He is so fragile
"Are you coming back to get something?" Lu Xinyang rubbed his red ears and turned his gaze away from the little sheep to Ji Rongyu. "Or are you going to keep going forward?"
"I don't have anything to take, so don't go too far. Let's just walk around here for a couple of times. It's easy to get a taxi here. When we're done, we can go back to the hotel."
Ji Rongyu took a day off today. He didn't bring his computer to the set to write new articles, nor did he bring his special signature card to sign. The only thermos he wanted to take was already taken back by the staff.
The temperature at night was lower than that during the day. The reason they ran out for a walk in the cold weather was simply because they were full. Lu Xinyang could eat a lot even if he ate vegetarian food, and Ji Rongyu ate his meal in the same way as him, and unknowingly overate.
Ji Rongyu took his hands out of his pockets and rubbed his stomach, then quickly put them back in before his fingers froze. He looked up at the moon hanging high in the sky, and white mist kept drifting around his lips: "It's too cold today. Even the uncles and aunts don't come out to dance in the square."
While eating hot pot, he had already prepared to follow the latest trends in the square, but who knew that it was always quiet outside and only Lu Xinyang was chattering in his ears.
Lu Xinyang asked him, "Do you want to watch others dance, or do you want to dance along?"
"Of course I won't dance," Ji Rongyu said without thinking, "but my grandfather dances pretty well. Other old men and women all want to be his dance partners."
"Don't underestimate the division of power in square dancing." Speaking of square dancing, Ji Rongyu talked incessantly even though he did not participate.
"Just around where I live, the several neighborhoods of Baijiang Bridge are divided into east, west, south, and north. A little further down the bridge, there's a small open space next to the Xinhua Bookstore. That's the territory of the East Bridge grandparents. People from the West Bridge won't dance to their songs even if they go there. Do you remember the night market we went to last time? There's a delicious handmade ice cream shop over there. It was cold last time, so I didn't take you there."
"Let's go next time," Lu Xinyang licked his lips. "I still want to eat the beef and octopus balls from Sister Fang's. Let's go there again after we finish filming?"
"Okay, let's go after we finish filming. I'll tell you more," Ji Rongyu casually gestured with a small map in the air, "Go down the road across from the night market, there's a small basketball court. The basketball court is definitely for the young men, but the open space in front of the basketball court is the power base of Beiqiao. My grandfather is the most sought-after old man there."
Lu Xinyang had lived in luxury homes since he was a child. Which villa's backyard wasn't larger than the turf fought over by the square dance factions? But he was still drawn to the small-town atmosphere Ji Rongyu described.
He had never seen such lively old men and women in the villa area!
"Is your house close to that basketball court?"
Ji Rongyu estimated the distance: "About a few hundred meters."
"Then next time I buy some ice cream and braised beef, I'll go to your house and play, okay?" Lu Xinyang said this lightly and quickly, as if the next time he was looking forward to would come in the blink of an eye.
"There's nothing fun in my house," Ji Rongyu said, "but I can think about it."
"Then you should be more biased towards me when you consider it?" The last few words of Lu Xinyang's words were mostly swallowed up by the sound of car horns.
The glaring car lights shone from behind, and he grabbed Ji Rongyu and pulled him to the side, looking back with his eyes half covered.
"Hi, do you two want to get in the car?" Tang Lin poked his head out from the driver's seat as the familiar nanny car stopped beside them. "The driver hasn't finished eating yet, so it's me who's coming."
"How did you know we were here?" Ji Rongyu lowered his head and touched his stomach. Feeling that the food was almost digested, he reached out to open the car door, and Lu Xinyang followed him in.
"Director Gao told me he saw you guys heading this way," Tang Lin gloated as he glanced at Lu Xinyang in the rearview mirror. "He knew you came back halfway to eat hot pot, and he told me not to let you touch any oil for the next month."
"He didn't eat hot pot. He just ate lettuce and, at most, a few meatballs," Ji Rongyu testified objectively. "He did drink a lot of watermelon juice."
Tang Lin said, "Director Gao only agreed to a month's delay because Brother Yang gave him half a watermelon. He had originally planned to have him eat only boiled vegetables until filming was finished."
"Don't be so cruel, okay?" Lu Xinyang was a little panicked. He and Ji Rongyu looked at each other. Ji Rongyu shrugged and gave him an expression that said "I can't do anything about it anyway."
Lu Xinyang leaned over and clung to him, lowering his voice in his ear and asking, "Since I'm in such a miserable state, it's not too much to ask you to secretly give me some special treatment, right?"
"I can consider it." Ji Rongyu still had an indifferent expression.
Lu Xinyang glared at him: "I told you to be more biased towards me!"
Tang Lin looked at them in the rearview mirror again: "Hey, hey, hey, what are you whispering about! Believe it or not, I'm going to complain to the director. From now on, you will be filming in Group A, and Teacher Rong will stay in Group B to revise the script."
"Your salary is gone!" Lu Xinyang angrily said something harsh to him, not daring to whisper to Ji Rongyu anymore, but his body was still sticking to Ji Rongyu and he didn't move back, leaving a large area of seats next to him empty.
Ji Rongyu checked the time. It was already past eleven. He half-closed his eyes and yawned. Lu Xinyang asked, "It looks like we'll be leaving around eight tomorrow. Can you get up?"
He remembered that he had to leave for a county in the next city to film a scene the next day. The crew seemed to have reminded him that he had to arrive before noon.
"No need. They go so early to prepare. You don't have any scenes tomorrow, so you can go in the evening. I'm more relaxed," Ji Rongyu smiled. "We can both sleep until we wake up naturally tomorrow."
"Then rounding it off means it's a holiday!" Lu Xinyang's eyes lit up.
"Almost. The new filming location is actually a scenic spot. I looked up some tourist photos online and it looks pretty nice."
"What's that place called?"
Ji Rongyu said, "Qianshan is not far from Shangchuan City. Have you been there?"
Lu Xinyang thought for a moment and said, "It sounds familiar. It sounds like there are no birds in this place."
"...Don't mix Chinese and geography together." Ji Rongyu looked at him worriedly.
Lu Xinyang: “Hehe.”
After returning to the hotel, Lu Xinyang, who was not good at Chinese and geography, even gave up physical education temporarily.
He had been hanging on the wire for too long today, and many parts of his body were covered with bruises. After taking a shower, he had to spend a lot of time massaging and applying medicine, so he didn't go to the swimming pool to soak in the water.
The room was heated to full blast and was filled with the smell of safflower oil. Lu Xinyang, wearing only his shorts, got on the bed, smeared the medicated oil all over the wound and rubbed it for a long time. He asked Tang Lin to help with the places on his back that he couldn't reach.
Tang Lin first applied medicine on him, and then went around the room to pack their luggage. While Lu Xinyang was rubbing the bruises with pain, he felt sorry for his perfect body that had lost the fragrance of the nice shower gel and had been marinated by that stinky safflower oil.
"Ding Dong," a notification sound came from the mobile phone on the table. Tang Lin put down the shirt he had just folded and walked over to unlock the screen.
After seeing the message from Chang Xue, he was silent for a moment, then said to Lu Xinyang with some difficulty: "Brother Lu, um... Sister Chang said that you don't need to take time out to take pictures, she has already done it for you."
"Are you done? Which photo did you choose? Is he handsome?" Lu Xinyang also picked up his mobile phone and searched his name on the web.
"He is handsome, and after all, you are the chief executive of our company, right? The conditions are here. The problem is..." Tang Lin hesitated to speak.
Lu Xinyang's encyclopedia popped up on the web page. The photo he chose was the one he wore when he first walked the red carpet. He really looked very handsome. He continued to scroll down with satisfaction.
Then I saw the embarrassing nicknames under my real name.
Lu Xinyang: “…………What’s going on?”
"It's just... your fans love you so much that they changed it for you at their own expense..." Tang Lin said hesitantly.
Lu Xinyang's mind went dark, and he really wanted to pick a fight with the fan on the other side of the internet: "I'm a celebrity, a celebrity! Can a celebrity's encyclopedia be changed so arbitrarily??"
Tang Lin whispered, "This thing is something everyone can modify at will."
"Then I can delete it at will, right?" Lu Xinyang's fingers were ready to move.
"Of course you can... but I don't recommend it..." Tang Lin looked at him with pity, "Because your fans will definitely help you change it back."
Chang Xue saw the situation so clearly that she decided to just go all out.
How should I put it... This was the first time I saw a gold medal agent being forced to give up. Tang Lin felt that Sister Chang was so pitiful.
Lu Xinyang's fingers froze on the screen. After a fierce inner struggle, he decided not to struggle anymore.
Could this be the feeling of being loved by fans... It seems to be completely different from what he imagined...
He endured the pain of having his face severely hurt and read the encyclopedia page that his fans had lovingly created for him, then went in to correct some errors.
“It’s not finished yet, and I actually missed out such a big person like Ji Rongyu…” He muttered softly, and changed [The IP drama "Trapped Color" is being filmed] to [The TV series adapted from the novel "Trapped Color" written by author Rongyu is being filmed], and added the link to Rongyu.
After submitting the changes, Lu Xinyang knew for the first time what it meant to be tired and resigned to one's fate. He slowly picked up his thighs and continued massaging them.
"Oh." This was the sound of Lu Xinyang sighing.
"Hey?" This was Tang Lin's puzzled voice. "Brother Lu, I saw the promotion for that Jane...that bad woman again. She's really doing well, actually getting such a famous cosmetics promotion."
Lu Xinyang was grimacing and pinching his legs. Without even thinking, he said, "Who is it?"
Tang Lin showed him the phone, and he took a quick glance at it. He felt that the woman in the photo looked familiar, and then he noticed the advertising slogan in capital letters on the picture.
"My skin is as delicate as a baby's, and it releases water when pinched? That's so exaggerated," Lu Xinyang said expressionlessly, tilting his chin up and pointing at two large blisters on his heels. "This is real good skin that releases water when pinched!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger at his blister, and sure enough, the skin broke and tissue fluid flowed out immediately.
"See? Ouch, it hurts! Where's my band-aid? Advertisers are so short-sighted! Their commercials are all just bullshit. Unless they ask me to perform for them... Ah! I didn't wash off the safflower oil on my hands! Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."
Tang Lin: “…………”
Tang Lin silently watched him doing this on the bed, thinking that either the client was in a hurry to go bankrupt, or he came to you to retaliate against the consumers.
He suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. If he really gave Lu Xinyang an advertisement in the future, he could put aside the remuneration and positioning. The most important thing was to find out whether the advertiser had a regular physical examination, whether his blood pressure was high, and whether he could withstand the turmoil caused by a crazy spokesperson...
Lu Xinyang's unpredictability reached a new level in his mind. While Tang Lin was desperately preparing his defense, he suddenly remembered something and looked at him warily: "By the way, what was that public account you suddenly asked me to follow this afternoon?"
Could it be that seemingly ordinary public account also contains some time bomb?
"Ah!" Just as he finished speaking, Lu Xinyang's face changed drastically as he jumped up from the sofa, and pounced on the pants he had thrown on the ground like a sheep rushing down the mountain.
"Ah! What's wrong? What's wrong!" Tang Lin was so frightened that he also shouted, and was so terrified that he almost kowtowed and prayed on the spot.
Without saying a word, Lu Xinyang quickly pulled out four photos from his back pocket. His hands were very fast, but it was too late.
Ji Rongyu in the photo was no longer his original fresh, straight, handsome and elegant appearance. Not only was his body sunken and deformed, but there were also creases that could not be smoothed out radiating from the middle to the sides, forming the same arc as Lu Xinyang's butt.
Lu Xinyang collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon, flipping through the photos dejectedly, his expression indescribably dejected: "It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over."
Tang Lin looked at him nervously, and saw him holding the photo with a distressed look on his face, saying with tears in his eyes: "What should I do? I sat on Ji Rongyu and he bent over!"
Tang Lin: “…………”
Tang Lin: "Oh, that's quite a pity."
He stood up calmly, walked out calmly, opened the door calmly, and closed the door calmly.
I thought, "It has nothing to do with us in the third dimension, right? Then I'll go back to sleep."
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