Discussion on how to attack the sick villain after transmigrating into vicious cannon fodder

The fog in November was cloudy and rainy, and it rained lightly for 30 out of [-] days. The air was cold and humid. Walking on the street, my nostrils were filled with the special smell of rain.

The big iron gate of Zela Cemetery is open to the outside, and the avenue imitating the ancient Egyptian style is paved with yellow-brown rectangular stone bricks. On both sides of the road is an uneven tombstone, and the soul under the tombstone is buried here.

There were very few people who came early in the morning, and there were very few people around. The two of them walked forward slowly holding the same black umbrella. It was the first time for Chen Yuan to visit such a place, and he looked around curiously.

It's not like he hasn't visited tombs before, but there are many tombstones neatly arranged on a mountain, all of the same size and shape, and the surrounding environment is also average. Putting some flowers in front of the tomb is considered a visit.

Unlike the cemetery here, each tombstone is different. What's more, a sculpture of a bald head is placed on the top of the tombstone, which is particularly eye-catching.

"That's Beulley's tomb."

Li Mingyan noticed that the young man had been staring at the head of the sculpture, and reminded him lightly.

Beulley?who?

Calling 000 in his mind, he explained:

"It was a politician, philosopher, and economist in the [-]th century who promoted the development of history. As a result, he died in a foreign country and was buried here."

Chen Yuan: "Oh..."

No wonder the tombstone is so big.

Passing by all kinds of strange tombstones along the way, Chen Yuan even saw a tombstone covered with sculptures of angels, with bare breasts and breasts, so he thought Li Mingyan's mother's tombstone would be so gorgeous.

As a result, when the two of them stopped, he realized that the stele in front of him was very small and ordinary. It didn't even have any sculpture decorations, and the surrounding area was also cleaned up very clean.

But the only unusual thing is a bunch of flowers placed in front of the tomb.

Chen Yuan thought it was carnations, but after he took a closer look, he realized that it was actually a bunch of yellow roses.

But they just came today, who put the flowers?

Could it be that someone was earlier than them?

He looked up at the man, only to find that under the quiet face of the man, there was disgust and anger that could not be hidden.

Li Mingyan stuffed the handle of the umbrella into the young man's hand, took a few steps forward, and kicked the yellow rose away.

The petals, which were originally more delicate and charming with the rain, were instantly collapsed, and they were also stained with mud, making them look dirty.

Chen Yuan: "..."

Well, no matter who released it, that person is definitely not welcomed by the second master.

When Li Mingyan placed the carnations and stared quietly at the tombstone, he carefully looked at the epitaph.

The inscription reads:

【YUNROUTANG

OCT.21.1957—NOV.11.2001

DIDN'TBRINGANYTHING, DIDN'TLEAVEANYTHING.]

Chen Yuan: "Tang... Yun... Rou... Uh, second master, what do you think I am doing."

"Come here." The man beckoned.

Chen Yuan walked over, because the height difference between the two was half a head, and he had to raise his hand so that the umbrella would not touch the other's head.

Li Mingyan took the umbrella, hugged the person's shoulders, and said to the tombstone:

"Mom, this is your daughter-in-law."

Chen Yuan: "..."

The original body of emotion has never been here.

It's time for him to talk now, what about introducing himself...?

"Auntie, my name is Chen Yuan, Yuan."

"Call mom."

"Oh oh, mom."

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

"I'll see you again next year."

After a while, the man opened his mouth and ended his annual visit.

I come every year for nearly 20 years. I have already said and shed all the words and tears that should be said, and I can't think of new words until now.

The two left with umbrellas, Chen Yuan actually counted the time on the tombstone in his mind, and found out that Li Mingyan's mother only lived to be 44 years old, and she barely passed away at a young age.

He asked 000 the reason, and 000 even said he didn't know, so he asked him to ask, it would be best if he found out.

But how dare Chen Yuan, he knew it was a sensitive topic at this glance, he was afraid that the second master would get angry, or be stimulated to have a seizure again.

That's not good.

……

When we got off the plane, it was already past nine in the evening in China. Chen Yuan didn't go back to the set, instead he went straight to the hotel and fell asleep. He slept until [-]:[-] the next morning and then went back to the car to continue filming.

"Where did you go to play this time?"

Mu Yufeng was dressed in white clothes on the upper body and special effect clothes on the lower body, but he was wearing a pair of cotton slippers on his feet. He was holding a warm baby in his hands, and he was sitting on the rest chair in a very shapeless manner, shivering from the cold.

Chen Yuan chatted with him: "Something happened at home, and if I don't deal with it, it will really happen. Director Liu is also considerate of me, and gave me a few days off."

Mu Yufeng smiled:

"They all said that you were traveling with Master Jin. I still remember reminding you not to get too close to Jiang Feichen if you don't want to be unspoken rules, but they didn't expect that you already have Master Jin."

Chen Yuan: "..."

Gold, lord, lord, lord, those people are full of gold, lord!

But there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

Li Mingyan is indeed quite rich and powerful, and he also wants to praise himself.

Mu Yufeng lowered his head and sighed: "I'm too naive, no one in this line of work can be clean, unless there is a background in the family."

The young man suddenly leaned forward: "Could it be that Brother Mu, you also...?"

Mu Yufeng raised his head to look at him, and finally grinned with that handsome face and said:

"Why, do you want to hear my gossip?"

Chen Yuan: "Brother Mu, just say what you want, and I promise to keep my mouth shut... Ouch!"

Mu Yufeng knocked on his forehead: "You have a good idea."

The two were laughing and joking, but they didn't know that something big happened to Jiang Feichen.

"Brother! You're playing it off this time!!"

In the waiting room, the manager was running around in a hurry, but when he turned around, he saw his artist was still swiping his phone, and he didn't worry about it, he was almost pissed off.

"Brother Jiang!!"

"He really asked you for 5000 million hush money?"

Jiang Feichen finally had some reaction.

The last conversation he had with Chen Yuan in the dressing room was recorded, and afterward, he asked them for money to seal it up, otherwise the recording would be published.

5000 million, neither too much nor too little, was nothing to Jiang Feichen, but he didn't want to just give it so casually.

Because being blackmailed feels bad and aggrieved.

"On the opposite side is a well-known entertainment reporter in the circle, with a lot of information about artists in his hands. I didn't expect him to follow you this time, brother! You are so careless! Someone recorded the sound! This is going to happen. If it is exposed, your acting career will be ruined!"

The agent frowns,

"We don't have a family background like Wen Ziyan's. Even homosexuals can thrive in the circle. No one dares to suppress him. We also attracted a wave of fans because we candidly announced our sexual orientation. Our character design But a proper straight man is the complete opposite of what you recorded!"

Jiang Feichen was extremely irritable, he tapped his index finger on the chair frantically, his brows were furrowed tightly.

Manager: "Brother, there is no other way if we don't give it to us. At least Yu Ji is quite trustworthy. He will definitely delete the recording after giving the money..."

Jiang Feichen: "..."

The manager was about to cry: "Brother..."

"Give it! Give him the money!" Jiang Feichen kicked the chair violently.

This time he capsized in the gutter.

……

Chen Yuan's role finally wrapped up after seven days.

A male number five took nearly a month, and took two vacations during the period, and finally finished filming his own part slowly.

It's embarrassing to think about it.

Chen Yuan originally thought that the insiders would give red envelopes to the crew and then retreat quietly, but he never thought that Director Liu would come to him in person.

"Little Chen~"

Chen Yuan was eating biscuits, his mouth was full of crumbs, his cheeks were bulging like a hamster:

"Why is it swollen, Director Niu?"

Liu Yishan: "...You eat first, eat first, don't worry."

Chen Yuan quickly drank his saliva, swallowed the biscuit, and then wiped his face with a napkin.

"That little Chen, the finale banquet... are you going to hold it?" Liu Yishan smiled kindly, with a big smile on his chubby face, "At any rate, you are also a male number five, and you won't just leave after filming. People, right? I don’t force you to invite the whole crew to dinner, just a dozen or so people in a small area is enough, hehe!”

Chen Yuan: "..."

What, you want to prostitute me for free?I'm obviously just a little actor!It's not a big star like Liu Lina, even if you ask, there may not be someone who is willing to reward her face.

Thinking of other things in my heart, I still have to give the director face:

"If you want to open it, you must open it."

"That's good, that's good." Liu Yishan smiled, "Well, I have a merciless request..."

Chen Yuan also smiled at him: "Just say what you want."

Liu Yishan: "Your...can you do me a favor?"

Oh hoo.

Do you want to establish a relationship with the second master so as to attract investment?

Chen Yuan touched his chin.

In fact, even if he agreed to Liu Yishan, he couldn't be sure that Li Mingyan would definitely come.

The other party didn't seem to like a noisy environment, especially at night, and he didn't know when he would eat a meal, not to mention that he was busy with work, and it wasn't like being a boss could do whatever he wanted.

"Director Liu, this is a bit difficult."

After thinking for a while, the young man showed a embarrassed expression.

Liu Yishan thought about it and thought it was the same.

Artists follow the gold, and the master runs away. How can there be gold, and the master follows the artist.

He patted Chen Yuan on the shoulder: "Come if you can, and don't force yourself if you don't come."

Chen Yuan: "I understand Director Liu."

Then he put down the suitcase in his hand.

Originally, he planned to return to Kyoto today, but since he wanted to treat him to dinner, it would take another day or two.

"Why didn't you come back right away?"

On the phone, the man's voice was still mellow and moving, with an elegant tone, and the eardrums of the listeners itched.

Chen Yuan coughed dryly: "Well, Second Master, I want to talk to you about something."

Li Mingyan: "Huh?"

Chen Yuan: "It's just that I plan to invite them to dinner. This is a normal process. It's just that the actors are invited to treat them after they've finished production. The cost is not too big..."

The man raised his eyebrows: "So?"

Chen Yuan struggled for a while, and finally whispered in a voice as thin as a mosquito's voice:

"Well... I just want to ask, can you come? My wrap-up banquet..."

Li Mingyan chuckled lightly and said:

"You want me to come? You need to fly from Kyoto to City C."

Chen Yuan's scalp was numb, and he quickly vetoed:

"You don't have to come if you don't have time, I'm just asking."

"I can come."

"what?"

"But there is a condition."

"..." Chen Yuan asked cautiously, "What conditions?"

Li Mingyan said slowly:

"I've been married for so long, I don't think I've ever heard you call me husband."

On the computer screen, the young man screamed "Damn it!", then jumped up suddenly, clutching the phone's sound outlet, and wandered around the room.

The phone was eerily quiet.

Li Mingyan shrugged his shoulders, a smile filled his eyes.

After a while, he watched the young man on the screen slowly move his hand away, then took a deep breath, and with a flushed face, he softly called out to the phone:

"……husband."