We are sweet!
Director Gao is a man of his words. He immediately launched a new round of persecution against Lu Xinyang.
First, how could I eat after being dragged into a dark space? My appetite was halved! Secondly, I had to be in a state of exhaustion. I first ran around the mountain and then stayed up late at night, filming the same shot over and over again thirty or forty times before finally hearing his heavenly voice: "Okay, it's done."
Lu Xinyang fell to the ground and became paralyzed from the waist down.
"Get up, get up! Go back to sleep when you have time. This floor is so dirty." The director rubbed a piece of mud on his coat with his foot in disgust. Lu Xinyang didn't even complain. He just asked, "What time does the bus leave tomorrow morning?"
"Eight... eight-thirty," Director Gao glanced at him, "which means if you hurry back, you still have time to sleep for another three hours."
He quickly took off his costume and asked the person next to him for his cell phone, reported the time to Ji Rongyu, and then ran away without looking back.
Director Gao also picked up his things and prepared to go back, but as soon as he lifted his foot, he felt something was wrong. He looked down and saw that Lu Xinyang had pulled untie the laces on both sides of his shoe.
Director Gao: “…”
The next morning, Lu Xinyang happily ran out, his suitcase in tow, only to find no one on the roadside, and not even a hint of gasoline. He waited until after nine o'clock when the director, wearing plastic slippers, finally arrived. "I've changed my mind again," he said. "You can shoot for one more day."
Lu Xinyang suddenly became furious: "Are you cheating?!"
The director was even more anxious than he was, his five claws wanting to poke him in the heart: "Can you blame me for this? Who told you not to shoot it well?! Who told you not to get into the role?! I really don't know what you are so happy about every day? I get angry when I see you so happy!!"
"Don't be happy! You'll be miserable, anxious, fearful, and confused! Think hard! Think about the most painful thing for you!"
"I forgot," Lu Xinyang said, "I just remember that I shot this scene very quickly last time."
"But you didn't shoot it well!" Anyway, when he looked back at it, he felt that the expressiveness of the picture was far worse, and he wondered why he agreed to let this pass. Thinking about it again, he suspected that he was distracted by the post-production special effects processing at that time, so he unknowingly lowered the quality requirements.
Facing Lu Xinyang's accusing gaze, Director Gao howled, "I'm the director anyway, and I have the final say. You can go back tomorrow and continue filming today!"
"You don't let me leave work, right? And you want me to work overtime? Well, you're done. I will never trust you again." Lu Xinyang crossed his arms in front of his chest to fully demonstrate his cold attitude to the director, and then walked away with his arms crossed coldly.
Then he grimly passed another day of repeated torture.
"I'll trust you one last time," Lu Xinyang asked, bearing the humiliation, "Can I really go back tomorrow?"
"Yeah, that's fine." Director Gao nodded perfunctorily.
"Is it really okay? Have you called a taxi? Have you bought tickets for everyone else?"
"I bought it."
Lu Xinyang stared at him for a long time. When he finished work and went back to rest, he also lay on the bed with his eyes wide open, not daring to fall asleep.
But he was too tired and fell asleep for a while in a daze. He dreamed that he was lost and couldn't find his home. He struggled to pick up his phone and type in a half-asleep state.
[Look for me in the bicycle basket]
I have sticky teeth
The message was sent to Ji Rongyu, but the man who was sleeping soundly did not reply. He soon woke up and sat by the window until dawn.
However, when the agreed departure time came, they were stopped again as expected: "Let's shoot for another day."
This time, it wasn't the director who stepped forward to stop him, but a familiar-looking staff member. Perhaps the director also felt that he would easily be beaten if he acted so recklessly.
But Lu Xinyang just looked down at his suitcase, slowly pressed the cold metal handle in his hand back, pulled it out, and then pressed it back again.
He thought to himself, I knew it. Because of this predictable prediction, he pouted and hid half of his precious heart in advance, only to take out the other half and throw it away in defiance. So when the moment came, he was so numb that he didn't even feel much disappointment.
Ji Rongyu, who was far away from him, received another call from him: "You're not coming back today? Got it."
Ji Rongyu answered him in the same calm voice, and just tore off another page of the flip calendar on the bedside, as if he had never received the good news that someone was coming home.
"I saw your WeChat message in the middle of the night... No, you didn't wake me up. I just slept poorly the past two days, half asleep and half awake, unable to get up, like I was in bed," Ji Rongyu frowned and added uncertainly, "I think I also have a stiff neck."
Lu Xinyang sat on the suitcase, lowered his head and smiled, saying, "It must be my soul missing you, sneaking back to see you late at night."
"Then your soul is quite irresponsible." Ji Rongyu said.
"..." Lu Xinyang blinked. His experience told him that he could say a few more cheesy words to provoke his boyfriend at this time, but his heart was not yet ready. He couldn't think of anything at the moment, so he had to close his mouth and said "hmm".
"Go have breakfast, and then focus on filming. Don't worry about anything unnecessary..." Ji Rongyu said softly.
"Okay. I know."
Putting down his phone, Ji Rongyu leaned against the head of the bed and glanced at the large blank space beside his pillow.
The mousse-filled chocolates I bought for Lu Xinyang were placed on the bedside table. He ate them one by one and bought a new one yesterday.
…
The time Lu Xinyang was detained on the set was getting longer and longer, and it seemed that there was really no end to it. Even Tang Lin, who was running a side business in the B&B, heard about his miserable situation and called to comfort him.
"I think Director Gao must have seen your extraordinary potential," Tang Lin said. "He wants to push you, to bring out your potential, to help you go further, and even make your name in film history!"
"That's impossible," Lu Xinyang said absentmindedly, "Yingshi has never offended him."
"Then you have offended him."
"That's even more impossible. I have always respected him."
Tang Lin made up a few nonsensical excuses, but they were all rejected by Lu Xinyang. Finally, he could only say, "Since you can't find a reason, then forget it. Anyway, I don't think this is entirely a bad thing for you. At least... well, a short separation is better than a new marriage! When the time comes, you can cry to Teacher Ji and tell her about your grievances. Then Teacher Ji will definitely come to comfort you. How sweet that would be!"
Although Tang Lin had never been in a relationship, he could use his imagination. He chuckled and said, "Maybe he would comfort you affectionately, saying he'd wait for you to come home, that he'd love you no matter how you acted, and so on."
Lu Xinyang said, "Doesn't he love me enough on a regular basis? Why does he have to wait until I act badly before he can comfort me with his love? He's putting the cart before the horse."
"......?" So this is how other people's love affairs unfold? Tang Lin suddenly stopped smiling.
"Forget it, I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore," Lu Xinyang shook his head regretfully, "I just realized today that not only do you have no experience, but your imagination is also very poor."
"What are you so proud of? If you don't want to listen, then don't listen!" Tang Lin hung up the phone angrily.
His ears quieted down again, and Lu Xinyang sat on the tree, swinging his legs out of boredom.
It was so boring. Director Gao had previously tortured him, making him climb mountains, swim in the water, and stay up all night, but now he had completely abandoned him and demanded that no one on the set talk to him, and that he could not even play on his phone for more than fifteen minutes a day.
At this moment, a guard was squatting under the tree, wearing a big mushroom hat on his head, pretending that he was not a human. He was holding a stopwatch in his hand without saying a word, waiting to collect his cell phone.
Lu Xinyang withdrew his gaze and decided to use the remaining five minutes to check Weibo.
His long-unused Weibo account barely had a few unread messages, but before he could scroll down, he saw a personal threat from a hater in a private message: "Stop filming! You're so ugly! Your face on screen is an insult to me!"
[I'm warning you, I already know where you are. Your phone number is 17xxxx0331. I'm not kidding. If I take pictures of you again, be careful! I'm very close to you now and can come and greet you at any time!]
Haters? Lu Xinyang was overjoyed: [Yes, yes, yes, I'm right here. Are you coming to visit the set? Then you must bring plenty of food! We've been cooped up in this bland soup for half a month. I want to eat barbecued pork, fried chicken, roasted pigeon, braised pig's trotters, shredded beef, boiled fish, Orleans chicken burgers, blah blah blah...]
The hater was enraged and immediately replied: [What do you mean?! Do you look down on me? Do you think I would come alone?]
Lu Xinyang quickly replied: [Are there a lot of you? We won't need that much! Most of us have left, leaving only the director and a few dozen props for photography and recording. But everyone's craving it! If you have a large group, please bring more. We'll need ten times the amount above, plus a few dozen pounds of seasonal fruit! Thank you!]
Just as the haters were about to start cursing, they saw another sentence: "If you come, I'll reimburse your travel expenses, and the compensation will be separate. Please think about it carefully. Don't stop making money just because you hate me!"
Hater: […Really? Then let’s talk about compensation.]
Lu Xinyang happily jumped down from the branch, grabbed the mushroom head on the ground with both hands and shouted, "Order! The delivery man is here!"
Mushroom Head: “???”
Then about a few hours later, the black fan really came with a big truck of takeout.
Thanks to the internet for bringing us together! The transaction was a joyful one, with one party making money and the other satisfying their craving. Even the producer who helped handle the delivery was impressed by the efficiency of the person, the affordable prices, and the minimal shipping costs. His organizational and coordination skills were exceptional.
So Lu Xinyang happily introduced him to more crews.
"But isn't he your hater?" the producer said. "He even secretly collected your personal information and threatened you. He's doing something bad."
"So I took the initiative to give him information about other crews," Lu Xinyang said, "so that his ability to threaten people would be useless."
"?" Was it my illusion? The producer wondered doubtfully. Lu Xinyang hadn't cursed anyone, so why did he feel such an innate sense of humiliation...
The hater felt mixed emotions. Before leaving, he called Lu Xinyang out alone and said to him awkwardly, "Please add me in. Thank you for this."
He paused, then mustered up the courage to say, "You don't seem to be a particularly hypocritical person. So... I have a question for you."
"Just ask." Lu Xinyang said.
"I heard that you donated a library in the village where you filmed before. Why didn't you donate in our village?"
"Are you from this village?"
"Yes." He admitted it. Because someone from the village joined the crew as a handyman, he got Lu Xinyang's cell phone number in a roundabout way and sent a threatening private message online in a bluffing manner.
The hater continued, "So I want to ask you, why are you treating us differently?"
He had originally thought that these celebrities were just putting on an act to gain fame, but he hadn't expected this person to be so genuine. But why was he unwilling to treat everyone equally after doing good deeds? He felt that this was unfair!
Then Lu Xinyang said, "Because I don't have any money."
The hater choked and asked: "Will you donate if you have money?"
"I don't know if I can ever be rich again." Lu Xinyang confessed.
Anti-fan: “…” It felt like it was a pointless question, and I got even angrier after asking!
Lu Xinyang added: "Actually, I also have a question for you."
"...Ask, ask." Here it comes, he must be questioning me about secretly getting his cell phone number. The black fan looked at his trouser legs guiltily, ready to be scolded.
Unexpectedly, Lu Xinyang said, "Why did you only check my phone number and address? Didn't you find out that I'm in a relationship?"
"?" The hater looked up blankly, "What does your relationship have to do with me?"
"You are a black fan! Of course you should know such a big piece of black material about my love life! And I have a boyfriend!" Lu Xinyang gestured with his hands, actively teaching him how to be a good black fan.
"Really? It's such a big deal. You need to be more thorough in discrediting us, right? We're sweet. We have a lot of solid evidence! Just dig around and you'll find it!"
The hater was stunned: “????” Why is he still talking in such a sales pitch?!
Seeing that he seemed to have not yet reacted, Lu Xinyang said with a look of sorrow, "Your professional ability can't be so bad. You won't be able to survive in the entertainment industry like this... Forget it, how about this, after you have investigated it, spread this black material, and I will reward you with an autographed photo of me. That should be fine, right?"
He took out his phone and sent over a dozen looks that the photographer had taken for him, asking, "Which one do you like? I can make a poster specifically for you."
Lu Xinyang found another photo of him and Ji Rongyu from the album and sent it over, offering to deliver the information, but was stopped at the door by a bright red exclamation mark.
When he looked up, he found that the black fan had walked around him, got into the car, rolled up the window and drove away without looking back.
Lu Xinyang: "...this child is truly incorrigible!"
Look at this guy, how can he be a hater? He is so angry that he can even recite the Analects!
He turned around and showed the chat history to Ji Rongyu, complaining aggrievedly: "Why? Doesn't he want my autographed photo at all?"
Ji Rongyu replied: "I don't want to do that either."
Lu Xinyang snorted a few times: "Just wait, when I finish filming, I will go to his village and plaster my posters all over it, and then put up dozens of banners to promote how good-looking I am, I am a peerless handsome guy!"
"A handsome man? You better be more polite."
"Do you have any objections? I'll put it up at your place too," Lu Xinyang muttered as he ate his burger with one hand, "I think hand-shredded chicken is better."
"It's delicious," Ji Rongyu said, "but I've been eating shredded chicken for a week."
Lu Xinyang said, "Then teach me how to make it. Tomorrow, ask the delivery man to bring a raw chicken over, and I'll make one myself."
"And oil, salt, sauce and vinegar."
"Have him deliver all the seasonings tomorrow!" Lu Xinyang took the responsibility generously.
Ji Rongyu began to roll up his sleeves: "Then I'll go make a teaching video for you."
"Okay, I'll hand in my phone now. I'll learn from you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone and walking out of the room, Ji Rongyu did some calculations in his mind. He felt that it would take more than ten minutes to record all the steps in the video. Could he learn it by watching it once? He really didn't trust Lu Xinyang's hands-on ability.
But this did not affect his good mood. He bought three more chicken legs, then took a small electronic scale, converted all the seasonings he usually added in appropriate amounts into specific numbers, and wrote them down line by line on a notepad.
When they were halfway through, Ji Guanghui came back from a walk downstairs. As usual, he went into the kitchen to take a look and chatted with Ji Rongyu about some trivial matters.
But after learning that Ji Rongyu was filming a video for Lu Xinyang, his expression changed. He said with a troubled look, "It's rare that you have such a good friend. I'm happy to see you two having such a good time... But I calculated carefully the other day and found that you have a bad luck with him."
"And it's a severe curse!" Ji Guanghui held up a finger to emphasize, "It's so severe that he won't have any offspring!"
"...Really?" Ji Rongyu turned his back to his grandfather. He reached out to calm his pounding heartbeat, then spoke slowly, "I don't understand fortune-telling, but I know that forces work in pairs. Since I'm so unlucky for him, will he be unlucky for me in return?"
"Huh? Really?" Ji Guanghui said, as if suddenly enlightened. "Let me take another look, let me calculate again... Oh, yes, that's right, it's true. You've also been cursed to the point of being childless. Oh, then I'm relieved!"
After saying this, he seemed to have really let go of some burden, and turned around and went back to his room with ease.
Ji Rongyu turned his head slowly and looked at the wide-open door in silence. After hesitating for a long time, he finally gave up the idea of going up to surrender.
...Or let's wait for Lu Xinyang to come back. Anyway...anyway, being gay is not something he can do alone!
He briefly convinced himself, thought about it, lowered his head, took out his phone, clicked on Director Gao's chat box, and threw the screenshot of the black fan's private message to Lu Xinyang over, despising him:
[Still guarding against me? You can't even guard against haters, what a loser.]
Director Gao fought back angrily, but was also stopped by a bright red exclamation mark.
Great, now he has been demoted from "former colleague" to "ordinary annoying netizen who was randomly blocked".
This treatment is even worse than haters! Haters can even actively block others! Ah! This really makes him so angry!!!
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