Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

The car drove to a secluded suburb, Mo Bajue stepped on the brake, opened the door and got out of the car, "You come down too."

Xiao Xiaowai looked at the eerie forest nearby in horror, huddled in the car seat and refused to come out, and asked tremblingly, "You, you, you, what are you doing?"

Mo Bajue approached with a blank expression.

Xiao Xiaowai swallowed his saliva, "Well, murder is against the law..."

Mo Bajue calmly raised his hand and pulled him out of the car, then turned around and got into the car, and said coldly, "It's still one kilometer away from your home, so I won't see you off."

With a bang, the door was snapped shut.

Xiao Xiaowai stood blankly in the suburbs late at night, watching the car drive away.

It was already very late, and the surrounding area was so smoky that even the shadow of the car could not be seen. Throwing him out of the car at this time made it clear that he wanted to walk back by himself!

Who said Mo Bajue was an honest and good person?Xiao Xiaowai wants to cry but has no tears, it's just an illusion! An illusion!

But for Mo Bajue, he didn't feel the pleasure of revenge. He was thinking all the way back to the apartment, is it only one kilometer, is it too short?He should be tied to the back of the car and dragged.

Getting an annual award is definitely a good start for newcomers.Coupled with the personal program specially created for him by the TV station, Mo Bajue has become the leader among the new artists.It's a pity that after receiving these honors and more and more announcement opportunities, he unexpectedly resigned from "Hey! Real Star! " host, on the grounds of poor communication with the program director.

In response to this, the people on the Internet lamented all over the place. Nostalgic posts, fighting posts, and scolding posts appeared endlessly on the official website of the TV station. The program director expressed deep regret amidst the scolding, but did not make any retention. After all, such a difficult host is really It was a bit troublesome, but in the face of the continuously sluggish ratings, only he knew whether his heart was bleeding...or how much blood was bleeding.

Although there are complaints and chaos everywhere, the person involved always faces the public with a detached attitude. In the end, it doesn’t matter what he does. The only thing he cares about now is——Will they still be here? How many hours are you sitting here?

NICK has been lying in a chair in disarray and sleeping for a long time, drooling on the neckline, Mo Bajue sighed, and looked at the watch on his wrist for the 130th time, they have been waiting here for three full For hours, Han An, the legendary international super ghost director, still did not appear.

It is said that in the casting of the new film, he has already passed a large number of artists who need fame, fame, backstage, backstage, face, acting skills, and acting skills. The last Star Diamond Awards ceremony suddenly made him interested in Mo Bajue , so the long list of PASS before is probably for the background of Mo Bajue's excellence... These are NICK's original words, and after he finished these words, he began to sleep happily, because Han An was not punctual is famous.

Mo Bajue expressed his admiration for NICK's sleeping skills, because the place they were in was not an elegant coffee shop or a quiet hotel, but a hotel full of heavy metal rock music and naked men and women dancing striptease on stage. In the bar, a group of coquettish men and women on the stage, with messy clothes and flying hair, danced around the wild young man in the middle, and their movements were even more erotic.

In Mo Bajue's mind, that Han An has been downgraded from a promising young man in his 30s to a wretched middle-aged man in his 30s, with a bald forehead and sweaty forehead, the kind who would take out a handkerchief to wipe nervously... ...Uh, this seems to be Director Chen -_-

Nearly an hour later, the wickedly handsome young man on the stage was still wriggling his waist vigorously, sometimes winking at his position, Mo Bajue glanced at him indifferently, and continued to drink tea with his head down .

Even now that he has eaten An Ran's bones and skins, he doesn't feel that he is gay.Except for An Ran, he has never liked any man, and of course he has never liked a woman. When he first met An Ran, he just thought he was very interesting.

He is as awkward as a child, hard-spoken but soft-hearted, and seems to always want to be a bad person. This kind of An Ran made him unconsciously take care of him as Momo, but unconsciously changed his tune.

Bad children are always disliked by adults, so they have to do bad things more rebelliously. While giving up on themselves, they are also showing weakness in a different way, wanting to ask for a little attention... Sometimes standing aside and watching, It will hurt a little.

Over time, the distress gradually turned into a heartbeat, until it got out of hand.

Someone in the distance started to walk towards him, and the dancer on the stage suddenly got excited, his eyes lit up, and he jumped down desperately to meet that person.

Mo Bajue raised his eyebrows, and saw a handsome young man in a black shirt smiling unrestrainedly, catching the dancing boy who rushed towards him with a hot kiss.

Surrounded by whistles and screams, Mo Bajue suddenly felt ominous.He seemed to have seen this person before at the awards ceremony... After he finished his acceptance speech and left the stage, in the dead silence, he was the only one who laughed arrogantly and presumptuously, making it hard to forget.

Sure enough, after the kiss, the young man embraced the gigolo by the waist and walked towards him. Soon he was in front of his eyes, pulled out the chair and sat up, let the gigolo sit on his lap, and said with a smile. , "I've been waiting for a long time, I'm Han An."

Mo Bajue looked at his watch, more than four hours had passed since the agreed seven o'clock in the evening, "As long as you are fine."

Han An blinked in confusion, "Are you okay?"

Mo Bajue said casually, "Four hours and sixteen minutes, I thought you were in a car accident."

"..." Han An's face turned black, and he kicked Nick's chair beside him, "How long are you going to sleep for?"

NICK was so frightened that he almost fell off the chair. He looked left and right inexplicably, "Is there an earthquake?"

"I'm still shaking the car." Han An said angrily, "The saliva is about to flow to the ground."

NICK wiped it hastily, and gave him a blank look, "Maybe you put on airs and don't let me sleep? It's been more than four hours, breaking the record, great director."

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I was unlucky today. I got up in the morning and stepped on dog shit, and the car broke down halfway." Having said that, there was no apologetic expression on his face, but his eyes looked at Mo Bajue vaguely— — From the beginning to the end, this person didn't express anything other than cursing himself for getting into a car accident.

"Does stepping on dog shit in the morning have something to do with being late?" NICK squinted at him, "You think your golden retriever is pulling people with super glue, which can stick people to the ground so they can't move?"

"... You said I was more unlucky, so you have no sympathy?"

"It's better to sympathize with the shit you stepped on than to sympathize with you." NICK shrugged, "The car broke down halfway, and it will break down for more than four hours?"

"It's boring while waiting for the trailer," Han An narrowed his eyes, and licked his lower lip pointingly, "I couldn't help but find something to do."

NICK jumps straight to the conclusion, "Tsk, nymphomaniac."

Han An restrained his smile, turned his head to look at Mo Bajue, "Have you read the script, what do you think about this character?"

This time, Han An is going to fund the filming of an ancient costume movie. The male lead is the Minister of the Ministry of Justice. He is resourceful, calm and cunning, but his real identity is the prince of the former dynasty. .The heroine is a lively girl with the legendary "Jiangshan Destiny Talisman". While revenge, the two brothers also made a bet that whoever wins the heart of the heroine will ascend the throne and become king.

Part of the film's roles have already been decided, and Fang Ya, a new-generation beauty artist who is extremely popular in the circle, is the heroine, but the male lead and supporting actor have become a problem. No matter how many beautiful men he finds, he still cannot achieve Han An's ideal in the effect.

Under the performance of those artists, the indifferent and calm male lead pretends to be cool, which is already very annoying. Even the gentle and kind supporting male can't act out of the world, which really makes Han An unable to bear the rage.

Until that day at the awards ceremony, seeing Mo Bajue's performance on stage, a thought suddenly popped into his mind—maybe he could perform in his true colors.

"The script is pretty good." Mo Bajue said indifferently, looking at his hand that teased the gigolo unscrupulously, "It just doesn't look like a pornographic film."

Han An twitched the corner of his lower lip, "Who said I was filming pornography?"

"I think..." Mo Bajue glanced at him leisurely, "Your photos don't look like good things."

"..."

The gigolo burst out laughing, and lightly bit Han An's ear, "I think so too."

Han An finally turned his face back to the original position, smiled ambiguously and squeezed his waistline, "I will be worse tonight."

"Hey, hey, do you want to act for us? In a word!" NICK finally couldn't bear it and made a vomiting expression, "If you want to put on airs, we will put on for you, and if you are disgusting, I will take pictures and send them to your home !"

"I remember you weren't that impatient before." Han An shook his head tut-tut, "What can you see now? Let him audition tomorrow."

NICK jumped up, "Damn it! Then you want us to wait here?!"

"I'm more interested this way." Han An put his arms around the gigolo and got up, "That's it, bring him to audition tomorrow, as long as his acting skills are not too bad, he will probably be the one."

Nick flew into a rage and roared, "If you don't give us this role tomorrow, I'll curse you!"

Han An stopped, turned around and smiled, "Curse me for impotence? That's what you said last time."

Nick immediately said, "I was wrong."

Han An was stunned for a moment, then pouted in boredom, "You have been taught by Du Yan that you have become more and more spineless."

NICK suddenly sneered, "I curse you, except for impotence during sex, erection at other times!"

"..."

When he went back, Nick was obviously very proud. He sent Mo Bajue downstairs to the apartment, and suddenly remembered something, "Oh, by the way, An Ran still lives with you?"

Mo Bajue nodded.

"Well, anyway, he hasn't announced recently, can you ask him to write a few songs for you?" NICK was a little embarrassed, "You also know that in terms of genius composition, no one can match him..."

Mo Bajue lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "Is this an order?"

"Of course not!" NICK waved his hands hastily, "If this is the case, the record will definitely become more popular, after all, good songs are so rare..."

"Forget it, I don't want him to be in trouble." Mo Bajue finished speaking expressionlessly, then turned and went upstairs.

"...But, I've already said it." NICK looked at his back dumbly, and sighed deeply.

When I got home, it was nearly twelve o'clock. When I opened the door, I found a dim light under the crack of the door. When I went out of the entrance, I saw An Ran wearing a large T-shirt lying on the carpet and writing quickly. Framed glasses, and a pen holder pinned to his hair, seeing him back, he just greeted him casually, "I'm back."

Then I continued to write and write, my brows were twisted into Sichuan characters.

Recently, in order to make him live more comfortably, he specially replaced the air conditioner and water heater with new ones, and he also changed the furniture silently. Sometimes it feels strange when you enter the door, and it doesn't look gorgeous like your own home.

Looking at the papers scattered on the ground, Mo Bajue frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Writing a song." An Ran bit the pen holder and said with a serious expression.

Mo Bajue suddenly felt a little angry, and said in a muffled voice, "...Nick ordered you to write?"

"What is an order?" An Ran glared at him, "That idiot begged me."

"But……"

"Don't talk nonsense, what are mothers-in-law and mothers doing? This is also a job, and it's not free!" An Ran pouted, drew the last stroke on the white paper, and hummed the tune according to the music score, squinting in satisfaction He squinted his eyes, "It's time to call it a day, I'll find someone to carry the piano over tomorrow."

A few months later, Mo Bajue's first album was released. Each capital was composed by An Ran himself, and the title song has become a classic in the pop music scene for many years.Afterwards, someone approached An Ran to write a song, but they were coldly rejected.

"I'm not a composer." An Ran said bluntly.

Because of this, his peers despised him for being arrogant and arrogant, and he was still immersed in the dream of the great god of the year and refused to wake up.However, no matter how many people despised her, or asked for a lot of money, An Ran really never wrote a song for anyone else in her subsequent acting career.

Public opinion once commented: All his talents are dedicated to Mo Bajue.

"Only he can sing my songs." An Ran said with a faint smile. At that time, he had risen again and became the king of the sun who was sought after by countless people again. "He can only sing the songs I wrote."

But that's all for later, at this moment, Mo Bajue sat beside him silently, patted his head, "I'm sorry."

The cohabitation life during this period has made An Ran get used to this comforting method, she rested her head on his shoulder comfortably, and breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm sorry bastard, this is not very good, otherwise I will be bored at home every day Mushrooms grow."

Mo Bajue lowered his eyes.

He felt sorry because he was still unable to help him out of the predicament, but he couldn't say such words.

"By the way, have you thought about the gift yet?" An Ran nudged him with an elbow, and lazily closed his eyes half-closed, "It will be invalid after the expiration date."

Mo Bajue glanced at the faint blue under his eyes, couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed his eyelids, "Let me think about it again."

He's been thinking about it for almost a week.

The corner of An Ran's mouth twitched, and he thought about it before, if this idiot said something about him, maybe he could do it reluctantly... Ahem, but he dragged on for so long.

Although it is said that they are living together, they have rarely even kissed these days. The idiot was so busy rushing to make an announcement that he didn't even show any sign of wanting it. Only then did he believe that this idiot was definitely a person who didn't even masturbate before him. The former virgin is still the kind with strong explosive power.

When Mo Bajue was lost in thought, he had already tidied up the messy living room. He walked to the kitchen and took a look, then came back with a frown, "You didn't have dinner?"

"Eh?" was asked out of the blue, An Ran nodded in a daze, and was only focused on writing songs, completely forgetting about eating.

Mo Bajue sighed, picked up his coat again, "I'm going to buy food, do you want anything else?"

An Ran didn't seem to be fully recovered, and said in a daze, "You buy some condoms..."

"..."

When Mo Bajue slammed the door shut, An Ran's eyes suddenly widened. What did he, what did he just say? !