Chapter 82 Chapter 82
He Xianyu: “…………”
Keep calm, he can still survive.
"Brother, how could you take my drunken nonsense seriously?" He Xianyu laughed dryly.
"Why is your acting going backwards?" Xiao Qinghe patted his forehead. "Come on, stop pretending. You've been full of flaws in front of me. And your mother, a mere vase, had a car accident, and she has acting skills that are at the level of an award-winning actress?"
He Xianyu struggled desperately: "Maybe she opened up her Ren and Du meridians."
Xiao Qinghe didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly, as if saying: I'll just watch you make it up.
After a long time, He Xianyu sighed softly.
Otherwise, why do people say that alcohol is not a good thing?
He paid the price for drinking.
He Xianyu picked up the lighter next to the cake and lit the candle. In the flickering candlelight, he closed his eyes, clasped his fingers together, and placed them under his chin, making a wish devoutly.
"I thought no one in this world would know my real birthday." He Xianyu blew out the candles, cut a piece of cake for Xiao Qinghe, and thanked him sincerely, "Thank you for celebrating my birthday. Brother, we will have a secret together from now on."
Xiao Qinghe couldn't help laughing, "Your secret is safe with me."
He Xianyu sat cross-legged on the sofa. At this moment, he felt more relaxed than ever before. "I'm almost suffocating. Although Ms. Song and I both came from a book, she is my elder, and there are some things I can't tell her. But, brother, I'm curious, knowing that you are a character in a novel, has your worldview collapsed?"
He Xianyu thought Xiao Qinghe would be angry, confused, and at a loss, but she never expected his answer to be -
"Maybe your previous world was also a novel, who knows."
He Xianyu was stunned.
Yeah, who knows.
"Brother, your ideological realm is so cool, no wonder you are an outstanding Party member. I have to learn from you." He Xianyu gave Xiao Qinghe a thumbs up.
Xiao Qinghe scooped a spoonful of cake with a blue spoon and brought it to He Xianyu's lips.
The cake has a delicate and dense texture, as light and soft as a cloud, and melts in your mouth. Then, the mellow and rich taste bursts between your lips and teeth.
He Xianyu felt that the breath he exhaled was sweet and praised him endlessly: "Delicious!"
Xiao Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, "I've been doing this for a long time, luckily you like it."
He Xianyu was wondering, he had been on the set with Xiao Qinghe from morning till night today, how did Xiao Qinghe find the time to make the cake? He probably sacrificed his sleep time and stayed up all night to make it.
He Xianyu looked at the fish cake in front of him, and his nose felt a little sour. He went to and from work with Xiao Qinghe every day, and knew how difficult and tiring Xiao Qinghe's scenes were. But Xiao Qinghe was still willing to spend time preparing this surprise for him.
Are all the brothers in this world so good to their younger brothers?
Xiao Qinghe fed him another bite and said, "Tell me, what crazy things did I, the villain boss, do in the book?"
He Xianyu summarized the plot of "The Big Boss Humbly Courts Love After the Canary Runs Away": "You deliberately tried to destroy the protagonist's company and almost bankrupted him. Knowing that he liked the protagonist, you used your status in the entertainment industry to suppress him everywhere, cut off his resources, and made him depressed."
Xiao Qinghe curled his lips. That was indeed something he could do. "Then, my end must be very miserable."
At the end of the novel, Xiao Qinghe was thrown into prison and his reputation was ruined. He Xianyu didn't want to think about how the once glorious top star ended up in such a miserable way, and he would not let Xiao Qinghe go to that step. "Don't worry, my mother is here, and everything has changed. Your uncle will live a long life, and you will only walk on the road of flowers."
Only walk on the flower path, not the prison path.
Xiao Qinghe stood up and took two bottles of 0-calorie tea drinks. "Is your father a professor at Tsinghua University?"
He Xianyu nodded, "My dad is a university professor, and my mom works in an art troupe, both of them are in the system. I am a very typical Haidian kid. Under my parents' hard-earned education, I have been learning piano, English, math Olympiad, Go, etc. since I was a child. Thanks to my dad, I went to Tsinghua Jiehua Kindergarten at the age of three, and then went to Tsinghua Attached Primary School and Tsinghua Attached Middle School. In the high school entrance examination, I was admitted to Renmin University High School with the first place, standing at the top of the hard-earned food chain."
Renmin University High School is the top high school in Beijing. The red and white school uniform of Renmin University High School is the top star in Beijing's school uniform industry and can be called the Hermes of Haidian mothers.
Xiao Qinghe affirmed: "Your parents must be very proud of you."
"There were headaches too." He Xianyu sighed. "In my first year of high school, I came into contact with rock music, which opened the door to a new world. I started learning guitar and formed a campus band. As you can imagine, my grades plummeted. In my second year of high school, my parents were called in for the first time in their lives. They forbade me to play rock music and hid my guitar. I felt that my parents only cared about my grades and not me. In the summer before my third year of high school, I got angry and took 500 yuan and ran away from home."
Xiao Qinghe knew He Xianyu as a model student and a well-behaved child, but he didn't expect that she had such a rebellious side. He asked with interest, "And then?"
He Xianyu opened the bottle of drink, took a sip, and continued: "At that time, the Shenzhen rock circle held an event to commemorate the lead singer of Linkin Park. I met the Seven band at the event and joined them as the lead singer. A month later, when my parents found me, I had red hair and a flame tattoo on my arm. My mother collapsed on the spot. My father is such a proud person. That day, I cried for the first time when I saw him. My father and I talked alone for a long time, and we reached an agreement. If I can get into the top two universities, he will not interfere in my life."
"Did you pass the exam later?"
He Xianyu nodded again. "On the day the college entrance examination results came out, my dad returned the guitar to me. Unfortunately, not long after that, I fell ill." He Xianyu pointed to the back of his head. "There is a tumor here, and the location is very tricky. My grandfather is an authority in the industry, but he was helpless. If I don't have surgery, I will definitely die. If I have surgery, I will probably die too. The day of the surgery was the day before we met for the first time, and I came into this world, becoming a cannon fodder in the novel who died at the very beginning."
There was a silent pause.
Xiao Qinghe was thinking about how to comfort him after the failed operation, when He Xianyu's carefree voice rang in his ears: "I am very unfortunate. I died at the best age. I am also very lucky that I can start another life after death. I am very happy to have met many good friends here, including you. I toast to you, charming villain boss."
"I toast to you too, you cute little cannon fodder." Xiao Qinghe raised the drink bottle.
The smile in He Xianyu's eyes flowed freely. It had been almost half a year since he came to this world, but this was the first time he had such a free chat and was truly himself.
He knew a lot of people in the circle, but the only one who could talk about his two lives without scruples and without being suspected of having a mental illness was Xiao Qinghe.
That night, they talked a lot, about past regrets, present confusions, and future expectations. He Xianyu didn't remember when he fell asleep, but he knew that when he woke up, he was in Xiao Qinghe's bed.
"Awake?" Xiao Qinghe looked at his watch. "It's only eight o'clock now. How about sleeping for a while?"
Since he didn't have to start work this morning, He Xianyu slept in for a while. When he opened his eyes again, it was already past ten o'clock.
Xiao Qinghe sat on the sofa, drinking American coffee and studying the script.
He was wearing grey home clothes, short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and his exposed skin was covered with bruises and scars of varying sizes.
There was a very noticeable scratch on the knee, the skin was broken and blood was oozing out. It should be a wound left during the filming last night.
If Sister Hedinghong saw these wounds, she would be heartbroken.
There was a pile of scripts on the table in front of the sofa.
If an actor wants to have a say in choosing scripts, he must be well-known. Actors like Xiao Qinghe who are well-known and can sell dramas are the top artists that many production companies want to win over. Therefore, many scripts are sent to him as soon as possible.
He Xianyu flipped through the scripts. There were urban idol dramas, martial arts dramas, spy dramas, and campus romances adapted from well-known IPs. "Brother, do you want me to tell you which works will be popular?"
Xiao Qinghe put the script in his hand and asked, "Do you know why I didn't go to have my fortune told?"
"Because you are a staunch materialist."
"..." Xiao Qinghe was amused, "The unknown is interesting. Moreover, even if my work fails, I believe I have the ability to make a comeback. Besides, you, the little butterfly, flew here and triggered the butterfly effect, changing the world. You see, because of you, Chen Zhuo doesn't like Zhong Xiaoyin."
"It's unfair, I really didn't mean to ruin the plot line." At the beginning, He Xianyu just saved Chen Zhuo casually, and didn't expect that it would affect the most crucial plot of the novel.
But what's wrong with him acting bravely and doing what is right?
Xiao Qinghe continued to ask: "What about Li Cheng and Jiang Bai?"
"Did I even tell you this?" Seeing Xiao Qinghe nod, He Xianyu held his forehead with his hand, "Brother, although Li Cheng is your childhood friend, I don't think he is worthy of Jiang Bai. Besides, Jiang Bai already has someone he likes. If you hadn't interrupted him last time, he would have told me."
Since He Xianyu didn't know Jiang Bai's feelings yet, Xiao Qinghe didn't want to point it out. He Xianyu, this little butterfly, miraculously flew into his world, flew in front of him, and then flew into his heart. From then on, that barren place was filled with spring flowers. Xiao Qinghe would hold this little butterfly tightly and would not let it fly away.
A director Zhang Mingtao knew was planning to shoot a realistic film about child trafficking. Zhang Mingtao recommended Song Xue to the director. Soon after, Song Xue left Qingdao to audition.
The film "Return to the Tomb" continues to be filmed intensively.
[The little ghost was attacked by his own destiny Gu and ran out of energy. Song Jin was unwilling to abandon his teammates, so he carried the little ghost on his back and continued to move forward.]
In other words, for a long time to come, Xiao Qinghe will have to film with He Xianyu on his back.
He Xianyu looked at Xiao Qinghe who was bending over with his back to him, feeling a little embarrassed, "I'm quite heavy."
"If you are heavy, then I am fat. Come up." Xiao Qinghe urged.
He Xianyu obediently lay on his back. It must be said that Xiao Qinghe's back was broad and warm. Although his shoulders were not the exaggerated "double-door refrigerator" in Korean comics, they were still full of hormones, giving people a very safe and stable feeling.
The little ghost in the play began to rely on and even become attached to Song Jin wholeheartedly.
Outside the play, He Xianyu thinks this feeling is not bad.
After all, brothers are meant to be attached to.
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