I Really Didn’t Want to Be Famous

"Old Li, I can't wait any longer! Is this actor coming yet?"

"The ghost knows... Maybe we were let go..."

"Fuck! Seeing that the sky is really letting pigeons go... It's uncomfortable. I would have returned to the house to blow on the air conditioner." Fatty Wei muttered, and looked up at the sky, his face full of regret.

"Hey, wait a minute, by the way, Ayuan, is there any smoke?"

"Yes there, come to root?"

"I'll just ask...I actually don't smoke a lot." Li Qing suddenly became serious.

"Hypocrisy! Come on..." Lu Yuan gave him a white look.

"Since you invited me so graciously, I am embarrassed not to answer it. Forget it, let's get it." Although Li Qing said no, the gesture to smoke had already been set. amount

"Bah! Just smoke if you want, Lao Li, you hypocrite is disgusting. By the way, Ayuan, give me roots too." Fatty Wei looked at the smell on Li Qing's face and couldn't help but vomit. A bite.

"Yeah, here."

"Well, Ayuan, why don't you smoke?"

As the sun sets, the sky is full of sunset clouds.

"I suddenly feel that beautiful scenery is more comfortable than smoking. Maybe I have to get back to the right."

Lu Yuan still looked at the distance quietly, his eyes more blurred and deeper than before.

He also became more serious.

This kind of voice, this expression, this posture made Li Qing and Fatty Wei stunned in an instant.

This stuff...

Got a brain problem?

Even, they felt that the person in front of them was not Lu Yuan...

It's just a pretense.

or……

Is it really correct?

"I said, don't smoke in front of me! When my words are windy?"

At the moment when the two wanted to despise Lu Yuan, the already hot air suddenly gave off a heart-pounding chill.

Wang Yanxue walked out of the house, with a cold expression on his face, he grabbed the cigarette that the two had just lit and threw it on the ground to stamp it out, and his voice was like ten thousand years of ice.

Li Qing and Fatty Wei shivered subconsciously.

Then they looked at the smoke on the ground and glanced at the distance, Lu Yuan, who looked like a young literary and artistic young man...

They suddenly understood.

It's not that Lu Yuan is congruent.

But knowing that this is destined to be a struggle without results.

Knowing that "Forbidden Ambassador" Wang Jinxue will come out to play "warm" reminders, even if they click, it is a waste.

So he just stopped smoking.

The two wanted to beat Lu Yuan very much at this moment.

If you can't smoke, you can't smoke. What else do you say to correct evil?

I believe you a ghost!

The restless waiting finally requires an ending.

Just at six o'clock in the evening, when the sun went down and Fatty Wei was about to give up, the roar of cars came from the distant highway.

Ok?

come yet?

Several people eagerly looked forward to it, but then saw a tall and mighty "Wrangler" approaching here.

Then the expectation turned into disappointment.

"This can't be Lu Yihong's car. Lu Yihong should drive a Lamborghini. After all, he is a small meat type actor."

"Yes, I remember he had a Lamborghini 711. It was green, and it was horrible."

"It seems that he will not come today."

"Correct."

But the Wrangler stopped at the door of the company.

A very attractive middle-aged uncle with a beard and scumbag walked slowly out of the car, and a gust of wind blew his windbreaker.

With a flick of his hair, the strands of white hair on his forehead floated slightly.

With the windbreaker scattered, it looks a little bit banging and charming, it's just pretending to be the extreme, it can be called a mobile hormone!

It really is Lu Yihong!

Li Qing and Fatty Wei were stunned again!

Lu Yihong, who originally thought that he had always been in the style of small fresh meat, turned out to be like this uncle, and even his style has completely changed.

What has he experienced this year?

"Are you Lu Yuan?"

"Ok."

"Are you Lu Yihong?"

"Correct."

"Good meeting."

"Good meeting! Good meeting! Nice to meet you!"

After getting off the car, Lu Yihong gave Lu Yuan a hug very enthusiastically. This hug was very powerful and excited, even full of "foundational love".

Lu Yuan hadn't seen this battle for a while, and was suddenly caught off guard!

In his impression, Lu Yihong should be as cold as Wang Jinxue, and at the same time dragged as condescending as 250.

It is not an exaggeration to even look at people with your chin.

But reality...

Some are hard to say.

Could he be gay?

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan suddenly realized how Fatty Wei felt back then.

He subconsciously aroused his spirit, seeing Lu Yihong's ambiguous eyes, a little bit of trouble suddenly appeared in his heart.

Maybe the comer is not good!

………………………………

Lu Yihong had already read the script, so when he sat down, he saved the time to read the script.

Next is the script.

It was the first time Fatty Wei had talked with Lu Yihong so close, so he was a little nervous in his heart.

I dared not talk to him for a while.

Li Qing is a behind-the-scenes worker. He has no experience in talking with actors of this level, so he just sits and pours tea.

Wang Jinxue sat beside Lu Yuan without saying a word, as quiet and elegant as Lu Yuan's girlfriend.

Wang Jinxue knows Lu Yihong, but has no interest in talking to Lu Yihong.

This is the current status of the three.

Lu Yihong didn't know Wang Jinxue, he only knew that he was an investor in this movie.

But the 800,000 investor is really not a big investor, no matter how beautiful he is, he is not interested.

On the contrary, he was very interested in the slightly red and weird face in front of him. Although his gaze was calm but with a hint of dodging, he was quite interested.

So, he stared at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan also looked at him, and the more he looked, the more he felt the furry in his heart.

The more I look, the more I feel...

The base is full of flavor.

"Take root?"

"No, thank you, I don't smoke."

"I don't smoke."

"Well, yes, I don't smoke, I have never smoked."

"What if the movie wants you to smoke?"

"Then I will try."

"Oh, very good."

It is not good to stare at the eyes like this, but it is embarrassing.

Lu Yuan started talking.

Lu Yuan's way of talking is always straightforward, starting with a cigarette.

Lu Yihong does not smoke, and Lu Yuan did not force it.

Anyway, it's just a form of conversation.

"Tell me about your understanding of the script." Since Lu Yihong doesn't smoke, Lu Yuan naturally doesn't smoke. He just asked Li Qing to pour Lu Yihong a cup of tea.

The fragrant tea smell wafted around, giving a sense of clarity.

The taste is very good.

At least there is no musty smell.

A good start isn't it?

"I heard your song this morning."

Lu Yihong suddenly smiled deeply.

He did not talk about the script, nor did he talk about the understanding of the script, nor did he talk to Lu Yuan.

But suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Oh?" Lu Yuan was taken aback.

"Is there a full version of this song?"

"Have."

"So am I lucky enough to listen to the first full version today?"

"Do you want to hear?"

"Well, I really want to."

"Tell me about your reasons." Lu Yuan looked at Lu Yihong, inexplicably curious.

"Ten years ago, I used to be a singer. I lived under the overpass on the third ring of Yenching. I imagined that I could become famous and stand in front of the TV holding a guitar..."

"You are now famous, and very powerful."

"Yes, but I didn't take the path of a singer but the path of an actor, because I don't have a good voice and no creative talent."

"There should be many similar inspirational songs."

"Yes, but there has never been a song that made me drive the wrong car."

"The reason you are late is because you drove the wrong car?"

"Yeah, I cut the singing part of that video and put it in the car to listen to it. It felt very good. After listening, I drove the wrong car."

"You should have an agent? Why do you drive by yourself?"

"I have, but she is too noisy and I don't want to take her out."

"amount……"

"I am a sentimental person. I think there are stories in your singing, stories in your voice, and stories in scripts. I always think that talented people are people with stories. Therefore, I think we They are all sentimental people, we are one kind of people."

Lu Yihong's eyes were deep and blurred, his scumbags were messy but full of charm, his voice was ambiguous, and he was yearning.

"..." Lu Yihong's sudden high hat made Lu Yuan at a loss, and even a little ashamed, he wanted to find a hole in the ground.

What about the talk script?

How did it become a chatting feeling?

This way of opening is wrong.

Moreover, this compliment made Lu Yuan not only feel comfortable pretending to be secretly forced, but his heart became more and more hairy.

In fact, he has no talents, no feelings, and even a vulgar, cheap guy who just wants to make a little money.

People are ashamed.

At this moment, Lu Yuan was full of shame.

Of course, there are some goose bumps.

"I want to be the first listener of this song. I have a hunch that I will love this song very much."

"I have a guitar in my car." Wang Zhenxue stood up, took a guitar from the car and handed it to Lu Yuan as before.

Lu Yuan took the guitar and looked at Lu Yihong who looked expectant.

Lu Yuan closed his eyes.

As for Li Qing and Fatty Wei, they opened their mouths.

The development of things went beyond their expectations.

The actor does not seem to be like the actor.

and many more!

The actor became A Yuan's fan?

Isn't this a dream?

"It's okay to listen to the full version of this song, but I want to make one thing clear."

"what?"

"My dear Lu Yuan, male gender, female lover!"

"??"

"I don't engage in basics." Lu Yuan took the guitar, earnestly, very religiously, and sacred these four words.

"I...I don't engage in base!" At first, Lu Yihong didn't understand how to listen to a song is related to engaging in base, but then when he saw Lu Yuan's expression, his face changed drastically, even becoming pig liver. , He took a deep breath, and finally suffocated the sentence.