I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

On the second day, Liu Manjiang grabbed Ning Zhi'an in the crew and talked loudly about the two or three things he had with the female ghost in his dream.

In order to make Ning Zhi'an believe in himself, Liu Manjiang described the details vividly: "Really! You don't know, she is so arrogant, and she has obsessive-compulsive disorder. She is not even allowed to write wrong punctuation marks!"

Ning Zhi'an was blowing hot pear soup with his mouth puffed up, and the rich and clear water rippled round after round. Hearing this, he lowered his eyes and mumbled: "Maybe you flicked the cigarette ash yesterday, Subconsciously, I felt that my behavior was not civilized enough, so I had such a dream!"

"Really?" Liu Manjiang scratched his head: "She also said that my writing skills are not as good as the unemployed little star.

"Do you know the unemployed little star, the underworld star that Feng Lao said saved his life? It seems that it is not easy to be a star in the underworld. If you want to become popular, you really need two brushes."

Ning Zhi'an's water glass was almost unsteady.

Last time I went to the media to interview Xiaohong and didn't follow, so I don't know how dangerous the title of unemployed starlet is to Ning Zhi'an!

Ning Zhi'an mustered up the courage to give Xiaohong a look of "I'll settle the score with you later", but this was already the limit of his courage, so the gaze stayed for a second and then hurriedly retracted.

Fortunately, Xiaohong was cleaning the instrument with all her heart because of a guilty conscience, so she didn't see Ning Zhian's provocation.

"That's why I said this is a dream. What you dreamed are all things you have heard and seen these days, and then your brain put these things together." Ning Zhi'an twitched the corner of his lips at Liu Manjiang again, and said with a final word: "This is what you think about every day and dream at night!"

Liu Manjiang thought about what Ning Zhian said, and asked doubtfully, "Really?"

Anyway, he felt that Master Bai Wuchang was right, Ning Zhi'an did have something!Otherwise, why Ning Zhi'an had just reminded him to pay attention to hygiene during the day, and he had this dream at night.

This is so simple, golden words!

Liu Manjiang went on to say: "After thinking about it later, it's really not right to play cigarette ash, but the appearance of the female ghost in my dream is really scary!"

Ning Zhi'an silently corrected it in her heart.

It's not that the female ghost is scary, but all the ghosts are super scary!

From the corner of the eye, I saw Xiao Hong who was about to go berserk, Ning Zhi'an interrupted Liu Manjiang with great kindness: "Director Liu, even if this is just a dream, don't judge ghosts by their appearance, maybe in the eyes of ghosts she Is it beautiful?"

Besides, Ning Zhi'an was afraid that he would write the examination in his dream tonight.

Liu Manjiang fell into deep thought. "I'm narrow-minded..."

Seeing this, Ning Zhian moved his eyes unnaturally.

Having said too many things against his will just now, Ning Zhi'an gulped down the pear soup in order to cover it up, washing his heart more and more deceitful and dirty.

Liu Manjiang couldn't hide things in his heart, so he chatted with anyone he caught. Within two days, the crew began to spread the story that Liu Manjiang was entrusted by a beautiful female ghost to write a self-criticism.

Xiao Hong was overjoyed when she heard that, and she seemed to be more diligent these two days, holding a pennant and quietly cleaning the crew inside and out.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ning Zhi'an felt that the pennant seemed to have faded a little bit.

Ning Zhi'an looked at the languid pennant and discussed with Xiao Hong with some embarrassment: "Why don't you change to a rag?"

The pennant trembled feebly when he heard the words, and he was no longer as proud as before.

Xiaohong was not very happy: "No, this is very convenient."

At that time, Ning Zhi'an was so pissed off by the identity of "Honorary Underworld Man", that's why Xiao Hong used the pennant as a rag.

Now he feels that he is vicious and relieved, so he wants to rescue the pennant from Xiaohong's hand.

But seeing Xiaohong's satisfied attitude towards the pennant now, she might not compromise without enough replacements.

The poor little star gritted his teeth hard, thinking about the balance in his bank card, his voice was slightly sour: "I'll buy you a robot vacuum cleaner."

"OK then."

Xiaohong took the opportunity to negotiate with her: "You can buy me some more novels."

Ning Zhi'an couldn't ask for it.

He wished that Xiaohong would get addicted to other novels and not stay here and stare at him for updates.

"Choose it yourself." Ning Zhi'an happily opened a certain treasure, handed the phone to Xiao Hong, and suddenly asked curiously: "Can't you read it directly from Yangjian's novel website?"

"When our ghosts went to the Yangjian Internet, there was a health system, and the Internet was disconnected after more than an hour." The female ghost typed in the input box something like "transformed into a movie king's fine petite husband", "the president's million groom" and so on. while talking to Ning Zhi'an: "Unless you buy me another mobile phone and set up a Yangjian mobile number."

Impossible, too expensive.

Don't even think about it.

After careful calculation for a while, Ning Zhian proudly and ruthlessly announced to Xiaohong: "You can only buy five books at most."

Since the hotel photo incident, Ning Zhi'an has gained some popularity, and her followers have been rising in a straight line one after another.

His Weibo was not the same before. Ning Zhian used Weibo as a QQ space to share small things in life, and then harvested sporadic things such as [Son, come on] [Brother, you can be better] Comments such as] [Son, you will be popular sooner or later].

But it's different now, a large number of live fans have excavated his previous Weibo.

I saw that Ning Zhi'an posted something similar a long time ago:

[Went to play with friends in the suburbs, and was surrounded by a few geese, and now I am squatting on a tree, unable to get up and down, looking online for the little secret of defeating the big geese qwq. 】

[It’s snowing today, the road is covered with ice, it’s so slippery, I accidentally performed a 360-degree Thomas maneuver on the spot, and when I was lying on the ground, a little sister from a passerby gently put ten yuan in front of me , let me live strong. 】

Many new fans laughed so much that they screamed all night, feeling what a magical treasure boy this is, and even tagged Ning Zhi'an: #宁宁解毒行动大楼#, which contained screenshots of various early Weibo.

Seeing his silly quotations from years ago being dug out by fans, Ning Zhi'an felt very embarrassed.

Who doesn't have a little black history!

He won't say these words in the future, he has to learn how to operate coldly.

Ning Zhi'an locked the screen regretfully, and looked sideways at Ji Zhaoran.

Ji Zhaoran was looking down at his phone, his profile was clean and deep.

Ning Zhi'an eagerly asked: "Mr. Ji, how do you usually operate your Weibo?"

... Ji Zhaoran was typing, when he heard this, he paused with his fingertips, and slowly turned his head to meet Ning Zhian's eyes.

A pair of dark jade-colored eyes revealed a hint of confusion.

"How do I do business..." After a pause, Ji Zhaoran said calmly, "Gao Gao, tell me, how do I do business?"

Gao Gao is Ji Zhaoran's assistant, who was standing aside, but rolled his eyes inwardly when he heard this.

Ji Zhaoran's last Weibo post was because of Ning Zhi'an's photo, which was posted by a netizen.

Can you look back at those microblogs you posted before?Can that be called business? That is called chasing customers!

"Properly post some life content, post some selfies, delicious and fun things, it's best to be concise and to the point, less talk and less mistakes. But try not to post social issues on Weibo, or argue about relatively big things."

While talking, Gao Gao complained to Ji Zhaoran with his eyes - you didn't do any of this!

Ignoring Gao Gao's thoughtful eyes, Ji Zhaoran's eyes fell on Ning Zhi'an's fair and well-behaved face, and his voice was low and lazy: "Just do what she says."

Ning Zhi'an nodded thoughtfully: "Oh!"

Today's winter solstice, the crew organized everyone to make dumplings together, Ning Zhi'an was very clever, and asked Xiao Zhou to take a photo of him with the dumplings.

Ning Zhi'an wrapped the dumplings skillfully, squeezed both hands nimbly, and a beautiful little ingot appeared in the palm of his hand.He worriedly told Xiao Zhou: "When you are shooting, remember to pay attention to the character in the lens, that is, me, and be natural, fresh and unaffected."

Ji Zhaoran doesn't know how to make dumplings, but he didn't leave, he was talking to Zhou Weiyu not far away, when he heard what Ning Zhian said, he suddenly laughed lowly.

Zhou Weiyu:? ? ?Am I saying something ridiculous?

After pinching more than a dozen small round dumplings in a row, Ning Zhi'an felt that it was almost done, so he picked up one of them and put it in the palm of his hand, showing a smiling face with red lips and white teeth, and looked at the camera beamingly.

Xiao Zhou took several pictures either squatting or standing on the ground, posing very well, and quickly showed it to Ning Zhi'an after taking the pictures.

"Brother Ning, how are you doing?"

Ning Zhi'an felt...it didn't seem very good.

The photos taken by Xiao Zhou looked like Ning Zhi'an was holding a dumpling, and the photos of tourists checking in at tourist attractions, the angle and light were terrible.

After posting it like this, Ning Zhi'an might lose fans by performing on the spot on the winter solstice night.

Although Ning Zhi'an himself is not that good at taking pictures, he is still much better than Xiao Zhou. After telling Xiao Zhou all the techniques that need to be remembered, Ning Zhi'an took a few new ones.

Ning Zhi'an felt a little helpless as she slid her fingertips over the horrific photos.

……

"What's wrong?" Ji Zhaoran had just finished talking to Zhou Weiyu, when he saw Ning Zhi'an frowning, he took two steps forward: "The photos are not good?"

Xiao Zhou was not far away, thinking about his assistant's mood, Ning Zhi'an lowered his voice, and whispered in Ji Zhaoran's ear, "It's very ugly."

With a light breath blowing past his ears, Ji Zhaoran's sharp Adam's apple twitched slightly.

"Oh." Ji Zhaoran lowered his eyes, looked at a face that bumped into his sight, and said in a low and clear voice, "Then I'll take a picture for you?"

Ning Zhi'an blinked in surprise: "Are you still taking pictures?"

In fact, Ji Zhaoran has never taken pictures for others, but he has been an actor for a long time, and he knows a little bit about composition and composition, so he is better than Xiao Zhou when he shoots.

His eyes fell on Ning Zhian's fair and clean cheeks, but Ji Zhaoran suddenly felt that something was missing.

Ning Zhi'an looked at him puzzled, blinked slightly, a small face with almond eyes, straight nose and thin lips, the tip of the nose was covered with a thin layer of light from a white woven lamp, so beautiful and clean that people felt a desire to destroy in vain.

After a pause, Ji Zhaoran dipped his fingers in some flour, and gently scratched the tip of Ning Zhi'an's delicate nose.

Ji Zhaoran looked down at Ning Zhi'an, his voice was low and full of pleasure.

"That's fine."

Ning Zhi'an was very satisfied after seeing the finished film, in order to thank Ji Zhaoran for his help, all the dumplings Ji Zhaoran ate were made by Ning Zhi'an himself!

Ning Zhi'an's deep gratitude to Ji Zhaoran is contained in each dumpling!

On the way back to the hotel from the film crew, Ning Zhi'an couldn't wait to post on Weibo about the business.

[Ning Zhi'an v: It's the winter solstice, what's the stuffing for your dumplings?Is it delicious? [photo]】

In the photo, Ning Zhi'an has red lips and white teeth, clear eyes, black hair softly attached to her forehead, and a little flour on the tip of her nose. She looks smart and beautiful. On the day of the winter solstice, she looks inexplicably happy.

【Safe winter solstice, baby! ! 】

[Winter Solstice makes a wish, I hope that one day I can see Ning Ning's Thomas whirl with my own eyes, of course, there is no need to fall down! 】

[No stuffing is as sweet as you! ! ! ! 】

[Thank you, there is a new screensaver! ! ! ps: Do you think this photo looks better than the original selfie my brother sent? 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[Take a sip! 】

Xiali's car was bumping, and Ning Zhi'an looked at the comments happily, feeling that he was ashamed of this bloodbath.

Xiao Hong was very determined to win and said: "If I come to take pictures for you, I can take better pictures."

Xiao Zhou was in the car, and Ning Zhi'an couldn't talk to him, so he pretended not to hear, and continued to comment with the corners of his lips curled up.

Seeing that Ning Zhi'an's fingertips stopped at the comment [Who took this picture, I feel that the person who took the picture was very careful], Xiao Hong asked very vigilantly: "Little star, you don't want to fall in love, do you?"

fall in love?Where can we talk?Who to talk to?

Ning Zhi'an played slowly? ? ?

"It's best not to, falling in love will affect your coding speed." Xiaohong said with great professionalism: "Anyway, I won't agree. It's the end of the year. I think you have to code at least 150 million characters tomorrow." Bar?"

The smile on the corner of Ning Zhian's mouth slowly disappeared.

Xiaohong imagined a beautiful picture: "The subject matter of your book is still a bit unpopular, and the update is not very good. Next year, you will open a new book and try to make it more popular every day, so as to make the pen name of the unemployed star famous in the underworld. .”

"By the way, how about I give you a simple proposition every day in the future, so you can do some writing exercises?"

Xiaohong chattered endlessly along the way.

Ning Zhi'an locked the screen, and calmly turned his head to the side to look out of the car window, the alternating light from the street lamp fell on his face, looking inexplicably lonely.

……

That night, Ning Zhian turned on the laptop with a heavy heart.

Two-thirds of this serialized article has been written, and the plot is gradually reaching its climax. According to the design of the outline, he is now going to kill a very popular supporting role...

Although he didn't want the supporting character to die, he had to make concessions for the sake of the plot.

After stumbling and typing today's update, Ning Zhi'an looked at the finished draft as if facing an enemy.

He also left a lot of foreshadowing before, and now the death of this supporting role is not sudden.

It's just the winter solstice, so it's not too much to let that supporting role go offline today...

Ning Zhi'an swallowed nervously, and lightly clicked publish.

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