the smell.

Don't hate it, but don't like it either.

"understood."

Lan Che remembered this from the bottom of his heart, and quietly stayed by the window to diffuse the smell.

Lan Che by the window has serious eyebrows and eyes, and is simply dressed in a black cashmere sweater with wide shoulders and narrow waist, which brings great visual enjoyment.

Lan Che looked back suddenly, avoiding his eyes as if he was fleeing from the cold, and when he turned his head for a moment, he happened to see an open toilet cubicle.

The smell was almost gone, and Lan Che strode over: "What are you looking at?"

Yue Han looked at the toilet seat in front of him: "...Before, I seemed to be able to sit directly on the toilet seat?"