After the live broadcast broke the news, I became popular [entertainment circle]

If possible, Jian Cong would not believe that the person who stole his kiss was Liu Sijian, but apart from the two of them, there is no third person in this room.

Liu Sijian sat sideways on the bed, propped one hand on the side of his head, and the oppressive feeling from bending down made Jian Cong feel a little uncomfortable.

This is what Jian Cong never expected to feel from Liu Sijian.

He was stiff on the bed, afraid that Liu Sijian would find himself awake, Mumu closed his eyes and didn't dare to move, the tip of his nose even smelled an unfamiliar perfume, very faint, if he wasn't very close, he wouldn't have noticed .

But Liu Sijian's kissing skills are more familiar than he imagined.

The moment Jian Cong felt that he was sticking out his tongue naturally, he was about to push him away and couldn't put it on.

Fortunately, there was a knock on the door just in time, Liu Sijian didn't kiss him too deeply, he just let go of his lips and stood up.

It was Mustache who knocked on the door to save Jian Conggou's life.

As soon as the mustache entered the door, he rushed to the bed worriedly and looked, surprised: "Aren't you awake yet? The doctor said that he should wake up soon."

Jian Cong: "..." The doctor is right.

"Personal physiques are different." Liu Sijian calmly sat back on his single bed, his voice was always gentle.If Jian Cong hadn't been convinced of what happened just now, he would probably have thought that he had sunstroke, lost his head, and suffered paranoia.

Mustache probably heard Pang Xiang's embellished description below, and felt very guilty: "The temperature here is too high during the day, it is indeed because we did not think carefully."

Liu Sijian originally wanted to say something to him, but when the words came to his lips, he still pointed to the door of the room and motioned to speak.

Just following Jian Cong's wishes, the heart that made him lie on the bed was finally relieved.

He has no time to think about what the two of them are going to say when they go out on a special trip, he just wants to know why Liu Sijian doesn't care about what he says.

Although it is embarrassing to say, this is indeed Jian Cong's first kiss with someone other than Yu Changmu.

If Liu Sijian doesn't want to give up, he can tell him directly, instead of making it clear that it's already agreed...

Outside, the corridor connecting the two villas is an open corridor.

As the sun sets, the sun in the sky is obviously not as hot as it is in the vine tip, and the sun has died down after a day of hard work.

Mustache walked out of the room, and didn't understand why Liu Sijian dragged him out after saying something: "It's not possible to make such a fuss, so as not to disturb him?"

Liu Sijian didn't answer at all, and said the first sentence: "If you still want "Ranch Life" to finish successfully, don't broadcast Jian Cong's heatstroke episode."

Mustache was dumbfounded at first: "...What taboo did Xiao Jane commit due to heat stroke?"

In his concept, only touching the high-tension line will involve the risk of the program being killed. It would be too wasteful not to broadcast such good material as Jian Cong's illness.

But Liu Sijian's face was rare, and he reached out his hand to take out the cigarette case from his pocket and tapped it, took out one and put it in his mouth: "I know what you're thinking. But just trust me once and listen to me." , Cut out the part about heatstroke.”

After all, variety shows are the hard work of the entire crew. The show crew is responsible for making Jian Cong sick this time, but it is not a crime to stop the broadcast.

Liu Sijian couldn't tell them directly that if Jian Cong's family knew about Jian Cong's heat stroke, "Ranch Life" would be 100% sold overnight, so he could only vaguely say: "If you really don't want to, just wait until all the variety shows are over, and then we'll show it to you." Let this out as a tidbit."

In this way, even if Jian Weimin is unhappy, Jian Cong has already recorded all the recordings and went home, which will not affect the program itself.

Mustache was puzzled by his request.

It stands to reason that Jian Cong's illness shouldn't be an excellent opportunity to abuse fans, why would he take the initiative to ask for deletion...

"Little Jane himself has the same opinion?" Mustache took out a lighter and lit it for the two of them.

Leaning back against the railing, Liu Sijian skillfully held the cigarette between his fingertips and exhaled deeply, smiling: "He probably hasn't thought of this yet. But if you ask him, he will definitely let you delete it."

"Ranch Life" is not the first collaboration between Liu Sijian and Mustache.

The two of them have collaborated on several projects before this, and they have a foundation of trust with each other before. Generally speaking, Mustache will pay attention to what Liu Sijian says, and he will listen to it if he can.

Only this time it was unbelievable.

He was silent again and again, and asked: "Is it true that you can't say a word?"

Liu Sijian turned his head and exhaled a faint smoke, still smiling: "Ask Jian Cong yourself, if he is willing to tell you, he will tell you. If he is not willing, I can't intervene."

The translation is better not to ask.

Mustache's curiosity was immediately aroused by Liu Sijian. After doing a lot of variety shows, he likes to make these kinds of inferences.

But before he could continue to ask, Liu Sijian had already taken a few deep breaths and quickly finished the cigarette in his hand, and put it into the trash can next to him: "I'll go back and see little Jane."

Mustache looked at his back and opened his mouth, but finally remained silent.

All along, Liu Sijian gave him a strange feeling.

If Fang Lu felt that Jian Cong was weird, it was because Jian Cong was hiding some secrets and was unwilling to confess, then Liu Sijian was just pretending.

As for whether he was just pretending to be kind, or even pretending to be considerate, Xiao Huzi had no way of knowing, he only vaguely knew that this person was definitely not a kind person.

When Liu Sijian returned to the room, Jian Cong had already sat up from the bed and was twisting his body to pour water for himself.

Liu Sijian took a few steps to take the water bottle: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Jian Cong pursed his lips and shook his head: "I just drank the medicine, it's much better."

The heatstroke flush on his face gradually faded, but his lips were still dry.

Liu Sijian handed him the water, and intentionally took a second look, and also observed Jian Cong's expression.

I want to see if he woke up just now, if he knows.

But Jian Cong met his eyes without any flaws, as if he was embarrassed by his physical condition, he reached out and touched his face: "I am a little prone to heatstroke, do I have an ugly face?"

Liu Sijian stared at him for a few seconds before showing his usual smile again, sitting beside his bed and teasing: "It's okay, but the skin on the mouth is a little rough, I always want to get rid of it for you."

Jian Cong's eyebrows jumped, and he lowered his head and buried his face in the water glass: "Did you bring me back?"

Liu Sijian nodded: "Why didn't you tell me when you felt uncomfortable."

Jian Cong apologized: "It's too fast, I didn't think about it so much, so what should I do now to shoot, will it be delayed because of me?"

Liu Sijian laughed: "Originally, variety shows are designed to torture you with a special context, and it's not true that if you don't do it, you will be fine, so ignore them."

Having said that...

"That's right, you're so sober haha." Jian Cong smiled cooperatively, raised his glass again and took a sip, then wrinkled his nose, "Brother, do you smoke?"

Liu Sijian immediately sat back on his bed, picked up his collar and smelled it: "I just went out and smoked one, does it smell very strong?"

Jian Cong quickly shook his head: "It's not heavy, and I don't hate the smell of cigarettes either!"

Liu Sijian thought about it too: "I think Yu Changmu also smokes."

It means that Jian Cong should have gotten used to it long ago.

Jian Cong said "haha" again, laying back on the quilt with an embarrassing appearance of "brother, why did you mention him again": "brother, please help me take a leave of absence, I don't have much appetite, I don't want to go out, and I don't want to have dinner. "

"You don't need to record it if you don't want to."

Liu Sijian was half serious, half joking, and went to help him pull the quilt, and then told him: "In the future, if you feel uncomfortable, please tell me first. You are sick right under my nose, which makes me very uncomfortable."

When Liu Sijian said this, his posture was exactly the same as that of kissing him just now, almost holding him completely under him.

Jian Cong forced himself to pretend that nothing had happened and looked up at him: "I really didn't expect it, I thought it was ordinary heat."

But Liu Sijian stared at him with no intention of moving away.

Jian Cong added, "I will tell you in the future."

Liu Sijian neither said good nor bad, but just put his hand close to Jian Cong's face.

With the kiss before, Jian Cong felt like his heart was about to jump out. He was afraid that Liu Sijian wanted to touch him, and he was afraid that he would be seen as strange if he hid himself.

Fortunately, Liu Sijian's outstretched hand turned halfway, and just paused under his eyes for a moment, gently curling his lips: "I lost an eyelash."

"Oh!"

Jian Cong quickly blinked several times, stretched out his hand and fiddled with it, and yawned: "Brother, go down and tell them, I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep."

Liu Sijian nodded and gave some instructions before getting up from the bed.

Jian Cong kept his body on his back, and only when he heard the door of the room closed did his stiff body completely relax.

Suddenly, I am full of confidence that I can play Li Haibo's movie well.

In fact, it would be fine if Liu Sijian was someone else, but Liu Sijian is Bo Shifan's nephew, so it's not easy to make a fuss too stiff.

Coupled with the suddenness of the incident, Jian Cong really hasn't figured out what attitude to use to deal with it.

He guessed that Liu Sijian probably wanted to follow his promise first, let him relax his vigilance, and then boil the frogs in warm water, so that they would be together naturally.

Jian Cong didn't know if others would take this trick, but he really... couldn't accept it at all.

It's clearly a lie.

Jian Cong closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Liu Sijian made him feel worse than beating him, scolding him, or embarrassing him directly.

He originally thought that this brother was pretty good, but how could he lie to him...

In the end, Jian Cong couldn't hold back, and took out his mobile phone to send a message to his uncle.

[Uncle, please help me find out Bo Shifan's nephew, now we are in the same crew, and Bao Shifan introduced him to me as a partner]

The reply at the other end was as simple as ever, just one word: OK.

Only then did Jian Cong feel relieved.

Ever since Yu Changmu was born, he is very cautious towards everyone now, and after explaining the matter, he was troubled and fell asleep shortly after blowing on the air conditioner.

When Liu Sijian went downstairs, he was busy cooking and filming.

Or it could be said that variety shows are pure torture. Jian Cong and Pang Xiang's failure to pick vegetables today will not affect everyone's meal.

The fact that the person who cooks and cooks is Fang Lu, Liu Sijian really did not expect.

After asking, I found out that she was the tallest among the short ones. Fang Lu was not too good at it, but the others were even worse than her.

The last few plates of green vegetables were served with some minced meat.

Mayfair and Li Liming, who ran a long way to go to the back mountain to herd sheep, finally came back under the sunset. They could see that they were exhausted, and when they entered the door, they yelled that the two of them almost lost the sheep, and they were counting in the sheep pen just now. Nucleated for a long time.

Everyone shared their work today.

Mayfair and Li Liming didn't know the news of Jian Cong's heatstroke until then, and they all looked worried.

Pang Xiang, as the patient's comrade-in-arms, was naturally the most eloquent, and told everyone the cause of the cause: "Jian Cong's heatstroke can't be blamed on him, it's really that the vegetable field is too hot, and the vine tips are hard to pinch, so I started to make it. After a while, the fingers were full of holes."

Li Liming felt distressed immediately and picked it up to watch.

The camera took a close-up of the ringing fingers, and Mayfair clicked her tongue.

Ringer has been annoyed since he knew about Jane Cong's heat stroke: "I should go..."

Fang Lu, who hadn't spoken for a long time, immediately interrupted: "It has nothing to do with you, he should have said it from the beginning because he is prone to heatstroke."

Pang Xiang, who had been talking to Jian Cong for a long time, heard Fang Lu's tone, and immediately slammed on the brakes and turned around: "This is true. If you feel uncomfortable, you should bring it up as soon as possible, so that no one will suffer."

Mei Feier and Jiang Fangxie finally understood.

This Pang Xiang was like a fool, he didn't want to offend anyone, he wanted to please everyone, and he spoke to whomever he was in front of.

In the past two days, because Linge had guessed the relationship between Jian Cong and Yu Changmu, he was already in a complicated mood. Now that Jian Cong was ill, he was even more absent-minded about eating a meal. Before the filming was over, he said he wanted to go up and have a look.

Fang Lu was almost killed by him.

After all, Jian Cong was not around, and he had a chance to express himself. Why was he so honest: "If he wakes up, he will naturally come down to eat. When you go up now, he is also sleeping, and he has to work hard to open the door for you."

Linger's steps really stopped.

Fang Lu: "Such a good opportunity to be lazy, I wouldn't come down if I wanted to."

Everyone present frowned, this time even Pang Xiang felt uncomfortable.

Mei Fei'er: "Sister, let's just let it go, little Jane doesn't want to feel uncomfortable."

It's the same as Jane pretending to be sick.

Fang Lu knew her thoughts at a glance, and she was not helping Jian Cong at all: "Did I say he was uncomfortable? What kind of moral high ground are you fighting for?"

Mei Fei'er's face was full of innocence, as if she had suffered a great humiliation, she turned her face away and played out her daring to be angry and daring to speak vividly.

Fang Lu sneered: "They are really blind if they don't award you the film queen."

Mei Feier couldn't stand it immediately, and stood up from the table with her eyes wide open: "Sister, I respect you as a senior, but you can't just bully people like this because of your seniority!"

The people at the table, including the photographer next to them, were a little dumbfounded.

They expected that there would be conflicts in this group, but no one expected that it would come so soon, and it was these two who quarreled first.

But how could Mayfair be arguing for herself.

Immediately afterwards, she used Jian Cong again as a shield: "Since joining the group, Xiao Jian has actually done nothing, never offended you, and never said anything disrespectful to you, and told everyone one by one" sister ' screamed, but you somehow disliked him, did he ever cry out for himself? Now everyone is sick and has to be arranged by you behind his back!"

Fang Lu was really disgusted by her appearance of making excuses: "If you talk about you, you talk about you, why are you talking about Jian Cong? He takes medicine and rests when he is sick, and I didn't call him up! What are you pretending here? Good man, is it really for him?"

Mayfair: "Hey, why are you so unreasonable!"

Fang Lu: "Who has a ghost, you know it in your heart!"

The two of them said something to each other, and they just stunned the guests next to them.

They couldn't help but cast bewildered glances at the directors outside the venue, wondering what to do next.

Whether to suspend the recording, or to persuade the fight to continue.

But apart from being dazed at the beginning, the director team is now excited.

This is the way of doing variety shows. I am never afraid of conflicts, but I am afraid that everyone will be peaceful and it will not be interesting.

These shots will definitely not be able to be broadcast as they are, but it is always good to have the material in hand, let’s shoot first!

When Jian Cong was not around, Liu Sijian was free, and Mustache had ordered him to join the filming team from the very beginning.

Liu Sijian looked at the camera and the two quarreled and quarreled with Jian Cong, frowning all the time.

Fang Lu and Mei Fei'er have already involved Jian Cong's heat stroke and Jian Cong's drunken live broadcast.

Liu Sijian couldn't hold back anymore, and turned his head to the mustache next to him and asked, "Aren't you going to stop me?"

The mustache looked at him strangely: "Since when did you care about guests? It wasn't you who complained to me that there was nothing to talk about and that taking photos was boring?"

Liu Sijian pursed his lips subtly, and finally swallowed what he wanted to say.

These two people actually wanted to quarrel, and the essence had nothing to do with Jian Cong.

He is just a cameraman, the director and screenwriter didn't say a word, and it really doesn't make sense for him to jump out and interfere with the guests.

The quarrel continued, and Li Liming and Jiang Fangxie tried to smooth things over, but it didn't work at all.

Fang Lu didn't care about the camera at all and continued to shoot at her: "If you don't want your ex who disappeared for three years, then don't let it go. If there is anything you can't forget and keep secret, you can't be a coward!"

Mei Feier: "Don't persuade others to be kind without suffering from others! Do you think that everyone changes partners like you change clothes! Three years is not long, why don't you talk about it for four full years? Four years of love?"

The topic of the two has been mixed with guns and sticks, and has risen to personal attacks.

Liu Sijian controlled the camera, and turned his head to look at Mustache frequently in his heart, but Mustache didn't show any intention of stopping.

In the past two days, Linger probably noticed that Fang Lu was always targeting Jian Cong because of him, and now he was sitting in the corner of the dining table in a daze, his face was blushing and he didn't dare to intervene, for fear of further intensifying the conflict.

When the film crew on the other end finished work and heard the news that Jian Cong had fallen ill due to heatstroke, the group immediately followed the night and hurried back to the villa.

In the hall, Fang Lu was talking about Jian Cong's dishonesty, and he was unwilling to take the initiative to show anything.

Yu Changmu was quite unhappy when he heard the words.

But the first thing he did was not to interrupt the quarrel, but strode towards the threshold, and went straight to Liu Sijian: "Are you just listening to them talking about Jian Cong?"

For a moment, everyone was a little stunned.

Yu Changmu cuts to the chase in everything he does, and they are used to not making any preparations at all, but no matter how good Liu Sijian and Jian Cong are, it is a bit strange to ask a follow-up PD to protect the guest.

Facing Yu Changmu's questioning, Liu Sijian was rarely speechless.

Mainly because of the incompatible posture of Mayfair and Fang Lu, sooner or later there will be quarrels, and there are other reasons not to use Jian Cong as an excuse.

Yu Changmu was naturally aware of this point, but knowing it didn't mean he could accept it.

It doesn't matter whether he can't turn a corner or doesn't understand the world, if he can't accept it, he can't accept it.

"Since your quarrel has nothing to do with Jian Cong, don't take Jian Cong with you."

Yu Changmu made a final decision, and the second sentence after entering the door revealed what everyone had been holding back for a long time, with an uncharacteristically tough attitude.

After speaking, he didn't even ask for the steps, and went around the machine at the scene by himself, turning off all the live shooting and recording equipment.

The whole set of movements is smooth and flowing, and the wind is blowing under your feet.

The fast cameramen didn't realize what happened, the screen of the machine was already blacked out, and there was no way to turn it on again, and there was no response when pressing the power button.

After finishing all this, Yu Changmu returned to the center of the hall, with the haggard and indifferent makeup of the murderer in the movie on his face, his eyes were as cold as stones when he glanced at everyone, there was no half-joke, and his aura was quite horrified.

The surrounding air instantly dropped below freezing point.

Yu Changmu made sure that everyone looked at him before speaking: "I know everything about Jian Cong. If you have any curiosity in the future, you can directly ask me, including his ex."

Everyone could see that Yu Changmu was on the verge of explosion at that time, and no one dared to speak up: "I don't know if you usually shoot variety shows to create topics, but you must consume variety shows that can only be popular, no Do it."

Since listening to Liu Sijian's explanation, Xiao Huzi has been very sensitive to the suspension of the broadcast. Right now, Yu Changmu's words made his eyes widen instantly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Liu Sijian.

But Liu Sijian was in a fucking mood at the moment, and had no time to worry about him at all. Just now, Yu Changmu educated him the other way around, didn't he?

Yu Changmu's gaze circled around, and finally landed on Liu Sijian, implying: "I wanted to say these things a long time ago, but it's not a group, and Jian Cong will be unhappy if I manage too much. There is nothing you can do if you feel uncomfortable, I just don’t know how to turn.”

Yu Changmu bit the last four words extremely hard.

Liu Sijian almost lost his face.

Yu Changmu looked at him at this moment, as if he was watching a joke-is it so cheap to chase after you, and you can't even control this matter.

After slapping, it is natural to give sugar.

Weiwei continued with a smile: "Xiaoyu, the child, is very persistent in what he thinks is right or wrong. If you care about it, you will be chaotic, and you are eager to protect Jane. Please forgive me."

Speaking of Weiwei, he still didn't forget to look at the table of meals Fang Lu made, and sarcastically said: "Everyone is not full for dinner, I'll treat everyone to supper later. There are crayfish."

This pleased everyone who had been tired for a day and hadn't seen meat, and Jiang Fangxie was the first to cheer.

Then he found that no one around him followed him, and immediately coughed twice to make a sound.

Li Haibo patted Yu Changmu on the shoulder: "Okay, calm down, go up and see how Jian'er is doing."

Yu Changmu went straight to Liu Sijian again, and stretched out his hand facing him: "Give me the room card."

Everyone had another subtle meal.

Although I don't want Jian Cong to get up and open the door, and it's not impossible to ask for a room card, but...?

This atmosphere also...?

Under the eyes of everyone, Yu Changmu asked for the room card, so he has the identity of an old classmate, and Liu Sijian, as a small follow-up PD, seems to have no position to refuse.

He took the room card out of his pocket with a smile on his face.

But when Yu Changmu took the room card away from him, Liu Sijian turned around and turned his back to everyone, the corners of his raised mouth collapsed.

I have begun to dislike myself for being too polite for just kissing twice today.

This time he was really provoked.

Upstairs, holding Liu Sijian's room card, Yu Changmu didn't feel that he had won the battle, but was rather depressed.

He has complicated feelings towards Jian Cong. On the one hand, he hopes that Jian Cong will not look at anyone until he becomes better. On the other hand, he feels that he is selfish, and Jian Cong simply ignores him.

The appearance of Liu Sijian originally made him think that Jian Cong would at least meet someone stronger than him this time, but it turned out that he couldn't even meet the most basic requirements.

Before Yu Changmu opened the door, he knocked lightly on the door twice.

There was no response for a long time, and there was no light in the crack of the door before lightly opening it with the card in my hand.

The room was dark and quiet, save for the slight white noise from the air conditioner.

On the single bed on the right was a bunch of curled up buns. It seemed that Jian Cong was lying on his side, still asleep.

Yu Changmu closed the door silently and walked towards the bed, seeing Jian Cong wrapping himself tightly with a quilt, only his palm-sized face was exposed, his brows were slightly frowned, and he wondered what he had dreamed of.

He has been thinking about this face for three years since he separated.

Yu Changmu bent down silently in the dark, and knelt on one knee in front of Jian Cong's bed. Just as he was about to reach out to smooth the gap between his brows, Jian Cong flinched suddenly when he was about to touch him, and muttered in his sleep, "Don't Brother...don't kiss..."

Yu Changmu was completely stunned.

There is only one person who can be called "brother" by Jian Cong in this context.

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The author has something to say:

Jian Bao: Are you stupid, silly dog

In fact, Liu Sijian's character design was like this from the beginning. The last time he said that Yugou couldn't turn a corner was actually a sign, but it wasn't too bad!It's just a matter of perspective!It will be explained later!