Son of the Bone

After the charity performance ended, life returned to its normal state, and both of them were in the buffer period.

One continued to act in dramas on weekends, and tried hard to hold the role amidst the cheers of fans in the audience.Another started nibbling on the film's original novel in preparation for the audition.

In the calm, what Ling Jiang never expected was that a series of accusations and speculations had been fermenting on the Internet for a long time.

He didn't have the habit of searching for himself on Weibo, because after the popularity of "Star Path" passed, the discussion about him was more about his appearance.

But after the public welfare performance, when he was watching the content related to Qi Lin, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his name——

"Don't look at the innocent white lotus Jiang Bitch pretends to be!Didn't he use Qi Lin's enthusiasm to hype every day that he can have today? 』

"Never hype Jiang Bailian x crazy drama"

"Every time I go out with Qi Lin, he sticks to him - if my roommate does this, I will definitely beat him, okay?" 』

"My Qi is really well-educated, and I have never been embarrassed by paparazzi. I feel really distressed when I encounter such a dog skin plaster."

……

When Jiang Jue saw these words, for a moment he felt that his blood froze.

He is not such a person, and he did not deliberately seek anything by getting close to Qi Lin.

These people guessed these things out of thin air, and took pictures of the group photos they went in and out together to see the picture, and all kinds of unwarranted charges were all charged in the same way——

It was like being splashed with a bucket of ice water.

Qi Lin went back to the dormitory to get the textbooks, saw his beloved standing there with a pale face, keenly felt something was wrong: "What happened?"

Jiang Jue showed him his mobile phone, and the comment section was already full of fans from various factions.

Some people raised the banner of the CP Party because they often saw photos of the two of them together, and they were hyped up by other fans.

There are also some people who simply can't understand Jiang Jue's pretentious appearance, and want to humiliate him by hollowing out their vocabulary.

Qi Lin wrapped his shoulders with one hand, as if he was afraid that he would feel insecure, and turned the front and back with the other hand.

"What do you think?" He looked at the slightly trembling Jiang Jue who was humiliated.

The other party has been living in a very cultivated world, where has he heard so many ugly words.

"I can explain," Jiang Jue gritted his teeth, "These are all explainable—I'll open Weibo and explain to them!"

"You can't leave." Qi Lin said calmly: "If you want public relations, your company or my team can use it."

"But if you argue with them, you've already lost."

Jiang Jue raised his head with a look of disbelief: "Why can't you explain? The ins and outs of these things are very clear, and I have no interest relationship with you."

Reason always worked, didn't it, when he was being treated unfairly in the theater and at school.

Qi Lin couldn't help laughing.

Jiang Jue's public debut was too short.

"I don't have the attitude of letting things go." He pulled Jiang Jue to sit down, took out a notebook from the desk next to him, and handed it to him.

Jiang Jue had never seen this calfskin-covered notebook before. He glanced at the sincere Qi Lin and opened the notebook.

Various quotations were actually copied in it, and some words were copied more than a dozen times.

He can still vaguely recognize that there is a passage in the "Qing Jing Sutra".

"Look at this paragraph, I also saw it on Weibo."

A big V named 'Little Yang loves to eat sauced elbow' quoted such a sentence from her friend.

"Arguing with someone who is not worth arguing is like playing chess with pigeons.

Even if every move you make is justified, the opponent will still knock over the pieces and shit on the board, and then strutting around the board in a triumphant manner. 』

At the bottom of this page, six or seven lines were neatly copied, as if a primary school student was copying silently.

Qi Lin was actually too embarrassed to hand this book to him, after all, it was a prop for him to vent his emotions.

"You also know that there have been a lot of controversies since I debuted." He said softly: "I couldn't help many times, wanting to post those black people on Weibo, or directly questioning them if they have any evidence—even if the company sends a lawyer's letter, One person calms down, and the next person starts talking nonsense again."

Tossing with them is not enough to solve the problem.

Jiang never thought that he would trust himself to this extent.

Because there are too many things recorded in this book.

The handwriting on some pages is still very green, and the writing is messy.

But there will be sighs 'so sad', 'why things have become like this. '

And the confessional 'Can these people be reasonable about who invited them here'.

All the negative emotions are in this little book, which is cleaned up like a garbage transfer station.

Qi Lin will neither let those extreme and dirty words stay in his memory for too long, nor will he transfer these malice to other people.

During the period when his idol set was in business, he was that energetic young man who loves to laugh.

Jiang Jue sighed, stretched out his arms to hug him, leaned on his neck and said slowly: "Senior, thank you for your guidance."

He originally thought that he might have been teaching him acting and lines during the four years of university, but the longer the time passed, the more he could discover countless things to learn from the other party.

Not long after, he went to have a meal with his parents, and finally decided on the role to play in the script.

"Fairy Painting" was written by Bai Ping after two years of creation.

Related settings and stories have been adapted into novels by his studio, and this year it has already ranked among the top five bestsellers.

The two main characters in fairy paintings are Wu Zhu who grew up in an ancient village, and the other is the elegant and slender Oriental dragon and its human incarnation.

Wu Zhu strayed into the fairy painting, entered the huge and magnificent Nine Heavens Realm, and met the young dragon trapped under the Profound Handle Pillar.

One wanted to return to their homeland, and the other wanted to usurp the throne and kill the emperor, but they collided by mistake and together overturned the whole world.

The fairy paintings in the movie are more like one portal after another, and the little fairy who can't help drawing after drinking too much peach wine is also one of the important characters.

Bai Ping is usually quite polite to other cast members, but he completely let go of his disguise in front of his wife and son, just wanting to pamper them both—Jiang Jue has been slow to choose a role, and he has never opened auditions.

Jiang Jue thought for a long time, and finally chose the villain role of young dragon Yun Ye.

Although the villain was played in the last movie, and both characters have the motivation of chaos, but the core is completely different.

Tantai Ming's scheme is a Yang scheme.

He speaks eloquently, uses both directions, changes his face like a mask, and speaks impeccably, brightly and coldly.

But Yun Ye is more like a tragic villain in the script.

And in the end, the Heavenly Court changed hands, Wu Zhu's identity was reversed, and when he took power as the orphan of the god, Yun Ye didn't ask for anything, he just took a long look at the Qingluan Palace where the singing and dancing was peaceful, and then left on the cloud.

The motivation and mental journey of this character are quite complicated, and the stubborn and presumptuous side is something that Jiang Jue has never challenged before.

The whole family surrounded the small charcoal stove with cloisonné and boiled the tripe of sheep tail. Jiang Yanzhi listened to their analysis and discussion, and suddenly asked, "Have you considered finding an opportunity to disclose the relationship between our family?"

Bai Ping was originally full of scripts, but when he heard this sentence, he was surprised and looked at Jiang Jue.

They have been secretly married for many years, and it is not a problem to make it public at any time.

The point is what Jiang Jue thinks.

"I don't think...now is the time." Jiang Jue put down his chopsticks, thought for a while and said, "How about this, if I have a share of the Golden Wutong Award this year, how about we make it public together?"

He knew how his parents wanted to openly come and go with him, but he was unwilling to appear in the eyes of others under the prestige without actual achievements.

Although Qi Lin told himself, there is no need to end, and there is no need to explain to those people.

But he instinctively wanted to avoid more of these speculations and hostility.

Bai Ping scooped up a spoonful of mushroom soup for his son, and glanced at Jiang Yanzhi: "Look, it's exactly the same as you were 20 years ago."

Jiang Yanzhi thought of something, lowered his head, covered his face and smiled.

As soon as the audition recruitment for "Fairy Painting" was released, Qi Lin was woken up when he fell asleep.

"This time——I really can't help you this time, little ancestor!" Uncle Fan said with a copy sheet: "This audition will take four rounds, and you can choose from four male roles and one male lead—this It's a movie with two male protagonists, the script hasn't come out yet, have you read the novel?"

Sleepily, Qi Lin moved the book on top of his head to the pillow, and said vaguely, "I'm almost finished reading it...why do you need four rounds?"

"Because [-]% of it is a full green screen performance, and [-]% of it is going to the scenic spots around the world-you hurry up, the first round is only three days." Uncle Fan urged rather worryingly: "I want to make a short video to recommend myself. Hurry up and come to the company, my photographer will cheer you up!"

This film is a big production in the true sense, and even many actors from other East Asian and Southeast Asian countries came to apply for it.

It takes four rounds to brush people layer by layer, and one can imagine how many competitors there are.

Qi Lin jumped up suddenly, almost putting on his coat backwards.

It's quite late now, and the SPF is gone except for the layers of the trainees.

Pale lights illuminated the aisle, and many people gathered in a conference room, discussing different plans fiercely.

SPF obviously also hopes that he can make a successful transition.

As soon as Qi Lin came to Uncle Fan, he was dragged away to put on makeup, hairdo and change clothes.

"Director Bai said that if you want to run for any role, you must first record a VCR yourself, explaining why you choose this movie, why you choose this role, and how you think about this role—" Uncle Fan read out the requirements in a serious manner, and tried Looking at him cautiously: "I think it's necessary to write a small composition and memorize the manuscript?"

Qi Lin was choked by the smell of hairspray and sneezed two or three times. He rubbed his nose and said, "Give me the pen, and I will write."

The make-up artist next to him grabbed his messy nose and re-shadowed his wings.

Then it passed overnight.

Until today, Qi Lin really felt how hard it is to write a small essay.

Seven thick original books were brought over, and all relevant materials and backgrounds were placed on the table.

In the beginning, there were a group of people accompanying him to help with the analysis. Later, he sat there alone to write and revise, and everyone else went to the lounge to catch up on sleep.

At this time, Qi Lin felt quite like a composition for the college entrance examination. He was afraid that the words and sentences would be inappropriate, and he was afraid that the analysis would be too superficial.

After going through the draft several times, I seized the time to recite the words, used the teleprompter, and recorded three or four times with real emotion in front of the camera.

Uncle Fan made a video, but he was afraid that it would not be enough, so he suggested to him to have a talent show at the end like an old father.

Qi Lin thought to himself that his skills were honed by Bai Ping and his team... Could Uncle Bai not know how many somersaults he could do?

In the end, I recorded a section of singing and playing the zither——

Guzheng only knows two or three pieces of music, and the difficulty is not high, but it seems that the fairy air should be right.

When he finally finished editing and color-grading the self-recommendation video, he returned to school after two days, anxiously waiting for the announcement.

Unexpectedly, six or seven people had already gathered in the rehearsal room, apparently waiting for him.

"What's the situation?" Qi Lin looked at Jiang Jue, who was drinking coffee next to Fang Chengran, and felt that he had missed something.

"Final exam rehearsal, forgot?" Fang Chengran raised his eyebrows and said, "You came too late, the roles have already been assigned."

This year is the sophomore year—the final exam of the sophomore year, there must be classic interpretations of famous works at home and abroad.

Qi Lin's back suddenly turned cold, and he thought that if he really acted in "Romeo and Juliet", with those weird lines, he might fail the exam.

And other scripts, like "La Traviata" or "An Enemy of the People", either have awkward lines, or complicated and confusing scheduling. The seniors of the previous years once broadcast the scene of a car accident when reporting on the performance, and finally cried I went back and rebuilt it.

"We chose The Little Prince." Lin Jiuguang, who was sitting on the cushion flipping through the magazine, said slowly.

This script is pure, simple, and full of settings.

Qi Lin came to play the prince, and the fox was Jiang Jue.