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Ye Cike hurriedly reminded: "You are going wrong, the exit is in the opposite direction!"

Qiao Zhihuan turned a deaf ear and walked up to a man wearing a fake military uniform with belts and chains all over his body. As soon as the man saw Ye Cike, he got up immediately: "Old Ye——"

Before the word "teacher" came out, Qiao Zhihuan justly handed Ye Cike's hand to him: "Uncle policeman, this is the man!"

The "policeman" almost spit out his drink: "What the hell?"

He looked at himself, and suddenly understood. He immediately took off his coat, threw it hard on the sofa, and asked through gritted teeth, "Where are the police?"

Qiao Zhihuan put the coat back on him: "Here."

The wine glass held by the "policeman" almost broke.

Qiao Zhihuan didn't realize it, and persistently handed Ye Cike over to him: "This is a little liar, arrest him."

The "policeman" looked at Ye Cike, looked at himself, and blinked in confusion: "I can't solve this question."

Ye Cike glanced at Qiao Zhihuan, his eyes were still bright, and he spoke in an orderly manner, but his reply was obviously sluggish, and the frequency of blinking was low.

He understood that the glass of wine that entered the door directly knocked Qiao Zhihuan down.

Fortunately, he stopped this person from Director Lei's eyes, otherwise this situation would have fallen into the hands of the chief director, and he would have signed some prostitution contract in a daze.

"It's okay." Ye Cike explained briefly, "He was drunk because he was teased and fined for being late."

"Fuck! It turned out to be him!"

The "policeman" was furious, jumped up and yelled: "The one who tricked me into drinking a drink!"

As he spoke, he held the wine glass and wanted to get it back from Qiao Zhihuan.

Ye Cike saw that the situation was not good, and he was too lazy to talk to these naive ghosts, so he had to force Qiao Zhihuan to go out. While pulling, Qiao Zhihuan turned around and yelled: "Uncle policeman, you are cheating! You are killing people and getting money! You Come and catch him, hey, can you do it!!"

Attracted countless people along the way to watch.

Ye Cike has never been so embarrassing in his life.

After finally escaping through the back door, he couldn't help but ask, "What did I lie to you?"

Qiao Zhihuan followed him through the corridor: "Dance drama director."

"Dance drama is different from other works of art." He is serious, counting on his fingers, "For movies, animations, and short plays, the screenwriter and director are separate. Only for dance drama, the screenwriter and director are integrated, called 'director'."

"Dance theater directors must have artistic aesthetics, understand music, arrange story structures, and understand dance beauty, and understand the time and space of dance—you?"

Qiao Zhi laughed and gave him a headache: "You can't even find a fool to lie to you!"

Ye Cike: "..." Have you misunderstood yourself?

"You're a little liar." Ye Cike replied, "You're not only a little liar, you're also a little lunatic, you make the banquet hall go crazy, you misidentify the police when you're drunk, a three-story church, And jump straight down."

"That's different." Qiao Zhihuan waved his hands in confusion, "It's a good thing that I died, maybe I went back directly."

Ye Cike didn't understand these words, but what logic is there for a drunkard to talk drunk?

Just now he took a practitioner as a policeman, and even clamored for someone to arrest him.

"Hey, little lunatic." Ye Cike asked, "Do you have a room at the student hotel?"

"Yes. 1224, I specifically asked for this one, saying it is my lucky number."

Someone quickly followed behind him, it was Wei Lingsu.

Wei Lingsu stretched out his hand toward Ye Cike: "Wei Lingsu. I've heard of Teacher Ye a long time ago, but this should be the first time we've met officially."

Ye Cike returned the courtesy, still thinking about 1224.

It's not that he is sensitive, his own birthday is December 12th, Christmas Eve.

Could it be that Qiao Zhihuan's birthday is on the same day as his?

Ye Cike and Wei Lingsu were not very familiar with each other, so they chatted briefly, and Wei Ling told him that he was on the way and sent Qiao Zhihuan back to the room with him.

On the way, Qiao Zhihuan followed quietly, but as soon as he entered the room, he fell asleep on the bed and fell into a daze.

It seems that the power of that glass of mixed wine is really not small.

Ye Cike looked at the drunken man on the bed, and sighed in his heart, forget it, send the Buddha to the west.

He booked the wake-up service and breakfast by phone, and helped the little lunatic cover up the quilt before exiting lightly.

As soon as he left the room, he ran into Wei Lingsu.

He lives opposite Qiao Zhihuan, and now he has changed into a set of silk pajamas, leaning against the door wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses: "Do you know Huanhuan?"

Ye Cike shook his head: "It's the first time I've seen you today. You're close, take care of me, I'm leaving first."

After taking two steps, he turned back, "At the banquet, Director Lei seemed to be aiming at him. Remember to remind him to stay away from Director Lei."

The ear-piercing bell tore through the dream, and Qiao Zhihuan sat up suddenly from the bed, dazzled by the dazzling sunlight.

Islands, hotels, and three-story dining cars can be seen from the doorways of the houses that are not concealed. Qiao Zhihuan rubbed her painful head, almost thinking that she was going to wear a book again.

That's right, just a few days ago, his favorite novel was repeatedly used for dog blood. The logic and character design collapsed. The protagonist Ye Cike's career collapsed, his family broke up, and he ended up miserable.

He finally couldn't bear the passionate confrontation with the author, and even attached a private letter with a small essay, telling how much encouragement this article gave him, what kind of road he walked, and how unique the protagonist Ye Cike is. It should be abused for the sake of abuse, and treated rashly.

As a result, the author deleted the article without saying a word.

Since Ye Cike, the protagonist of the original book, announced his withdrawal from Jingyi and participated in "Made in Stars", the subsequent plots have been completely deleted.

The author felt uncomfortable when the article was deleted, and Qiao Zhihuan felt even more uncomfortable.

He felt that he was the chief culprit, and even the murderer who "killed" Ye Cike. He didn't fall asleep all night, and got up at five o'clock in the morning, sitting on the edge of the cliff and blowing the sea breeze.

The sun was just rising, and the morning light hurt his eyes. Qiao Zhihuan covered it with his hand, and then went into the book.

When he passed through, he landed on the roof of the Rêver building. He originally planned to jump off the building to escape to his death, but the news on the big screen opposite caught his attention - "Ye Cike quits Jingyi".

As soon as Qiao Zhi was happy, she didn't die.

Seeing Ye Cike alive with his own eyes was too attractive for him.

When reading a novel, you are taken away by the author. What the author describes, what the reader can see, the information obtained may not be accurate and comprehensive.

And the world he truly experienced now——

Qiao Zhi hugged her thin nightgown, picked a croissant in the dining car, and walked to the window.

The croissant in his hand was still warm, exuding a sweet aroma. The sea view outside the window was endless, and the sea breeze was extremely soft and warm.

Quite authentic and flawless.

Everything is the real world, much more than what the author shows.

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang.

The person who knocked on the door was well behaved, he didn't ring the bell to urge him, but waited quietly outside the door.

Qiao Zhihuan opened the door, and the pure white light Hanfu took over the entire field of vision. At that moment, he seemed to have returned to the past.

This is the clothes he wore when he came here, the performance costume of "Mad Fairy".

With him, this dress has been to the Emperor's Theater where thousands of people cheered, and also watched the dark night at the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts.

Those experiences and emotions have already been woven into this clothes, thread by thread. "Crazy Immortal" survived, but he himself was completely annihilated.

The front of the light shirt is inlaid with filigree inlaid buckles, which feels delicate and cold to the touch.

The white light shirt was suddenly taken away, and Wei Lingsu showed it from behind: "The clothes are dry-cleaned, do you want to take them with you and go to the recording site together?"

"...You guys don't respect the stage at all!"

As soon as he arrived at No. 2 studio, a bottle of mineral water was thrown at him. Qiao Zhihuan subconsciously dodged to the right, and the water bottle burst at his feet.

He remembered this episode, because the student's stage was too broken, the actor's mentor was heartbroken, and he threw a water bottle on the spot to recall the bitterness.

However, judging from the current situation, the throwing of the water bottle was not at all the result of the actor's feelings, but was set in advance by the crew!

"Card!"

Behind the monitor, the director-like person stood up and shouted at the person who threw the water bottle: "Yan Yingdi, can you be more emotional? Later, the stage will show a live broadcast, and the emotion will be broken, and the explosive point will be gone. "

Yan Liang didn't raise his head, and the female manager beside him walked up to him on high heels: "Director Lei, we have communicated before, and the part of losing our temper was originally contrary to our calm and calm personality of Mr. Yan..."

Director Lei held a cigarette in his mouth and waved his hand as if to repel mosquitoes. The deputy director of the party next to him immediately handed a glass of water to the agent: "You have a drink first. We can polish this piece..."

Two professional women confirmed the details with the script, while Director Lei smoked beside him.

Through the smoke, Qiao Zhihuan inexplicably felt that the director was staring at him.

"That's Director Lei of "Made in the Stars." Wei Lingsu kept his face calm, and whispered to him, "Old fox, he has praised many people and destroyed many people, and he is inextricably linked with Big Orange Entertainment. You'd better stay away from him."

"know."

Qiao Zhihuan knew it all too well.A Big Orange Entertainment, a chief director of Lei Gan, through editing and supporting black people to play a set game. When I was reading novels, every time Lei Gan went online to act as a demon, the comment area was full of memes.

When will the national football team qualify?

Before the thunder tonight.

When will the old thief fill in the hole?

Before the thunder tonight.

Everything can be done before thunder tonight (Lei Gan).

"Ye Cike also asked me to remind you yesterday to stay away from him."

Qiao Zhihuan immediately grasped the point: "...Ye Cike? Did I see him?"

However, before Wei Lingsu had time to explain, Director Lei had already crushed out the cigarette butt and came over.

When passing by Qiao Zhihuan, Lei Gan didn't look sideways, and only said two words: "Talk."

Qiao Zhihuan followed the chief director to the balcony on the second floor.

After standing still, this Director Lei didn't know what he was planning. He didn't say a word, leaning against the balcony railing, smoking a cigarette by himself.

When he drew the third one, Qiao Zhihuan gave a symbolic cough: "What do you want?"

Director Lei stared at him, smiled meaningfully, and paused for three to five seconds: "Have you been in the entertainment industry before?"

Before Qiao Zhihuan could reply, he added, "To tell you the truth, you have good qualities."

Qiao Zhihuan said a few polite words.

He guessed that Director Lei wanted him to come in and record, but when they met for the first time, he couldn't figure out his temper, so he went around.

He wanted to play hard to get, but Qiao Zhihuan played with restraint in advance and retreat, and was cold and polite, but he didn't tell the truth first.

Director Lei originally thought that Qiao Zhihuan was a simple and easy-to-deceive type, but he didn't know that after three rounds of Tai Chi, this person was completely impeccable.

In the end, it was Director Lei who couldn't hold back anymore, and took the lead in showing his hole card: "[-] a session. You don't have to sign the contract, you can try recording a session first, if you don't want to, we can cut your part later. "

Qiao Zhihuan smiled politely without showing his teeth, making it hard to tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied.

The two were in a stalemate, and suddenly there was a dispute downstairs.

In the garden on the first floor, an old man with gray hair was arguing with someone emotionally, and was so angry that he almost hit him with a cane.

The old man was very emotional, but the person opposite him was very calm. They just listened silently, and only reminded the old man when he was helping the old man up the steps.

He rolled up his sleeves, exposing his forearms, and when he helped the old man, his muscles stretched gracefully and wildly. Because of his low body fat percentage, his almost pale forearms were covered with powerful blue veins.

It was Qiao Zhihuan, the beautiful liar who stuffed the bouquet indiscriminately.

"That's Mr. He Qichun."

Lei Daoming introduced and persuaded in private: "President of the People's Art Association, founder of Beijing Arts Art Fund, lifelong visiting professor of Beijing Dance University and director of the Dance Research Institute, I visited the door five times, and asked for three times. .The person next to you...you should know him."

Director Lei said, "What a rare genius, 'Adam Huangyuan', an art believer, Ye Cike."

He wanted to taunt, but Qiao Zhihuan leaned on the balcony railing and shouted down, "Ye Cike!"