"I cried so loudly. It's really not easy for our child."
"When I saw Zhao Zhao being knocked to the ground by a stick and unable to get up for a long time, and other people in the crew walked past him but no one helped him up, I was so heartbroken that I couldn't breathe."
"I was just a casual fan, I cried so hard that I used up a pack of tissues."
"I'm just a passerby. After watching this video, I just felt helpless and distressed. In the film and television industry, how many extras are there like Li Zhao who have the dream of becoming a film and television actor? Li Zhao has such outstanding facial features but he has a miserable life. How difficult it must be for those who don't look as good as him?"
"The lady above is a little naive. Li Zhao is so good-looking, he didn't have to be so miserable. He was so miserable mainly because he was not obedient enough. To put it bluntly, he was unwilling to accept certain rules. I have a friend who is in the industry and has dealt with Li Zhao in a certain crew. I had dinner with him a few days ago and happened to talk about Li Zhao. He said that Li Zhao was a very good person. He was always happy by himself in the crew. Even if he was exhausted from filming, he could still eat the lunch box distributed by the crew happily. He also said that Li Zhao usually lived a very frugal life. He was reluctant to drink mineral water that cost two yuan a bottle. He usually held a large plastic kettle and ran to the drinking water point to get boiled water. This time Li Zhao finally made it. My friend is very happy. I hope he will develop better and better in the future."
"By the way, I have another insider news that I don't know if it's true or not. I heard that a very decent entertainment company has taken a fancy to Li Zhao and is planning to train him vigorously. If the news is reliable, your Li Zhao won't have to live such a miserable life in the future."
Li Zhao's work team saw the netizen's revelation and asked Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Brother Zhang, is this revelation true or false?"
"This happened last year on the set of 'Xia Jun'." Zhang Xiaoyuan took a look at the revelations: "It seems that the whistleblower's friend should be a staff member of the 'Xia Jun' crew."
"Zhao Zhao is really having such a miserable life." The staff felt that Li Zhao was probably the artist who had the worst life among all the artists he had come into contact with.
"There's nothing we can do." Zhang Xiaoyuan sighed, "At that time, we were so poor that we had to rely on the lunch boxes from the crew to barely make ends meet."
"It's miserable, too miserable." The staff member took out half a bag of potato chips from the drawer and handed it to Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Take it and eat it, you don't have to give it back to me."
Zhang Xiaoyuan: “…”
Is this misery a bit over the top?
In the dark room, only the faint light on the computer screen flickered.
When the video showed Li Zhao's head hitting the wall and he fell to the ground with his head in his hands in pain, the white fingers took the mouse and clicked pause.
Put down the mouse, move your hand slightly to the right, and pick up the phone on the table. Ten hours had passed and he had received no new news from Li Zhao.
He stared at the still screen for a long while, and finally clicked the play button. The camera switched again, and Li Zhao, wearing the heroine's costume and a wig, jumped into the mud pit. The director's shouting and cursing could be heard in the background.
The child smiled and tried his best to control the desire to shiver from the cold. Over and over again, until he was exhausted, the director was finally satisfied with the shot.
"Click, click." The second hand on the wall kept turning. Yan Ting looked at the young man in the last shot who smiled as warm as the sun, and pressed the pause button again.
"Sir." The housekeeper knocked on the door outside: "Sir, it's time for you to take your medicine."
"Come in." Yan Ting turned off the computer screen, and the whole room became completely dark.
The housekeeper opened the door and was not surprised to see the room filled with darkness. He walked to the desk skillfully and put the water and medicine on the table: "Sir, you should go to bed early."
No one responded to him in the darkness, but he knew Yan Ting heard it. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the phone on the table suddenly lit up.
Before he could react, the gentleman had already picked up the phone, and the speed was so fast that he was a little surprised.
[Zhao Zhao has good luck: Tingting, are you asleep? 】
Ever since adding Li Zhao as a WeChat friend, Li Zhao has changed his WeChat name two or three times, but it was either "Good luck comes" or "Good luck comes". Today he finally changed it to "Good luck comes".
[Yanting: No. 】
“Tingting!”
“Tingting!”
Li Zhao's voice came from downstairs in the yard. Yan Ting stood up, walked quickly to the window, and pulled open the thick curtains. The moonlight couldn't wait to come in through the bright window and sprinkled all over his body.
There was finally light in the dark room.
In the yard downstairs, Li Zhao had a suitcase at his feet. He wrapped himself up like a big bun and looked up at the building. The moonlight shone on his face, as if his face was glowing.
Seeing that a window was open, Li Zhao looked up and saw Yan Ting.
"Tingting, I'm back." He jumped a few times and waved his hands vigorously at Yan Ting: "I'm so hungry, can I have a midnight snack at your place?"
Yan Ting tightened and loosened his grip on the curtains: "Yes."
The villa door, which had been closed silently, soon opened in front of Li Zhao. He rushed into the house carrying a large suitcase, stamped his feet, took off his hat, scarf and thick coat, and covered his hungry stomach and said, "There are no tickets for the direct flight to Beijing, so I had to buy a ticket to a neighboring city, and then squeezed into the high-speed train to come back. I was so hungry that I could eat a cow."
Soon someone brought a bowl of hot noodles to the table. Li Zhao didn't hesitate to grab the chopsticks and started eating. After half a bowl of noodles, he finally felt full. He had the energy to talk to Yan Ting: "Wait another five minutes for New Year's Day. I wish you a happy New Year's Day and good luck in the new year."
Yan Ting sat at the table and pushed the side dishes brought by the housekeeper in front of Li Zhao: "How many days will you stay after coming back?"
"I have to rush back to the crew before noon the day after tomorrow." Li Zhao poured all the side dishes into the noodles, buried his head in eating the remaining noodles, touched his stomach and smiled at Yan Ting embarrassedly: "Um... can I have another bowl?"
Yan Ting glanced at the housekeeper, who quickly said, "Please wait a moment, the chef is cooking."
"Luckily I have the access card to your front door, otherwise I wouldn't be able to enter your yard." Li Zhao wiped the corners of his mouth and frowned, "When I was video chatting with you last night, I saw a bottle of medicine on your table. Are you sick again?"
"A medicine to strengthen your body." Yan Ting looked at Li Zhao: "Did you come back for this?"
"Several of the main actors in the crew have been invited to participate in the New Year's Eve parties of various TV stations, so Director Yang simply gave me a day and a half off." Li Zhao reached out to touch an apple in the fruit bowl and ate it with a crunch. "You are very introverted and don't like to talk about things, so I just came back to see you."
After saying that, he wiped his hands and reached out to touch Yan Ting's forehead. There is no fever and the temperature is normal. It seems that Tingting did not lie to him.
The butler who came out with the noodles saw this and walked lightly until Li Zhao put his hand down. Then he smiled and walked forward: "Mr. Li, the noodles are here."
"Thank you." Li Zhao smiled and pushed the bowl in front of him, then started eating again.
Seeing Li Zhao eating so happily, the housekeeper couldn't help but turn his head to look at Yan Ting. Look at other children, they can eat a bowl of ordinary noodles so happily.
"Tingting, your family makes noodles very carefully, and they actually put so many ingredients in them." Li Zhao found a large shrimp in the noodles and ate it with a satisfied look on his face: "When I make enough money, I will stay at your house every day to eat and drink for free, and I won't go anywhere else and won't do anything else."
"That's great, sir, I've been looking forward to your coming." The butler took the initiative to add a sentence. After he finished speaking, he carefully observed Yan Ting's expression and found that there was no reaction.
Li Zhao nodded with a grin. "And the headline in the entertainment section was, 'Well-known actor Li Zhao was kicked out by his friends because he ate too much. Hahahahahaha!"
Yan Ting: “No.”
"What can't you do?" Li Zhao's eyes widened. He couldn't become a famous actor or couldn't make a lot of money?
"I won't kick you out." Yan Ting looked at Li Zhao: "I have money."
Li Zhao: “…”
Yes, Tingting has two buildings.
Li Zhaolian ate three bowls of noodles before he finally filled his stomach. He opened the huge suitcase and took out a bunch of things from it.
There are food, handicrafts, and a jacket with Chinese elements embroidered with the words "good luck".
"When I was shooting on location, I saw a local embroiderer who was very good at embroidery, so I asked her to embroider two coats for me." Pointing to the coat he took off, "Mine has 'Da Li' on it, and yours has 'Da Ji' on it. After New Year's Day, it's a new year again, so 'Da Ji' and 'Da Ji' are great meanings, right?"
“Don’t be superstitious.”
"This is not superstition, this is the yearning for a better life." Li Zhao took the clothes and compared them to Yan Ting: "Yours is one size bigger than the one I'm wearing. It should fit you well. Why don't you try it on?"
Yan Ting put on his clothes expressionlessly.
"Tingting, you are a natural clothes hanger. No matter what clothes you wear, they seem to be expensive." Li Zhao walked around Yan Ting and said, "You can wear the hotel waiter's clothes to look noble. When this modified clothing comes on you, you wear it with the elegance of a prince. You are really a man full of treasures."
"Other people in the crew said the clothes I bought were ugly, even though they were very nice." Li Zhao smiled with his eyes curved: "Your company should be on holiday on New Year's Day, right?"
"Um."
"Then let's go out and play in this brotherly outfit." Li Zhao said happily, "There's a light show tomorrow night. I asked someone to book two tickets for me. Shall we go and watch it together?"
"I've seen the video of last year's New Year's Day light show. It was so beautiful." Li Zhao put his arm around Yan Ting's neck: "Tickets for this are hard to get."
"Okay." Yan Ting agreed. The arm around his neck was very hot, like a raging fire, burning from his head to the tip of his heart.
"By the way, don't tell Brother Xiaoyuan about this." Li Zhao put his arm around Yan Ting's neck and shook it, whispering, "He's been very busy lately. If he knew I took you to see the light show, he would go crazy."
"I won't tell you." Yan Ting looked down at the arm on his body and did not push it away.
"Then I'll go back to sleep." Li Zhao yawned, let go of Yan Ting's neck, stood up and said, "I'll call you tomorrow morning."
His neck suddenly felt empty. Although the room was well heated, Yan Ting felt a chill.
Li Zhao squatted on the ground and emptied most of the boxes. He looked up at Yan Ting and said, "Go to bed early. We will play until very late tomorrow night. It will be very tiring."
Yan Ting bent down to pick up the scattered trinkets on the ground and put them into Li Zhao's box: "I'll wait for you to call me."
"Yeah!" Li Zhao stood up, dragging the suitcase handle: "Then I'll be home. Good night."
Yan Ting watched the child carrying the empty box and walking briskly into the moonlight outside the door, just as he appeared in the courtyard, silently and without a trace.
When he could no longer see Li Zhao, he looked down at the coat embroidered with the words "Good Luck" placed on the sofa and put the coat in his arms.
The author has something to say: Question: When girls wear similar clothes, it is called girlfriend outfits. What do boys wear similar clothes, what do they call it?
Zhao Baobao raised his hand: I know, it’s called brother outfit!
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