Son of the Bone

The official announcement of the casting of "Song of the Mermaid" was released in December, and in this month, most of the media once again focused their cameras on Jiang Yanzhi and Qi Lin, who was about to present his debut on the screen.

Jiang Yan has been out of acting for many years, and now his comeback work is to play with his old friend Yu Ren, which is naturally full of gimmicks.

But more people's attention is on Qi Lin's participation in the movie.

He is a traffic star, a singer, but not like an actor——

Some forums have already begun to lament whether Jianghuang is so short of money that he is making movies with traffic.

Qi Lin's Weibo private mailbox exploded again.

I have to say that because of the official announcement of "Song of the Mermaid", his fans have received a lot of favor, and many fans of Jiang Huang followed suit. Outspoken attacks and smears.

But I have already gotten used to it.

He complied with the crew's arrangement and attended the press conference with the leading actors.

Jiang Yanzhi had exquisite makeup and an elegant smile, and was sitting quite dignifiedly in a dark black dress.

When Qi Lin was arranged to sit on her right hand, his heart skipped a beat.

The media were not friendly to Jiang Yanzhi.

They all came here with flowers and smiles, but the questions were more tricky and mean than the other.

"Miss Jiang, compared to other female stars, do you feel any pressure on the box office after you have been away from acting for a long time and have not participated in promotion?"

"Miss Jiang, is it because Mr. Yu decided to play the leading role this time, did you choose Fuying?"

"Miss Jiang, may I ask if you have disappeared from your shadow all these years, have you been hurt by love like the rumors?"

One of the reporters pushed aside the others all the way and forcibly grabbed the most conspicuous position, his voice was quite shrill.

"Compared to other female stars, you have obvious crow's feet and nasolabial folds on your face, why don't you pay more attention to facial maintenance?!"

This question is no longer like an interview, but a deliberate embarrassment.

Jiang Yanzhi leaned forward, took the microphone and stared at him: "Sir, do you think I look like a fairy?"

The reporter was stunned for a few seconds by the rhetorical question, and his voice subconsciously weakened: "...it's not like that."

There was a burst of laughter on the field.

"The answer is correct, because I'm not a god at all." Jiang Yanzhi still stared at him, his eyes didn't give up halfway: "Then do you think normal people will grow old?"

"……meeting."

Her gaze was immediately withdrawn, without any extra attention, she just said briskly: "Next."

Qi Lin didn't expect that she would be so straightforward when confronting reporters.

For the vast majority of issues, as long as she doesn't want to talk about them, no one can embarrass her.

And sometimes when she encounters some questions that she can't answer, she can help fend them without a trace, and her proficiency is comparable to that of a debate contestant.

Jiang Jue sat in the dormitory and thought about it for a long time before deciding to post on Weibo.

He talked with Wei Feng for a long time.

Wei Feng is quite satisfied with his other abilities, the only thing he doesn't approve of is his understanding of the word idol.

The way Jiang Jue observes life is to find materials from reality, and rarely watches TV or participates in social network interactions.

But this is an era where traffic is above all else.

"Jiang Jue, the word idol doesn't just mean a star that many people like." Wei Feng put out his cigarette butt, his eyes very serious: "You should follow the stars and understand the reasons why other people do these things."

The moment Weibo was opened, a photo of Qi Lin wearing an endorsement windbreaker popped up.

He groped to register an account, and the first thing he started to read was his mother's news.

When I see related entries, I still can't help but feel nervous.

Jiang Yanzhi had too many controversies.

She had public relationships with seven or eight well-known people in the past, and one day she suddenly put on a wedding ring, but she never disclosed the specific people.

When she publicly stated that she was taking a break from acting, countless media speculated that it was because of a miscarriage or being threatened as a rich mistress, and various unsavory rumors and doubts have been circulating in the market.

All things are mixed.

Jiang Jue flicked through the webpage, and could see countless people enthusiastically discussing the official announcement and makeup photos of "Mermaid Song". Their expectations and happiness were so real and enthusiastic, and all kinds of malicious abuse and humiliation also appeared in his field of vision.

He instinctively didn't want anyone to attack his mother's private life, but he also knew in his heart that there was nothing he could do.

The existence of the Internet is infinitely amplifying hostility.

He digested quietly for a while, finally looked at his mother with a calm smile in the lens, and started searching for Qi Lin again.

——This completely opened the door to his new world.

In just a few minutes, Jiang Jue looked through Qi Lin's official blog, fan group official blog, and studio official blog, and then saw the black name in the topic square.

"White skin scale"

Due to his high popularity, black fans even set up black material super chats for him, and they never tire of all kinds of insinuations that he relies on the patronage to take the position, or a series of greetings from the lower body and relatives.

He almost dropped his phone to the ground when he suddenly found a malicious posthumous photo at his fingertips.

What exactly did Qi Lin do to trigger such a vicious attack?

When they were making these photos, wouldn't they feel sick in their hearts? !

Jiang Jue clutched his phone tightly, suddenly feeling a little out of breath.

He doesn't surf the Internet, but he understands basic logic.

Even if I flip through it casually, there will be so many blog posts that connotate him and slander him. The negative news and personal attacks he actually comes into contact with are definitely several times what he knows.

But Qi Lin—Qi Lin is always smiling.

Even if you walk from the dormitory to the library, you will be chased by different people for group photos and autographs along the way;

Even if he eats a bowl of noodles in the cafeteria, he will be patted around like a rare animal;

Even if he is taking elective courses in the classroom, there will always be people pointing and whispering outside the window...

He is always, every hour and every second, running the idol side, and once he leaves the dormitory, he has no private life.

He has done so much, isn't it enough?

Distressed emotions began to spread.

He couldn't even speak for a few seconds.

Jiang Jue was well protected by his family, and his experience of ugliness has always been shallow.

He sat there for a long time, unable to comprehend any of it.

Wei Feng said that you can always ask him if you don't understand anything, and his mother said that he is a pretty good person.

Jiang Jue dialed the number and began to adjust his breathing and tone.

"Hi? Xiao Jiang, do you have anything to talk about?" Wei Feng was smoking and swinging in the backyard, his voice fluctuating.

His Akita dog ran around the swing frame, howling twice from time to time.

Hearing the barking of the dog, Jiang Jue calmed down a little, and began to talk about what he had seen in the previous half hour.

"Oh, Qi Lin? I've heard of his materials. A friend works at SPF." Wei Feng thought for a while and said, "When this kid was unwrapping presents at the company, there was a letter with blood in it. The blade, he almost got scratched after taking it apart."

It is not known what kind of blood this is.

"--What?!" Jiang Jue himself didn't notice the high pitch of his voice, too many emotions were in a mess in his mind.

"Idols are different from celebrities." Wei Feng took another big puff, puffed out a smoke ring and said, "To tell you the truth, in order to be popular in this circle, it is actually creating gods and people's beliefs. "

God, is to be absolutely bright and without shadows.

All defects and insufficiencies must be beautified into sunken marks on the statue, and the image must be perfect without any blemishes.

In order to defend the supremacy of a god statue, people will try to destroy the same type of god statue to defend the uniqueness of the belief.

They are feverishly pursuing and loving a fantasy.

"But... Uncle Wei," Jiang Jue murmured while holding the phone, "There is no god in this world."

Who can be perfect and without blame.

"Yes, that's the problem." Wei Feng was quite satisfied with the child's understanding: "When people find that the brilliance of the statue is not dazzling enough, they will be angry."

If something goes wrong with their beliefs, or if something goes wrong with being slandered, anger and hostility will burst out instantly.

In order to defend the illusion of light and shadow in their hearts, they will even try to obliterate the less than perfect statue itself.

If you want to enter this circle and become popular, you have to face all these.

The pale portrait appeared in Jiang Jue's mind, and his back felt cold for no reason.

He just wants to make movies and create art, just like those many years of satisfying and hard work in the theater.

But he didn't even dare to imagine what would happen to him if he became famous or disclosed his relationship with his mother.

"Hey, hey, don't panic, little ancestor, why are you silent!" Wei Feng suddenly realized what the child was thinking, and he was glad that they had already signed the contract and could not go back on their word. As long as an actor doesn’t act as a villain, it’s actually fine, don’t compare yourself to Qi Lin—he’s a traffic star, and it’s different for him to make a living out of it!”

Jiang Jue hummed lightly, chatted briefly with him, and hung up the phone.

When Qi Lin came back, he was happily humming a little tune and shaking the keychain.

He stayed with Emperor Jiang for a whole afternoon today, and even had dinner together.

It feels so good to have a dream come true.

"Jiang Jue! Teacher Xiao Jiang! Look what I brought back for you!" As soon as he closed the door, he moved to the desk and took out a protected, rather flat, signed photo from his bag.

Jiang Yanzhi put his arms around Qi Lin's shoulders, and made a V letter with a smile.

Qi Lin was afraid that he would misunderstand that he was showing off, so he turned the photo around.

On the white background on the back, Jiang Yanzhi's handwriting is flying and dancing.

"I wish Jiang Jue every step of the way and become a better person. ——Jiang Yanzhi

"I told her that I have a very good lower berth, and I'm the leading actor in a drama theater." Qi Lin's thoughts were all on the photo, and he didn't notice that Jiang Jue's eyes were slightly red: "I don't know who your idol is, But I think this might encourage you, do you like it?"

When he looked up, he found that Jiang Jue was watching him.

Jiang Jue endured other emotions and stepped forward to hug him.

The hug was quite warm, short but powerful.

Qi Lin patted him on the back with a dazed expression.

"Although I don't know why I suddenly want to hug, but I quite like it."

He smiled and stroked Jiang Jue's hair.

"Let's work hard together."