Officially unannounced [entertainment circle]

"It seems a little fatter than the last time I saw it."

Wen Cheng grabbed the thorns of the potted prickly pear on the windowsill and said with a smile.

Standing behind him, Dr. Zhang also smiled: "You also look much better than when we met last time."

"Yeah," Wen Cheng finally let go of the pitiful pot of prickly pears, and turned his head to Dr. Zhang, who is also Li Bao's wife, a psychological counselor, "I had a good night's sleep yesterday."

This sentence is just an ordinary greeting in other people's mouths, but when Wen Cheng said it, the ending sound rose, and there was a little reserved pride.

The speaker is proud, and the listener really takes this sentence to heart.Dr. Zhang, who was familiar with Wen Cheng's sleeping condition, couldn't help sighing, "That's great."

"I also think," Wen Cheng was not modest, he opened the water in the thermos and poured it into the white porcelain cup that Dr. Zhang had prepared for him, "Maybe it's because I met an interesting person yesterday and Song."

Doctor Zhang didn't say much, and listened attentively.

"In the past six years, I have always thought that it would be best if no one in the world could remember me. When I was most annoyed, I even thought that there would be no one like me in this world. In the first few years, as long as I saw or heard that someone was my fan How and why he likes me, so he trembles in cold sweat and fear." Wen Cheng looked at the few goji berries floating in the white porcelain water glass, "To put it in a way that might seem too hypocritical, I'm really afraid that someone will like me so much I can't wait to die."

Dr. Zhang already knew these previous facts, and she had actually heard Wen Cheng say the same thing more than once before.But she knew that this was a hurdle that Wen Cheng couldn't get over in her heart. Instead of telling others, she might as well tell herself.He subconsciously didn't want to mention that incident, but he kept the pain that it brought him in his heart all the time and couldn't get rid of it.

The previous few consultations, even the warm and sincere actions and cooperation, were stranded because of his subconscious inability to face it. Dr. Zhang is looking forward to his breakthrough this time.

"But maybe it's because of the person I met yesterday. After six years, I heard someone listening to this song again—not a mass product from the roadside stereo, but another person singing my song. song." Wen Cheng laughed out loud when he talked about it, "I didn't even think that I would still have fans. Even though that kid didn't tune in as soon as he opened his mouth."

Doctor Zhang was also amused by him.

"But even so, he can sing better than me," Wen Cheng paused for a moment when he said this, as if he was recalling, "I still remember being scolded bloody by Lin Ermao when I was in the recording studio, Said that I threw all my emotions into acting, and the emotions in singing songs were not as abundant as his elder nephew who was in elementary school... I didn't know anything about emotions at the time, and it was very important for me to sing without losing tune It’s already a challenge. But it may be because of the precipitation of the past few years. When I heard this song again yesterday, I didn’t know what a singing voice with emotion is like.”

"Probably because it sounds good even if it's out of tune." After finishing speaking, Wen Cheng himself felt a little embarrassed, "I feel like what I said is like being in love with a partner who has no principles and is fine, you're the best kind man."

Now that he said so, Dr. Zhang naturally smiled and agreed: "Wen Cheng, if you fall in love, you must be a very good partner."

Dig a hole by yourself and jump in and fill yourself with soil.Wen Cheng choked for two seconds, and then said rather sadly: "...Why should I discuss love with you, a married person?"

Especially when he thinks that after falling in love, there will be someone by his side saying he loves him for 24 hours, he will definitely go crazy.

Wen Cheng doesn't need to think too much with Dr. Zhang, just say what comes to mind, even if the topic is so far away, when he speaks again, he will use a causal connective to seamlessly connect to the original topic.

"So yesterday I suddenly felt that someone remembered it well-whether it's my songs or my movies. It's like when I first chose to be an actor, it must not be written because of that kind of chicken soup. Everything is for dreams. I just like acting, this kind of self-brainwashing saying, if you really only like acting, you can do a few gestures in front of the mirror at home, which saves money and is effortless.”

"But so many actors want to show their faces in movies and TV shows. No matter how extravagant they say, their inner thoughts are very vulgar. They are for money and popularity. The former can fill their stomachs and have enough food and clothing, while the latter Being able to have an audience and be remembered by others satisfies vanity and earns more money." After Wen Cheng said these "rebellious" words, he leaned forward slightly and whispered to Dr. Zhang who followed his movements, "Sister-in-law , I will only tell you this."

"So," Dr. Zhang also asked him in a low voice, "Then Mr. Wen Cheng, why do you want to be an actor?"

Wen Cheng was serious and decisive: "Of course it is for love."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them laughed out loud at the same time.

"I haven't seen you in such a good mood for a long time." Dr. Zhang rubbed the corner of his mouth that laughed too much. "If you take a picture of your current appearance and send it to Li Bao, he will probably cry."

"No," Wen Cheng stretched out his index finger and shook it, "he will only take me to cut my hair."

The corners of Dr. Zhang's mouth, which had been smoothed out with great difficulty, turned up again, but this smile gradually became a little more complicated in the warm and joking attitude.

She looked at Wen Cheng's pitifully thin face due to malnutrition in the past few years, and now there was a smile on this face, which actually made those who knew him feel more distressed.

"So you want to come back now?" Dr. Zhang's professionalism made her get out of the emotion just now, and Wen Cheng didn't even notice what was wrong, she jokingly said, "For the show you love? "

"Forget it." Wen Cheng blurted out his rejection without thinking, "It's enough for me to have such a person who can still remember me, no more, no less."

He was still afraid, afraid that the previous nightmare would repeat itself.

Six years ago, when I returned to the hotel after finishing work, I saw that figure when I was about to take a break—that strange man who had been hiding in a corner for an unknown amount of time, with a crazy face.He clings to the knife, crying out that his fans will love him forever, and wanting to die for him as long as he smiles, which makes people shudder, put the knife on his neck and beg him of a smile.

Wen Cheng from six years ago smiled stiffly... So this man fell from the 22nd floor.

This fan who told him the so-called love, in front of him, personally performed the death for him.

Even though many people comforted him and advised him in the later stage, when he closed his eyes, it was always the same scene, that person jumped and hit the ground hard.

Later, the memory seemed to have been tampered with, and this scene slowly deformed in the dark, allowing him to see the brighter and brighter smile of 'himself', and the crazy and satisfied smile on that person's face...

"Gentleness!"

The warm water glass was stuffed into the palm of his hand, and Wen Cheng, who didn't know that his face was already pale, lowered his head subconsciously: the floating goji berries in the water glass swelled and became fat when exposed to water, and the original bright red color had faded to orange.

He unconsciously raised his water glass and took a sip.

It's actually tasteless... and a little hot.

"Don't think about it." Dr. Zhang was even more nervous than him. Although she asked that sentence with a tentative attitude, she never expected that Wen Cheng, who had always been very good before, would suddenly become like this. She just slowed down her tone. He comforted him over and over again, "It's okay, it's okay."

She remembered the video she got from Li Bao yesterday, and handed the phone to Wen Cheng with an attitude of giving it a try: "The boy who sang the long road yesterday had a drama performance at school, you..."

And Wen Cheng didn't seem to hear what she said, but just unconsciously rubbed the body of the cup with his hand, and took a sip from time to time, not afraid of the heat.

Dr. Zhang could only make his own decision—stretched out his index finger to press the play button, and quietly increased the volume.

"The worst enemy of truth and liberty is the damned! Majority under the guise of free thought! No one else!"

As soon as the clear male voice spoke, it caught Wen Cheng's ear directly as if hearing this voice for the first time.

He slowly moved his gaze to the small mobile phone screen.

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