Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

In mid-January, the crew of "Blame You Too Cute" finally completed the summer location and all interior shots. The class left Hainan Island and prepared to go to Hengdian to shoot autumn and winter locations.

The Chinese New Year is early this year. January 20th is the Spring Festival. Because the crew has a lot of equipment, it takes a lot of time to transport from the south to the north. After discussing with the production director and the director, they decided to give all the actors a three-day holiday-which happens to cover the new year. Thirty to the second day of the first month.

If you count on running errands as a younger brother in the crew when you were in college, Jiang Zicheng has been in the industry for nearly four years. During the previous Spring Festivals, he had not been able to celebrate the New Year at home, so he could only say a few words with his parents using video software over the airwaves.

Jiang Zicheng doesn't think he is an emotionally fragile baby, but when he encounters the day when he "thinks about relatives every holiday season", the moment he hangs up the video call, he still feels a little sad.

After the news of the energy-saving return home this spring was notified, Jiang Zicheng immediately packed up his luggage without delay, and decided to take the earliest flight home on New Year’s Eve.

Air tickets for the Spring Festival were in short supply. Jiang Zicheng generously bought first class. Before leaving, he asked the twin assistants: "Aren't you going back to Beijing for the New Year? Let's go together. I will reimburse the tickets."

The twin brothers were scared and shook their heads: "No, no, no, you have to be grabbed by the proprietress and go to the hot pot restaurant to serve dishes! These days the hot pot restaurant is open 24 hours a day, and the proprietress is bald for the money, and the waiters are not enough! We are staying in Hengdian. That's great!"

Tianxin hot pot restaurant continues the "family workshop" model of Tianxin Film and Television Company, and their entire family members help out in the hot pot restaurant. The brothers hesitated for three seconds between "Reunion of Relatives and Friends" and "Serving the Plate", and decided to stay on the crew and resolutely not to go back to work hard.

They sent Jiang Zicheng to the airport, and diligently asked him: "Brother Jiang, this time we are not following you, you must be careful alone."

Jiang Zicheng couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm such a big person anyway. I didn't have an assistant agent to follow me on a plane before, and nothing happened."

He said lightly, but he didn't want to think about it-he was a little transparent in the entertainment circle, and now he is a little pink in the entertainment circle, the treatment has long been different!

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There was not much crowd at the airport in the morning.

Jiang Zicheng wandered to the security check alone. He wandered to the airport McDonald's to buy a set meal when he was hungry. During this time, he had been playing with his mobile phone, but he didn't notice many people watching him secretly. He looks handsome, even when standing in the crowd, he is the kind that stands out from the crowd, especially attracting the attention of people around him.

He stood alone in the McDonald’s breakfast line, neither hiding nor hiding, neither wearing big sunglasses nor a mask, with a clean face. In the morning sun, his skin was white and reflective.

After buying breakfast, he looked around and found an empty seat to sit down. After a while, a middle-aged man came to talk to him.

"I'm sorry," the middle-aged man asked, "Are you Jiang Chengzi? My wife is a fan of yours. Can you sign her?"

The Jiangzicheng Burger is halfway through, and the corner of his mouth is still dipped in white custard sauce.

"Who is Jiang Chengzi? Is it a star? Is it famous?" He blinked innocently, "I am not Jiang Chengzi. Does the person you mentioned look like me?"

The man hesitated, he clicked on his wife's WeChat portrait, zoomed in, and raised the phone to compare Jiang Zicheng's appearance. Jiang Zicheng has to do styling every time he takes a photo. Hairstyle, eyebrows, and foundation are indispensable, and the magazine pictures need to be refined after the photo is taken. This middle-aged man was not familiar with his wife's idols. After comparing and contrasting, the more he looked at him, the more he felt that there was a subtle difference between the appearance of Jiangzicheng in front of him and the "Jiangchengzi" on his phone.

The man hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, sorry, my wife has recently become obsessed with an actor, and the WeChat profile picture has been changed from our wedding photo to that actor. I have to watch that actor's TV series every day and watch it over and over again. I thought Zhan Dayun ran into her idol by chance."

Jiang Zicheng asked him: "Your wife treats that Jiang Chengzi as an idol, are you particularly jealous?"

"Don't be jealous, don't be jealous." The man said naively, "My wife used to be willing to let me wear Uniqlo. Now it's fine. Whatever Jiang Chengzi wears, my wife will buy me the same style. Look at my dress today. They were all passed through by Jiang Chengzi."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

The man suddenly said in surprise: "Oh my little brother, I just found out that our T-shirts are exactly the same!"

Jiang Zicheng laughed and shook his hands, and the lettuce and pickles in the hamburger spilled onto a tray.

He took the initiative to say: "Yes, big brother, we are destined when we meet. I think we might as well take a photo together."

This proposal was in his arms. The middle-aged man happily raised his cell phone and took a selfie with Jiang Zicheng. Even if the front camera with its own "disfigurement filter" is used, even if a man's photography technique is a model of straight male photography, in the final photo, Jiang Zicheng's beauty is still not lost at all.

After the photo is taken, a broadcast reminder to board the plane. Jiang Zicheng waved his hand quickly and said goodbye to the middle-aged man. Then he took the unfinished hamburger soy milk and hurried to the boarding gate.

When his figure disappeared, the middle-aged man immediately uploaded the group photo of the two to WeChat Moments, accompanied by an emotional text—

"Hehe, I was on a business trip to Hainan and I met a funny little brother at the airport! He ran into my clothes and my wife’s idol in the face... Hehe..."

…Three minutes later, the middle-aged brother’s WeChat almost exploded.

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The five-hour short-haul flight soon ended. Jiangzicheng traveled through most of China, from Hainan, where the seasons are like summer, into the snowy Beijing.

He returned home like an arrow. After getting off the plane, he first went to the luggage carousel to pick up his luggage. Reluctant to waste a second, he immediately walked outside the airport. I didn't think he had just walked a few steps before being stopped by the airport staff who hurriedly overtaken him.

"Mr. Jiang...Mr. Jiang, wait a moment!" The airport staff stood in front of him breathlessly, "Did you come to Beijing alone."

Jiang Zicheng was inexplicable: "Yes, I'm the only one."

"Is no one coming to pick you up?"

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Then you may not be able to go out now." The staff said embarrassedly, "The arrival hall is already full of your fans. You will definitely cause confusion if you go out now."

"??" Jiang Zicheng was stunned, "my fan??"

His return to Beijing this time was a purely private trip, and he only reported to Hu Ge, without notifying the support team to pick up the plane. From what channels did the fans waiting outside know his whereabouts?

It's also a coincidence that the staff member who ran to stop him is also his passerby fan. He usually goes around the entertainment circle and knows the inside story very well.

The staff member said: "Just when you first got on the plane, a screenshot of your circle of friends broke out on Weibo. Someone broke the news that you met you at Haikou Airport. According to your take-off time, they guessed that you were Back to Beijing."

The five-hour voyage is enough to gather hundreds of fans to "encounter" him at the airport.

Jiang Zicheng was worried and helpless. Who are the fans he raises? They are all Sherlock Holmes, right?

If there are only a dozen or dozens of fans outside, he can make a breakthrough alone. There are hundreds of fans blocking the door now. He didn't even bring an assistant with him. It is too unsafe to go out alone, and it is easy to cause accidents.

He was worrying, and his cell phone buzzed.

On the screen of the mobile phone, the five words "Brother Hu, broker" gleamed brightly with the savior's brilliance. Jiang Zicheng hurriedly switched on the phone, and Brother Hu's voice crackled.

"Zicheng, you landed? The phone is finally connected! Don't go out now, just wait in the baggage hall. I am rushing to the airport. The road is too congested. There are fifteen...no, it will be there in 20 minutes! "

Jiang Zicheng couldn't wait to shrink himself into a small group: "No way, Brother Hu, now many flights have landed, and there are more and more people in the luggage hall."

"Hold on, the driver and I will be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zicheng frowned. As he said, now is the time when there are most flights in the morning, more and more flights land, and the luggage hall is full of people. Many passers-by noticed Jiang Zicheng and secretly took out his mobile phone to take pictures of him, and some dared to ask him for autographs, saying that they liked his performance in "Welcome to My Home".

At this moment, when the 10,000-year-old and 18-line small and transparent Jiangzicheng finally had a little real feeling of "I am red"-but can you not show up when he is in a hurry to go home? QAQ!

At this moment, the intercom of the airport staff rang. Just listen to the airport staff say: "OK, OK, OK, yes. I will take Mr. Jiang over now."

Jiang Zicheng asked: "What's wrong?"

The staff respectfully told him: "Mr. Jiang, the VIP passage at the airport is ready. Please follow me. Your car is waiting for you outside."

Jiang Zicheng finally relaxed. He looked at his watch and found that Brother Hu arrived ten minutes earlier than planned.

The airport has a dedicated VIP channel, dedicated to serving dignitaries, celebrities, and business executives. VIP channels need to be reserved in advance and are expensive. The last time Jiang Zicheng took the VIP passage was the time he returned from Venice by Xie Beiwang's private jet. As Xie Beiwang, he naturally wouldn't squeeze out with ordinary people.

There are several VIP channels, and Jiangzicheng's journey this time is different from last time. The passage is spacious and bright, and several commercial advertisements are hung on both sides. Because the VIP passage is a straight-line shortcut, it quickly reached the exit.

Stepping out of the warm room, the outdoor Xiao Xiao cold wind immediately gave him a big hug.

"Sneezes—" Jiang Zicheng sneezed, and hurriedly wrapped the down jacket on the outside of the T-shirt tightly. He shrank his head, like an aggrieved little snail, pulling a heavy suitcase, trotting all the way to the car parked three meters away.

Parked there was a dark gray limousine with a streamlined body and a chic, silver-plated Leopard logo standing majestic in the front of the car.

The driver had already waited outside the door, and immediately took the suitcase in his hand and put it in the trunk.

"Trouble the driver, brother!" Jiang Zicheng was shaking with cold, and before his hand touched the car door, the car door bounced open from the inside by itself.

The thermostatic air conditioner in the car has been adjusted to an extremely suitable temperature, and the passengers in the back seat overlapped their legs and leaned there, slowly flipping through the documents in their hands.

Wrapped in the cold, Jiang Zicheng tried his best to drill into the carriage, saying, "Oh, brother Hu, did you win the jackpot? You actually drove such a luxurious car to pick it up..."

…The latter words were all swallowed back by Jiang Zicheng. And he maintained a funny posture inside and outside a bicycle, solidified into an ice sculpture in the cold wind.

Seeing that he was being stupid again, Xie Beiwang, who was leaning on the back seat, put down the files in his hand and turned his head to look at him: "Isn't it cold? Get in the car."

Get in... get in the car?