And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

The expression on Wen Gu's face didn't change much.He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and his voice was a little ironic: "Their songs are fast food, I can't appreciate them, as for YOUNG's vocal..."

He paused subtly, but what he said was very hurtful: "I heard that his work attitude is very bad, and he is very unprofessional. No wonder he can write such a song."

The host was a little embarrassed: "Ah, is this so?"

After a stiff round, the interview ended in a hurry.

The screen was plunged into darkness, and Sheng Zhixin sat quietly with his ipad in his arms for a long time before reaching out to turn off the bedside lamp.

***

Sheng Zhixin still didn't go to the party that Cheng Wengu invited the next day.

I don’t know if all entertainment and media companies are doing this. They posted a notice in the group at noon on New Year’s Eve, saying that artists who hadn’t been home for the New Year came to gather at the entrance of the company at [-] p.m. and took them to the old building to do it together. street photography.

Pure cerebral palsy.

The night before, Sheng Zhixin stabbed himself again, and he didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night with his heart full. He fell asleep until noon today, and just opened his eyes to see the bad news.

The companies of the boy group knew that there was a holiday two weeks before Chinese New Year, but Bright Star didn't know.

There is a unified small group for these scumbags, and the news is basically notified in that group.A manager is in charge of all their itinerary arrangements, and if they see it, they will reply and receive it.

It's like a college class group.

Sheng Zhixin didn't really want to go, so he took a toothbrush in his mouth and stared at the screen of his phone in a daze, and then saw a small Internet celebrity who just signed a company this year and said, "Brother Zhang, today is Chinese New Year's Eve and the weather is cold, can you not go?" ?”

Although his brother Zhang is the one who conveys the message to the higher-ups, but for some reason there is a noble air hidden in his heart, and the words are not polite: "How old is Ai Xin, he said that he has no complaints about taking pictures, and he doesn't have to. Is it New Year's Eve?"

Isn't this nonsense.

Sheng Zhixin spat out the mouthwash, and said "received" expressionlessly.

Prince Ai Xin’s house is in Beijing, and he went back when he wanted to go back after taking photos, and went to celebrate the New Year with Wen Can in some love nest if he didn’t want to go back.

Ai Xin is not poor, but when he and Sheng Zhixin are together, he is willing to take advantage of him, and no one knows why.

After brushing his teeth, Sheng Zhixin sent Wen Gu a WeChat message: "Mr. Wen, I may not be able to go tonight. The company has temporarily arranged the itinerary."

"...OK," Wen Gu said, "Happy New Year."

Seeing that he didn't make things difficult for him, Sheng Zhixin secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and the video he watched last night popped up in his mind for no reason.

A year ago, Wen Gu also publicly said that he had a poor work attitude, and he was obviously dissatisfied with himself. He couldn't make a 180-degree turn because of the attitude he had kissed two days ago.

Being in this circle, Sheng Zhixin had to guard against it.

He sighed, and put two baby warmers under his clothes, ready to be baptized by the cold wind on New Year's Eve.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, everyone was anxious to go back to celebrate the New Year.There are not many people outside the old building complex, even if there are a lot of stars gathered, no one stops.

It's more likely because the people in their circle are too vague.

In addition, Sheng Zhixin has a total of ten or so little stars, and their makeup is exquisite to the tip of their hair. At first glance, they knew that there would be no makeup artist for them, so they prepared them at home in advance, which made Sheng Zhixin special. simple.

He also arrived late, and from a distance, he saw this group of young boys surrounded by them. Somehow they said something, and the group of people laughed.

When Sheng Zhixin walked closer, he realized that all the benches that could be sat on were filled with people.

"Good afternoon, Brother Sheng," a boy with red hair highlights greeted him, "Brother Sheng has a big lineup, so he has to be the finale."

The smile on Sheng Zhixin's face froze.

I don't know if this newcomer is really quick and straightforward, or has a bad heart, because just after he said this sentence, the remaining boys have already looked towards him.

Maybe they all heard some processed rumors, and knew what happened to the fight between him and Ai Xin that day, so their preconceived impressions of Sheng Zhixin have deteriorated.

But the earlier impulse had taught him a lesson.Sheng Zhixin only smiled lightly, and he had already used words and sentences in his heart to greet this blind little Internet celebrity and his family.

The photographers in front shouted enthusiastically, "Turn left", "Turn your head", "Smile", and a few flash boards and blowers trotted forward behind Ai Xin's buttocks, which was very lively.

Here, a circle of well-played little Internet celebrities gathered together to whisper, Sheng Zhixin couldn't hear and couldn't get in the mouth, so he simply stood alone by the bench, bowed his head and kicked snow on the ground.

It gets dark quickly in winter, and the street lights come on just after five o'clock.After Ai Xin took a group of photos and came back to rest, those people who had been sitting idle all afternoon surrounded him and began to flatter him.

Ai Xin's eyes jumped over the group of people, locked on Sheng Zhixin, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "Thank you, Xiao Sheng."

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Sheng Zhixin nodded to him with a non-smiling smile, which was regarded as a response.

This guy was really uneasy and kind, and the next sentence brought a wave of rhythm: "Help me and the program team get the last spot in the variety show, were you too busy last night?"

Ai Xin deliberately bit the word "last night" very hard, as if sending some ambiguous signal to the people around him.

With a bright head and already full of intriguing thoughts, he looked around to find someone to share his thoughts.

Sheng Zhixin sneered and said, "It's more effort than brother Ai who worked on his colleagues at the same time."

Ai Xin hit a nail, his complexion darkened, he glared at him, then turned and went back to continue taking pictures.Sheng Zhixin couldn't argue with him, and felt a little bored.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Wen Gu sent a message as if he had calculated the time: "Are you working?"

"Yes," Sheng Zhixin replied, "taking pictures."

This group of little Internet celebrities seemed to be very interested in the material they just shared, and they chatted together and started discussing again, their eyes still glanced at Sheng Zhixin from time to time, and when they thought about it with their knees, they knew there must be something wrong. I'm talking nice about myself.

Sheng Zhixin sighed, moved his stiff legs, squinted his eyes and looked not far away.

Ai Xin still poses in various poses under the guidance of the photographer.After the photos are taken, they will be sent to the retoucher to catch up with the work, and then he will be able to operate for the whole Spring Festival.

And those of them who acted as foils could only wait on the sidelines. Even if the photographer Ai Xin said he wanted to go home for the New Year after the shooting, they still had to bear it.

It's cruel.

Sheng Zhixin had just lamented the cruel entertainment circle when the phone in his hand vibrated again.

"How many people took pictures?"

"twelve."

"And what about the staff?"

Sheng Zhixin didn't understand why he asked the staff, but he answered honestly, "Seventeen."

Wen Gu will not reply to the message after asking.

Sheng Zhixin stood there and waited for almost half an hour, but no one next to him offered to give up his seat.He was also stiff, stiff from the cold and determined not to find a place to sit for a while.

Just when he was about to ask if he could go back early, two men wearing masks walked over with several bags in their hands, and seeing Sheng Zhixin's eyes lit up: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Sheng?"

Sheng Zhixin was stopped by these two unknown people, he was shocked: "I am, what's the matter with you?"

"This is the hot milk tea that our boss bought for you," one of the men took off his mask, showing a simple and honest face, "It's been so cold outside for so long, drink some hot milk tea to warm your body."

He was explaining to Sheng Zhixin here, but another person wearing a mask had already gone to the crowd over there: "This is the hot milk tea that Boss Xiao Sheng ordered for everyone. Everyone drank it to warm up."

"Your boss is..."

The simple and thick-faced man said: "Wen Gu."

The few people who had just talked in private felt that they were wrong, and when they walked up to Sheng Zhixin, they bowed their heads and said thanks.

Sheng Zhixin curled his lips, looking down on this passerby from the bottom of his heart.

If you have the ability to tell small stories, if you have the ability, don't come here to drink milk tea. It's really shameful.

The little man who called out took off his mask, revealing a baby face, as if he was walking in a hurry, his cheeks were covered with sweat.

He stretched out a hand wearing a pink plush glove, grabbed Sheng Zhixin and shook it vigorously: "You are Teacher Sheng, hello, hello, I am Teacher Wen's assistant, my name is Huo Ming, call I, Xiao Ming, will do, and I will be glad to meet you."

"How much are these? Expensive, right?"

Sheng Zhixin just wanted to bend down to get a cup of milk tea, but was stopped by Huo Ming.

He took out a cup of hot cocoa from the backpack on his back like a magic trick and stuffed it into Sheng Zhixin's hand: "Mr. Wen said that it is for you, so you are welcome. Those are theirs, and this cup is yours."

Sheng Zhixin took a sip of hot cocoa, only to feel that the frozen blood all over his body became active again.

He sighed comfortably, and saw Ai Xin coming wrapped in a coat, his eyes with heavy make-up fixed on Huo Ming's face.

Without even looking at the milk tea, he asked Huo Ming, "Where's your boss? I want to have a word with him."

Huo Ming's beaming expression just now collapsed in an instant, and he said perfunctorily, "Our boss is busy and has no time to chat with you."

Ai Xin's fingers were already red from the cold, but now he curled up beside the woolen coat, tightly clutching the small piece of fabric.

He glanced at the cup of hot cocoa Sheng Zhixin held in his hand: "Why did he..."

"How can there be so many reasons?" Huo Ming's face was not very good, "I love to take it, if I don't take it, get out."

Ai Xin's eyes turned red after hearing this.

He bit his lip, took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand towards the cups of milk tea, but he hesitated halfway through.I struggled with myself for about a minute or two, and finally picked up the milk tea, and quickly left a few people to find the photography team.

There are so many milk tea scenes.

Sheng Zhixin whispered to Huo Ming a little embarrassedly: "Why don't I give the money, I always think it will be very expensive."

"Oh, it's okay," Huo Ming said, "The boss said he owed..."

Sheng Zhixin just pricked up his ears to hear the second half of the sentence, but he suddenly changed the subject: "The boss asked if you want to sit in his car for a while?"

"No way," Sheng Zhixin refused, "I'm waiting here to take pictures, it's not good for me to slip away. Besides, isn't he busy?"

"Don't think about taking pictures. The boss said that he would let you go home directly after taking the traffic. It's better to sit in his car for a while. You should be done after you've been busy for so long. You don't want to disturb me."

Hiss, makes sense.

Sheng Zhixin struggled for a moment, then his stiff legs went against his will and walked towards the black panther-like car.

The owner of the car was leaning on the back seat, closing his eyes and listening to music, and slightly raised his eyelids when he heard the sound of the car door: "It's coming?"

"Thank you Mr. Wen for the hot cocoa."

Sheng Zhixin paused, but still couldn't hold back and asked, "Why is it only mine that has hot cocoa?"

Wen Gu flipped the clothes covering his body to the side, just covering Sheng Zhixin's legs, and reached out to turn up the air conditioner in the car by two degrees: "Didn't you say it yourself?"

"When do I..."

"The night you got drunk for the first time," Wen Gu took off an earphone, bowed his head and typed on the keyboard, "he babbled with me all the way' he remembered the release date of the new luxury goods but didn't remember that I don't like milk tea I only like to drink hot cocoa', the tone was very aggrieved, as if she was about to cry."

Hold.

Sheng Zhixin took a deep breath, barely able to maintain the expression of about to collapse.

Wen Gu didn't seem to want to talk much today, he frowned and didn't know who he was arguing with on WeChat.

Sheng Zhixin actually likes this kind of atmosphere, knowing that each other needs some private space, without forced socializing, without trying to pretend, and can think about things quietly by himself.

He sat there for almost 10 minutes, and drank the last sip of hot cocoa dawdly. He felt that it was a bit too much for him to stay any longer, so he said softly, "Mr. Wen, then I'm going down?"

"Go."

Wen Gu turned off the phone screen, leaned back on the seat, and frowned.

Just as Sheng Zhixin got out of the car, just as he was thinking about transferring the milk tea money, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated:

【Wind】: It doesn't matter if he doesn't remember, I will remember in the future, okay?