celebrity effect

When the coffin was carried into the mourning hall, Xing Yang quietly hid behind the pillar, took out a cigarette, lit it with a "click", and was severely beaten on the back of the hand by Fan Shanshan.

Xing Yang shrank his hand in pain: "Hello!"

"They are holding a funeral, please be respectful," Fan Shanshan said.

"You don't follow Lin Yizhe, just watch what I do." Xing Yang put away the lighter.

"Qian Xue stared at Lin Yizhe, and Sister Qian asked me to watch you." Fan Shanshan said, "You are the only one who has too many things to do."

Xing Yang squeezed his throat and hummed: "Oh, I said fate——"

"Shut up." Fan Shanshan jumped up and covered Xing Yang's mouth. Fortunately, the sound of suona covered the pillar and she heard the sound of Suo Suo, otherwise Xing Yang's behavior would have been scolded to death by the relatives of the deceased.

The two were joking and joking, suddenly Xing Yang straightened his face, pressed Fan Shanshan's shoulder, and lowered his voice: "Shhh, here comes the fun."

Lin Yizhe stepped into the mourning hall, and the surrounding discussions disappeared instantly, like pressing the pause button.Ding Qianxue stood at the door and gestured OK to Xing Yang and Fan Shanshan.

"Look how gentle Sister Qianxue is, look at you." Xing Yang whispered in Fan Shanshan's ear, "Miss, you stepped on my foot."

Fan Shanshan rolled her eyes: "It deserves it."

As Lin Yizhe walked to the center of the mourning hall, Xing Yang caught a glimpse of the entertainment reporters on several large platforms hidden in the crowd setting up their cameras, and he lowered his head and pressed his phone [Start action].

A short, plain-looking woman pretended to be an ignorant peasant woman and asked timidly in unorthodox Mandarin, "Is this Jin Mei's son?"

Another uninformed woman said: "It seems to be true. When Jin Mei called, she said that she had a son."

The chunky woman: "Then why doesn't he cry?"

Xing Yang was about to applaud the woman's performance. Look at the smoothness, the naturalness, and Lin Yizhe's eight blocks.

Lin Yizhe stood upright, not moving or speaking, like a sweeping robot that couldn't receive the signal.

The short and fat woman sighed: "Oh, this child is not sensible."

A middle-aged man answered: "Say a few words less, other children's emotions are restrained, so it's ashamed to cry like you."

The short and fat woman said loudly: "What's the matter with me! At least when my old man left, I couldn't stand up crying. This child is at least 25 six, let alone kneeling and kowtowing, not even crying. It's outrageous." !"

The thin woman standing beside her nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, the second sister-in-law is right."

The two of them sang and sang together, Fan Er, who had quite a cross talk, Xing Yang stretched his neck to look at Lin Yizhe, trying to wink at him, it's time for you to perform.

Lin Yizhe and Xing Yang looked at each other, and after a while, he choked out two words: "No."

Xing Yang: "..."

Acting skills can't be forced.

But this shit sucks too.

Fan Shanshan whispered: "The netizens really didn't wrong him, what the hell is this?"

Xing Yang covered his face, Lin Yizhe thought it was a TV series reading One Two Three Four, was there someone dubbing it in the later stage?He calmed down, didn't panic, and had plan B.

Seeing this, a tall man shouted loudly: "Jin Mei's son is not him. I've seen photos, and he has a rounder face than him."

The chunky woman said, "Then why is he in here?"

Those who knew and those who didn't knew echoed: "Yes, yes, who is he?"

The atmosphere became lively, and the last nurse arranged by Xing Yang pointed out key information: "He seems to be a big star, does he know Jin Mei?"

Xing Yang heaved a sigh of relief, although Lin Yizhe's acting skills were poor, but at least it was finished completely, and he just waited for the subsequent drafts of the free play of Yu Ji.

Lin Yizhe stood where he was, like a needle holding the sea. He turned his eyes to Xing Yang behind the pillar, his eyes were reddish, and he looked quite aggrieved. He turned and ran out of the mourning hall.

Xing Yang was stunned: "How can his acting skills fluctuate up and down, this scene is very good."

Fan Shanshan said meaningfully: "Maybe it wasn't acting." Lin Yizhe had a good impression of Xing Yang, and naturally wanted to perform well in front of Xing Yang, but Xing Yang's disgusted expression just now was too obvious, which stimulated the little star's heart.

Xing Yang shrugged: "It's time for work, I'm going back to the hotel to catch up on sleep, I'm so sleepy, yesterday the buzzing mosquitoes kept me from getting a good night's sleep."

"What's the hurry, think about it and send me the frame of the black draft, I'll try my best to come up with it tonight." Fan Shanshan said, "It's better to have a brilliant meme, you're not good at complimenting others, and you're hurting others one after another. "

Just at the stall where Xing Yang and Fan Shanshan relaxed their vigilance, a voice came out, which was particularly noticeable: "Where's my brother? My mother really likes him."

Another person spoke up: "You mean the young man who just ran out?"

Xing Yang reacted very quickly. He raised his hand to signal his people to keep up with the chatter, guide and control the direction of the topic, and adapt himself in the rear, outputting appropriate words to minimize the loss as much as possible.What Xing Yang wants is to be black first and then popular, not to step Lin Yizhe into the mud and be unable to turn over.

Fan Shanshan found a chair for Xing Yang, and the two of them sat in the corner to listen to the battle ahead. Xing Yang's brain was spinning rapidly, and there were still afterimages of fingers typing, and each sentence was sent to the WeChat group.

The confrontation in the mourning hall is like a shadow puppet show. Xing Yang holds one of the strings, and one enemy is many. It is a joy to come and go.

Lin Yizhe's younger brother, Lin Yiyang: "My mother kept talking about seeing my brother for the last time, but he said he was too busy with work to come."

Xing Yang's person: "Your mother's illness is not cheap to treat, is it? I read the news that your brother fainted due to hypoglycemia in order to catch up with the scene, and it is probably to earn money to treat your mother's illness. It is really hard work."

Lin Yiyang's person: "His brother just changed to a big house, and Yiyang sold the house to see his mother's doctor."

Xing Yang's person: "Lin Yizhe's father seems to be engaged in real estate. He is not short of money. He still has a lot of money after selling one set."

Fan Shanshan reminded: "Take it easy, don't reveal your secrets."

"What are you afraid of?" Xing Yang was full of confidence, "Their reporters like this kind of scene the most. There is a huge amount of information and full of conflicts. The seven drafts of the seven reporters are written differently. Each reporter can say that he is an exclusive reporter. report."

The two groups of people in front of the coffin in the mourning hall were arguing, and the people in the village invited the respected village head.The stooped and thin old man stepped into the mourning hall with a stick. Everyone shut up and kept quiet. Xing Yang put away his mobile phone and slipped out of the mourning hall with Fan Shanshan through the back door.

It was drizzling outside the house, and Xing Yang was overjoyed: "Lin Yizhe's third son's mother probably didn't expect that there would be such a good show after her death."

Fan Shanshan wanted to persuade him to say less, but Xing Yang couldn't listen to what he said, so she simply laughed with him.

Ding Qianxue raised her umbrella and propped it on top of Fan Shanshan's head, and said softly, "It's okay to be crazy, but are you crazy too?"

Xing Yang said dissatisfiedly: "Sister Qianxue, why don't you cover me from the rain?"

"You are too tall, I can't reach it." Ding Qianxue said, and she pointed to the old banyan tree not far away, "There is someone holding an umbrella over there, you should squeeze him."

Xing Yang looked in the direction of Ding Qianxue's finger, and there was a tall and straight figure standing under the banyan tree. His ability to remember people was outstanding, and he recognized at a glance that it was Shao Zhixing who chatted with him in the morning.The drizzle was drizzling, two big men about 1.8 meters were squeezed under an umbrella, and Xing Yang was gay, no matter how he thought about it, he felt something was wrong, so he shook his head: "No, no, I will go by myself, spacious."

Ding Qianxue took Fan Shanshan's arm: "Then go for a stroll by yourself, let's go to the car to finish the manuscript."

There are three people in Fanyun Studio's business trip this time, Fan Shanshan, Ding Qianxue and Xing Yang. The two girls are seasoned editors, and Xing Yang is a serious PR (public relations).The work process is that Fan Shanshan and Ding Qianxue write the manuscript, and Xing Yang is responsible for the preliminary planning, review and release, and internal operations.

Xing Yang waved his hands indifferently, turned his toes to a muddy path, and parted ways with the two girls.

Hearing that there are stretches of marigold flowers in the mountains, Xing Yang plans to take advantage of the hazy rain to go into the mountains to find the sea of ​​flowers and cultivate his sentiments.When turning a corner, an umbrella was propped above Xing Yang's head, and a familiar male voice sounded: "Where are you going?"

"Find the treasure." Xing Yang said casually.

Shao Zhixing hung a SLR camera on his chest, and he said, "I happen to have nothing to do, so can I go with you?"

Xing Yang raised his eyebrows: "The mourning hall is so lively, why don't you take pictures?"

Shao Zhixing said: "It's too fake, it's boring."

Xing Yang stopped in his tracks, removed his habitual smile, and asked probingly, "Where is the fake?"

"Everywhere is fake." Shao Zhixing said, "Lin Yizhe's acting is fake, and those villagers are also fake. From the beginning to the end, I didn't see a single thing that was real."

Xing Yang pondered for a moment and said, "There is nothing real in the entertainment industry."

"If it's not true, what's the value of the news?" Shao Zhixing asked, his pupils were dark and shiny, like two determined stones, "It's just a pile of waste paper."

Xing Yang was stunned, and then laughed, with curved eyebrows and a very pleasing look: "Yes, it's just a pile of garbage, but it can't hold the audience to cheer." He shortened his body and squeezed under Shao Zhixing's umbrella, "Go , I’ll take you on a treasure hunt.”

Shao Zhixing looked at Xing Yang in confusion, not understanding why his attitude changed suddenly.Out of the social habit of not embarrassing the other party, Shao Zhixing held the umbrella firmly and said, "Okay."