Whose Little Eyes Haven't Seen the Actor Yet

Jiang Zicheng hadn't figured out how to talk to Xie Beiwang about this matter, but that night, Xie Beiwang's phone call came directly.

The two of them were separated by more than half of the earth, and there was a time difference of ten hours. It was already night in Jiangzi City, and it was the busiest time of day on the other side.

Jiang Zicheng picked up the phone, hid the joy that he hadn't noticed, and asked seriously, "Mr. Xie, what do you want from me?"

Xie Beiwang replied: "It's nothing. I just finished the meeting and I'm a little tired. I want to hear your voice."

"...Oh." Jiang Zicheng didn't expect him to speak so bluntly, his face was slightly hot, and he said slowly, "Then, then listen."

The man's voice did sound tired.As soon as he flew over, before he had time to adjust the jet lag, he threw himself into the intense work, which was really exhausting.Xie Beiwang has no hobbies that can be used to relax. When he has free time, he wants to chat with Jiang Zicheng. Even if Jiang Zicheng doesn't speak, just listening to his shallow breathing through the receiver can relax Xie Beiwang's spirit. Not a lot.

Xie Beiwang asked him, "Did anything happen during my absence?"

Jiang Zicheng was worried that he would not have the opportunity to tell him about Mr. Xie's plan, so he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, director Wu has interviewed many artists recently, and even invited me for an interview a few days ago."

"Well, I know about this." Xie Beiwang said, "Ricci Entertainment's music department will be independent, and Wu De will be in charge."

"Isn't he the real person in charge?" Jiang Zicheng was anxious, afraid that Xie Beiwang would lose Jingzhou carelessly, so he hurriedly said, "Others don't know the situation of the new company, don't you? The new company is nominally in charge of Director Wu, In fact, the person behind it is your father!"

But on such a critical issue, Xie Beiwang lost his usual sensitivity, and his tone was exceptionally calm: "Of course I know. But he is getting old, and it is impossible to create a second Ruici."

Don't underestimate the enemy! !That old guy is ambitious! !Jiang Zicheng was so anxious that he almost told him about his ability. Fortunately, at the critical moment, the tense string in Jiang Zicheng's mind reminded him, so that he didn't let him be confused and expose his own trump card.

He could only murmur and complain: "Can't there be an age limit for being a president? For example, a person over 60 years old who has a girlfriend with more than three digits and children with more than two hands cannot be the president?"

Xie Beiwang: "...No, the president's letter of appointment does not restrict these things."

"Then what is the restriction?"

"Actually, it's similar to your artist contract." Xie Beiwang listed a few, "You can't participate in stimulating sports activities such as bungee jumping and skydiving, you can't donate blood at will, you can't publicly express non-mainstream political speeches, and you can't engage in dangerous activities such as drag racing and drunk driving. Public safety crimes... After all, every move I make will affect the entire company."

It was the first time that Jiang Zicheng knew that the letter of appointment of the president actually stipulated these messy things, even stricter than their artist contracts!

Jiang Zicheng felt that this was unnecessary: ​​"But with your personality, you wouldn't do anything dangerous."

"Who said that?" Xie Beiwang said in an extremely calm tone, "I fell in love with you, that is the most dangerous thing."

Who said that when the two of them were together, only Jiang Zicheng would bear the risk and infamy of being "nurtured"?As the CEO, falling in love with a same-sex artist, the pressure Xie Beiwang bears at the company level is unimaginable to outsiders.

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

The live performance in Jiangzicheng has become popular!Volcano eruption!Become a Buddha immediately!Soar up in place!The wind is roaring, the horse is calling the minion is roaring! !The heartbeat is seventy miles, the mood is free! ! !

Jiang Zicheng was dazed by the man's understatement of love words.

Xie Beiwang has always acted more than expressed.He would tell Jiang Zicheng what he wanted through actions, but he had never said "like" on any occasion.Who would have thought that "I love you", which is more important than "like", he said so simply.

It was obviously such an important sentence, but Xie Beiwang said it quietly, casually, and approached silently. Only when Jiang Zicheng looked around did he realize that this love was always there.

Jiang Zicheng slipped his hand and the phone was hung up.Dizzy, he slid along the wall and sat on the ground, feeling like a duck in a duck farm, whose mouth was ripped open by Mr. Xie, and sugar was poured into it.

Xie Beiwang didn't call again, but sent a set of messages in a calm manner.

Big Krypton: Chengcheng, you said the other day that it would take some time to think about it.

Big Krypton: How are you thinking now?

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

He thought about it... He thought about it so much that he overeat, and his waistline grew by three centimeters in a week!

Jiang Zicheng stretched out his right hand tremblingly, using his thumb and index finger to measure the distance.

That day in the underground garage, he told Xie Beiwang that he still needed time, and while talking, compared the distance of about ten centimeters with his thumb and index finger.

And now... He looked at his fingers and shortened the distance to five centimeters.

After thinking about it, it expanded to six centimeters.

No, no, no, it's still five centimeters—you have to be honest with yourself.

Then, he took a close-up of his right hand with his mobile phone and sent it.

Superman: [Share picture]

Superman: That's the answer.

Big Krypton: ?

Big Krypton: What is this?

The Great Kryptonian: My Diameter?

little Superman:……

Superman retracts a picture message.

Six centimeters! !It's still six centimeters!

Jiang Zicheng thought angrily: Not even a millimeter is missing!

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Jiang Zicheng had a rare period of free time, lying at home and playing games every day, taking the opportunity to empty his mind and stop thinking about complicated emotional issues.One day, an old friend Cai Shu called and asked Jiang Zicheng out for dinner.

The place where Uncle Cai made an appointment is a high-end Chinese restaurant not far from the company, which specializes in light and healthy Cantonese cuisine.The decoration of the restaurant is extremely exquisite, the distance between the tables is far away, and plants are used as partitions to create a private and comfortable atmosphere.

Jiang Zicheng has been filming in other places recently, and he hasn't seen Uncle Cai for more than half a year.The two of them are year-end friends, and they have to bless each other on WeChat during the New Year and holidays. They haven't seen each other for a while, but they are still very affectionate.

"I made a reservation late, and I didn't get a box, so I have to let you, a big star, accompany me to dinner in the lobby." Uncle Cai said cheerfully.

Jiang Zicheng laughed: "Uncle Cai, don't tease me, I'm just a young actor, obviously you are an international director."

Unexpectedly, Uncle Cai immediately picked up the words: "Then this little actor, the international director sitting in front of you now invites you to participate in his next movie, what do you think?"

"..." Jiang Zicheng couldn't laugh or cry, "Your straight ball is really..."

He thought that Uncle Cai's appointment with him was to reminisce about the past, but he didn't think it was to look forward to the future.

Jiang Zicheng put down his chopsticks and sat upright: "Yes, why not?"

Uncle Cai: "Oh? Why don't you ask what kind of movie it is?"

"Don't ask. You definitely won't choose a bad script, you can't make a name for yourself." Jiang Zicheng said slyly.

Since Uncle Cai won the Golden Lion Award at the Venice Film Festival last year for his directorial debut "Full House", many big-name screenwriters have extended an olive branch to him in the past six months, wanting to cooperate with him.But Uncle Cai didn't move. Every day he either went to square dance with his wife or went fishing, and he retired early.

Jiang Zicheng knows him well. Uncle Cai is an excellent director. He will slowly polish the stories he likes, making them soft and smooth, but retaining its original texture, like a soft stone, or It's a solid cloud.

Seeing that Jiang Zicheng readily agreed to appear in the next film, without even asking about the schedule, salary, or talent, Uncle Cai sighed that he didn't make friends.

This time the script was not written by Uncle Cai himself, but a work written by an unknown newcomer that he dug out from his work mailbox.The movie is called "Looking for Home", which is adapted from a real social case. It tells the story of a nanny who swapped her son with the employer's son because she was jealous of her employer. In the end, the identities of the two children were reversed, and they spent 25 years by accident. s story.And the leading actor that Jiang Zicheng will play is the country boy who was born in a well-to-do family but grew up in the mountains.

This movie has two major challenges for Jiang Zicheng. First, he must tan and build muscles to create the rough feeling of wanton growth in the mountains; language" local dialect.

Uncle Cai jokingly said: "This film is very image-destroying, you still have a chance to regret it, do you want to discuss it with your agent?"

"Hehehe, let's not discuss it!" Jiang Zicheng said, "Brother Hu is afraid that I will be stereotyped as a handsome boy, and he will definitely agree."

In a few words, the cooperation for the second half of this year was finalized, and the two clinked glasses to celebrate with drinks instead of wine.

……

There was a table full of delicious dishes in front of them, and the two chatted while eating.

Uncle Cai took a sip of his wine and said, "Okay, now that we're done talking about work, it's time for us to talk about personal matters."

"What private matter?"

"Your aunt's relatives have a little girl, two years older than you, who is a primary school teacher. Do you want to meet?" Uncle Cai is in his 50s this year. A media-friendly heart.

"..." Jiang Zicheng laughed awkwardly, "Uncle Cai, you also know the nature of an actor's work. He is not in Beijing all year round, busy with work, and easily involved in gossip. The young lady is not a member of the circle, so I will not harm others .”

Uncle Cai immediately said, "Oh, it looks like you're looking for someone from the circle?"

"..." He never said that!

Uncle Cai: "Speaking of which, in that romantic movie you made before, in which you played the second male lead, I saw that many people said that you and An Wen had a sense of CP."

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no, we are socialist brother and sister, and we usually get together to complain about her ex-boyfriend."

Uncle Cai: "What about Lu Xia? The artistes in our company know everything, and you two will play at the same table this time..."

Jiang Zicheng said seriously: "You said that we are at the same table! How can a college student fall in love early? The teacher doesn't allow it!"

He went around in circles a few times, putting on an unfeminine look, racking his brains to get rid of the scandalous relationship between men and women around him.

When Uncle Cai saw his avoidance, his heart moved, and he suddenly asked: "Xiao Jiang, tell me the truth, do you have a date? If so, just admit it boldly!"

Jiang Zicheng's heart jumped, and a certain figure suddenly appeared in his heart.As if his tail had been stepped on, he hurriedly said, "No, no, no, really."

Uncle Cai is quite old, and seeing him like this, he knew something was wrong with him. "Are you still chasing? Haven't caught up yet? How's the progress? Are you holding hands?"

"..." It's not just holding hands, they didn't even know how many times they played with four hands! ! !

Uncle Cai stopped the topic: "Okay, okay, I won't ask any more, seeing how blushing you are, I really should set up a mirror for you, so that you can see how stupid you are bubbling right now."

Jiang Zicheng subconsciously reached out to touch his face, but was frightened by the scorching temperature on his face, and quickly retracted his hand.

Does he really... care about Xie Beiwang that much?

Did you notice that even outsiders could easily see what he was thinking?

The agreed six-centimeter distance might not even be three centimeters now, right?

……

After eating this meal for two full hours, Jiang Zicheng was disconnected throughout the second half of the journey, and he would only respond perfunctorily with "oh" and "ah". Only he knew who was thinking about it.

Satisfied with food and drink, Uncle Cai got up and asked the waiter to pay the bill, but before he could say anything, he suddenly got stuck.

He suddenly lowered his body, hid himself behind the ornamental potted plant, and stretched out his hand to signal Jiang Zicheng to bow his head quickly.

Jiang Zicheng was puzzled: "Are you acting in a spy war drama here?"

Uncle Cai: "Quiet and quiet, if you don't want to cause trouble, just run away!"

Jiang Zicheng fell to the ground in a daze.

He was full of curiosity, and under the cover of the potted plant, he turned his head cautiously—hey, isn't that fat man standing outside the box, Director Wu of the artist management department?

I haven't seen him for a few days, his waistline seems to have grown again, he has a big belly, he wobbles when he walks, with a philistine smile on his face, talking to the young girl next to him.

The girl was wearing a suit and skirt, holding a brand-name briefcase in her hand, and she was very smartly dressed.

Because they were far away, their voices were so low that Jiang Zicheng couldn't hear what they were discussing, but judging from their expressions and body language, the topic should be extremely pleasant.

Strange... The more Jiang Zicheng looked at her, the more he felt that the lady looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

When the figures of the two walked out of the restaurant, Uncle Cai finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straight again.

"It's really unlucky." Uncle Cai said, "I actually met that guy Wu De."

Seeing the situation on Jiang Zicheng's face, Uncle Cai explained to him in a low voice: "Have you heard the news about the company recently? Ruici's music department is going to go out independently and set up a new label called 'Chang'an Music'. Managers want to jump over with artists."

"..." Jiang Zicheng not only knew, but also knew that the new company that was about to be established was not "Chang'an Music" at all, but "Chang'an Entertainment", a company that specialized in competing with his family!

Uncle Cai said: "You know the name. Wu De is a puppet. The person who is actually in charge of the new company is Mr. Xie. The woman who walked with Wu De just now is Mr. Xie's personal secretary."

... Mr. Xie's personal secretary?

……and many more!

Jiang Zicheng finally remembered where he had seen that female secretary before!

The first time he met Brother Hu's eyes, he saw that Brother Hu would become the artist director of Ruici Entertainment a few years later.And in that "future", Brother Hu sternly rejected the female secretary, telling her that he "never agrees to Mr. Xie taking care of the company's artists".

Because of this period of future, Jiang Zicheng once had a very bad impression of Xie Beiwang, thinking that he was the kind of rotten president who would subtly rule the little stars, and kept avoiding him in the initial contact.

Who would have thought that all of this was a misunderstanding—"Mr. Xie" who wanted to support the starlet was not Xie Beiwang at all, but Xie Chang'an! !

Jiang Zicheng sat there in a daze, the delicious food in front of him could no longer arouse his appetite.

At the same time, his brain was like a machine running at high speed, connecting all the things between him and Xie Beiwang from the time they met to the present, one by one, and reviewing them one by one.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he had become a blind fool. He could touch the truth clearly by bypassing the barrier, but he kept circling around the periphery, passing the truth several times, but turning a blind eye.

When he first met Xie Beiwang, he had always been deeply wary of him.

Jiang Zicheng could feel Xie Beiwang's pursuit of him and his concern for him.But because of his preconceived impressions, Jiang Zicheng was always unable to open himself up.

Obviously old Mr. Xie and Xie Beiwang are two completely different types of people!Why would he put the bad things done by Mr. Xie on Xie Beiwang's head?

Just because of his blind trust in the "precognition ability", Jiang Zicheng kept Xie Beiwang at the door, hesitating, not daring to take that step.

But now it is proved that his predictive ability can also send wrong information! !

The "future" he sees is just a small fragment that happened in a distant time and space. The cause and effect are unknown, and the language and expression may be fake...

From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Zicheng used his foresight ability to avoid countless risks, and even gained a lot of benefits from it.He trusts his own foreknowledge, just as he trusts his own eyes, his own nose, and his own ears—but he forgets that seeing is not believing.

If this paragraph of "nurture" is false, what about the other two paragraphs?

Could it also be a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding?

If everything he was worried about didn't exist, wouldn't his hesitation and struggle during this period of time be a complete mediocrity?

... A burst of scalding heat rushed to the heart, and with the beating of the heart, it was transmitted to his fingertips, his earlobes, and every corner of his body.

Jiang Zicheng seemed to be flying into the sky, his eardrums were cut off by the air pressure, and all external sounds disappeared.

All he could hear was the throbbing of the organ lying in his chest—thump, thump, thump.