Lay Flowers To Plato

Liang Xi held Qiuqiu with his uninjured hand, and his assistant held Alice, walking around in the small park next to the community.

In summer, even in the evening, it is very hot. There are almost no people in the park. Occasionally there are one or two staff who care for the lawn and garden. Because they are older, they do not know Liang Xi.

Liang Xi was very sad, not because of his popularity, but because this was the first day that Bo Tu left. He already felt that his life was gloomy, and he couldn't think about the next 20 days, it was just too miserable.

The assistant was also very hard-working. When he left the hospital with Liang Xi yesterday after the drip, Liang Xi urged him to report early. He thought he had an important temporary itinerary, but he came to walk the dog instead of walking the dog in the morning. He has to walk at night, thinking that he is a dignified seven-foot man, and his life is not as good as a dog, it is too miserable.

The two of them walked the dog quietly, neither of them said a word, and their faces were full of burnout.

Qiuqiu has always been stupid, and can't feel anything, and is very happy with his tongue out; Alice seems to feel that the assistant who is holding it is very distracted, and looks up at him from time to time, with an unpleasant expression.

The two dogs were playing in the small square in the park. Liang Xi and his assistant sat on the adjacent stone benches and looked after themselves.

After a while, Qiuqiu pouted and pulled Baba.

Assistant Commander Liang Xi: "Little Zhao, go and clean up, I'm inconvenient."

The assistant lived in his twenties, never had a dog, and never thought that he would have to do this one day. The hardship value rose to the peak in an instant. He was squatting in front of the bubble cake with a shovel and a bag. I don't know. How to start, almost cried.

Liang Xi took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Bo Tu, reporting that Qiuqiu had pulled over today's Baba, indicating that his gastrointestinal health reassured him.

The text message was successfully sent. He stared at the text message interface for a long time. Today, he has sent 34 text messages to Bo Tu, but Bo Tu has not responded. The time when the plane landed in the morning passed, and it took a few calls to get through. , But Bo Tu hung up without waiting for him to finish his sentence. Liang Xi felt a little lost in the comparison, but the more Bo Tu treated him like this, the more he felt itchy and unbearable.

He opened the entertainment news page again and typed in the search for "Betu". The top few items were still updated at noon, and the fans of Berto arrived in Hong Kong to pick them up. He was not satisfied, so he went to Weibo to search the implementation Weibo of the keyword "Betu" again. This time, something new came up, and another Botu fan who went to pick up the airport sent photos of the airport.

Bo Tu wore a light-colored casual suit today, a light blue shirt under a thin beige jacket, champagne-colored cropped trousers, and a pair of British style white leather shoes on his feet. At least three or four years younger, young and handsome, with a just right smile on his face, very good-looking.

Liang Xi replaced the lock screen and screen saver with today's airport photos. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

He turned around for a while, his fingers paused, and saw a photo with a different angle. Seeing that the background was just coming out of the gate, Bai Tu was talking to the person beside him with his head slightly turned. It was a little blurry, but Liang Xi still recognized at a glance that the person beside Bo Tu was his manager.

As a result, the beautiful curvature of the corners of Botu's lips suddenly changed his taste.

Liang Xi was stuck in his throat, and pantothenic acid water couldn't stop going up in his heart.

The assistant finally dealt with the **** of Baba, and came back with a sad face and just sat down when he saw Liang Xi poking the phone screen very hard and quickly to enter text, and gnashing his teeth in his mouth: "cheap you bastard, I shovel at home. shit…"

The assistant's eyes were blank for a few seconds, and he couldn't help but whisper, "It's obviously me who shovels shit."

Liang Xi deleted all the text messages he entered, turned off the phone screen with a sullen face, glanced back at his assistant, and said, "I'll give you a raise this month."

The assistant was instantly comforted, and he had to pretend to be loyal to the boss: "Brother Liang, it's not just shoveling shit, don't be so polite."

As soon as he finished speaking, Alice ran to his feet, and pouted a sip of fresh, steaming shit, and looked up at him while he was shitting, her eyes seemed to say, "I'm doing this on purpose, bitch. smash".

At this moment, he felt that a salary increase could not comfort his wounded heart.

On the afternoon of his arrival in Hong Kong, Berto met with the creative team of "Secret Battle" first.

"Secret Battle" has a typical style of Hong Kong production. The two male protagonists have equal roles. Besides Bo Tu, the other male protagonist is a local Hong Kong actor Xu Jiahui, who is a few years older than Bo Tu. , last year won one of the highest awards for Chinese-language films, the Jinhua Award for Best Actor, while Bo Tu was the best actor winner at the Jinhua Awards five years ago.

The two film stars of the Jinhua Award jointly created a two-hero drama, and the two heroines who did not have a lot of scenes were also played by two actresses who have been very popular and have been recognized by film critics in recent years. Director Lin Lin is also one of Hong Kong's Mesozoic directors. Excellent representative, the biggest gimmick of this unreleased film is that it has almost gathered the best teams in the Chinese film industry today.

This is also one of the important reasons why Zhou Niansen and the media believe that Bo Tu can once again ascend to the throne of the best actor with this work.

Bai Tu, his partner Xu Jiahui, director Lin Lin and two actresses have met on other occasions before. They are neither unfamiliar nor newcomers. The atmosphere of the meeting was harmonious and professional. Bo Tu was so drunk that he fell asleep without even taking a shower when he returned to his room.

The launch conference the next morning was also very smooth, but the media in Hong Kong was very enthusiastic, and it ended half an hour later than expected, and the reporters began to leave one after another as it approached noon.

God is not beautiful, but at this time it started to rain heavily.

The reporters who did not have time to leave had to temporarily stay at the press conference site. The film investor simply ordered a buffet lunch from the hotel to entertain the media.

Since it is to please the media, the main actors will naturally make appropriate appearances.

Fan Xiaoyu poured a glass of champagne for Bo Tu, and he held it in his hand as a gesture.

Fortunately, everything that can be said at the morning press conference has been said that the entertainment reporters are also human, they will be tired and hungry, they will not bother him.

On the contrary, the manager who had been quiet all day yesterday, started working again today.

After staying in the banquet hall for a while, Fan Xiaoyu ran over and told Bo Tu that he could leave, and Zhou Niansen was waiting for him in the room.

The filmmakers have contracted the first floor of the hotel, the crew members all live together, and the leading actors have their own separate rooms. Zhou Niansen will not accompany the whole filming. He only stays in Hong Kong for two or three days and will go back to live on another floor with the assistant team that Bo Tu brought to Hong Kong this time.

But when he said "waiting in the room", he was in Petto's room.

For an artist, an agent is like a nanny and a housekeeper, with both the duty of care and the right to manage.

Zhou Niansen had to know the password of the house where Bo Tu lived alone; Zhou Niansen also had a key card for the hotel room.

As soon as he left the banquet hall, Bo Tu said to Fan Xiaoyu, "Give me your phone."

Fan Xiaoyu had a strangely embarrassed look on her face. Since just now, she has always been like she wanted to say something, but didn't dare to say it.

Bo Tu understood what was going on as soon as he thought about it, and asked unhappily, "Where is Zhou Niansen?"

Fan Xiaoyu hurriedly explained: "I didn't want to give it to him. A lot of text messages came in in the morning, and they kept vibrating in my bag. I took them out and wanted to mute them. Who knew he would take them away as soon as he reached out his hand."

"It was stolen." Bo Tu corrected her statement with a cold face, and asked again, "Did he read those text messages?"

Fan Xiaoyu pointed to the sky and swore: "No, I didn't tell him the password to lock the screen!" She knows the password. Occasionally, some work calls will come in when Bo Tu is inconvenient to answer. The role of an assistant is so trivial and necessary. Essential.

Bo Tu's expression improved a little, Fan Xiaoyu said timidly: "But after he took it, there was still information coming in, and the content can be seen in the status bar..."

Bo Tu frowned, really a little moved.

Before yesterday, apart from 10086 and advertisements, there were few short messages from his private number in his cell phone inbox, but yesterday after the plane landed, when the phone was turned on, the buzzing text messages shook the cell phone like a motor, and it was all over the place. It was from Liang Xi. Before he had time to read it, Liang Xi's call came after him again. As soon as Bo Tu picked it up, he was aggrieved and asked why the phone was turned on. He clearly checked the flight information and it should have arrived. When he didn't have Bo Tu by his side, he couldn't love for a long time. Bo Tu hung up when he heard that he was being urged to leave the gate.

The fans who came to pick up the plane took a rare high-definition smile photo of the cold male god.

Immediately after that, he met and had dinner with the rest of the crew. The first day of arriving in Hong Kong was completely busy without interruption.

It was not until he woke up this morning, and it was still a while before the launch conference, that he finally had time to read the dozens of text messages sent by Liang Xi yesterday from beginning to end.

Liang Xi told Bo Tu almost everything he did during the day, what time did he get up, what happened to walking the dog, his fingers were a little itchy, maybe they were getting better soon, he ate two bowls of lunch without breakfast, The tomato brisket made by my aunt is very delicious. I dreamed of Botu during my nap, but I couldn’t tell the content. I woke up and played two rounds of indoor golf. It's very good looking and I want to lick the screen, but the ball has pulled past today's Baba...

Bai Tu noticed that the time interval between the last one and the next one was very long. It was almost two hours before Liang Xi sent a selfie. The background was a no-smoking sign on the hospital wall. Liang Xi faked an exaggerated cry at the camera. He also used Meitu to put two strings of tears on his face, and then sent a voice message: "Bertu, I have endured the pain of getting acupuncture so much, I feel like I'm good, no one listens to you more than me, you want to Like me a little more."

Bo Tu felt that he could not laugh or cry. He didn't hear Liang Xi's pain when he broke his finger.

He was in a surprisingly good mood. He wanted to reply to something. After writing a few sentences, he felt bad and deleted them. He really wanted to convey to Liang Xi how he felt at the moment, but he was obviously not used to text communication. The reply was so blunt that I couldn't satisfy myself, let alone what Liang Xi would think when he saw it.

After writing, writing, deleting, and deleting, it was time for the start of the press conference. In the end, there was still no reply. He thought, he should call Liang Xi directly after the press conference is over.

Although Liang Xi's text messages were just as chatty as his calls, Bo Tu didn't want to show them to others at all. It was his secret, and to him, it was even strangely precious.

Especially this **** is Zhou Niansen. If Fan Xiaoyu watched it, he would never be so unhappy as he is now.