Did the celebrity fall today? [Entertainment]

The hall is filled with toasts, and the crystal lamps and glasses shake out the interlaced light and shadow on people's faces.

It's social time now. I don't know how many people greeted Jin Hong along the way and wanted to talk to him, but Jin Hong didn't give them this opportunity at all.

He led Zhuang Jing into the long corridor, the soft red carpet was spread under his feet, absorbing all the sound of leather shoes.

Jin Hong grabbed Zhuang Jing's hand and opened a closed door.

This is a small auditorium, the lights are not turned on, and when the door is closed, it is so dark that only each other's faces can be seen clearly, it is a world of its own.

Jin Hong locked the door behind his back and pushed Zhuang Jing against the wall.

The two breathed and heard each other, and in the dark room, the light in each other's eyes was the clearest.

Zhuang Jing touched Jin Hong's face and asked, "Why are you crazy?"

Jin Hong put his arms around Zhuang Jing's waist, buried his head in the crook of his neck and said, "I miss you." The cool scent on his body dispelled the sweet scent very well, allowing Zhuang Jing to hug him with peace of mind.

"I miss you too." Zhuang Jing said.

Jin Hong tightened his arms and squeezed Zhuang Jing's chin: "I think you are happy to leave, and you are brave enough to do what is right? Why didn't I know you were so sympathetic and cherishing jade?" The suit jacket he is holding now is the evidence.

Zhuang Jing saved his chin from Jin Hong's finger, because his skin was too white, leaving an ambiguous red mark on his chin, he smiled and said: "I care about the younger generation. So many Kundans in Liyuan came to me Xueyi, I am also very kind to them. Fourth brother, you have been following me secretly since we broke up, why, you don’t know these news?”

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was severely gagged.

Jin Hong threw the coat that was worn by others on the ground, Zhuang Jing struggled to catch his breath and said, "That's borrowed, don't break it."

"I'll pay for it if it's broken, concentrate on it." Jin Hong leaned over again, this time not giving him a chance to escape, his aura suddenly overwhelmed the silence and darkness of the small auditorium.

Zhuang Jing's back was tightly pressed against the wall, and the laughter of passers-by came from outside, but the house was full of spring.

What if someone broke in suddenly?What if there are cameras in the house?Zhuang Jing's eyes were slightly moist, and his chin was forced to lift, leaving all worries behind.

He gripped Jin Hong's suit jacket tightly, with a sigh in his heart.In this way, Meng Lang had also done what he had done, and he knew clearly in his heart that his life would be regarded as being planted on this person.

When the two finally returned to the main venue, Yuan Ke had been looking for them for a long time.

Holding a glass of champagne in his hand, he handed another glass to Zhuang Jing, and under Jin Hong's scorching gaze, he hurriedly explained the purpose of his visit.His new movie is in the preparatory stage, and the casting work has already begun. The protagonist is a down-and-out noble son who has had three ups and downs in his life.

"It's so hard to find an actor who can interpret this feeling in the entertainment industry. The old actors are not young enough, and the young people don't have that kind of charm. But Zhuang Jing, you are in line with your face and temperament, especially now, you have the kind of being Ravage-ravaged strength."

In fact, the original Xiao Mingran is also suitable, but he was arrested for taking drugs, and it is impossible for him to appear on the screen in this life.

Jin Hong glanced at Yuan Ke, and he quickly got up: "I'm serious, I've taken a fancy to you today when you were on the red carpet, come to my place for an audition someday. You won't do it because of Jin Hong Just refuse the chance to be the leading actor in my movie?"

Zhuang Jing finally had a chance to speak. He smiled and replied neither humble nor overbearing: "It is my honor that Director Yuan appreciates me. I will try my best to fight for a role that suits me. I will not force a role that is not suitable for me." .”

Regardless of whether the director is a famous director or a newcomer, as an actor, he values ​​the script and content more.

Yuan Ke said: "Don't worry, this role is definitely suitable for you." He chatted with Jin Hong for a few more words, patted Zhuang Jing on the shoulder and left.

After he left, Jin Hong hurriedly said to Zhuang Jing: "I don't know about this at all. It has nothing to do with Yuan Ke asking you to play this role."

Zhuang Jing looked at him and smiled: "Why are you so cowardly?"

The corners of Jin Hong's lips curled slightly: "I'm not cowardly, I'm just a strict wife."

Zhuang Jing: Pooh!

After He Bei's charity dinner, Jin Hong asked Zhuang Jing to go home in the same car as him.

Seeing Zhuang Jing holding the large vase and doll handmade by Jin Ziqiong, Jin Hong said with disgust, "Put these two ugly things away."

Zhuang Jing refused to listen: "This is Ziqiong's painstaking effort, I want to take it home and keep it well. Let me think about it, the vase can be placed in the living room, and this doll can be placed on the bedside."

Jin Hong said: "As soon as guests come to your house, your taste will be exposed directly. Isn't that good? And if one day I go to your house to sleep and open my eyes and see this ugly rabbit, it's not good for my heart."

Zhuang Jing was speechless, and then seriously corrected: "This is a dog."

Jin Hong took the dolls, looked left and right but couldn't see what it had to do with dogs, so he forced Zhuang Jing to put them in the trunk.

After Zhuang Jing got into the car, Jin Hong played with the fan painted by Zhuang Jing in his hand, and said to Zhuang Jing, "The collection I photographed is better than yours. This is a rare work of art."

Zhuang Jing: When did fourth brother become so childish?

He was speechless watching Jin Hong playing with the folding fan over and over again, and couldn't help but say, "Be careful, this is a fan worth 50 yuan. You are also serious. If you want a fan, I can draw it for you at any time." You, there is no need to spend your own money."

"It's just a little money." Jin Honghao said indifferently.

Zhuang Jing: The poor should not cry tonight.

"Besides, how could the fan painted by Boss Zhuang fall into the hands of those who don't know how to do it?"

Jin Hong opened the folding fan, looked at the beautiful peony on it, and said unconsciously: "Yuan Qiu, I don't know if I will see you wearing it again in this life."

In the 12th year of the Republic of China, before he went abroad, Zhuang Jing performed "The Drunken Concubine" for the last time in Ruyue Tower, and he has never seen him sing this play since then.

Many years have passed in a flash.

Jin Hong felt that what he said might make Zhuang Jing even more sad, so he said again: "Don't get me wrong, it's good to be an actor like you are now." But I still miss the demeanor of the leading actor on the stage.

Before finishing speaking, Zhuang Jing had already accepted the folding fan in his hand.He slowly opened the folding fan on his cheeks, and sang the Siping tune: "The ice wheel on the island is just turning, see the jade rabbit, and the jade rabbit has risen eastward again. The ice wheel is far away from the island, and the universe is very bright..."

The voice is graceful and moving, as if there is a dark fragrance floating, just hearing its voice, the appearance of the noble concubine with "Yunxiang clothes and flowers" appears in front of my eyes.

A sculpted hand pushed towards the fan bone, closed the fan, and Zhuang Jing returned to his original voice: "Look, I can still perform for you in private."

Jin Hong took the fan from Zhuang Jing, opened it again to cover their faces, and kissed him deeply behind the folding fan.

The driver continued to drive without looking sideways, pretending that he saw nothing and understood nothing.

There are rumors on the Internet that Zhuang Jing's paintings sold at charity auctions were written by ghostwriters, but Zhuang Jing's studio has not issued an announcement to clarify.

"Is the studio dead?"

"Isn't it that you usually blog very diligently, and now you haven't said a word after two days?"

The studio was completely scolded by Zhuang Jing's fans, and the black fans also began to cheer, saying that it was because Zhuang Jing had a guilty conscience, otherwise why didn't he even dare to come out and deny it?

Unexpectedly, on Saturday morning, Zhuang Jing studio suddenly posted a Weibo to inform everyone: Zhuang Jing will broadcast live on the Lujiang platform at [-]:[-] tonight. It will last for two hours. In addition to chatting with fans, he will also draw [-] A small bookmark, the children's shoes who forwarded this Weibo can participate in the lottery, and the winning prize is the bookmark and autograph drawn by Zhuang Jing himself.

The fans breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the studio was not doing nothing, but holding back a big move.

Brother wants to paint in front of the camera himself, and use the facts to cover all the mouths of the sunspots.As expected of their new idols, after they became fans of Zhuang Jing, they didn't need their fans to rush forward for such things as face slapping, Zhuang Jing, the treasure chest, did everything by himself.

In addition to diehard fans, Zhuang Jing has also attracted many passers-by with his charisma. People not only want to see Zhuang Jing's paintings, but also want to communicate with him face to face. Maybe he will see and answer the questions I ask?Before the live broadcast started, the number of online users exceeded 500 million, and the reposts of the official blog also exceeded one million.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhuang Jing went online on time.

But he is not in a professional live broadcast room, but in an antique Chinese study.

He is not good at handling equipment, so as soon as he turned on the camera, netizens saw a big head shot from top to bottom with a strange angle.

Thanks to Zhuang Jing's facial features, such a strange angle and dim lighting, he looked better than the anchor with the tenth level of beauty effects turned on. Even because his face was enlarged, it was even more attractive.

[Shuijing loves you forever! 】

[Brother, don't move, let me take a picture! 】

【Ahhhhhh, my brother's face is so cute, let me kiss it~】

[What is the angle of death?What kind of fairy face value is this? 】

[Brick fans come here quickly, and their real name is envious of a chairman surnamed Jin! 】

Of course, there are also positive people:

【Brother, turn on the desk lamp and put your phone farther away. 】

[Brother, click on the button on the right to adjust the beauty by yourself. 】

Zhuang Jing was dazzled by the quick words, but he still tried to read every comment seriously, and carefully adjusted the angle of the phone according to the instructions of netizens, and turned on the tenth level of beauty.

In an instant, an alien whose eyes occupied one-third of his face and whose chin could pierce the ground appeared on the screen.

Zhuang Jing: ...he asked suspiciously, "Do I look like this?"

The comments made me laugh like crazy, and told him to quickly turn off the beauty face, so that he would have nightmares at night after watching it like this.

The old man Zhuang Jing operated for a long time, finally restored his original appearance, and then showed everyone his desktop.

In front of him was a huge wooden desk with special textures. On the desk were neatly placed bookmark paper, watercolor paints, brushes, and next to it was the pen, ink, paper and inkstone of the owner of the study. It seemed that someone used this desk to practice calligraphy and painting.

[Wow, my brother's desk is too big, bigger than the bed in my dormitory [laughing and crying]]

[This table and the whole study room look so tasteful, it is my dream room.When I have money...]

【Brother, do you often practice calligraphy and painting in the study? 】

Zhuang Jing smiled faintly: "This is not my study, it's my friend's house."

Zhuang Jingyuan didn't read at all, but there were two game rooms at home, and Jin Hong's house not only had a large study room, but also had all the equipment, so Zhuang Jing borrowed his house to live broadcast.

[Ah, which friend is it?It can't be Jin Dong, right? 】

[What to do, my gossip factor is boiling! 】

[Hehe, I have been talking about my scandal for a long time, and I haven't started to do it, is it because I am afraid of exposing the fact that I can't draw at all? 】

[Yeah, hype master, who doesn't say something about Rui Sibai? 】

Zhuang Jing also saw these cynical and even insulting messages, but he just smiled and turned a blind eye.

He picked up a brush and said with a smile, "What are you drawing? Let's draw a group of four seasons for the first four pictures. This is simple."

After finishing speaking, he arranged four blank bookmarks in a row, held the bamboo pen holder with his white and slender hand, adjusted the color of the nib, and then wrote on the bookmarks without thinking. Some places where the same color was used, he even wrote on several books at the same time. Draw on the bookmark.

Soon, a picture of milk swallows holding willows in spring was drawn, followed by lotus ponds in summer, wild chrysanthemums in the mountains in autumn, and small pavilions in heavy snow in winter.After all, the size of the bookmark is limited, so each picture is only a few strokes, but the charm of that season is immediately vivid on the paper.

It only took 10 minutes to finish drawing these four pictures.

This, also, too, good, see, it, right!

Not just the paintings, but the people who paint them.Everything can be painted.

The number of people in the live broadcast room has been rising steadily, and now it has broken through the 150 million mark, and the reposts of the lottery Weibo have also exceeded [-] million.

At this time, sharp-eyed people noticed that the large row of bookshelves behind Zhuang Jing was full of books on literature, history and philosophy, and there were many books in English, Japanese and German.

[My brother’s friend is really good. I’m a German major, and there are works from Hegel to Nietzsche on it. 】

[Japanese majors indicate that they are all books about history and Chinese history research. 】

[I heard that Jin Dong's Japanese and German skills are very high [狗头]]

[Although I can paint at your house at night, we are still just "friends"]

[What's the matter if I feel a little fond of Jin Dong? 】

[Brother, brother, I am a gold brick!Are you really inside Kim Dong's house? 】Zhuang Jing smiled and said, "This friend of mine is really amazing. But I can't tell you who he is without his permission."

While talking, he didn't stop, and soon, a picture of a black cat fluttering a butterfly and a picture of a flower cat playing a ball was completed.

At this time, a big guy named Shu Hua Biscuit suddenly gave Zhuang Jing a gift of [-] yuan in one breath, and the screen was instantly covered by various diamond firework rockets and a villain with a mosaic from the neck down. This big guy The comment was displayed in bold and capitalized in the middle of the screen, and it lingered for a long time: [I look forward to seeing more of your calligraphy and painting works, come on! 】

The people in the live broadcast room were all shocked by the generosity, and commented one after another:

[Shooting one hundred thousand at one time is really arrogant. 】

[Hahaha, why does this tone sound like a five or sixty-year-old old man. 】【I'm touched, does my elder brother have a career fan in painting and calligraphy? 】【Is it okay for stars to receive gifts live? 】

……

Shu Yueying was also watching the live broadcast. Seeing so many gifts, she hurriedly cheered the dad next to her.

Her father, who can avoid touching electronic products without touching electronic products, is now playing with his mobile phone, and as soon as she came over, he immediately turned off the screen of the mobile phone.

Although Shu Yueying thought it was strange, she didn't have time to worry about Shu Caixin's abnormality, and pointed her mobile phone in front of her father: "Dad, look at how beautiful Zhuang Jinghua's bookmarks are! Someone smashed such expensive ones for him It's a gift."

"Look at these pictures, how interesting they are, I think if they are enlarged, they must be works of art."

"No wonder someone threw money at him."

Shu Caixin said unnaturally: "Really? Xiao Zhuang really draws very well, keep up the good work."

Shu Yueying said: "Why do you talk like this big guy? Hey, Shuhua Biscuit is still a first-class number. It seems that the local tyrant specially opened a small number to support my brother."

The local tycoon Shu Cai thought to himself: I didn't open a trumpet on purpose, but a newly registered account on purpose.The current Aipipi is really difficult to use. It took him a long time to study how to register and how to send gifts.

Although Shu Yueying is a rich girl, she has a good family education and rarely spends money where it shouldn't be.So she hesitated and asked, "Well, can I also give my brother a gift to support him? Not much, just one thousand."

Shu Caixin: "You have so much pocket money, distribute it yourself."

But as soon as the words fell, I heard Zhuang Jing on the phone saying: "Thank you very much for the gift of Shuhua biscuits. Thank you for your support and appreciation, but please don't give any more gifts. This time I am here to give you As for welfare, receiving gifts is putting the cart before the horse. After the live broadcast, I will double the total amount of rewards and donate them to special education institutions in the name of "Water Well", so as to pass on the support and kindness you have given me."

Shu Yueying stopped her hand with some pity, it was also a sad thing if she wanted to give a gift but couldn't get it out.But she immediately became star-eyed again: "Ah, we don't accept gifts from fans, but donate money. Our brother really loves fans and is kind-hearted."

Shu Caixin also nodded: "He is indeed a person of noble character, Xiaoyue, you are a good idol."

After Zhuang Jing regulated the matter of gift giving, he selected questions from netizens to answer while drawing, and the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious.When drawing the last few pictures, the door of the study suddenly opened.

Zhuang Jing looked over from the corner of his eye. Jin Hong, who was wearing gray-blue home clothes, was standing at the door holding a cup of tea. He smiled at Zhuang Jing, walked over from an angle that the camera couldn't capture, and put the tea on the table.

But he was still not careful enough, and the fingers and the back of his hand holding the handle of the cup were caught in the mirror.

The author has something to say: Chinese New Year is coming soon, I will send you a lot of flowers

And a big watermelon

(Suddenly found that the app cannot see the e-moji, only the web page can see it, students who see the code should not be surprised...)