The actor is a licking dog

The popularity of the live broadcast room fluctuated, and finally stabilized at around 500, which was a bit better than the previous results. The number of fans turned into four digits this night, but Jian Yi was not happy at all.

He was even a little apprehensive, for fear that the name "Jian Mingfei" would once again occupy the barrage in the live broadcast room.

This anxiety lasted until the end of the live broadcast, because the mobile phone was set aside, most of the pictures were concentrated on the cooking stove, and only his side face was photographed, and not many people cared about who he looked like.Even if a few barrages mentioned the matter of Jian Mingfei before, they would be immediately silenced by the housing management, and there was no major disturbance.

Jianyi holds the phone in one hand, points the rear camera at the omelet rice that has been placed on the plate, and holds a knife in the other hand to gently cut open the thin egg skin.

In an instant, the golden and smooth egg liquid flowed down along the blooming flower buds like nectar, pouring over the tempting fried rice with curry sauce.

The barrage is crazy.

[Fuck!I want to eat! 】

[Is this late night revenge on society?I am so hungry】

【Ahhhhhh I want to eat! ! !Little Jane, come and give it to me! ! 】

[Why did I play the game of eating and broadcasting at this time? 】

【What an amazing man】

[I decided to go to the kitchen to learn how to cook this meal now! ! 】

[The handicapped party must not try it lightly, don't ask, it hurts to ask]

……

Under the strong request of the barrage, Jianyi moved to the restaurant and ate half a plate of omelet rice at the table and under the camera.

He repeated the things that should be paid attention to in cooking, and when he explained the skill of shaking the pot, he relaxed a lot, and he also talked about his repeated failures in the experiment a few days ago, but unexpectedly, before the words fell, the The supreme member of the royal family called "Brother Xiaoyi's brainless fan" smashed another 10 sports cars for him.

Jian Yi almost choked.

He hurriedly said thank you, found an excuse to turn off the live broadcast, and then sent a private message to the user: Thank you for your kindness, but I can't accept the money. I will refund the money after the settlement on the platform you.

He Boyan called him directly, "Don't work so hard, I love your food no matter whether it looks good or not, successful or not."

"It's okay, it's just that I don't really want to eat eggs recently." Jian Yi said, "Don't give me any more gifts, I really don't need it, and the live broadcast platform will take half of it, which is a shame."

Tonight, He Boyan lost 10 yuan in order to support him, and he felt very uneasy just thinking about it.

"But I want to give you..."

"Money can't be spent carelessly," Jian Yi's tone was a little heavy, he thought it was He Boyan's own money, and he had the right to control it, and he had no qualifications or position to comment on it, so he added, "You, if you really want to give it to me If you spend money, it's better to give it to me face to face."

I can save it for you.

He Boyan jumped up, "Okay, I'll give it to you when I get home!"

Jian Yi was speechless, he really didn't understand the psychology of rich people.

"Then don't you want to increase the popularity of the live broadcast room?" He Boyan thought for him everywhere, and began to worry about the popularity of the live broadcast room, "I heard that giving this kind of gift that can be broadcast in the whole district can make people in other live broadcast rooms mess up. come over."

"No, I..." Jian Yi paused, changed the subject, and said, "Sister Shuyu called me today, and she said...your studio wants to sign me."

He Boyan was not in a hurry to ask for his answer, but instead asked, "Are you willing?"

Jian Yi packed the dinner plate into the kitchen, stood in front of the counter, and said honestly: "I'm a little scared, I don't want to experience cyber violence again."

It's a bit contradictory. On the one hand, he doesn't want to appear in front of the public, he doesn't want to show his face on the screen, but when he starts the live broadcast, he steps back to the edge of the circle. He may be dragged into the whirlpool of public opinion at any time and become the target of criticism again. object.

While he was afraid, he still held a trace of greed for luck.

He didn't know how to express his contradictory feelings, and he didn't hope that He Boyan would understand.

But He Boyan said to him, "I understand."

"You," Jian Yi hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Do you really understand?"

"Well, take your time, don't worry." He Boyan sighed for a long time, showing some tiredness and emotion, Jian Yi asked him what's the matter, and he said in that soft tone: "I miss you, little girl Brother Yi, what should I do? Leaving you is like a fish without water, a chicken with broken wings."

Jian Yi was amused by the last two sentences, his long-lost smiling face was reflected on the glass, and he couldn't help being stunned.

What does this mean?Did He Boyan start to walk into his heart?

He didn't dare to think about it.

Squeezing the phone tightly, looking away, Jianyi turned off the lights in the kitchen, and walked towards the stairs, "You, why do you love acting like a baby? Are you not afraid of being heard?"

He Boyan's soft smile floated out of the receiver, like a feather penetrated into his ears, and gently hooked his eardrums: "I'm not afraid, I wish the whole world knew that I like you."

The heart beat up in an instant.

A light sentence, the temperature is even hotter than being shut out of the window in summer, a little hot.

Jian Yi leaned against the wall and didn't know what to answer, so the other end of the phone kept quiet tacitly. They all knew that the silence at this time was different from the past.

It's just that the silence didn't last long, Jian Yi heard someone yelling at He Boyan with a loud voice.

"Yes, yes, yes! You are not afraid, I am afraid! Young Master He, you have left the reporter there for almost half an hour, remember? When you talked about going to the bathroom, I guessed that you were just hiding and chatting! Call you Just a discussion, I will post on Weibo right now to announce to the world that you are a fake cool guy who doesn’t talk too much, but in private, you are just a beautiful girl who can only act coquettishly and say that I like you so much, how about you? Sample?!"

Only Lu Dong can handle the chain of words like a cannonball.

He Boyu covered his phone, frowned and looked at the roaring manager: "Brother Dong, you can switch to cross talk."

Lu Dong: "...you must piss me off, right?"

He Boyan was serious: "That won't work, all my money will be handed over to brother Xiaoyi, and I have no money to pay for your funeral."

Lu Dong: "..." MD.

"Did I delay your work?" Jane's voice would be uncontrollably hoarse when she was upset, like the hoarseness of the first syllable suddenly after she hadn't spoken for a long time, it was ugly.

When he came out of the detention center and said the first sentence, he frowned in disgust.

Those who hate themselves do not deserve love and salvation.

For a long time, Jian Yi fell into this negative world-weary mood, smoking, drinking, pretending to be deaf and dumb... because of a man who has no conscience at all, he almost destroyed himself.

It wasn't until Shen Shuyu sent him abroad to see a psychiatrist that he gradually pulled away from the spiritual ruins.

It's just that people who have been severely injured are as sensitive and fragile as repaired porcelain, and they may fall apart again with just a light touch.Therefore, he never easily communicated with the outside world, let alone causing trouble to others.

——He has nothing to offer to compensate others.

He Boyan comforted him: "It's okay, you are the most important thing, have you forgotten?"

Lu Dong was about to get mad again, but he was stared at fiercely. He walked over to the phone regardless and said loudly: "Xiao Jian, I'm not targeting you, please help me persuade this guy to go back to work, please!"

Jian Yi panicked, "Hurry up, we'll talk about it when we get home."

"What did you say?" The corners of He Boyan's mouth curled up: "I didn't hear clearly."

Jian Yi said it again: "I'll talk about it when I go home."

"Okay, wait until I get home." He Boyan's eyes were crooked with a smile.

Lu Dong didn't even notice. When he hung up the phone, he confiscated his mobile phone, "Hurry up and go back to work, finish early and go to bed early."

Jian Yi climbed into bed after washing up, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time, not only because of the 20 gifts that He Boyan gave him around tonight, but more because of He Boyan's phrase "Do you want to?"

He knew that as long as he said "Yes", He Boyan would spare no effort to accept the script for him and use all his connections to help him get the best resources.

He couldn't explain why, but he was sure that He Boyan would do this for him.

This man who appeared in his life out of thin air, was strong and gentle, gave regardless of the cost, and gave without expecting anything in return. This heavy affection made him puzzled, but also made him inexplicably at ease.

Do you want to go back here?Going back to the circle of sensuality, with his current disposition, can he persist in being that pure stream amidst the pomp and power?What if he becomes weak again and is suppressed into a lump of mud by public opinion?

Jian Yi turned over and looked at the night outside the window, thinking for a moment: I've already rotted once, and the result of doing it again will not be worse than before.But what will He Boyan do if he is dragged into the water?

He began to worry about this man whom he had only known for more than half a month.

I thought a lot, and my memory kept flashing back. The cold night fell into my eyes, unable to see through the thoughts in the dark pupils.

Unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning, Jian Yi simply got up and went to the audio-visual room on the second floor. This place is like a small movie theater, with wide and comfortable seats, a huge and clear projector, and explosive speaker equipment installed in the four corners of the room.

It can be seen that He Boyan is a movie buff, and the entire wall is covered with discs, which are categorized and clearly displayed.Some films are divided into multiple versions such as the release version and the director's commentary track, which are also clearly marked.

Jian Yi stood in front of the shelf and browsed, brushing the back of each disc with her fingertips, and found that most of his favorite films were in He Boyan's collection.

This shows that their film appreciation aesthetics are generally consistent.

The footsteps stopped suddenly, and the name of the movie under his fingertips was all too familiar to him--The Boy and the Dog.

The several discs next to this movie are also works that Jian Yi participated in, and these are stored in a separate grid. The grid is not marked with labels such as "literary film" and "war film", but a line Small handwritten characters: May you become the light itself because of the light.

The handwriting of that line is too familiar, because... it was written by him.

Jian Yi was stunned for a moment, and the scene of meeting He Boyan for the first time suddenly came up very clearly.

They did meet, on an autumn night five years ago.