When cannon fodder becomes a sand sculpture

Three reporters stood in front of a table, pointing their guns at Wen Shuang. Wen Shuang blinked and sat up straight: "What do you want to ask?"

The reporter standing in the middle had sharp eyes, and directly threw out a proposition, "Which CP of Yunlan Xianzun do you like the most in the play?"

Wen Shuang thought to herself, did you hit the CP to death?He smiled: "I'm sorry, I don't mind, and the original author also said that Yunlan Xianzun is a tragic character who advances the plot, and there are no such problems."

Anyway, no matter how the reporter asks, it is impossible for Wen Shuang to bind Yunlan to other characters. Just kidding, he has experienced the exaggeration of these media, and then he will make a mess for Xuan Zhe to see, and he will have to take off his pants to atone .

The press conference was a success. After the end, the actors went backstage to change their costumes. Wen Shuang rubbed the pendant in her hand and went to find Lu Li.

Wen Shuang always felt that the original body cast a big shadow on Lu Li, but there was no one in the changing room for a while, Lu Li saw that Shuang came in and just nodded with a calm expression. How could there be any timidity in front of others?

The acting skills are quite good, Wen Shuang said in her heart, then walked up to Lu Li, met the young man's slightly surprised eyes, and spread the pendant in the palm of her hand, "Zhong Ming asked me to give it to you." Wen Shuang felt that Zhong Ming There is a high probability that he will give up on Lu Li, it is just some ties that cannot be let go, so he carefully worded: "As your fan."

This is also what Zhong Ming sent a message to Wen Shuang later. He knew that Lu Li and Zheng Yuanfei were in love with each other, and gradually came to his senses, he wanted to give Lu Li the last item in the name of a fan, as a silent farewell.

Lu Li seemed to want to say something, but was pushed back by Wen Shuang's last sentence. He took it in silence for a moment, and smiled: "Thank you."

It's easy for Wenshuang to meet his goal, but I just hope that Zhong Ming will stop being a dog brother, otherwise it will be like being inserted in the middle of other people's feelings.

After getting in the nanny car, Zhu Lian told Wen Shuang about the upcoming itinerary. When it came to recruiting an assistant, Wen Shuang suddenly paused, and Wen Shuang raised her head, "What's wrong, Miss Zhu?"

Zhu Lian glanced at the rearview mirror, feeling a little embarrassed: "something happened to Chen Zong, I have to follow you all the time, you are not able to do it all, and tomorrow the personnel department will recruit a new group of people, otherwise you can see ?”

"Small things." Wen Shuang didn't care. Zhu Lian was originally a manager and not his personal assistant. He also had artists under his command, so it didn't make sense to keep following her.

The Human Resources Department sent a total of five people for Wen Shuang to choose. Generally, he would take two for his coffee position, and seven or eight for those with deep backgrounds. But Wen Shuang didn’t have much to do, so he planned to keep one. Originally, he thought that it would be enough. , who knows that Wen Shuang really picked someone who is a good match for his eyes.

A young man in his mid-twenties, with a fair appearance and a thin stature, was obviously different from other applicants. Wen Shuang directly kept him, and only later heard Zhu Lian sigh: "That is Yang Lian, who lives in the city next door. The young master of the Mingchen Group, of course he used to be, the famous minister is gone, and he has fallen from a young master who has no worries about food and clothing to what he is now, but I think it’s okay, the child is quite optimistic."

Yang Lian took over the relevant matters from Zhu Lian that afternoon. He was very smart and quickly memorized Wen Shuang's entire itinerary for the next week.

Although this aristocratic family has collapsed, the children it teaches are different. Zhu Lian felt relieved after feeling a little bit, and went to deal with the mess on Chen Zong's side.

Yang Lian and Wen Shuang were more reserved at the beginning, and Yang Lian was older than Wen Shuang, but Wen Shuang couldn't say "Brother" to such a face full of water, so after a long time of deliberation, he finally managed to say: "Lian'er?"

Yang Lian: "..."

Yang Lian laughed: "Just call me by my name."

In fact, Yang Lian was also sweating, because no matter how gentle and polite the artist is to the public outside, he is very likely to be arrogant and paranoid behind the scenes, and does not regard his assistant as a person. He thought that Wen Shuang had achieved so much at such a young age. The achievement should be that people feed people into their mouths to drink water, but they are especially easy to talk about.

"Yang Lian." Wen Shuang followed the good advice, and felt that the slightly condensed atmosphere suddenly relaxed.

Yang Lian is very capable, not lazy at all, and can't take time off after busy work.I heard that the famous minister went bankrupt only a year ago. In other words, Yang Lian may have tried his best to grow to this level in just one year. Simplicity, which is harder for some than killing them.

"Tomorrow is the recording of the new star's debut. You don't have a lot of schedule the day after tomorrow." Yang Lian checked the schedule carefully, and thought for a while when he saw this, "Why don't we advance an advertisement? This way you can relax at the end of the month."

Wen Shuang nodded: "Listen to you."

As soon as the words were finished, the door was pushed open, and a handsome man in a suit and leather shoes walked in. Yang Lian was taken aback for a moment, after all, the other party was indeed good-looking, and then he said with a sullen face, "Who are you? This is the artists' rest area, who told you came in?"

Xuan Zhe may not have been murdered in his own territory, and for a while, he was more interested than angry, and looked at Wen Shuang, who had an indescribable expression: "This is your new assistant?"

Yang Lian felt that this way of speaking was too familiar, and it was hard to observe carefully. The logo on the man's suit, the watch on his wrist, the shoes on his feet, and the whole outfit couldn't be unstoppable. After all, he was once A member of this circle, knowing that the identity of the visitor is unusual, was thinking of asking Wen Shuang for help outside the arena, when he saw the man step up to him, hugged Wen Shuang, and rubbed the top of the young man's head with his chin affectionately.

Yang Lian: "..."

The HR department is in a hurry. Yang Lian came to the company to report yesterday, and came to interview the assistant today after passing the basic review. It is impossible to meet Xuan Zhe.

"Hmm..." Wen Shuang rubbed against Xuanzhe's chest, feeling that there was something he needed to clarify with Yang Lian. He gently pushed Xuanzhe away, but the man preempted him, "Who do you think I am?"

Yang Lian blurted out: "Wen Shuang's boyfriend."

Xuan Zhe's eyes brightened slightly, and he was very satisfied with this answer, "Don't say it, Zhu Lian is quite reliable in finding someone."

Wen Shuang: "..."

Yang Lian looked respectful: "So you are?"

Xuan Zhe: "Wen Shuang's boyfriend."

Yang Lian: "..." He found that this pair of dog abusers were a bit tough... The man in front of him repeatedly emphasized his relationship with Wen Shuang, and took pleasure in it.

Wen Shuang quickly answered: "Xuan Zhe, Quan Yi's..."

"Hello, Mr. Xuan!" Yang Lian's reaction was amazing. He had read the employee handbook last night, and the word "Xuan Zhe" was very loud, and everyone in this circle knew it.

"Are you off work?" Xuanzhe asked.

Yang Lian: "Get off."

"That's fine, I'll take my boyfriend to dinner, you are busy with your work." Xuanzhe led Wenshuang to the underground parking lot directly, no one told Yang Lian to keep his mouth shut, because this man knew how to measure.

After getting in the car, Wen Shuang discussed it: "Tonight..."

"No seafood." Xuanzhe started the car, Liangliang cut off, "How many days have you been eating in a row? Last night you said your stomach was cold."

As soon as Wen Shuang heard the tone, she knew that there was no way to go, she bowed her head and listened to the man's arrangements.

Xuanzhe took Wenshuang to eat authentic Suzhou cuisine. This restaurant tastes very authentic. It is most famous for its squirrel fish and braised lion head. The grass is full, the breeze blows, and the bamboo forest not far away sends a peaceful "rustling" sound.

"The scenery here is really beautiful." Wen Shuang looked around.

"The taste is better." Xuanzhe held his lover in one hand and put on the suit he had just taken off with the other, still calm and atmospheric, the two walked to the deepest place together.

The more expensive it is inside, the more expensive it is. Of course, this is not a big deal for Mr. Xuan. He asked for a private room alone. The ceiling is very low, and he can reach the wooden window on the side by raising his hand. When you open it, you will see a reduced version of the lake and mountains in the yard. , at sunset, the setting sun is like blood, but the falling light is very warm and elegant.

Wen Shuang has a good appetite, and Xuan Zhe has already figured out his appetite. After ordering the meal, the two chatted about work matters. Xuan Zhe poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Wen Shuang. Yang Lian is quite young."

Wen Shuang didn't understand: "Yes."

"It looks good too."

"It's pretty clean."

"Will it be addictive to watch him?" Xuan Zhe looked up.

Wen Shuang felt a bit of coldness, and when she understood, she couldn't laugh or cry, "President Xuan, please do me a favor, your face is the most addictive in the whole world."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Xuanzhe's slightly tense nerves eased. It wasn't that he was good at brewing vinegar, but that Wenshuang's ability to provoke people inadvertently reached its peak. It is always right to be careful.

When the dishes came to the table, the aroma was striking. Wen Shuang took a bite of the squirrel fish, and suddenly he was no longer sad for not eating seafood. He had just stuffed his mouthful of rice, and he caught a glimpse of something, and suddenly turned his head and coughed violently.

Xuan Zhe immediately got up and went over, "You slow down..."

Before finishing speaking, they were dragged by Wen Shuang. The two of them leaned back into a blind spot at the same time. Under the young man's head, put one hand along his back: "Slow down, speak slowly, what's wrong?"

"Damn it..." Wen Shuang seemed to want to sit up, but it seemed like there was a real ghost standing outside, with an unbelievable expression on his face, "Our private room is outside, the second room on the right, guess who I saw ?!"

Xuan Zhe definitely wouldn't guess, he straightened up straight up, and then met the eyes of Tang Weisheng who was pouring tea into the yard with a dignified face.

Xuanzhe: "..." He also saw the person opposite Tang Weisheng, with a familiar profile, who is it?

Tang Weisheng: "..."

"Did your brother talk to Tan Li?" Wen Shuang asked, seeing Xuan Zhe squinted his eyes and didn't answer, so he also sat up.

The moment he saw Wen Shuang, Tang Weisheng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help but burst out: "Fuck!"

Tan Li smashed the cold dish with his chopsticks on the plate, and immediately felt sorry for him: "What, what's the matter? Is the food not to your liking? It's okay, let's order again."

"No." Tang Weisheng pressed his forehead, "You just said that your grandma often went to the temple behind Qingshan to offer incense. Is that place spiritual?"

Tan Li was confused, but looking at Tang Weisheng's appearance, he was really distressed, and he didn't want to stand coldly, so he hurriedly said: "Ling, my grandma gives a lot of money for incense every time."

"Take time to ask your grandma to take me with you. I'll ask for a talisman to ward off evil spirits." Tang Weisheng seemed a little panicked.

Tan Li couldn't keep up at all, "Huh?"

"Turn back." Tang Weisheng didn't even have the courage to take a second look at that devil.

Tang Weisheng took a collector's edition of two of Tan Li's figures, and it would be hard to justify it if he didn't treat him to dinner. He began to understand, thinking that Tan Li was just like other men, so he took him to a sensual entertainment venue, but a bunny girl just posted it to talk about it Li jumped up and down as if he was being pinched, making the little girl's face green with anger. Tang Weisheng thought it was funny at the time, and after a few minutes of appreciation, he roughly understood Tan Li's attributes, and changed the location to here, who I know... Enemy's road is narrow!

"Hey!" Tan Li was delighted when he saw Wen Shuang, "Brother!"

Wen Shuang: "Hey!"

Once Wen Shuang chatted with Xuan Zhe about Li's meaning for Tang Weisheng. Not surprisingly, Xuan Zhe snorted and didn't take it to heart at all. No one knew Tang Weisheng better than him. To put it simply, talking about Li is useless, but the reality is not. They even slapped President Xuan in the face, and now the two are sitting and eating facing each other.

Tan Li leaned against the window and greeted Wen Shuang calmly: "Are you coming to eat too?"

"Yeah." Wen Shuang actively interacted: "You too?"

Isn't this nonsense?Is it possible to come here without eating to see the scenery?

Tan Li: "How about sharing a table?"

"I refuse." Xuanzhe and Tang Weisheng spoke in unison.

There was a strange depression in the atmosphere.

Then Xuanzhe moved first, followed by Tang Weisheng, in a uniform manner, closing the window twice with "boom" and "boom".

Knowing that Xuan Zhe had always cared about Tang Wansu's mother and son, Wen Shuang was very polite. He sat in front of the man, opened his mouth and mumbled: "My throat hurts, do you think my tonsils are swollen?"

Xuan Zhe rubbed his hair with a smile: "Okay, eat."

Wen Shuang: "..." He was serious!

Here Tan Li saw that Tang Weisheng's complexion was not good, so he hesitated for a long time to comfort him: "I heard that Mr. Xuan has moved out of the old house a long time ago. It doesn't matter if we don't get along. Anyway, we won't see each other often." After talking, Tan Li almost bit his tongue. I wonder if he is a fool?How come it feels more and more outrageous.

Tang Weisheng suddenly chuckled, and raised his head to look at Tan Li: "You think I'm angry because I met Xuan Zhe?"

Tan Li stammered: "No, what else?"

"Do you know that there is a disaster called Wenshuang?" Tang Weisheng said seriously.

Tan Li: "..." Huh?

Tang Weisheng dexterously split a lion's head in half with chopsticks, as if it represented someone. Although he didn't grit his teeth, he said in a sinister tone, "I can make you my friend, but if you dare to mention Wenshuang in front of me or lead me He dangles in front of my eyes, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Tan Li sat upright, and after thinking for a while: "I'm not familiar with Wenshuang."

Wen Shuang in the private room sneezed lightly.

When they left after dinner, they didn't run into Tang Weisheng and the others. The more Wen Shuang thought about it, the more she felt that Tan Li's purpose was not pure, and she wanted to go to the sea of ​​fire. Just blocked him.

It took about four or ten minutes to get back to Qingri Mountain Villa from here. Wenshuang felt a little drowsy just after driving for five minutes. He said vaguely, "Xuan Zhe, when I have free time, I should plant some bamboo in the yard."

Xuanzhe has long arms, and there are no cars on the road these days. Seeing this, he quickly pulled the blanket over from behind, and then gently covered Wenshuang, "You still know this?"

"Huh?" Wen Shuang was unconvinced, "I know a lot, my grandfather is omnipotent, he taught me everything he can teach me."

"How are you studying?"

Wen Shuang thought for a while, then smiled: "Grandpa said that if he was like me when he was young, he would have been beaten to death by grandpa."

Xuanzhe laughed, and his heart is good enough.

Xuanzhe did not expect that when he returned to Qingri Villa, Wenshuang's tonsils were really inflamed, and he coughed slightly even when he spoke.

"Open your mouth and let me see." Xuan Zhe frowned.

"Ah——" Wen Shuang was very cooperative, leaning into her boyfriend's arms and muttering: "Do you think I was teasing you in the restaurant? But it's okay, it should be the seasonal flu, just take some medicine and sleep and you'll be fine."

Xuanzhe said in a deep voice, "I won't be recording the show tomorrow."

"Where can it be?" Wen Shuang was not so delicate. When the official blog was still at Aite when he was eating, a group of fans yelled from below, "It will be fine tomorrow, don't make trouble." He hugged Xuan Zhe's waist, The man found a comfortable position between his neck and gently closed his eyes.

He was fed medicine in a daze. This physique was similar to his previous life. Once he was sick, he could sleep so that his parents would not recognize him. One night, Wen Shuang felt his body was on fire, and there was a stove beside him. He was so hot If you move it, the stove will be attached.

Woke up the next day with a dizzy mind, but it still works after a shake, Wen Shuang ignored Xuan Zhe's ugly face, washed up and took the car to the company.

When Wen Shuang was depressed, his eyes drooped visibly, and his wings couldn't even stand up. Yang Lian was startled when he saw him: "Are you sick?"

"A little bit." Wen Shuang took the flow chart and checked it for the last time, and then Yang Lian suddenly handed over two red pills.

"Special medicine can last for about seven or eight hours." Yang Lian explained.

Seeing that Shuang didn't answer, Yang Lian was not embarrassed, he could understand, after all, they were not familiar with each other, it was right for artists to be careful, let alone medicine.

Just when Yang Lian was about to take it back, Wen Shuang took it away, threw it into his mouth and swallowed it with warm water.

Wen Shuang's eyes were so clear that Yang Lian had a rare feeling of having nothing to hide from.

"Usually busy with work, use these to top when you are sick?" Wen Shuang asked.

Yang Lian was stunned for a moment, maybe he didn't expect Wen Shuang's words to directly penetrate the essence of his life, that's right, this is the only way to live, the famous minister collapsed, the company declared bankruptcy, although all the debts have been paid off, but there is still a long way to go. Everyone needs to feed, just as Wen Shuang had expected before, it is difficult to change from extravagance to frugality, some people can afford it, such as Yang Lian, some people can't bear it, such as Yang Lian's family, Yang Lian needs money, and when he is sleepy and tired, how can he have time? To see a doctor, earning money while you are young is the most important thing.

Yang Lian didn't answer, and Wen Shuang didn't ask, the two tidied up and hurried into the nanny's car.

The car key was given by Zhu Lian after work last night, Yan Ming drove it casually, bumped into the company for reimbursement, Yang Lian didn't take it seriously at first, but he realized the difference when he got in the car, he used to play with cars in his early twenties, And this nanny car looks like it has been remodeled, including the outermost layer of paint, which is mainly for safety. The series are expensive. Wen Shuang is not a luxury person, so Whose handwriting is self-evident.

What a favourite, Yang Lian sighed in his heart and started the car.

Wen Shuang simply closed his eyes and rested his mind for a while. After arriving at the recording venue, he came out refreshed. There were already fans waiting at the door, holding a sign with his name on it.

"Wen Shuang! Wen Shuang!" The little girls clustered together, shouting his name shyly and excitedly, but obediently stood outside the safety line, holding marker pens and photos in their hands, looking at him eagerly.

Wen Shuang was about to go in, but when he looked back, he couldn't walk. He asked Yang Lian, "It's still half an hour, and I'll take 10 minutes to sign?"

Yang Lian said helplessly, "Okay."

Seeing Shuang approaching, the mother fans wished they could turn into fireworks and explode into the sky.

Wen Shuang signed while saying: "Just 10 minutes, some fairies may not be able to sign, then wait until next time, next time for sure."

"It's okay, Wenshuang, you are busy with your work."

After signing for a while, someone suddenly said "It's time", and then all the fans who lined up put away their pens and photos, and didn't let Wen Shuang sign, but chased him away, "Hurry up to record the show, hurry up!"

"Frost cub, you look so immortal playing the piano, mom loves you!"

Wen Shuang: "..." He looked at the mother fan who was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and couldn't laugh or cry.

It was still the four judges, Wen Shuang greeted everyone one by one, and then sat in the special guest seat.

The live broadcast room was overcrowded as soon as the show started, and even the host's opening remarks were stuck for several seconds. This time, the sixteen-eight selection was cruel, but there were only four known default candidates. Wen Shuang lacked interest, it was not It can't be determined by default, but two of them are determined to be honest, their strength is quite average, and only Zhang Zixuan can see it.

The first scene was Zhang Zixuan's first show. The fans in the audience kept screaming when they saw him, and Zhang Zixuan already had the potential to become an idol. Quiet, as he moved, soothing music slowly sounded, the young man's waist was soft, and he danced a classical dance majesticly. There is evenly scattered gold powder on the brow bone, which looks like dragon scales against the light, and there is a smile in the eyes, full of youthful feeling.

After the last note, Zhang Zixuan smiled at Wen Shuang who was sitting on the judging panel, with admiration and inexplicable emotions.

The audience is not an idiot, as the photographer's lens hit Wen Shuang's face, the bullet screen was captured by an army of question marks in an instant.

Wen Shuang: "..."

[Damn it, I'm Duwei, you all insist on forcing me to knock? ! 】

[2333, sisters upstairs admit defeat, I was also Du Wei back then, I Du Wei Wenshuang. 】

Xuan Zhe frowned and stared at the barrage, and suddenly asked Cao Nanyu: "What is Duwei?"

Cao Nanyu: "Well... roughly, I only like Wenshuang, I don't like anyone, and I don't like any artist who hypes up with him, the kind with a strong possessive desire."

"Then I'm a Duwei, what kind of Duwei is it if you knock on CP?" President Xuan sneered: "It's useless."

Cao Nanyu: "..." As expected of Mr. Xuan, the double standard is justifiable.