I really didn't want to be popular [entertainment circle]

"..." Shen Youlan let go of him, "Can you say something nice."

"...I'm sorry." Su Zibo was out of breath, "but I really can't run anymore, I can't run anymore..."

Being dragged by Shen Youlan for half a circle, Su Zibo couldn't even take a step forward, and couldn't speak well: "I can't do it, Shen Youlan... Lan... Lan... Help..."

Shen Youlan slowed down, her eyes seemed to accuse him of being useless.

Su Zibo waved his hand: "I give up."

After all, she still held Shen Youlan's arm, telling him to stop too: "Okay, okay, it's over..."

"I don't see you lacking in physical strength when singing and dancing. Why are you so delicate?" Shen Youlan said unceremoniously.

"..." Su Zibo was only panting for breath, unable to speak out after holding his stomach, and finally said when he was walking, "I ran around the neighborhood before you came! Don't bully people! "

"I went out with you, and ran around." Shen Youlan said.

"?" Su Zibo scolded, "Liar."

Shen Youlan pointed at the back of her finger: "Walking around won't make you sweat."

Su Zibo didn't say anything and ran away with him, so Shen Youlan stopped pushing, and walked home slowly with him.

Although it was New Year's Eve, Shen Youlan still had work today. After running in the morning, she went back to her room for a meeting until the afternoon.After Su Zibo had a meal of steamed stuffed buns in the morning, he was hungry all the way to one o'clock, and realized that Shen Youlan might not have time to make lunch for him, so he hurried to heat up some fast food by himself.

Thinking that Shen Youlan hadn't eaten yet, Su Zibo split a part out and knocked on his door.

"Come in." Shen Youlan said.

Su Zibo sent him the meal, Shen Youlan propped his head with his hands and wore earphones, frowned and spoke a paragraph of English with a bad expression, and waved his finger at the screen.

Su Zibo put down the meal for him and was about to quit, but Shen Youlan said a lot directly to the screen, after that Su Zibo understood, he said: "I haven't eaten yet, it's time for our conversation, you still want to talk Just make an appointment."

Afterwards, the other party seemed to wish him a "Happy New Year", and Shim Yoo-ram wished him back, and said that he hoped that the holiday would go well.

After hanging up the video, Su Zibo was about to leave, Shen Youlan picked up the noodles and said, "Go downstairs and eat."

It seems that the lingering anger has not dissipated.

Although he didn't want to inquire about the other party's work, Su Zibo saw that he was not in a good mood the whole time, so he opened up the chatter box and said, "Come down during the Chinese New Year."

"It's okay." Shen Youlan said, "It's over."

"What's over?" Su Zibo said.

"Work." Shen Youlan said, "The work is finished before the year, so we can have a good New Year."

"Ah...you're a bit too slow in collecting..." Su Zibo laughed.

"In the past, I didn't pass the New Year's Eve, and I usually worked during the New Year's Eve. This is the first time..." Shen Youlan looked at him, "We still need to pay more attention to it."

"?" Su Zibo gave him a strange look.

In the evening, Su Zibo went downstairs after reading a book, and saw a table full of dishes that the two of them seemed to be unable to finish.

He seemed to feel the "importance" of Shen Youlan. On the New Year's Eve dinner table, he steamed a piece of East Star Spot, dismembered a plate of king crab, and there was a pot of unknown cooking. The food that alternates heat is surprisingly warm.

Shen Youlan came out of the kitchen, holding two goblets in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other, and asked Su Zibo, "Drink Sprite, Coke, or something else, get it yourself."

Su Zibo glanced at the bottle of wine, then looked at his face.

"Can't I drink? It's not like I haven't drunk before." Su Zibo said dissatisfied.

"No." Shen Youlan didn't even want to refuse.

"I can." Su Zibo started haggling with him, and sat down to take his glass, "Half glass, half glass, okay? This red wine...it doesn't matter."

"..." Shen Youlan didn't agree and didn't agree, she opened the wine cork and poured herself a glass, and then gave him half a glass evenly.

The red liquid is shallow, under the wine glass, reflecting the white ceiling light, dangling slowly.

Shen Youlan knocked on Su Zibo's cup: "Happy New Year."

Then he raised his head and drank the remaining half glass.

"Happy New Year." Su Zibo said.

He only took a sip, and the sour and fruity aroma flowed into his stomach.

While sipping, Shen Youlan stared at him the whole time, as if afraid that he would drink up like herself.

Su Zibo smacked his lips and raised his head: "Why are you looking at me?"

"..." Shen Youlan said, "It's okay, let's eat."

The two of them ate without talking to each other for a while. During the period, Shen Youlan's mobile phone had a lot of New Year's greetings messages and calls. After eating two mouthfuls, he was distracted to answer the phone. After five or six connections like this, Su Zibo licked his lips. He accidentally refilled himself a glass of wine, and when he finally put down his chopsticks to eat, he saw Su Zibo covering his face with his hands.

Shen Youlan squinted, the liquid in the wine bottle was a little less.

"What's wrong." Shen Youlan teased, "Did you put a cup on your face?"

"Hot." Su Zibo said in a low voice.

He moved his hands away, his cheeks were flushed, he shrank on the sofa, hugged his knees, and looked at the table.

"Why don't you eat?" Shen Youlan said.

"Yeah." Su Zibo hiccupped, "We'll have a rest."

"Drunk?" Shen Youlan said.

"Fart." Su Zibo cursed with his eyes closed, then covered his face with his hands, "I'm just a little dizzy."

Shen Youlan took his e-cigarette, and leaned on the sofa from the other side of the table to watch TV: "So you are..."

"Children." Su Zibo said, "Understood, stop reading."

Shen Youlan let out a muffled laugh, and stuffed the cigarette into her mouth.

After a while, when Shen Youlan answered the phone again, Su Zibo said: "...Why is no one calling me?"

He took out his mobile phone and looked at it: "My parents just took a video of me..."

Shen Youlan looked at him slightly sideways: "It's good, no one bothers you."

"Huh? You think it's good?" Su Zibo said.

"En." Shen Youlan responded.

This sound completely turned on Su Zibo's switch.

"Actually, the relationship between my current teammates and me is average. When the limited group disbanded two months ago, everyone recorded the group comprehensive, cried and hugged at the concert and said goodbye in the future, but after all this time, I and They don't say more than three sentences." Su Zibo leaned on the back of the sofa, "One or two are other people's problems, if there are too many, I start to reflect on whether it is my problem."

Shen Youlan watched the boring evening show on TV, with the audience's laughter and clapping as the background sound, but Su Zibo's words were a bit out of tune with everything.

He picked up the cigarette, pinched it in his hand and said, "If you contact me tonight, you are not considered a friend. At best, you are called a work partner or... a colleague."

"I don't even think of my work partners." Su Zibo murmured, "Actually, I'm curious, what do they think of me?"

"Is it important?" Shen Youlan said.

Su Zibo shook his head and said, "There is only one person in this world who treats me well."

He hugged his knees tightly: "It's Brother Chen Jue..."

Shen You paused.

"I am only one friend." Su Zibo said, "Since I debuted, he has been the only one who has taken care of me. Originally he was my manager alone, but later he started managing five."

"There are many people who are kind to you, just remember him." Shen Youlan put away the cigarette and poured herself another half glass.

Su Zibo leaned over and reached out to get the glass of wine: "Then you should be counted as one."

Shen Youlan ignored him, and moved her hands away a little. Su Zibo continued to stretch out his hands and tilted downwards. One of them was unbalanced, supporting his arm with his hand, and almost fell on him.

Shen Youlan held up the cup, raised her head, drank the rest, and put the empty cup on the table.

Su Zibo didn't intend to get up.

He almost leaned on Shen Youlan's shoulder, changed his hands to support it, and said in a low voice: "...I seem to be really dizzy."

Shen Youlan turned her head and asked him suddenly: "Have you ever liked Chen Jue?"

"Huh?" Su Zibo thought for a moment that he had heard wrong.

"You used to like Chen Jue because he was good to you? Or whoever is good to you and treats you as a friend, you will like him." Shen Youlan's voice is magnetic and alluring, and it crawls numbly on top of his head like an electric current. After touching the ear canal, Su Zibo couldn't react for a moment, whether he was in a dream or in reality.

He forced himself to react for a while, then bounced off Shen Youlan's shoulder.

He stared at Shen Youlan and confirmed, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Shen Youlan got up to get the remote control, "Change..."

"Why do you know..." Su Zibo pulled him back and raised his voice, "Who told you that?!"

"..." Shen Youlan didn't know how to explain to him.

"You also read my jokes." Su Zibo smiled, "Does the whole world know it? Isn't it funny?"

"...No." Shen Youlan grabbed his arm, "Listen to me."

"Go away." Su Zibo patted his hand away impatiently, "I am indeed a joke."

After that, Su Zibo lay on the sofa, Shen Youlan sat on the other side, and the two stared at the TV, but no one watched it.

Half an hour later, half a glass of red wine woke up quickly, Su Zibo yawned with his hands on his head, curled up and prepared to play with his phone.

As soon as she stretched her body, she kicked Shen Youlan's side waist. Shen Youlan thought he was calling him, so she turned her head to look at him.

"..." Su Zibo raised his foot, "I bumped into it by accident."

"..." Shen Youlan said, "It's New Year's Eve, why are you so angry?"

"Pfft." Su Zibo was amused by his "New Year's Eve", curled up and laughed for a long time, after all, it was a bit funny and enjoyable to hear this sentence from his mouth.

It didn't matter to Su Zibo after laughing, the two of them were silent for a while, Su Zibo sat up first and said, "I don't know which two hundred and five you heard from, but... who didn't have two hundred and five when they were young."

"Haven't you ever had a crush on a girl in your class when you were 16?" Su Zibo asked Shen Youlan.

"No." Shen Youlan said without thinking.

"Get out, it's impossible." Su Zibo whispered, "You just don't admit it!"

He hugged his knees and said, "...so for Chen Jue, how can this be called liking."

Shen Youlan understood what he meant: "...Because Chen Jue treats you best."

"That's right, you also saw that I have no friends." Su Zibo said.

"It's not that you don't have friends." Shen Youlan looked at him with a smile, "Sometimes I can't see through you, what I say and the questions I think are mature enough, but sometimes I'm still a child."

"Hehe." Su Zibo said, "I'm too lazy to tell you."

He looked at the TV: "The Spring Festival Gala is so boring..."

"What did you do during the Spring Festival before?" Shen Youlan said.

"When I was young, I played cards with my brothers and sisters at night, and my parents played mahjong." Su Zibo said, "I don't seem to do anything else..."

"Play mahjong?" Shen Youlan said, "Do you know how?"

"...No." Su Zibo said, "I knew a little bit when I was young, but I haven't played for many years."

Shen Youlan looked at the phone and said, "The owner group asked if they want to play mahjong, should we go?"

"?" Su Zibo said, "No, now?..."

"Otherwise." Shen Youlan had already stood up, "Sit here and watch the Spring Festival Gala?"

……

An hour ago, Su Zibo was drinking and eating vegetables in a warm home, watching TV on the sofa.

An hour later, he sat at the poker table and couldn't get on the table. He watched Shen Youlan and three middle-aged directors he had seen playing mahjong at the same table.

The funniest thing is that among the age of this table, Shen Youlan still looks the youngest.

Holding the card in his hand, Fu Xin looked at Shen Youlan with a cigarette in his mouth, and then at Su Zibo behind him with a loveless face: "You come out to play a few rounds and bring a child with you, you seem to have trapped my brother. "

"I'm not sleepy." Su Zibo immediately sat up straight, then arched his back, "...just don't understand."

"Don't understand?" Wang Yi said, "Come sit next to me and watch, sitting next to Shen Youlan is too exciting for him, he fucked himself twice."

"No." Shen Youlan said.

Su Zibo didn't move, just sat behind him and looked at him.In the dead of night, two tables of cards were played at Dao Wang's house, and the room was filled with smoke. Several directors sat around without airs at all, talking some vulgar words.

Shen Youlan sat among them, with his back to Su Zibo and a beam of dome light above his head.When they laughed and teased, Shen Youlan didn't show any expression, or accompanied Jing Jing to twitch the corners of her mouth,

Topics include everything, from the century-old history of Chinese movies, to criticizing the decline of the Chinese music scene today, wrangling art and romance, and fantasies such as "If I can invite xx as my heroine this year", Su Zibo thinks about it in the first year At the Chinese New Year's card table before, the topics of the parents' generation were nothing more than food, rice, oil, salt and gossip, and no one was more noble than the other, but the mixed laughter and laughter finally gave him a sense of Chinese New Year.

Everyone is the same.

The appearance of life.

He squinted his eyes, feeling a little sleepy, leaning on the sofa seat, staring at Shen Youlan's back.

He had broad shoulders and an inverted triangle shape. When he fell onto him just now, Su Zibo felt his body temperature coming through the thin clothes.

Speaking of which, he showed his back that day and hadn't looked at the tattoo carefully. Will there be a chance to see his colorful back in the future?

But it's okay, I always think about what people are doing with their naked/back...

Su Zibo closed his eyes and shook his head, feeling that he was still drunk, otherwise he wouldn't be thinking about strange things here.

Accompanying him to play mahjong overnight, Su Zibo woke up around 06:30, covered with a blanket.Shen Youlan and the others had just finished their card game, and the room was full of smoke and choking smells. He opened his eyes in a daze, and Shen Youlan sat with his feet crossed and looked down at his phone on his side.

It was already dawn, and the morning sun shone on half of his face, and the outlines were all gilded.

"Morning." Su Zibo's voice was soft, "What time is it?"

"It's less than seven o'clock." Shen Youlan said, "Go back to sleep."

"Why did I fall asleep..." Su Zibo took off the blanket, looked at Shen Youlan, and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Youlan's voice was a little hoarse, and her face was too pale.

"Look at your face from the previous night." Su Zibo stood up and stretched, "Hurry up and go back to sleep, the older ones are still staying up late like young people."

The two went home to catch up on sleep. On the way back, Shen Youlan said: "I didn't expect so many people to come yesterday, you are bored."

"It's okay, I don't know how to play anyway." Su Zibo said, "Just study."

Walking along the road, Shen Youlan suddenly said: "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year...." Before Su Zibo could finish speaking, Shen Youlan handed him a red envelope.

"???" Su Zibo was at a loss immediately, "What is this for!"

"Lucky money, I promised you before." Shen Youlan said, "I forgot last night."

"..." Su Zibo was afraid that he would go back on his word, so he rushed over immediately, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Shen Youlan said.

"Why are you being polite to me?" Su Zibo put it in his pocket, "Here you go."

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