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The next scene came as scheduled. Qu Mu sat in the resting place of the extras, with his hands on his knees, quietly watching the filming. The extras around him recognized him as Lanzhi's actor and chatted with him with a smile.

"Why is Teacher Qu sitting with us?"

Qu Mu turned his head, smiled and put away the lunch he had eaten: "Isn't it nice for everyone to eat together?"

His gaze turned to Ji Ping involuntarily. Ji Ping, who was immersed in the drama, seemed to be the real Dinghu Lake who had been in the boxing ring for many years.

"Teacher Ji's acting skills are really breathtaking." The group performers beside him were amazed, and whispered about Ji Ping's life.

Ji Ping made his debut as a child star with superb acting skills, and his face is also more handsome as he grows older. He doesn't have the sadness of other child stars who grow disabled or can't keep up with their height. In addition, he comes from a wealthy family, so he has no exposure to the dirty things in the entertainment industry. The journey was smooth and smooth, and he became friends with his friend Liu Lianping. With a literary film co-produced by the two of them, he became the best actor in the Starlight Award with the highest gold content in China.

"I heard that "Ruzhilan" was used by Director Zhou to compete for the Moon Award. This beautiful prop has put a lot of effort into it."

The Moon Award is the Asian Film Award second only to the international award Apollo Award, and it is also the dream award of every director and actor.Qu Mu remembered that in the book, Ji Ping proposed to the heroine after winning the Starlight Award, the Moon Award and the Apollo Award in succession.

Um?How do you feel, what's wrong?

Qu Mu stood up abruptly, pointed at the scene being filmed, and said in a trembling voice: "This, this film is Ruzhilan?!"

"Mr. Qu, did you know the title of the film after filming for so long?"

"No, no, I just want to make sure." Qu Mu remembered!In the book, Ji Ping won the Moon Award for a film called "Confucianism", and that film had been renamed, and its original name was "Ruzhilan"!

Qu Mu's back was drenched in cold sweat, and he couldn't help but think, if the film hadn't been written in the book, if Lanzhi's role hadn't been deleted and the name changed, Ji Ping wouldn't have won the Best Actor award, right? !

His eyes were lost, and he squatted down helplessly. Even the group performers next to him saw that something was wrong: "Teacher Qu, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's okay..." Qu Mu waved his hand to politely reject the group performer's idea of ​​helping him, took advantage of Ji Ping's back to him, dodged to leave, and staggered towards the hotel lobby.

***

Qu Mu was sitting on the sofa in the lobby struggling to breathe. Guan Luo was originally watching Ji Ping's performance on the set, but when he heard the extras whispering about Qu Mu's situation, for some reason, he followed Qu Mu out as soon as his brain got hot.

A glass of water was handed to Qu Mu, Qu Mu stared suspiciously at Guan Luo in front of him, then looked at the water in the glass, Nu Nuzui remained silent.

"Don't worry, you haven't poisoned me." Guan Luo lowered his face and said embarrassingly.

Only then did Qu Mu take the glass with confidence, drank the water in one gulp, and said with a painful expression, "Did you put all the ice cubes from the North Pole in it?"

"Do you want to drink or not?" Guan Luo gave Qu Mu a white look.

Qu Mu sat on the sofa, and Guan Luo looked at each other. It took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "Are you okay?"

Guan Luo looked at Qu Mu with a solemn expression. Before he could speak, Qu Mu guessed what he wanted to say: "Although you are Ji Ping's manager, there is no reason to restrict who he can make friends with, right?"

"Don't you think you can really be Ji Ping's friend?" Guan Luo's eyes suddenly began to dislike Qu Mu again.

Seeing him making Qu Mu feel uncomfortable, he leaned against the armrest of the sofa: "Why, you have to be Ji Ping's friend? Then how can you be his friend?"

"Qu Mu, you don't want to toast and eat fine wine."

"Since when is it called a toast when you force someone to drink wine?" Qu Mu Shiran glanced at Guan Luo, smiling briskly, "Oh, I forgot that you are an economic predator. It’s not good, but it’s justifiable.”

"You!" Guan Luo stood up, staring at Qu Mu angrily.

"Guan Luo, if you don't want to listen to what I have to say, then keep your mouth shut. Whether or not Ji Ping wants to be friends with me is his own choice, even if you are his younger brother, you have no right to interfere."

Qu Mu raised his right leg and placed it on his left leg comfortably, ignoring Guan Luo's anger.

"Okay, since you don't want to be soft and hard, I have nothing to say."

Guan Luo took the glass out of Qu Mu's hand, put one hand in his pocket, and stood proudly in front of Qu Mu, "I'm just stopping you now, after Ji Ping's family knows your existence, do you think you can still entertain?" Are you like a fish in water?"

Guan Luo turned around and left, but Qu Mu was particularly concerned about the word "family" he said. He remembered that the book did not reveal Ji Ping's family background, it only said that Ji Ping was rich, but just now some people in the group said, Ji Ping's family is rich.

However, Ji Ping is already an adult, why does his family restrict him from making friends?

Qu Mu's expression gradually turned solemn. The only memory he had of Ji Ping's family was the grand castle wedding when Ji Ping married the heroine in the book.

For some reason, Qu Mu's tongue pressed against the palate when he thought of the heroine who was a natural match with Ji Ping, feeling inexplicably annoyed.

"Where's the pickled fish?"

Pressing Qu Mu's slender shoulders with both hands, a familiar breath came from behind.

Qu Mu didn't turn his head back, and said lazily: "I haven't done it yet, why are you so fast?"

Ji Ping walked up to Qu Mu and sat down, shrugging his shoulders helplessly: "Duan Linyu's expression is wrong, his hair hasn't been dyed black, and the wig he's wearing is too bad. Two or three photos didn't work, so try again tomorrow night."

"Isn't he just a small character?" Qu Mu was puzzled. He also remembered that scene. There were so many tricks in the scene. Why did Duan Lin Yu go wrong and had to reshoot.

"He asked the investor for a few lines, but when he was acting, he was too restrained and not aggressive enough." Ji Ping casually touched the wet table, the water droplets on the glass wall hadn't completely dried up just now.

Qu Mu was stunned: "It's fine if he plays in his true colors, that role fits him very well." Isn't the little gangster who pretends to be a tiger, not Duan Linyu himself?

"It's a pity that you understand this truth, but Duan Linyu is kept in the dark."

As soon as Qu Mu heard this, he turned around, clenched his fists and gestured at Ji Ping: "I know what you mean? Don't point fingers at me in front of me."

"Okay." Ji Ping chuckled and held Qu Mu's wrist, "Let's borrow the kitchen together? I'm hungry."

***

It was impossible for Ji Ping to enter the kitchen. After all, Qu Mu was also afraid of blowing up the hotel kitchen, but he still forced Ji Ping to stand outside and serve him tea and water.

"Wipe the sweat." Qu Mu raised the big pot in the kitchen and shook the spoon neatly. As soon as he finished speaking, a hand was stretched out beside him, and he wiped the hot sweat off his forehead with a paper towel.

There was only one chef on duty at night, and seeing the two of them coming to the kitchen, he asked for a signed photo of Ji Ping, and then simply went to sleep in a corner, and waited for half an hour before he was awakened by the fragrant pickled fish.

Taking a closer look, the golden sour soup is dotted with pickled peppers, and the fish fillets have been completely removed from the bones, forming a fortress one by one.

The chef never expected that Qu Mu's craftsmanship was not inferior to him at all: "This one, is Mr. Ji's chef?"

The chef's tentative question made Qu Mu burst into laughter, he blushed and waved his hands, "No, no, I'm also an entertainer, I just like cooking."

"I'm sorry, I'm blind." Seeing that the two were about to bring a large bowl of pickled fish upstairs, the chef specially lent them a delivery cart, looking at Qu Mu's back and sighing, "If you can Just poach people to our hotel."

Qu Mu, who was pushing the sauerkraut fish, did not expect that the chef of the hotel had started poaching. He walked all the way to the door with Ji Ping. During this period, Ji Ping wanted to help him push the cart, but he almost dumped the cart and the sauerkraut fish. So he was ordered by Qu Mu not to get close to the food before eating.

"Just put your head down and eat it for me, don't stretch out your hand, I'm afraid your aura will explode if you get close to the pickled fish."

Ji Ping laughed: "Is that why you don't believe me?"

"It's not just 'so' not believing you, it's very certain and certain."

The two talked while walking, completely oblivious to the fact that there was a person behind them following them step by step with their hands behind their backs.

At the door of Ji Ping's room, when Qu Mu took out his room card to open the door, Ji Ping felt that something was wrong. He grabbed Qu Mu's hand and looked back: "Old Xu?"

Xu Yuanzhong's stomach rang at the right time: "You, you guys, do you mind adding a pair of chopsticks?"