The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

The day finally came to An Rui’s birthday. Before Zhu Jun went to participate in the ribbon-cutting of the new store, he sent Zhou Lan to the school on the way—he still didn’t drive himself today, but made an appointment for a day’s car rental service. The driver is not a talkative person, but The driving skills are very good.

Zhu Jun leaned on the seat and quickly responded to the news in various groups. He asked someone to write a small program for himself, so that he could hang multiple accounts online at the same time, but he had to be extra careful to avoid clustering. .

The group of friends who have already arrived at the scene are feeding back pictures, and they are also calling Zhu Jun to come to the scene soon.

Zhu Jun made up different excuses, saying that his daughter was going to have a parent-teacher meeting today, that he had a fever today, that he was busy working overtime, and he managed it reluctantly.

Zhu Jun soon arrived at the door of the new store, and had a face-to-face meeting with the store managers who hadn’t seen him for a long time. He was a little socially afraid, but fortunately, the store managers knew him well and placed him in the most comfortable box in the new store Here, you only need to cut a ribbon with scissors when the ceremony begins.

Zhu Jun lay paralyzed on the sofa for a while, a little drowsy, and was about to take a nap when the phone rang suddenly.

Zhu Jun opened his eyes, raised his phone, and stared at the word An Rui on it in a daze.

The phone kept ringing, and Anrui didn't seem to give up easily.

Zhu Jun opened the phone and put it to his ear, without saying a word.

For a dozen seconds, they could only hear each other's shallow breathing.

In the end, it was An Rui who spoke first, and he said, "I've reserved a seat for you."

"unnecessary."

"The position on the side in the first row makes it easy to see me, and it's not too conspicuous."

"No, give it to someone else."

"Zhu Jun, do you really want to miss my meeting?"

"It's not your first big concert. If you miss it, it's okay."

"I thought this gym, for us, was different."

Zhu Jun grabbed a peach, took a bite, and made a crisp sound. He said, "It may be very different to you, but to me, it doesn't have any extra meaning."

After Zhu Jun finished speaking, he waited for An Rui to hang up the phone, but after waiting for a while, An Rui continued.

"I remember you said that you like the way I look on stage, and today I will sing that song from a long time ago."

"That was all many years ago. I'm busy cutting the ribbon for the new store today. If you have nothing else to do, I'll hang up first."

"I saw your support," An Rui said softly, stepping on Zhu Jun's weak point with every word, "It's very beautiful, it suits my heart, and I can see the full of love."

"That's the result of the hard work of your fans. You should work hard for their support. Go to the rehearsal. There's no need to say something inexplicable to your ex."

"Will you wait for me?"

"what?"

"Will you wait for me for a few years? When my heat subsides, we will be together again."

Zhu Jun raised his hand and stroked the broken hair in front of his forehead, and he asked An Rui, "Do you want to be confused?"

"..."

"Do you hope that you are no longer a high-ranking top star, but the little transparent person who didn't have many fans two years ago?"

"..."

"An Rui, I understand you, and you should stop asking such childish questions."

Zhu Jun hung up the phone, and he didn't want to eat the peaches he took a few bites in his hand. He turned on the game, played for a while, and the store managers called him down to cut the ribbon.

Zhu Jun went downstairs and found that the scene was very lively, and there was a very exciting lion dance performance. Zhu Jun stood in the middle and cut the silk with scissors. With the sound of crackling firecrackers, I felt a little fireworks in the world for a long time gas.

He was surrounded by the store managers to the main table, every dish was very satisfactory, he was full, and was dragged to a nearby hotel to rest.

He went directly to the hotel room. He lay on the soft bed and rolled in a small circle. He subconsciously wanted to check his phone, but he held back.

"Go to sleep," he said to himself.

Too tired, for An Rui to celebrate this birthday, he is really too tired.

This sleep was too deep, and when I woke up, the room was pitch black, and Zhu Jun glanced at the fluorescent light by the bed—at ten o'clock in the evening.

The meeting started at 07:30, played for two hours, and ended at 09:30, and he even fell asleep during the live broadcast.

He moved his limbs and found that his limbs were soft, but his mind was very comfortable. This feeling washed away his fatigue from the past few days.He reached for his phone in a relaxed mood, ready to check the fans' feedback on the birthday party, but he saw hundreds of missed calls and a mountain of unread messages.

His heart skipped a beat, and his subconscious reaction was—something happened to his birthday party.

He called Wang Qin, but he kept getting a busy signal. He hung up the phone, logged on to Weibo, and found that the number one hot search was "Anrui's stage stepping into the air". .

An Rui had already finished the performance, but at the request of fans, he came back and sang and danced the encore. During this performance, due to an elevator accident, An Rui fell directly from midair to the stage, although there was a cushioning sponge under the stage Pad, but was still rushed to the hospital.

Zhu Jun scrolled down again, and he saw the company's emergency statement, indicating that Anrui had been sent to the hospital, and his life was not in danger.

He touched An Rui's Weibo, and the other party has not sent any new updates yet.

His subconscious reaction was to log into the big fans on various platforms and start to appease the anxious fans. After doing this for an hour, he realized that he didn't seem to have time to feel sad and sad about An Rui's injury. Emotions.

Zhu Jun has been in the fan circle for too long, and has been a big fan for too long.

He has formed a complete set of conditioned reflexes, and the angle of thinking has become whether it will cause gangsters, whether it will affect the star's career, whether it will cause turmoil in the fan circle...

Because he saw the studio's statement, he subconsciously felt that nothing serious happened to the star himself, so that his true feelings for the star could be suppressed.

Zhu Jun looked at his phone that kept popping up new messages, and began to ask himself a few questions.

——Do you still care about An Rui?

——Do you still like An Rui?

——Aren’t you just unable to let go of Anrui’s fan circle, just getting used to being a big fan?

——How else can I explain it? Your reaction is too indifferent at the moment.

Zhu Jun picked up the phone again, found An Rui's contact information from the call log, and called back. Unexpectedly, An Rui answered his call almost instantly.

"Are you okay? I fell asleep and just saw the news of your injury."

"My foot was slightly injured, and I just got a plaster cast, so I need to recuperate for a while."

"Then take care of yourself, remember to post on Weibo, fans are very worried."

"how about you?"

"Ok?"

"Then aren't you worried?"

Zhu Jun really wanted to say "I don't seem to be worried", but worried that the other party had just fallen off the stage, and the words came to his lips, and it still became "I am also a little worried".

"Would you like to come and see me? I'm in the Second Hospital, on the sixth floor..."

"No, I guess the media reporters have already rushed over, so don't cause trouble for Sister Qin."

"I danced that old song today, and I just fell off after I finished dancing. You can take a look when you look back."

"Okay, I'll look back."

"Zhu Jun." An Rui suddenly called out his name.

"What?" Zhu Jun sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his legs, feeling a little comfortable.

"When I fell, you were all on my mind."

Logically speaking, Zhu Jun should be moved, but he remembered that An Rui had a play, and the lines in the play were similar to this sentence, so he didn't even feel that moved.

People in the world always say that "actors are ruthless", perhaps because they can't tell whether the emotions of actors are acting or real.

Zhu Jun was silent for a few seconds, and said almost gently: "I see, you should take good care of your illness."