Did the celebrity fall today? [Entertainment]

Jian Xiangdi not only went, but also agreed to take everyone to go together.

Because he was afraid of the small space, Jian Xiangdi chose an extra large RV, and opened all the partitions into one room.

His RV has a bar, a projection screen, and he can also sing K. It is not a problem to accommodate a dozen people.

Young people like to be lively, and after getting Jian Xiangdi's permission, they all gathered in front of the karaoke stand, and even Wang Tiantian left Zhuang Jing and ran away.

Zhuang Jing sat on the small sofa by the window and watched them quarrel.

His body sank, Jian Xiangdi sat down beside him, half opened the window, the cold wind swished in, and the cold moisture covered Zhuang Jing's face.

Zhuang Jing:?

Jian Xiangdi: "There are too many people, I need to take a breath."

Suddenly his brows furrowed, Zhuang Jing followed his gaze and looked out, a blue car was chasing up from behind at a very fast speed, keeping parallel to the RV, a lens stuck out of the window, clicked on them and gave them a pause shoot.

Jian Xiangdi immediately closed the window.

"Who is it?" Zhuang Jing's eyes were dazzled by the flash.

Jian Xiangdi's assistant looked at the situation and replied: "A group of perverted stalkers. Brother Jian, should we speed up and get rid of them?"

Jian Xiangdi said coldly: "Don't let them go, there are many people in the car, safety is the most important thing."

Zhuang Jing looked out through the window, and the blue car gradually slowed down, slid unhurriedly behind their car, and then suddenly turned around a corner and left.

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the illegitimate child who followed the car was not so crazy this time, and left after taking a photo.

At this time, Jian Xiangdi's new song "No Sword" appeared on the screen, and someone booed for Jian Xiangdi to sing.

Jian Xiangdi glanced at Zhuang Jing, waved his hands: "You guys sing."

Zhuang Jing looked at the MV curiously. The background was an abandoned factory area glowing with neon lights. Jian Xiangdi was wearing a handsome and neat black assassin suit and boots.His dancing level has never been said. He combined hip-hop and Chinese style elements very well, and also integrated some swordsmanship. Even a person with old eyes like Zhuang Jing has to admit that he looks very powerful.

It's just that the tune of this song is very strange, and it's unspeakably awkward, and there is a long passage in it, such as "there is a sword in the hand, but there is no sword in the heart", "to save the common people from fear of evil spirits", "I see the sky, see the earth, see the heart and see you ", "swordfightswordfight", "Ifeelsoright" and so on, in short, Zhuang Jing can't understand the subtitles.

What kind of mess is this? Old Antique Zhuangjing can't appreciate it at all.

However, Jian Xiangdi pursed her lips and asked him awkwardly, "What do you think?"

Zhuang Jing turned on the mode of not distracting and boasting: "It's not bad, it's a dance that took a lot of thought. The lyrics are also very cheerful, and there are foreign languages."

Jian Xiangdi: "What is Huanxian?"

"It's fashion, don't you know it?" Zhuang Jing asked in amazement, even Pei Ling's old man knew it.

Jian Xiangdi: ...

Well, I know you can't understand my music anymore.

"No Sword" is over, and the next song is rap. Zhuang Jing frowned. How come he doesn't understand the songs that these young people like more and more? They are noisy and out of tune. "Good Luck" and "Lovesickness" heard on the small stage.

Acacia.

The song sounded in my mind, and I saw the face of the person who sang it.

What exactly is lovesickness?Zhuang Jing thought in a daze.

No... now this is lovesickness, right?

Bah, impossible.

Don't scare yourself.Zhuang Jing quickly stopped thinking.

When we arrived at Xiao Shunlu, everyone asked for a private room, Jian Xiangdi sat down beside Zhuang Jing, and put a cup of milk tea next to him.

Zhuang Jing looked at the label, charcoal-roasted oolong with two servings of pearls, and iced whole sugar. He only ordered it once on the set two days ago.

"Thank you." Zhuang Jing smiled at Jian Xiangdi.

Jian Xiangdi nodded slightly, and turned her head uncomfortably.

At this time, Jian Xiangdi's assistant came in with two big bags of milk tea, and everyone cheered "Long live Brother Xiangdi" to get them. Everyone picked their favorite flavor.

After ordering, Mu Nanyun swiped his phone and said to Zhuang Jing, "Brother Jing, congratulations!"

"What?" Zhuang Jing didn't understand.

"Don't you know?" Mu Nanyun took care not to reveal his identity as a CP fan, and said as seriously as possible: "Your show "Ordinary Week" was broadcast today, and the ratings hit a new high."

Zhuang Jing thought, oh yes, today is Saturday, so I forgot about it.

He looked at Wang Tiantian next to him. Wang Tiantian had an innocent face. It was Sister Zhou who told her that if Zhuang Jing wanted to concentrate on filming, he should not disturb him with things outside of the film. Didn't say anything.

Mu Nanyun: "Netizens say that you and Teacher Jin Hong get along really harmoniously, and you and Teacher Jin Hong are on the trending searches side by side."

When she said this, the slight smile that accidentally leaked from the corner of her mouth still exposed a little bit of her attributes.

Zhuang Jing was slightly taken aback. After so many days, this was the first time that the name Jin Hong was mentioned in front of him.

The whole meal afterwards was a bit absent-minded.

However, the small TV in the restaurant is still playing a popular spy war drama of the Republic of China. The underground party members in it were captured by the enemy agents, locked in the dungeon and subjected to various tortures, such as pulling out nails, iron cakes, and dipping whips in salt water. They were tortured to death .

Now he couldn't eat anymore, he didn't hear Jian Xiangdi speak to him twice.

Jian Xiangdi asked: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Zhuang Jing came back to his senses and wanted to say no, but he couldn't sit still, so he nodded.

He told Wang Tiantian, "I want to go back to the hotel first."

Jian Xiangdi: "It's getting late, I want to go back too, let me see you off."

At this time, Jia Yu, a newcomer actor who sang Jian Xiangdi's "No Sword" before, said: "Xiang Di brother, Jing brother, we want to go to the nearby cashier to continue after dinner, are you coming?"

Jian Xiangdi said: "Zhuang Jing and I will go back to the hotel first."

"Where's Miss Tiantian?" Jia Yu asked.

"I'm going back with my boss."

Jia Yu was a little disappointed, but he also understood that Jian Xiangdi and Zhuang Jing were not like them. They were both famous and powerful people, so it was normal not to go out to play casually.

Walking out of Xiao Shun Kou Ying Baying Zhuang Jing was absent-minded, his foot slipped on the tiles at the door, and Jian Xiangdi behind him immediately supported him.

"Be careful." Jian Xiangdi said.

Zhuang Jing supported the door frame with his hand: "I'm sorry."

Jian Xiangdi: "Wulin masters also slip?"

Zhuang Jing reacted for a while before he realized that Jian Xiangdi was joking with him. Is this person so cold with jokes?

He originally had a lot of witty things to say, but now there seems to be a black hole in his mind, swallowing up all the amusing thoughts, and he can only smile at Jian Xiangdi.

Jian Xiangdi let go of her hand and said, "You should smile more. I haven't seen you happy after the show."

Jian Xiangdi always stops when he clicks, so he got into the car first after saying this sentence.

Zhuang Jing went up behind him, Jian Xiangdi sat on another sofa this time, some distance away from him.

Sitting next to Zhuang Jing, Wang Tiantian worriedly looked at Zhuang Jing, who was covering his stomach with one hand, and his face was a little pale: "Brother, are you okay?"

Zhuang Jing shook his head: "It's okay."

What they didn't see was that Jian Xiangdi and Zhuang Jing walked out of Xiao Shun, and the window of a car that had been squatting at the corner of the street was rolled down, and the camera recorded all the interactions between Zhuang Jing and Jian Xiangdi.After the RV started, the car quietly followed.

Back at the hotel where Zhuang Jing and Jian Xiangdi stayed, Jian Xiangdi had to climb the stairs as usual, Zhuang Jing asked Wang Tiantian not to disturb him, he wanted to rest in the room alone for a while.

Wang Tiantian returned to her room, thinking about Zhuang Jing's face, she was still worried, so she reported to Zhou Xique.

Zhou Xique quickly replied on WeChat: "Is he in good spirits?"

"It's still the same as before, absent-minded after the scene, but tonight is obviously not feeling well."

Wang Tiantian used the voice message to describe Zhuang Jing in Xiaoshun Konaoci.

It took a while for Zhou Xique to reply.

"A doctor has been sent to the hotel. He will be there in 10 minutes. You can go to the lobby to pick him up."

So efficient?Wang Tiantian's eyes widened, but she also let go of her heart.

She fell back on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s good that artists are valued by the company. The agent is always watching and quickly giving support. Before Zhuang Jing lost his temper and didn’t go to filming for a day, she kept calling and texting Jiang Shengguang. Back, the attitude is still very impatient.

I don't know how my brother is doing now, as soon as he flies to F city, he doesn't use WeChat anymore, he can only contact by phone, and he doesn't answer most of the time, it's not easy to be an assistant.

Forget it, let him rest for 10 minutes, and tell him later that the doctor will come.

As soon as Zhuang Jing arrived in the room, he nestled on the single sofa, curled up, he would feel more secure, and the pain in his stomach would not be so strong.

By the time he realized it, he had already opened the webpage and typed the word "Zaihong" in the search bar.

Zaihong's encyclopedia and his photo popped up on the page. Dai Hualing was wearing a court uniform, and the heroic spirit of the boy was not overwhelmed by the heavy clothes.

This world can be regarded as somewhat ironic. It is obvious that his greatest achievements in life were resistance and revolution. He was condemned as a sinner who betrayed his ancestors by the puppet Manchukuo court, but the world still pays attention to his identity in the early years.

The boy's clear eyes stared at him through the screen, gradually becoming blurred, as if covered by mist.

Zhuang Jingjing opened Zaihong's encyclopedia, hesitated with his fingertips, and clicked on the column of "sacrifice process".

There is only a very short sentence: "In April 1943, Zaihong sacrificed his body. The Japanese army abandoned his body in the wilderness in the suburbs of Beijing. Mingdan Zhangshanghong picked it up and buried it secretly in Liyuan Cemetery. The remains were moved to Jingfu Mountain, where they were eventually buried.”

The picture next to it is the tomb of two people side by side, which looks like two small temples, and there are stone tablets carved from white marble.The tomb seems to have been rebuilt, and there are fresh flowers in front of the tomb.

Zhuang Jing was stunned. He buried Zai Hong in the cemetery he chose for himself. Who dug a hole beside him and buried him too?

"Cun Xin hopes to be buried together, the mandarin couple cuddled together, and a new house will be set up on the spring platform." If they are not husband and wife, why should the tombs be so close together?

This, where does this go?

Zhuang Jing closed the webpage, stared at the mobile phone for a while, and the red dot in the upper right corner of the green software on the screen showed 99+ unread messages.

It’s true that I haven’t opened WeChat for a long time.

Time to open it up and take a look.

The top one is the group of fanciers. It seems that Lao Yang discovered him in the program "An Ordinary Day", so the elderly fanciers are all excited.

However, he didn't click on it, because Jin Hong is under this fancier group.

There are more than 30 unread messages.

Fortunately, not as much as I thought.

Zhuang Jing closed his eyes and clicked in.