Long time talent and deep love [entertainment circle]

The rain in late autumn slanted down quickly, sucking in the dust, absorbing the breath of the soil, and crawling on the dry ground.

The wind-rolled curtain dances enchantingly, gracefully.

"Baby, what are you doing? Come here quickly."

He Ercheng closed the window and returned to the study after hearing the sound again.

The paintbrush in his hand has been halfway through, bright paints are scattered all over the floor, and the visual conflict in the palette comes from the inspiration he just had.

"Are you alright?" Quan Zhilong urged again.

He Ercheng sat beside him, looking at the semi-finished bust portrait of a woman, and said, "I don't know how to do it, you should draw it, and I'll do it just by looking at it."

"Come on, I'll teach you, you can't draw fruits all the time, try it." He raised his arm, hugged her into his arms, and directed her to hold the pen, "Relax, just follow my movements."

In the early morning, with a clean face pressed against a fair face, he whispered softly: "This is the hair, then the eyes, and then the nose."

"Okay, that's it. Next, add some other colors to make it look plump. The depth of the color is also related to the strength. Then add some water."

"Draw a flower or something, will it be richer? Or draw a mole, it will look a bit..." Even though it is a semi-finished product under his command, He Ercheng still feels that he needs to add something yearning for life Things are just like her.

The pile of fruits in the corner was painted and signed childishly.

"For Li Zhien, I don't mind if you want to draw an orange or a flower or something, but it looks a bit strange. Now it's good, and it can be regarded as the completion of the two of us." Quan Zhilong looked proudly, The neck stretches the shin back a bit more.

Take off the gloves, put the palette on a plate, return everything to its original position, put the painting on the easel in a corner, and send it out as long as it is air-dried and then mounted.

When the door came in, there was already a thick layer of calligraphy and painting on the cabinet behind, all of which were written by He Ercheng, an artistic calligraphy.

Quan's father no longer knows how many cards he took from here to give away.

He Ercheng counted the quantity, and took out a few that seemed to be quite satisfactory, and wanted to take them to grandpa. If you don't want to go, you can take them with you.

Quan Zhilong circled her again with both hands, his hot breath fell on his earlobe, and he softly read the name: "Er Cheng, the certificate of the house is here, do you want to take a look?"

He Ercheng shrank her neck, a little itchy: "No need, you can put it away."

"What about the decoration?" He sniffed the familiar scent of shampoo, which was exactly the same as his own.He looked at the stopped movement, "What's wrong?"

"No, I'm a little tired, so I'm a god. You can decide on the decoration. I really don't understand at all. Anyway, the cards are all with you. The only money I have left is my grandma's inheritance. I can't move it. They are still there. Appeal." He Ercheng turned around and caught the breath that was close.

The distance between two people is only 0.1 mm, like a thin layer of paper.

"Don't talk about money, can you concentrate a little more." He touched the side of his face with his hand and pressed it against his forehead, his uncontrollable emotions seemed to be hesitating, "Tell me, if you want to stay here, you should go back to your room." After speaking, he went back to the room again. He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Oppa."

"Hush -- I drank some wine yesterday, and I'm very sober today." The moment when the strong arms wrapped around his waist, and finally squeezed his lips, it seemed that the passion that had been prepared for a long time was uncontrollably plundered.

Sometimes domineering and sometimes gentle.

He Ercheng suddenly felt that no matter how much he didn't like it, it seemed that under his kiss, it could only be regarded as indulgence of lust, as if it was a competition, and he hoped that he could persevere until the end.

With the sound of rain, we can also distinguish each other's breathing.

From the beating of the heart, there is always a little discomfort at first.

Her face would always be red to the ears because of such things, and her clear eyes could penetrate his heart just looking at it like that.

"Am I still cute?"

"Sometimes... so cute!"

He gnawed hard, leaving no space and strength for her to speak.

He Ercheng was startled, a little surprised, this intimacy was unexpectedly aggravated.

The blocked gap couldn't be moved away with a pinprick. Her hands grabbed the shirt, and he held it and unbuttoned it.

No, it wasn't her doing it.

"Don't feel embarrassed, it's normal."

For a long time, under his guidance, the blood seemed to be attached to the surface of the skin, and every inch was rosy.

He's still leaving.

But before leaving, he didn't want to see her reluctant eyes, grabbed his hand again, and hugged him, saying that he didn't want him to go, that he didn't want to leave.

When he was gone, she was still busy with her own affairs, and even responded to him selectively according to her mood.

It should be him who is more reluctant to leave. He has more emotions, but he still needs to hide it. As a man, work is only a part of his life's responsibilities.

Therefore, he has arranged for the 72 hours of his return this time, and used all his emotions in the moment when he seemed to be leaving in the next second and was reluctant.

At this time, she was hugging the pillow, and there was regular music playing on the bedside.

Quan Zhilong's last shallow kiss, at such a moment, sadness will emerge unconsciously, and his eyes will dance.Thinking of the dazed and empty feeling when she wakes up with the person she is most familiar with suddenly not around, it feels really bad.

"Baby, love you. Wait for me to come back."

A few days later, an interview video appeared on the Internet. It was from He's mother who admitted that she had met He Ercheng's boyfriend several times, and he was Quan Zhilong in the recording of "Hyori Homestay".

She didn't read it carefully, but only saw that the title was said by He Ercheng's biological mother. The number of reposts and hits of the video had already exceeded [-].

At the same time, He Ercheng received a call from Teacher Hong Meilan, saying that there was a problem with the publisher. A Chinese businessman asked her book not to be published. I have tasted the sweetness, I hope this time will be better than last time, and the author himself has attended two variety shows, and the attention has been followed by many people like his younger brother. Compared with the last time, this time will only be better.

He Ercheng didn't even have time to change clothes, so he went out directly to the appointment, and the businessman was there.

"Are you up?" Quan Zhilong asked affectionately on the phone.

But all He Ercheng's thoughts were there, and he couldn't speak properly: "What?"

Quan Zhilong was very strange: "Can't I call you if I have nothing to do? You don't miss me at all."

"Oh~ I think, I'm sorry, Ouba, I'm in a hurry and I have to go out." He Ercheng was a little panicked, if someone intervened, the liquidated damages would not be a small sum, and now, in terms of money, she It is absolutely not allowed to have negative output.

"I saw that matter, don't be in a hurry, and don't be in a hurry to respond immediately, it's just lip service, the more timely the explanation, the more people will think you are guilty, so, it doesn't matter." Quan Zhilong said It was Mama He's video, which the company had shown him, and the general idea was similar to what he thought.

"It's not this, I don't have time to talk to her now, it's a book, I'm about to publish a book, but the publisher said that a Chinese businessman refused to let it go, and said it was my decision, and I'm about to go there now .”

"Then there's no need to worry. The copyright is in your hands. You can do what you say. Moreover, you signed the publishing contract yourself. If you want to go back on it, you have to go back on it yourself."

"I see, I won't tell you anymore, I have to go to the teacher's side, call later, hang up."

Quan Zhilong hung up the phone before he could say goodbye, and murmured into the phone: "Don't pay attention to me at all, so you will lose me, so take care of yourself."

Jiang Dacheng laughed happily: "What's wrong with you, Er Chengxi?"

Quan Zhilong pretended to be stupid: "No, that's it."

Dong Yong Pei joked: "Except for her, can you have such big emotions? Just pretend you."

After a little tidying up, I started shooting again.

And He Ercheng didn't stop at all. When she arrived at the agreed place, she saw her grandfather sitting there. She was a little confused about the situation. Then she thought about the Chinese businessman that Teacher Hong Meilan said...

Go in and greet her politely. The teacher has already ordered her the orange juice she likes to drink. When she saw the greeting, she used Chinese, as if the tone was familiar: "He is..."

The publisher didn't come over, because this matter sounded a little angry, and the cooperation was good last time, and this time the sudden breach of contract would not allow exclusive publishing. Relying on being a friend of Teacher Hong Meilan, he directly told the teacher about this matter.

It sounds like Teacher Hong Meilan is going to solve this matter.

"Teacher, he is my grandma's elder brother. I found my grandma's relatives in China some time ago, and he is also my grandfather." I saw a healthy old man in a white shirt, a suit and sunglasses. He looks young, and he doesn't look like an old man in his 70s.

He was accompanied by a secretary and a burly bodyguard.

Teacher Hong Meilan said in a low voice: "I thought it was going underground. It scared me to death. If it was your grandpa, why did you suddenly stop publishing the matter?"

He Ercheng coughed lightly, and said to the old man: "Grandpa, she is my teacher, and she was also my teacher's help when my last book was published, so she can be regarded as a mentor. Without her, my first book would not be so good." It sold well, and she helped me contact the publisher."

Mr. Jian tilted his head indifferently, and glanced at his granddaughter through the sunglasses: "Say thank you for me."

He Ercheng was a little embarrassed and said, "Grandpa, why can't my book be published? The teacher has read it, I have revised it, and signed the contract."

Mr. Jane said: "Since you are writing your grandma's book, should you ask me? I haven't seen the first draft. Also, I am your grandma's brother. I know some things better than you. Should you ask me again?" I discuss it, bring it back and modify it, and, your grandmother is Chinese, half of your blood is still kept by our Jane family, should China be the first hairstyle market?"

He Ercheng didn't expect that grandpa would care so much. Indeed, this book is about grandma's era and what grandma experienced. As an older brother, he should care most about it. If some parts are not ideal, it is for his younger sister. The slander should be more careful and prudent.

She relayed her grandfather's thoughts to Teacher Hong Meilan.

Teacher Hong Meilan agrees. If it's the old gentleman's sister, then we should respect his idea, but on the other hand: "Er Cheng, you signed the contract. What about the liquidated damages?"

"I..." He Ercheng has no money, already.

The assistant next to him clung to the old man's ear, as if he had said something. The old man said: "I will pay the liquidated damages, you write, and I will decide on the publication."

"But... grandpa, this is me after all..."

The old man said sternly: "I am your grandfather, I have the ability, do as I say."

He Ercheng said euphemistically: "Teacher, the liquidated damages order is mainly because she is still your friend, and you will always see her when you go out in the future. Will it affect it?"

Teacher Hong Meilan said: "Hey~ If it's about interests, don't talk about feelings. Last time your book was published, you made a lot of money. Did I ask her to have a meal? She didn't invite me to dinner either. If there is a stable market like China, I believe it will be better than here. Your grandfather just said that the first release market is China. If the sales volume is good, then consider here, and then find her again. After all, the liquidated damages are earned. But if your grandfather has other channels, I can also say that the copyright belongs to you, and I am only offering opinions, so she will have nothing to say."

After the matter is finalized as Grandpa said, you have to read it before deciding whether to add some details. Teacher Hong Meilan has already read the original manuscript, and basically will not move it. In fact, the main purpose is the first market. This part There is great conflict.

He Ercheng called the publisher to confirm the cancellation of the publishing plan, and her grandpa will take over the next work, and her main task now is to send the manuscript to Grandpa for review, and the next step is to revise it A process of adding content.

As soon as he returned home, He Ercheng sent a message to Quan Zhilong [It was resolved, but I decided to terminate the contract and not publish it for the time being. Grandpa said that he hadn't read it yet. Even if he had read it, he still had to find a publisher in China. , the first release cannot be here. 】

But she didn't know what she was doing at this time, so she sent a message first.

Just as I took out the key to open the door, I found a package on the ground with the words "He Ercheng received it", a package similar to a courier.

"Who put it here?" He Ercheng checked around, and there were no other people in plain clothes or similar courier clothes nearby except for the security guards who occasionally passed by.

Quan Zhilong called, and He Ercheng answered the door only after opening the door: "Well, did you send me a courier?"

The first time, He Ercheng thought of him, didn't he also send a large box of snacks when we first met, only he would do such a thing.

"No, by the way, the termination of the contract is confirmed? How much is the liquidated damages? My card should be enough." Quan Zhilong asked subconsciously. After all, all the expenses now are only the card, except The two big expenses last time, I don’t use them very much, and the variety shows I star in don’t have much money, so I don’t have much money if I use them casually.

"No, grandpa said to help me with the rest of the matter." He Ercheng said while putting the courier on the table, went to the kitchen to find the knife, and turned back.

Quan Zhilong sat down and said, "If he can help you connect with a larger market, then more people will recognize your work."

"Well, Teacher Hong Meilan thought the same way. At first I was worried because the publisher was a friend of the teacher." He Ercheng turned on the loudspeaker and said.

The scissors in her hand directly cut open the courier box, and she opened it without warning, but was disgusted by the pile of dead rats inside, her stomach was overwhelmed, a sour feeling came to her heart, and she ran to the bathroom to vomit.

Black and furry, her eyes still open, her heart was racing with fear, and the red threatening note read "Dirty, go to hell".

Quan Zhilong said for a long time that he didn't hear a response, and kept asking: "He Ercheng, what are you doing, and you're ignoring me again, am I boring? Anyway, if you don't hang up, I'll just keep... "

He Ercheng resealed the box without looking at it when he came back, and said calmly to Quan Zhilong on the phone: "Ouba, when are you coming back?"

"I just asked such a question. It should have been asked a long time ago. It will take more than a week. Go back to the video at night, so don't go to bed too early." Quan Zhilong even decided to make an agreement with He Ercheng in advance when he decided to make a video at night, as if It's the other way around.

"Then let's video at night, I'll go upstairs to take a nap first, by the way, what do you want to do with your last painting, do you want me to send it over? I'm afraid Zhien is still busy when you come back, and Zhien sent it Here is a bottle of wine for you, I brought it yesterday, where should I put it, your mother is not at home." He Ercheng said while taking things out of the box and throwing them into the trash can.

But the stuff in there is always in my mind, and it will appear from time to time.

"You can put it anywhere you want, go to take a nap first, and wait for me to come back." The ending sound behind him is a bit playful.

He Ercheng was stunned for a moment, with black lines on his face, and said, "Suddenly, I don't expect so much anymore. Make good money and hang up."

Hanging up the phone again, Quan Zhilong wanted to ask, shouldn't it be you and me who are on the phone between lovers, are they reluctant to part?She has already answered the phone and replied to the message with the most diligent attitude, doesn't she want to hear nice sweet words from him?

The author has something to say: I have already started to lay the groundwork for this breakup scene.

I went to bed at 1 o'clock in the morning yesterday and woke up at 5 o'clock in the morning and couldn't fall asleep. I'll continue to code.

I can't sleep until I'm done, and I'm a little too involved in my own ideas.

You won't just abuse the heroine, you have to abuse them together, let's see who wins.