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Chen Chaosheng's gaze was slightly dull.

Last night, siri almost gave him a complete blow.

He felt that even if someone patted him on the shoulder today and told him that Chen Chaosheng, you are actually a girl and you are pregnant, he would not feel that this is outrageous.

Human imagination is endless.

After Siri took him to read the group books at night, he had a deep understanding of this.

As far as he is concerned, the most outrageous plot he has seen among the hundreds of articles is one about Chen Chaosheng's little wife running with a ball.Chen Chaosheng conducted a [-]-chapter crematorium on his little wife. The middle part involved revenge and abuse of the scumbag male second. In the end, the little wife and the second male lived happily together. The second male was kissed by him. Uncle Meng Xunfeng.

I don't know which fairy character Little Wife is. Chen Chaosheng suspects that it is a fabricated character, probably a healthy person would not abandon him to find his uncle.

Siri coughed twice and cleared the dust from the microphone: "Little wife is actually your master."

"My master's name is Li Chenfang." Chen Chaosheng sat on the bench, "This woman's name is Fangfang."

"Written by the author, Fangfang is the reincarnation of your master. In the previous life, you were masters who were bullied by traitors." Siri carefully called up the form and analyzed that this article involved Chen Chaosheng, Chen Chaosheng's master, and Chen Chaosheng's uncle. "Li Chenfang is your white moonlight, Fangfang is just a stand-in."

"According to the plot, you two also have an obedient daughter named Bai Fushui."

"We are all men, how do we give birth? Is the fairy way to create a child?"

"It would be nice to describe the whole process without letting the two of you have one hundred and eight births." Siri said, "Let's not talk about male births, dead and living people can be born in Recreation."

Chen Chaosheng was speechless.

Xie Chunshan threw him over early in the morning and left by himself, saying that there was still business to discuss, and the value involved several apartments in the city center.

He also told Chen Chaosheng not to act too outrageously for a while, and he should be able to pass the audition.

After all, Chen Chaosheng himself is no better than those actors who don't act like Chen Chaosheng.

"Chen Chaosheng, do you want to read this?" Siri pulled out a fancy little web page.

Chen Chaosheng sat on the bench, leaning against the back of the chair: "I saw the president's eye."

The autumn sun was shining on my body, and it was warm, and the wind was blowing from a distance, causing the car exhaust to scatter crookedly in the wind, and the air flow floated in the sunlight.

There were still a few actors waiting in line for the audition, some of them put on makeup, some of them wore Taoist robes, and some of them were reciting a book of Chen Chaosheng's quotations.

"Bitch, people will always be cheap." The young man was shaking his head in a wig.

"Chen Chaosheng, when did you say that?" Siri asked, "It's quite philosophical."

Chen Chaosheng thought for a while, and he was a little dazed: "I didn't even know I said that."

"Maybe it's the same as Fangfang, it's just a fabricated product." Siri said, "Or what you said now, it's all your own words anyway."

Chen Chaosheng tugged on the mask slightly: "I want to go home."

"I want to go home." Chen Chaosheng said.

"I feel like I'm competing with young people for jobs." Chen Chaosheng glanced at the artists who came to audition, "They are younger than the little yellow dogs in my sect, and they add up to less than a fraction of my age."

"The way they recite your quotations is really like high school students memorizing politics on Tianqiao." Siri said, "It looks really energetic. Oh, they can't recite the same thing, and they are all the same for a bright future."

"You're here. Think about how you mustered up the courage to ask strangers to drink milk tea yesterday. This achievement is hard-won."

"That's different... At that time there was only one person, and he was a good-tempered boss." Chen Chaosheng straightened the rose on his chest, "This is different, there are too many people here."

"Just sitting here is a little out of breath."

"Relax." Siri said, "You don't want others to play you, and then the messy notebook has their face."

Chen Chaosheng thought for a while: "Wouldn't it be even more strange if it was all my face?"

"It's different."

"If there were those young faces in the book, I might be able to take a look at it." Siri said, "Your identity is Long Aotian at the beginning, and you are a traitor with red eyes and crazy criticism in Jinjiang... No matter how I think about it, I can't help it." It's a very dangerous identity."

Chen Chaosheng arranged the roses.

That mechanical rose was too sharp, wearing the seat belt of Xie Chunshan's car, two black wires were caught in the petals.

"You said you wouldn't read my book." Chen Chaosheng said.

"You are you, and Chen Chaosheng is Chen Chaosheng." The artificial intelligence hummed a little tune, "I am a healthy AI, what adult books do you care about?"

"I'm over 1000 this year." Chen Chaosheng frowned, and stuffed the crumpled black thread into his pocket, "Bai Fushui told me a story."

"It's from Japan. There's a boy whose grandfather is an X-film actor." Chen Chaosheng paused.

"On the night of his high school graduation, a few high school boys sat in the classroom, drew the curtains, and watched a small movie. Halfway through, he found that the person inside seemed to be his grandfather."

A silver-white Volkswagen drove past the gate of the yard.The young people who came to audition in the yard lined up in a long line and moved forward slowly.

Siri said: "Forget it."

"I'm afraid you have a herniated lumbar disc. You're getting old, so don't do these high-risk sports."

"Chen Chaosheng! It's your turn!" Someone called his name in the house.

Chen Chaosheng took a deep breath.

The wind with smoke and dust was sucked into his lungs.

These little artists all looked at him with dozens of pairs of eyes, like thorns.

"Chen Chaosheng, let's go." Siri lowered his voice, "I'll go back later and show you the pictures of the swords I treasure, they are all good things."

Chen Chaosheng pursed his slightly pale lips: "There are a lot of people."

"A lot of people..." Chen Chaosheng walked slowly to the door.

There is no sunlight in the corridor, and there are posters of movie stars on the walls on both sides, a foreign woman with her skirt blown up, and a horn dressed like a clown sitting on a big gear.

Chen Chaosheng didn't know any of them.

He walked a line stiffly.

It seems that I can't even walk in a straight line.

"That is Chaplin, and this is Marilyn Monroe." Siri explained to him very intimately, "They are all young."

"How young is very young?" Chen Chaosheng wiped his sweat and asked him softly.

, "It means that you have died less than 500 years ago." Siri said, "Don't be too nervous for a while. When you repay Xie Chunshan's favor, you can quit the entertainment industry."

"If you have a lot of notebooks, you can say that you are impotent, constipated, and farting, which is super invincible and smelly. In this way, you can screen out a bunch of people with more normal hobbies."

This corridor is neither long nor short, and he walked to the door after speaking a few words with Siri.

Chen Chaosheng looked at the dark green door.

"Open the door quickly."

He straightened the roses on his chest again.

If it wasn't for the fact that the rose was made of metal, he would have touched its leaves.

As soon as Chen Chaosheng opened the door, he saw those middle-aged old men sitting around the table, and he couldn't breathe smoothly.

"Why did you bring a rose?" The bald old man raised his head, his small eyes sparkling.

The old man wearing glasses interrupted him: "This rose looks very nice."

The old man with glasses also smiled, "The young man has a good appearance and beautiful eyes."

The dim sun shone from behind the airtight curtains.A few white lamps were shining, and Chen Chaosheng thought that there seemed to be a sentence missing on the wall, "Be lenient when confessing, and be strict when resisting."

"It's very old-fashioned." The bald old man also smiled, with a white light on the top of his head, "Is your name Chen Chaosheng?"

"Yes." Chen Chaosheng's palms were sweating.

"It's a good name. Chaosheng Mushi, if you call him Mushi, you won't have the same feeling." The bald old man squinted his eyes, "What do you think of the role of Chen Chaosheng?"

Chen Chaosheng was questioned.

What could he think of himself?

"Talk about it," said the old man with glasses, "say it boldly."

Chen Chaosheng's palms were sweating.

For Bai Fushui, he would say that this problem is an old bachelor who is afraid of people when he sees people.Uncle Meng would say that he is a smart kid, but unfortunately he is a little brainless. Siri would call him a stupid, childish white-haired monkey walking on two legs.

"It's a person." Chen Chaosheng said, "A person with no ideals."

The old man with the mustache clapped his hands: "This is a very good idea."

"You look like Chen Chaosheng now." The bald old man praised, "You look calm, and you don't see any turmoil in your heart."

Chen Chaosheng's heart was pounding.

He was actually very scared.

He couldn't answer again.There are so many people who have studied Chen Chaosheng in such detail. They know where Chen Chaosheng slept in the inn in X/Y, 7XX, with whom he squatted in the latrine, what type of latrine it is, and how many years it has been established.

Chen Chaosheng himself did not remember.

He is not in the habit of keeping a diary.If he kept a diary, what he wrote would be a history book.

How does he know who he met and what he did in what year and where.

"Why did you bring roses?" the old man with glasses asked him, "Chen Chaosheng is a cold character who doesn't care about many things."

Chen Chaosheng said: "Because this flower is very beautiful."

"As hard as a sword, as beautiful."

"If you were Chen Chaosheng, what do you think standing here now?" The old man with the mustache drank the Nongfu spring on the table, and a string of water beads fell from his beard.

Behind Chen Chaosheng is the green gate.

He looked back at the door: "I want to go home."

"Why?" the bald old man asked him, "Don't you want to be famous? Don't you want more people to remember your name?"

"Chen Chaosheng doesn't want to." He said.

"It's not necessary, and it's useless."

"This kid is not bad." The old man with glasses said, "Chen Chaosheng is a focus of our cultural propaganda in Sizhou City. Li Chenfang, who is his contemporary, is rarely seen. Bai Fushui is also a focus of propaganda. There is also Meng Xunfeng, whose story is not as good as Chen Chaosheng. There's drama."

"One last question for you." The bald old man took a pen and scribbled something on the white paper, "What do you understand about the three words Chen Chaosheng?"

"Bitch, people are always cheap." Chen Chaosheng replied smoothly.

He came back to his senses, and then remedied: "That's not right... Hearing the truth in the morning, it's okay to die in the evening."

The author says:

The last sentence is quoted from "The Analects of Confucius".

The first quote from Chen Chaosheng: "I want to go home."

The second "I want to be quiet and do nothing."

Article [-]: "There are a lot of people."