There is a tiger sniffing the rose in my heart

After the "Exploring the Secrets of the Entertainment Circle", Jiang Chuan has become so popular that he dominates all kinds of popular Weibo every day, so whether it is his blacks or his fans, some passers-by have raised doubts, expressing that This newcomer doesn't even have a single work, and just relying on all kinds of unexpected gossip incidents, he has attracted a lot of fans and black people. It's almost like a cult organization, it's too scary.

And those black people are busy going to the microblogs of the main characters of various events every day, first cursing Jiang Chuan under the entertainment marketing microblog that broke the news; ; Then rush to Yuan Jinran’s Weibo and sigh with emotion even if she becomes a vegetable, it’s a pity that she was bombarded by Yuan Jinran’s fans and swept out; then go to Luo Ni’s Weibo to comfort her; finally Go to Jiang Chuan's Weibo to scold him happily.

It's like going on a concert tour, checking every Weibo every day.

Luo Ni and Luo Cheng were also very troubled by this matter.

First of all, Luo Cheng, the number one lying gun.

Luo Cheng called Jiang Chuan hehehehehe, and said in a rather mocking tone: "I am also very popular recently, if this continues, I may take the opportunity to make my debut... Ask Jiang Luocheng if there is any trick for me to play , let me join your crew, let the hype news of "Republic of China" occupy the hot list of the whole winter vacation."

"Don't complain," Jiang Chuan said to the person on the phone with a blank face, "I told you not to touch my hat that day."

Luo Cheng was silent for a while, contacted Jiang Chuan's job nature a little bit, and then suddenly figured out why Jiang Chuan told him not to mess around that day. He felt his hair stand on end one by one, and then he became hysterical He yelled at Jiang Chuan, who was very calm on the phone: "You didn't fucking say that someone followed our buttocks to secretly take pictures that day!!! Damn, you already knew and you didn't say it!!!!"

Jiang Chuan slightly moved the phone away from his ear and said, "You didn't ask."

Luo Cheng hung up the phone with a "snap", and then threw his mobile phone out of the window from the top floor of IM in anger. Xue Kai, one of the bosses of IM who was sitting on the sofa and witnessed the whole incident, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose: " What do you do if you throw it down and hit someone?"

"Fart!" Luo Cheng said with a pale face in excitement, "There is an open space behind!"

Xue Kai: "..."

Then there is Loni, who is lying on the second gun.

These days, Luo Ni's private Weibo that hasn't been authenticated has been dug out for some reason. Not to mention the increase of [-] to [-] fans, all kinds of idle netizens have come to her Weibo Let her not be sad at the bottom, they all said that using a character's quota to see the scumbag can be regarded as a timely stop loss——

"Even when I post breakfast on Weibo, someone will say below, 'I was just like you when I was broken in love. Even if I don't have an appetite, I have to force myself to eat food. Only by living strong can I wait until the day I beat the scumbag hard. face'——Oh my God, I just want to have breakfast! And I have a good appetite!" Loni said dumbfoundingly, "Brother Chuan, I'm sorry, why don't I just issue a statement to make it clear? "

Jiang Chuan didn't speak, but Fang Yu next to him glanced at Luo Ni, and then said in a rather cold tone: "No, they won't believe you if you tell them, and you'll even trick Jiang Chuan."

Fang Yu opened his mouth, wondering why Loni seemed to be quite afraid of him, so he never mentioned it again.

Everyone collectively turned on the mode of opening eyes and closing eyes. Whether it is the official Weibo of im company, Luo Ni or Jiang Chuan, everyone maintains a normal Weibo update frequency. Jiang Chuan originally posted relatively little, so There are also fewer worries, just watching Loni, who used to post on Weibo every day, roaring all kinds of things, "What does it have to do with being dumped by a man!" The brain tonic that Chuan bought is a disease that needs to be cured!"

Jiang Chuan: "...Huh."

Fang Yu: "Dried eggs?"

Jiang Chuan: "They actually think I can afford Hermes."

Fang Yu: "Shut up, please."

……

On the crew side, everyone is very sensible and no longer teases Jiang Chuan about the Weibo thing, but they look at him a little bit dodging - from time to time some people will come up and say, "Brother Chuan, I believe you are not this kind of person" , for such people, Jiang Chuan will politely say "thank you"; but there are still some strange people who will say, "Brother Chuan, today the Internet started to say that you were acting on the spot in Yuan Jinran's ward, and you were really mad. I'm sorry, I don't think you are this kind of person, go and see why these people say that about you", Jiang Chuan would say "hehe" kindly to such people.

He didn't know the meaning of such a smile, but once he obediently asked Fang Yu for his mobile phone, saying that someone suggested that he go online to see how others scolded him. Fang Yu was silent for a while, and didn't give Jiang Chuan his mobile phone. Instead, tell him that next time someone advises him that way, just smile and say "hehe" to that person.

Jiang Chuan obeyed obediently.

Other than that, he acted honestly and according to the original plan.

After all, Jiang Luocheng is definitely not a good person. In his opinion, if he pays the money, the actor must act for him honestly--the one who pays is the uncle, and acting is the essential job. Those gangsters on the Internet His mother didn't give you money, why do you harm your uncle's interests because they affect your working status?

On this day, the highlight of the whole prologue is finally played. This scene is that the priest Huai Jin descends from the sky on various red silk ribbons, and lands in front of Qiao Sheng and Su Su to interrupt their wedding—because the wedding in the play is at night, Therefore, the shooting time must also be at night, when everyone hurriedly ate dinner at [-]:[-] pm, wiped their mouths, and then bustlingly touched up the makeup of the actors and started work.

Xu Qianqian was putting on her red lips while complaining that the headgear was too heavy and the props were too inconsiderate. Wang Mo had already put on her makeup and put on a big red mandarin jacket, singing a self-made ditty of "I'm married again, I'm married again" and taking selfies. Opening WeChat, I don't know who I'm going to send it to... Jiang Chuan also tidied up the costume, and now with the help of the staff, he is starting to hang the wire on his waist for a while to praise "falling from the sky".

Jiang Luocheng was sitting on the sidelines watching the shots taken during the day. At this time, the expression on Jiang Luocheng's face was not very good-looking: because Luo Ni was not in good condition, she often lost her mind and forgot her words, causing her to ng several times. A little tired, he is not very satisfied with the finished product.

But he refrained from speaking.

At that time, everything was ready, Jiang Chuan stood aside, calmly listening to the martial arts instructor explain to himself how to do the scripted movements on the suspended platform - because last time he performed very well on the steel wire, so this time everyone seemed Relaxed a lot, the martial arts instructor smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said: "You did a good job last time, and this time it will definitely be fine."

Jiang Chuan touched Wia who was fixed on his waist, and said, "That..."

Martial arts instructor: "You guys do a good job! Oh, I said foreign stuntmen are amazing..."

While talking, the martial arts instructor left, ran over to tell Wang Mo what to do for a while, and stayed where Jiang Chuan was hesitant to speak—Fang Yu stood with his arms folded and looked at Jiang Chuan frowning. The hamster of Jiang Chuan’s family was squatting on his shoulder. At this moment, the hamster also had a serious face, and his small eyes rolled around. He looked at his master from the beginning to the end, and finally fixed his eyes on his waist—— Stretching out his paws and tugging at Fang Yu's earlobe, Fang Yu stretched out his hand impatiently, pulled it off and roughly stuffed it into his pocket.

The hamster was so anxious that it called "Chi Chi" twice - but this small voice was quickly covered by the noisy sounds around it.

When Jiang Luocheng shouted "", the wedding played music, the red lanterns were opened, the wedding scene was decorated with red silk, and the crowd sat at the table full of dishes talking and laughing. When the atmosphere was in place, the martial arts director After making a gesture behind the main camera seat, he descended from the sky wearing a Taoist robe and a long-haired shawl——

According to the description of the script, at this time Jiang Chuan stepped on the red silk produced by the post-production and flew down, then paused on a red silk ribbon, and got off the horse. He drew out his Suppressing Demon Sword, pulled a sword flower, and shouted "Monster"!

And just as everyone watched Jiang Chuan fall on the mid-air platform that would be lost in post-production, and was about to make a move, they watched him swaying slightly, as if his waist There was a tight moment, and then the whole person fell backwards and fell to the ground——there was a "snap", which was the terrible sound of bones hitting the ground...

The staff at the scene were stunned for a moment, and then they didn't know who yelled "It's broken", and then they saw Fang Yu rushing up first!

"What are you doing!"

Jiang Luocheng stood up from behind the monitor with a pale complexion, and loudly called the doctor following in the crew to check on Jiang Chuan's situation. At the same time, the other staff around him finally came to their senses and came rushing forward, alas. Shouting and surrounding Jiang Chuan—under the watchful eyes of everyone, a ball of hair jumped out of Fang Yu's pocket and landed on Jiang Chuan's handsome face. Wherever he got there, he looked very painful anyway, and thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The hamster stretched out its paw nervously to fiddle with the man's wrinkled eyebrows.

Somewhat at a loss.

Fang Yu called "Jiang Chuan" twice. Seeing that he didn't answer him, he became anxious. He grabbed the hamster that was circling on his face and stuffed it back into his pocket. At this time, the doctor from the crew came up and let the crowd disperse. , asked Jiang Chuan a few questions, and then checked him again, and then told everyone that Jiang Chuan was fine, just fell from a high place, maybe it was just hurt... If you are worried, please take a leave tomorrow to go to the hospital to take an X-ray Check for cracks or something.

Everyone was relieved when they heard this, and Fang Yu wiped his face and sighed: "Fuck you, I was scared to death. I took two artists, one in a vegetable state and the other seriously injured. The name of the God of Plague's agent got out." , who will dare to follow me in the future."

Everyone around heard this, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, their faces turned blue from holding back.

At this time, Jiang Chuan also sat up from the ground, frowning as if he was enduring the pain—the producer teacher called for someone to get a stretcher, so we won't be filming tonight, the director Jiang Luocheng saw that Jiang Chuan was fine, First he breathed a sigh of relief, and then the anger in his heart burned completely. The emotions that had been suppressed for several days finally broke out at this moment. He pushed aside the crowd and killed Jiang Chuan. Before he could speak, he yelled loudly— —

"There is a question I have wanted to ask you for a long time: Are you sick? Are you free to affect your work status because of the gossip on the Internet-do those people watch your TV series, those people's mothers, fathers, uncles, aunts, grandparents, etc. If you want to watch your TV series, can they force you to switch channels? Do those people give you a salary or give you ratings? They won’t give you anything, they just want to scold you to vent their bad emotions. Why do you guys Do you care so much about what they say? Let me ask you, ah, Jiang Chuan, Luo Ni, tell me why you care so much—when the phone is turned off and the computer is turned off, those people can climb up to you along the network cable and point Are you scolding you?!!"

Jiang Chuan: "No..."

Jiang Luocheng interrupted him excitedly: "It's good that you know it won't be—I'm so fucking fed up with the dark cloud-like atmosphere of the whole production crew these days. Everyone takes care of your emotions carefully. I want to scold you." The two-sentence supervisor also advised me that young people would care more if they scolded less—well, if I don’t scold you, you can make trouble for me! You fell to a broken bone or fell to death today, old man How will the next scene be filmed, huh? Because of those inexplicable people who don’t even know who they are, you acted a piece of shit and cost me millions. Are you worthy of those eyes that support the ratings? Sorry My money?!"

Jiang Chuan: "No..."

"Let me tell you, Jiang Chuan, and you, Loni—hide, hide, hide behind people so I can't see you? Damn girl—go and see for yourself how erratic your performance is in the morning What an emotionless female ghost! Jiang Chuan is okay, I wanted to praise you for not being affected much, but you just gave me this one tonight, just now, right? Emotional you Is it the rhythm of being scolded by Heizi for kidney deficiency?"

Jiang Luocheng's three paragraphs of scolding were justified and well-founded, and there was basically no pause in the middle.

At this time, the entire studio was silent, as if everyone was standing in the square listening to Martin Luther King's passionate speech, with worship written all over their faces.

Jiang Chuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry and waved his hands: "No, it's because Wei Ya was too tight. Just now, my belt couldn't come through, and when I turned around, it fell off..."

Everyone: "..."

Jiang Luocheng was silent for three seconds, then turned around and roared: "The props team is in charge, get over here!"

……

Because Jiang Chuan was injured, he had to go to the hospital to take another film tomorrow, so the filming was temporarily suspended tonight, and everyone dispersed after packing up—everyone was very happy to have a whole night of rest by accident, Jiang Luo Cheng ran to discuss with the producer teacher to change tomorrow's scene, and took away the shots that Jiang Chuan was going to shoot in the morning and shot other ones first, while Jiang Chuan himself returned to the room accompanied by Fang Yu and their assistants... During the whole process, Jiang Chuan kept the hamster squatting on his shoulders, holding his ears the whole time, as if he was afraid that the owner would fall to the ground and break himself into pieces if he let go.

Jiang Chuan went back to the room and took off his costume. His back was bruised and scratched, and he looked extremely miserable.

Fang Yu turned his head and asked the life assistant to get the disinfectant wine. Jiang Chuan sat by the bed with his costume hanging on his waist and his upper body naked to remove his makeup. The hamster squatted on the table beside him, looking at him worriedly.

"Your back, tsk tsk, you can only sleep on your stomach for the next few days." Fang Yu said with emotion, "Fortunately, the table is not very high, otherwise it will be troublesome if you break your sternum... …You too, why didn’t you tell me in time if the tightness of the steel wire is not suitable.”

"I want to say," Jiang Chuan threw away the makeup remover cotton in his hand, "I didn't have time."

At the same time, the hamster squatting on the table turned its head and looked at Fang Yu with reproachful eyes - Fang Yu was inexplicable, and suddenly felt a little guilty, muttering "Look at the dead mouse", and then Turning his face away... Seeing that he stopped talking, Jiang Chuan continued to remove his makeup. The hamster jumped from the table to his lap, then climbed up along his arm muscles, and climbed onto his shoulder. Looking at the colorful icy back on his back with his round buttocks——

Master's beautiful back! ! ! ! !

I am the only one who can leave sexy scratches on it—but I was preempted by the land father-in-law! ! ! ! ! ! !

The hamster beat its chest and stamped its feet.

At this time, Fang Yu went to put hot water in Jiang Chuan's disinfected bathtub and came back. He sat next to the bed and watched him remove the makeup on his eyes while scrolling through Weibo. It was exploded again, and it was Li Gouhai who said it... At the end he also expressed some emotion, read it to you--'The reason why the brain-damaged fans are called brain-damaged is because they put their idols first in everything, such a group Although they are annoying, but compared to the brainless black, they are cute, after all, the world is always bright in their eyes."

Jiang Chuan stopped pouring makeup remover water on the makeup remover cotton, turned his head, and looked at Fang Yu.

The half-removed face was dark around the eye circles, which looked rather funny-the hamster squatting on his shoulder saw this, and stretched out its paw to wipe it for him, but it didn't wait for two times , and was gently pulled down by the man's movements... Jin Ran twisted it in the man's warm and generous palm, and then fell silent.

"This Li Gou is like a closed-circuit camera, there is nothing he doesn't know about, and he speaks in such a cheap tone, which is like Yuan Jinran's true biography..." Fang Yu touched his chin and said, "I really want to know who he is .”

Jiang Chuan turned his head and stared at Fang Yu for a while. The latter was terrified by him, moved his butt to the side again and again, and asked, "Why are you looking at me? Anyway, this person is not me."

Jiang Chuan said "Oh", and said very irresponsibly, "That's Yuan Jinran."

"Yuan Jinran is lying dead in the hospital, using brainwaves to send you Weibo to cleanse you?" Fang Yu waved his hand with a grumpy expression, "Crazy."

Jiang Chuan took Fang Yu's cell phone and opened Weibo to read the comments again. Fang Yu was distracted because he mentioned Yuan Jinran at this time, and the phone was taken away without paying attention. When he reacted, he heard Jiang Chuan squatted next to him in a calm voice and read aloud: "'The atmosphere in the entertainment circle is spoiled by people like Jiang Chuan. When you are new, you can learn some bad things without learning. People like him can go far. Strange.'"

Fang Yu: "..."

Jiang Chuan: "'It's what you deserve for falling off, it should be a show to win sympathy.'"

Fang Yu: "..."

Jiang Chuan: "'Please don't talk about this person anymore, it's annoying to watch, isn't it hyped enough? If you have a work, you will die if you hype it again. This pair of eager to eat is really ugly-oh yes, I Just a passer-by, please do not identify.'”

Fang Yu: "..."

Jiang Chuan: "'If I fall into the hospital, I will believe it. Isn't this good? I don't sympathize—'"

Before Jiang Chuan could finish reading, Fang Yu snatched the mobile phone from his hand. The manager frowned and said, "Don't read it, the more you read it, the more annoying it gets."

Jiang Chuan: "Oh, it's all right."

Fang Yu put away his phone and stared at Jiang Chuan: "...you have been acting quite calm recently, I thought you were not affected much - in fact, you still feel a little bit, uncomfortable or something? After all In the past, you were not a public figure, and being pointed at and scolded by so many people, ordinary people may not have this opportunity in their entire lives..."

Jiang Chuan thought for a while, then nodded expressionlessly: "Actually, it's okay, it's not like my father pointed a gun at his head... But I didn't think too much about it at that time, after all, he was only my son. At that age again, if you kill me, I won’t be able to give birth to another—"

Fang Yu: "...?"

"Just kidding." Jiang Chuan said after a pause.

"It's good that you're fine. If you're not happy, you must tell me—you can also tell that ghost friend of yours. Don't hold it in your heart, and be careful."

Fang Yu sighed, raised his hand and patted Jiang Chuan's shoulder, with a look of silence, Jiang Chuan smiled softly, turned around and continued to remove makeup, and the room returned to the beginning quiet.

A rhythm that can be heard when a needle falls on the ground.

But the two humans in the room didn't know that at this moment, there was another living creature in the room who witnessed and heard the whole conversation: Jiang Chuan didn't smile, it's a good thing, this smile made the hamster squatting on his lap cry about to fall—

That's so distressing, those bastards are brainless!

At this moment, in the hamster's mind, it was already wearing a battle armor, riding Xiao Hei (?) on its crotch, holding a bayonet high in its hand, shouting "Demacia", and rushing into a black crowd surrounded by holy light. In the middle, kill them all without leaving a piece of armor - wherever they go, black blood is flying everywhere - that's right, in Jinran's eyes, the blood flowing from those black bodies is black!

Trembling with anger.

Even if he was scolded, he wasn't that angry.

Although I don't know exactly why I am angry-after all, as a public figure, these things seem to be basically necessary to go through.

So after getting angry, Jinran was deeply hurt again, he simply resented himself for being like this now, even Gen Jiang Chuan didn't have a chance to communicate normally, so he could only hug his wrist and rub it like an idiot To express his own bad feelings - if he is human, he can hug him with open arms, comfort him, overwhelm him, wrap him in the pillow so that he can only think about himself and not about other weird people , and then delivered a passionate speech of [-] words, giving him an analysis of the status quo and future direction of black fans in the entertainment industry.

There is still a long way to go.

Jinran really wanted to tell Jiang Chuan all his experience of bumping and bumping all the way up to today, so that at least he would feel that he was useful.

Thinking of this, he deeply felt his own uselessness. The hamster's nose soured, and he buried his face in the owner's arms and thought about it. , put it on the table, gave it a handful of snacks, turned around and went into the bathroom to take a shower.Fang Yu surfed the net outside for a while, poked the hamster that was facing him with its buttocks, then raised his voice and said to Jiang Chuan in the bathroom, he went back first, and a car would come to pick them up to the hospital tomorrow morning.

Jiang Chuan responded in the bathroom.

Fang Yu left.

The room fell silent.

Xiao Hei poked his head out of the cage, and asked the shivering milk tea who was squatting next to a pile of food expressionlessly, "Why are you crying?"

Milk Tea sobbed and said, "I didn't cry."

Xiao Hei: "Crybaby."

Jin Ran said, "Get out! You're just crying... blah blah."

About half an hour later, Jiang Chuan came out of the bathroom, looked at the bruise ointments on the bed, ran to the mirror and took a look at his back, and finally seemed not interested in those bruise ointments, so he picked them up and went He threw it on the table, changed into his nightgown, and lay down on the bed with wet hair.

The hamster jumped off the table, landed on the bench, and then jumped from the bench to the bed - when it landed on the soft quilt, it made a soft "snap" sound, and then it hurriedly walked along the quilt all the way to the owner head forward.

Jiang Chuan covered the quilt and pulled the quilt under his chin, so the hamster squatted on the edge of the quilt, trying to stretch its round body, stretched out its claws, and carefully touched the man's chin.

"Well, fat, do you want to sleep with me tonight?"

The hamster withdrew its claws and raised its arms to say: yesido.

Jiang Chuan blinked, and lay down a little bit—the hamster slipped and landed on his face—as if he was afraid that Jiang Chuan would dislike him, the hamster immediately moved its fat body, clumsily moved away from his face , landed on the pillow next to him.

A small lump sank into the pillow.

Jiang Chuan lay down, stared at the ceiling and thought for a while, and then suddenly said without end: "Fang Yu said that I should feel uncomfortable-but in fact, it's not uncomfortable, but it's a bit strange, and I didn't do anything to them. What, why do these people hate me like I dug their ancestral graves."

Sincerely: "..."

Jinran squatted beside Jiang Chuan's pillow, did not speak, but silently moved his body towards the man beside him, letting his furry body lean against his company at a distance that would not cause trouble to the other party ——In fact, Jiang Chuan can answer the confusion raised by him.

And the answer he wanted was much uglier and worse than what Jiang Chuan thought.

——These people don't hate him at all, they are just venting their negative emotions, it has nothing to do with who they are scolding, and they don't care about drifting away to live their own lives after scolding these words What kind of impact will those who bear these remarks be affected by? This is just an insignificant episode in their lives. After they finish scolding, they may forget about it when they turn around... Only when fans who defend stars come up to scold them , they would feel that they were innocent enough to die, and they all said that they were just making a few casual comments, why was he besieged by fans, he was just a cute ordinary person.

When arguing with reason, I still don't forget to scold the stars and fans for their virtue, glass-hearted or something.

Ah, but they can't be blamed entirely.

I really remember that I saw a certain celebrity say something very well on a variety show before. She said, you don’t need to care about what the only black one among the one hundred people who encourages you is talking about. There are so many people left who spend so much time typing to encourage you, it is actually unfair to them that you are so tangled up for a black person.

This is true in life, you will never know what happened to those who hurt you that caused them to be in a bad mood and utter bad words, and you have no obligation to bear their emotions.

Thinking of this, Jinran couldn't help raising her hind paws, and scratched her furry face helplessly.

It's a pity that he couldn't convey this truth to Jiang Chuan well.

Being a hamster is hard work.

"Fang Yu said, if I feel unhappy, I should talk to someone."

"..."

"But thinking about the people I know, hearing me say these things, knowing that I'm bothered by such a small thing, they should be laughed out of their teeth - and probably laugh at me for it for the rest of their lives."

"..."

"So I can't tell them," Jiang Chuan turned over, stretched out his finger, and poked the hamster that was close at hand, sluggishly keeping its buttocks tickling and turning its head to stare at him, "tell Ah Fei Just say it."

"..."

Looking closely, Jiang Chuan's face is breathtakingly handsome.

When the man whispered and complained, the long and thick eyelashes drooped like a butterfly about to fly, flapping his wings lightly... Gao Ting's bridge of nose cast a small shadow on one side of his cheek, those pair of eyes The azure blue pupils are bottomless, but they are rippling, as if hiding thousands of emotions - when you accidentally look at each other, you can easily fall into them.

Tell, ah, fat, talk, talk, just, okay.

Sincerely: "..."

I decided, I'd better be a cute hamster for the time being.