I became popular after marrying a rebel

In fact, Wen Ya really wanted to ask, did your account get hacked, or did you slip your hands?

But he didn't have Makino's contact information, so he had no choice but to open the dialog box, edit a private message and send it.

Makino replied in seconds: "Hand slippery."

Oh, Wen Ya thought to himself, for some reason he was still a little bit disappointed.

He stood at the corner of the subway entrance, his face was dry and tense due to the warm wind, and he laughed at himself stupidly: he will never have any contact with you in the future, why should he pay attention to you for no reason?I also know that it is hand slipping, maybe I accidentally clicked wrong when checking the new follower, what is so disappointing.

Although Makino looks like Changfeng, he is not him after all.Mu Changfeng stayed in that world of a different dimension from yours, and bid farewell to you, separated from your life, and it is impossible for you to meet again, you have to accept this.

Wen Ya shook his head, walked out of the station quickly, and walked into the cold wind of Beijing in January.

He didn't want to touch the overstuffed memory box anymore, and he stopped looking at his mobile phone. When he got home, he started cleaning the rented house that hadn't been lived in for more than two months, cleared out expired food, and then wrote a replenishment list and went shopping. Fresh supermarket.

He is used to cooking by himself, the cart is full of vegetables and eggs, and he is thinking about tomorrow's arrangements.

Tomorrow is Sunday. During the day, the company has a fixed acting training class. As long as Wen Ya is in Beijing, he will usually go there; Change clothes at home, and then go buy a bunch of flowers... full of stars?Hydrangea?sunflower?It seems that I want to see the language of flowers——

He searched for Huayu, wrote it down in the memo, looked back at Weibo, and found that he and Makino still maintained mutual relations.

Early the next morning, Wen Ya went to the company to attend class.

The scale of Judian Company is not small, and the model of cultivating artists is not very formal. Most of the teachers are hired from art examination institutions, and there may not be dry goods in every class.But Wen Ya has always felt that acting is not a skill that can be relied upon forever once learned, and when there is no filming, it is also good to come over every week to review with others, so he has always been there very frequently.

What's more, since he came back from the book, although his experience has far surpassed that of ordinary people, he has been far away from acting for a long time.

Most of the people who attend classes with him are newcomers who have just joined the company.About his age, those who have been in the industry for more than seven years, if they still have no hope of seeing popularity, either change their careers, or accept their fate to make a living in some shoddy online dramas, which is rare.

The newcomers have only been in the company for a short time, and they don't know that Wen Ya has offended Brother Judian's gossip. Seeing that he is old and has filmed a lot of movies, after the three-hour class, they say "Brother Ya" and "Ya" "Brother" yelled affectionately, pulling him to ask questions.

Wen Ya has changed his temper now, his mind is open, not like before, and he doesn't keep any secrets about the performance problems, he tells them everything in detail, and a little bit of time goes by after talking like this.

When Shen Zeyu opened the door and came in, there were still three or four people around him.

Wen Ya greeted casually, "Are you using the classroom?"

The newcomers also called out one after another.

When Shen Zeyu was without makeup, his eyes were black and blue, his eyebrows were pale, and he looked a little shady. He leaned against the door and chuckled, "You dare to teach others with those two brushes, and you don't even look at how much you weigh, just hug a thigh I can't find the north—”

"You don't think that you can get the role if you hook up with Makino, do you?"

It sounded like a joke at first, but Wen Ya knew that he was really upset.

The little newcomers looked at each other, thinking in their hearts, Senior Wen's acting skills are obviously good, and he also said a lot of dry things, but because of Shen Zeyu's popularity, no one dared to say more for a while.

On the contrary, Wen Ya himself felt that it didn't matter - when Shen Zeyu first joined the industry, he failed to hug Lou Chen's thigh, and since then he has never felt good about this unlucky guy who refused to be submerged and was forced to sit on the bench.

In fact, Wen Ya didn't understand the logic of this, if Shen Zeyu tried to get caught but failed, what did it matter to him?

However, this industry is under great pressure and the ecology is also deformed. It is a routine operation to praise the high and depress the low. Those who are popular and not popular rarely have a good temper in private.

In the past, he was afraid that he would offend Shen Zeyu, and he would be put on small shoes in the future, and he would have no hope of turning over, but now he has seen it, and naturally he will not be subject to such idleness. I have no experience in drama, so I can always say some lessons. My juniors are willing to listen, so I will say a few more words. As for the thighs, it’s useless even if I hug them. Whose thighs can be as thick as Wang Dong’s, right? "

Shen Zeyu didn't expect Wen Ya to be so sharp-tongued today, and he was even more certain that he had a backer, and he must be playing tricks behind his back if he didn't go well in the audition.Just as he was about to scold him back, he heard the nasty things behind his back being exposed in front of a group of juniors. He hated and was angry in his heart, and he was speechless for a while.

Just at this time, the newly recruited life assistant trotted all the way holding the mobile phone, "Brother Zeyu! Wang Dong's call!"

Shen Zeyu: "..."

Shen Zeyu shouted angrily: "What are you shouting for? Am I deaf?"

The little newcomers had never seen this kind of scene, they huddled together and shivered, like a flock of little quails in the cold wind.

Wen Ya couldn't help laughing, and waved his hand, "I'm still in a daze, I didn't see that Brother Zeyu was busy, let's go, go eat."

The crowd immediately dispersed as birds and beasts.

He didn't notice that Shen Zeyu walked out of the practice room, picked up his mobile phone, and changed his aggrieved expression, "Brother Wang, my characters have been cut off. There must be an explanation for this?"

In the afternoon, An Yi came to pick him up for dinner. The urban love drama he was filming earlier had already been filmed, and he didn't have a job until the end of the year. Recently, he got a new GLA to drive. .

When the two met, they hooked their shoulders to cook hot pot. When they entered the shop, they ordered shrimp slippery, hairy tripe, duck blood, tender beef, bean curd, gluten, yams, and a platter of seasonal vegetables. Afterwards, Shi Anyi habitually followed his Taste said: "The bottom of the pot should be mandarin duck pot, one side should be heavy and spicy with butter, and the other side should be tomato? Pork belly chicken?"

Wen Ya smiled and said, "On the other side, I want clear oil and slightly spicy."

Shi Anyi was shocked, "Yazi, you have changed your sex! Aren't you afraid of hurting your skin?"

Wen Ya smiled, and only then remembered that he used to be self-disciplined to the point of being almost harsh, and would never eat a single bite of spicy food.

In fact, he still can't eat spicy food very much now, it's just that he hasn't eaten something tasty for too long.

In the last few years of his previous life, his golden core was broken, his physical body was damaged, and he vomited blood every day.In order to keep his life alive, Changfeng even went through mountains of swords and seas of fire one by one, but it was only in exchange for him surviving, lingering on his last breath.

He could barely eat and rarely felt hungry.

All he could remember, other than the elixir, seemed to be a year old, Chang Feng was carrying him on his back and walking at the foot of Lingshan Mountain.

The wine shop in the town is fragrant, and it sells appetizers such as roasted roe deer meat, marinated white fish, fried chestnuts, and salted peanuts.It was rare for him to feel hungry, so Changfeng bought all the food in the restaurant, and invited the passing rivers and lakes, old beggars in ragged clothes, and children who went out to put flowers to eat together.He peeled a few fried chestnuts with caramel sugar and gave them to the children, and peeled a few more for Changfeng, and ate one for himself, as well as some fish, but it was bitter in the mouth.

He has been away from the master's school for a long time, but people mistakenly think that they are from the Lingshan sect, and call them "immortals" and "immortal elders".Amidst the sound of firecrackers, the children kowtowed and said auspicious words such as "getting enlightenment soon" and "longevity and prosperity". Almost freaked people out.

In the past few days since he came back, he first suffered from a minor illness and couldn't eat, and then he put all his thoughts on the audition, temporarily ignoring his appetite.It wasn't until I entered the hot pot restaurant and smelled the aroma of the bottom ingredients that I really felt greedy.

After 02:30, there were far fewer people in the hot pot restaurant than at the dining peak. The dishes were delivered quickly, and the table was full. Wen Ya mixed the small ingredients in the bowl, and concentrated his head on waiting for the spicy food. The spicy bottom boils.

"Hey!" Shi Anyi stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, "Wake up!"

"I didn't ask yesterday, how did you and the Xuanhe get in touch with each other?"

Wen Ya thought for a while, and briefly summarized what happened yesterday, "Yesterday I had hypoglycemia after the audition, and Makino kindly gave me a ride. Later, I followed his Weibo, and he also followed me with his slippery hand, maybe If you find out, I’m too embarrassed to cancel it, so just pay attention.”

There are too many slots, Shi Anyi is a bit hard to describe.

"...He swipe to follow you? If he doesn't take the initiative to search for you, how can he swipe?"

Wen Ya said: "Then you go ask him, how do I know that he said his hand is slippery?"

"Damn it! It's an excuse to make it clear!" Shi Anyi slapped the table, "Is he interested in you? No, didn't he want to sneak up on you?"