half blind

It was only eight o'clock the next morning when Mo Mao knocked on the door and went upstairs.Zhang Qing yawned and opened the door for Mo Mao, with a piece of steamed bun in his mouth.

"Hey, have you all eaten?" Mo Mao rubbed his hands, and put the buns in his hand on the table, "I was thinking about buying breakfast for you, I was freezing to death in the cold weather."

"It's just in time, I won't mess with you when you come." Duanmu Rou came out of the kitchen, complaining, "The stove in this poor kitchen can't be turned on for a long time, I'm about to go out to chop wood."

"If you want to buy breakfast, you have to come early. Your elder sister wakes up at six o'clock every day." Zhang Qing yawned again, "Isn't this also driving me up."

"Okay, you look much better today than yesterday's half-dead look." Mo Mao straddled the chair, "Are you in a better mood?"

"En." Zhang Qing untied the bag and grabbed a bun from inside to eat.

"Yesterday, as soon as he came out of Kong Yishan's house, he had a mournful face and didn't say a word to me." Mo Mao turned his head to Duanmurou, "I was scared by that expression, I thought he had some terminal illness."

"Nonsense." Zhang Qing swallowed the steamed stuffed bun, "It's not that exaggerated."

"Really." Mo Mao laughed, "So what did Kong Yishan tell you yesterday?"

Zhang Qing recounted what happened yesterday and what Kong Yishan said in detail.After speaking, there was a silence in the room.

"It's unreasonable, it's too much!" Mo Mao stood up from the chair suddenly, "What did he think of you? Is this something that people do? Is there such a naked bully in broad daylight! "

Zhang Qing smiled slightly, "I already discussed with Zhou Nanchen yesterday, the only way is to issue a positive response as soon as possible, deny Zhang Honglu's rhetoric, and deny the relationship between me and Zhou Nanchen."

"This..." Mo Mao hesitated, "But after you make such a public statement, there will be a lot of trouble. In the future, you two will have to avoid suspicion wherever you go, and it will be difficult to cooperate. Moreover, if you publicly deny it like this, it is tantamount to You handed your fans a knife and gave them the right to wantonly abuse Zhou Nanchen."

"Then what else can I do, can you give me a trick?" Zhang Qing also stood up, glaring at Mo Mao, "If I don't make a public statement, don't we need to avoid suspicion? If I don't deny it, fans won't." Will you attack him? If you have a way to get the best of both worlds, tell me!"

"What are you yelling at me for?" Mo Mao's eyes widened, "Go and yell at Kong Yishan if you have the ability! I've told you that Kong Yishan's heart is dishonest and untrustworthy. Did you listen to me then? ?”

"Okay, okay, sit down, both of you." Duanmurou stood up and persuaded the fight, "Speak up if you have something to say, why are you so tense?"

"I won't sit down anymore." Mo Mao pushed back the dining table and chairs violently, "Yesterday I looked at you all day, and today I will continue to look at you, and I get up early to buy you breakfast in the cold weather, I am really idle. !"

Said Mo Mao didn't turn his head back, and rushed out the door.

"Look at you, is it necessary?" Duanmurou complained, while cleaning up the dishes on the dining table, "He cares about you kindly, how can you talk like that?"

"It's him who insists on mentioning the fandom to me, and I get angry when he mentions it." Zhang Qing lied weakly on the table.

"You can't control what the fans want to say." Duanmurou said helplessly, "When your two fans scolded each other before, we made a statement to tell them not to quarrel, but do you think it is useful? Now it is instead Some people have used it to prove that you are gay."

Zhang Qing buried his head in his arms and didn't speak for a long time. Just when Duanmurou thought he was asleep, he suddenly spoke.

"I think I was really stupid before. I wanted to be popular and famous. I thought that if I became popular and famous, I would be able to control my life and be free to act and realize my dreams." Zhang Qing's voice was muffled, "But Since this summer, I seem to have never acted seriously. I am so busy every day that I don’t touch the ground, and when I look back, I don’t know what I am busy with every day.”

Duanmurou sighed, "Xiao Qing, no one can truly control their own life, each of us is a slave to life."

With that said, Duanmu Rou walked over and patted Zhang Qing on the shoulder, "It will be fine after this, you have to trust me and Zhou Nanchen. Everything will get better and better."

Are they really going to get better?

Now he has become a puppet in the hands of capitalists, ready to tell a big lie in front of all fans and audiences, will everything really get better and better?

But Zhang Qing still smiled and said "hmm".

"Van Gogh!" Qian Kun whistled.

The three-colored cat with a beard-like pattern on its chin jumped out of the room with a "bass", looking at Qiankun expectantly.

"Look, how close he is to me now." Qian Kun opened the can of sardines proudly, and Van Gogh cocked his tail and buried his head in eating.

Zhou Nanchen sighed, "I know where this kiss came from. Do you know how thin he was before he came to you?"

"It's unhealthy to be so thin." Qian Kun said disapprovingly, "I think he's fine now."

At first glance, Van Gogh's big white buttocks twisted and twisted, and it was almost a different cat from the last time we met.

"Monet, I think you have a good time with your Uncle Qiankun." Zhou Nanchen squatted down in front of Van Gogh, "Why don't you live with him."

As if he understood, Van Gogh suddenly stopped eating, raised his head and looked at Zhou Nanchen eagerly.

"He still recognizes you as his master, and I'm a breeder." Qiankun waved his hand, "Hurry up and take your cat back. Hey, speaking of which, how long do you plan to stay in Liancheng this time?"

"Should be here for a while." Zhou Nanchen said, "A friend introduced me to a job. A large crew will be filming here for three months. There is a shortage of manpower."

"Three months...then you don't plan to go back for the New Year?" Qian Kun asked tentatively.

Zhou Nanchen smiled, "Go back, where are you going? It's better for me to keep a distance from him for a while, so as not to cause trouble. Besides, before I met him, I was always with the crew in Liancheng."

Qian Kun sighed, "Have you really thought about this matter?"

"What can I do if I don't want to be good?" Zhou Nanchen squatted down and touched Van Gogh's head, "Things have become like this, and positive denial is the only way. You can't delay his acting career for the rest of his life because of me." Alright."

Van Gogh rubbed Zhou Nanchen's hand affectionately, circling around his ankle.

"Let's go, Van Gogh, let's go back." Zhou Nanchen picked up Van Gogh and looked at Qiankun, "Brother Kun, I have really troubled you for a while, and I don't even know how to thank you. Zhang Qing and I I’m so sorry for causing you so much trouble, and getting implicated in “The Promised Land” now.”

Qiankun waved his hand, "Online distribution is different from the entertainment industry, and the staff don't take money. They like to listen to it, and don't like to listen to it, and don't like to get out of it. It's not implicated."

As he said that, Qian Kun patted Zhou Nanchen's shoulder heavily, "I'm an outsider, and I can't help you much. You two must pay attention to safety, people's words are terrible."

"Okay." Zhou Nanchen nodded.

On the way back with Van Gogh, Zhou Nanchen sent Zhang Qing a WeChat message.

——Already arrived in Liancheng, took Van Gogh back safely.He was almost fat as a Monet. [picture]

After a while, Zhang Qing sent a laughing expression.

——It can be seen that Brother Kun spent all his money to please him.

After a while, another one came.

——Did the journey go smoothly?You didn't get troubled by anyone, did you?

— Don't worry, no.And you?How are these two days?

——It's very good, Sister Rou is in charge of eating Momao, and it's also very safe, no one is looking for it.

--That's good.

After thinking about it, Zhou Nanchen added another sentence.

—Has the time for the reception been set?

——It is set, the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.During the Chinese New Year, various artists are in full bloom, so I won't compete with them for popularity, and I will make a statement after the New Year is over.

--good.During this period of time, you should pay more attention to safety. If they scold you too much... find someone for public relations.

- Don't worry, I'm fine.Although seven or eight companies terminated my contract, there were still a few that pushed me forward, and a website invited me to sing at a New Year's party.

There are always capitalists who are not afraid of dirty water being splashed on themselves, as long as they are profitable, they dare to chase after any heat.

——Zhang Honglu hasn't harassed you recently, has he?

——No, but Zhu Ting called me a few times to intercede and told me not to go to court.I ignored her.

——How is Xuanxuan?

— she's not bad.It is said that Zhang Honglu doesn't stay at home every day, which actually makes the mother and daughter breathe.

—He will pay for his actions.

After a pause, Zhang Qing sent another message.

——Will you come to the New Year's party?

Zhou Nanchen's fingers stayed on the screen for a long time before falling down.

--I try my best.

——Okay, I'll wait for you.

Zhou Nanchen put down his phone and leaned back on the seat. Van Gogh obediently lay on his lap and yawned.

Just when he just sent Zhang Qing a wechat message, Weibo kept popping up private message reminders.Even if he didn't want to read it, those words couldn't help appearing in front of his eyes.

——I thought you were gay for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be gay. Disappear quickly and stop dangling in everyone's sight, disgusting person!

——Can cnm quickly ascend to the sky? ? ?Are human blood steamed buns so delicious?

——Tie a straight man to stir up homosexual scandals, are you disgusting?Still a couple, can Zhang Qing take a fancy to such a brain-dead like you?Don't you know where you stole the [-] fans in your live broadcast room?

——Stop talking about the heat!Get out now!

——Your mother died and your father got AIDS, the whole village was buried with your family!

……

Zhou Nanchen took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.At this time, the speed of the taxi became slower and slower, and finally stopped in front of the gate of the community.

"Van Gogh, you're home." Zhou Nanchen patted the cat in his arms and got out of the car.

As soon as he walked downstairs, he saw a Volkswagen parked in front of the door, and a young man in a black down jacket leaned against the front of the car, with a cigarette in his hand, shaking his legs while puffing.

Cun Tou immediately stood up straight when he saw Zhou Nanchen, and waved to him enthusiastically, "Brother Chen! This way, this way, yes, this way!"

Zhou Nanchen frowned, "Didn't I tell you to meet in the store? You don't feel cold standing here."

Cuntou Zheng Yun grinned, "I can't wait, I haven't seen Brother Chen for a long time, I really miss it—oh, this is your cat? It looks really ugly."

Zhou Nanchen nodded, "I'll go upstairs and put him down."

Zheng Yun gestured OK to Zhou Nanchen, leaned against the front of the car and waited.

The apartment has not been lived in for several months, and there is a smell of dust when you push it away.Zhou Nanchen put Van Gogh on the ground, opened the refrigerator, cleaned out all the broken things in it, packed them and threw them into garbage bags.

He opened the locker again, took out a new bag of cat food, unpacked it and poured some for Van Gogh.

Van Gogh sniffed and looked up at him.

"Your canned food has expired, so you can't eat it." Zhou Nanchen explained, "I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

Van Gogh let out a dissatisfied "meow", and slipped into the room without coming out.

Zhou Nanchen sighed, "Forget it, it's up to you."

Zhou Nanchen went downstairs, Zheng Yun was still waiting there, and when he saw Zhou Nanchen coming out, he happily took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, "Brother Chen smokes!"

Zhou Nanchen hesitated for a moment, "I've been quitting for a long time..."

"Hey, it's all right. Goodbye friend, happy." Zheng Yun insisted on handing it over, "Here's one."

Zhou Nanchen didn't insist any more, took it and bit it in his mouth, and Zheng Yun clicked it on him with a "snap".

The smoke drifted past my eyes and melted into the air when the wind blew.

During this cigarette effort, Zheng Yun's mouth didn't stop for a moment, and kept chattering non-stop.

"Let me tell you, the crew this time is a fat job. Director Zhang Yiming, do you know? I heard that he is the cousin of Zhang Yimou's cousin's classmate! Don't think he is not well-known now, but he has connections. Back door! This is Director Zhang’s debut work. We don’t know if it will be popular, but at least the director is willing to spend his money. It’s said that it’s Guangji Magi, and the salary is several percent higher than the market price. If no one recommends it, you can’t get in. Do you think I am quite interesting, brother?"

"Yes." Zhou Nanchen exhaled a cigarette.

"Hey, but brother, you are not short of this little money now." Zheng Yun said thoughtfully, "Now you are a big Internet celebrity with millions of fans, so why don't the big crew rush to invite you? "

Zhou Nanchen laughed at himself, "It's not what it used to be."

When Zhou Nanchen said this, Zheng Yun seemed to be interested all of a sudden, and mysteriously lowered his voice to Zhou Nanchen's ear, "I said, what is going on between you and that Zhang Qing? You two are really...that?"

Zhou Nanchen dodged to the side uncomfortably, "No."

"no?"

"No." Zhou Nanchen took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then slowly expelled it from his lungs, "This matter is an oolong. Zhang Qing's father and he have never been able to get along, and the two of them have been fighting because of some property disputes Go on, this time his father made up a nonsense to make trouble, just to embarrass his son."

Zheng Yun looked relieved, and patted Zhou Nanchen's shoulder with a smile, "Let me just say, brother Chen, why don't you look gay? You don't know, I did it for a long time before I came here What about the ideological struggle, thinking that if you are gay, it would be weird for me to drive to pick you up like this, if you misunderstand that I want to date you, what will you do if you fall in love with me hahaha!"

Zhou Nanchen glanced at Zheng Yun and didn't speak. Zheng Yun laughed for a while and then stopped in embarrassment.

"Then you two really have nothing to do with each other? I think you two were very popular with CP speculation before. You also set up a studio to record variety shows together."

"Cp speculation is cp speculation, it's a commercial activity, how can it be confused with real life." Zhou Nanchen smiled, stared at the ground for a while, then raised his head to look at Zheng Yun, "Actually, Zhang Qing is quite disgusting. "

"What?" Zheng Yun became energetic when he heard such words, "You two are not cooperating happily? Do you want to talk to my brother? I promise not to say anything!"

"Okay." Zhou Nanchen took the last puff of his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, "It's so cold standing outside, let's talk in your car."

"Okay, tell me." Zheng Yun opened the car door for Zhou Nanchen.

"He's a guy, he's very good at putting on celebrity airs, saying that the two of them fired CP together, but in fact it's just for his own reputation..."

Zheng Yun's car started and sped away.In front of the building, there was only the cigarette butt that Zhou Nanchen threw on the ground, and a wisp of white smoke lingered in the cold air.