I still like you [entertainment circle]

After watching the fashion show, Ji Lin wanted to go shopping nearby.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Assistant Xiaoye asked him.

Ji Lin shook his head: "No, I want to walk alone, you go back to the hotel to rest first."

"Okay, then be careful by yourself, and call me if you need anything."

"Yeah." Ji Lin put on a mask.

Ji Lin debuted not long ago, and has few works. Of course, his popularity abroad is not as popular as in China. When he walks on the road, he doesn't meet fans who follow him to take pictures, so he is very clean.

There was an art exhibition nearby, and the entrance of the exhibition hall was crowded with people, Ji Lin stopped and stared at it for a long time.

The storyboards of the imaginative cartoons drawn by Wen Yu emerged in Ji Lin's mind. He grabbed the edge of the mask and pulled it up, subconsciously following the crowd into it.

There are many people in the exhibition hall, but it is very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of footsteps can be heard.

Ji Lin stopped in front of a painting.

Not for anything else, just for this gentle and wanton brushwork, which is very similar to Wen Yu.

He thinks that he has no artistic talent, and the criteria for judging artworks are "good-looking" and "not good-looking", or "like" and "dislike."

The watercolor is beautiful and he likes it too.

Ji Lin raised his head and looked at it silently for a few seconds, and when he caught sight of the signing out of the corner of his eye, he froze for a moment.

- "plume"

"Is it nice?"

A deep female voice came from beside him, Ji Lin came back to his senses, and he turned his head.

The woman beside her squinted her eyes, with a faint smile on her lips. She didn't look at Ji Lin, as if she was talking to herself: "This is drawn by my son."

Ji Lin said "hmm": "It's very beautiful."

"Chinese?" The woman turned her head, asking a little redundant question.

Ji Lin smiled: "I already speak Chinese, what country can I be from?"

The woman also smiled and said nothing more.

Wen Yu opened the express mail Xiang Nan gave him, which contained the script sent by the producer.

He picked up the script and glanced at the cover, his eyes were neither salty nor dull.

Wen Yu casually threw the script into the trash can in front of him, took out the script that Ji Lin had left behind from the drawer, opened it, and sat on the sofa to read it.

The last time I took a look at the flowers, I didn't look at them carefully. I just remembered that Ji Lin made a lot of annotations. The handwriting...is very beautiful.

Wen Yu leaned lazily on the sofa, staring at Ji Lin's handwriting for a long time.

Wen Yu didn't know the details of the comics, so he reorganized the plot of "Xavier" with the help of this script.

The comic is recalled from the perspective of a third party, and it tells the story of a boyfriend who was raped by his adoptive father.A violent high school boy, in order to avenge his boyfriend, designed a careful and meticulous murder plan, and finally brutally murdered his adoptive father and escaped the law.

The feature film of the manga is for the useless policeman who accepts the case to investigate and solve the case. The background of the story is set in France, and the protagonist is also a Frenchman.

At the end of the comic, it is vaguely explained that the boyfriend of the male protagonist is not a real boyfriend, but the second personality of the male protagonist, and the male protagonist's adoptive father is strong.The violent one is actually the hero himself.

This is also the most powerful part of the whole article. When the comic ended, it aroused heated discussions among many netizens.

Wen Yu double-checked the script. The plot of the movie seems to have interspersed two lines, and the background and basic settings of the story have also been changed to domestic.

The two lines are intertwined, and the plot direction is more likely to be confused.

The plot marked by Ji Lin hit the nail on the head, pointing out obvious logical loopholes.He also wrote a large paragraph of personal thoughts in the blank space, supplementing the slightly thin plot.

Wen Yu looked at the densely packed small characters on the script, and smiled with the corners of his mouth raised.

He closed the script and glanced at the cover.

The original name of the manga is "Xavier", which is directly named after the hero, and the movie is renamed "The Source of Murder".

Wen Yu couldn't help laughing, and thought to himself, isn't this a horror story about a pervert killing someone? To give such a high-profile fake Dakong name seems to look at how high his realm is.

Ji Lin plays the male lead, the role of Xavier.

Wen Yu imagined the Xavier in his mind, but still felt that Ji Lin was not suitable.

Although the character settings have been changed a lot, the core has not changed. He is just a pervert with a dual personality, stuck in the quagmire all day long and psychologically distorted.

Ji Lin looks too upright, with a little childish student air, which is the air that will be acquired after studying for a long time.

Wen Yu closed his eyes, tilted his head back slightly, and sketched the lines of Ji Lin's facial features in his mind.

——He has a tough appearance, but he is elegant, not like a pervert with a transvestite.

Wearing a mask all the time was a bit stuffy, Ji Lin covered his mouth with sweat, he took off the mask and wiped the sweat with a tissue.

Someone recognized Ji Lin.

"You, you, it's really you!" The fans were a little excited, covering their mouths and talking incoherently, "I've been watching you for a long time, but I haven't dared to come here, because I'm afraid I'll recognize the wrong person."

The fans stared at Ji Lin fiercely, stomping their feet in excitement, "Lin Lin, I, I, I am your fan. I know you are coming to France to watch the show today, but I didn't expect to meet you here..."

Ji Lin smiled lightly, put his fingers against his lips, and motioned her to keep her voice down.

"Hmm..." The fans covered their mouths to suppress their voices, screaming from the bottom of their hearts.

The fan asked in a low voice: "I, can I take a photo with you?"

Ji Lin was a little embarrassed, and said softly: "Now is my private schedule."

The fans understood and nodded: "I understand! Then can you sign me?"

"it is good."

Ji Lin signed autographs for fans and also wrote greetings.

The fans tremblingly held the to lottery, and shed tears from the bottom of their hearts for Ji Lin's beautiful and elegant font.

The fans said goodbye to Ji Lin.

"Are you a star?" The woman next to Ji Lin just now asked him.

Ji Lin put on the mask again, and said "hmm".

"No wonder." The woman laughed, "I just said that I look like a celebrity. I haven't been back to China for a long time, and I don't know much about the domestic entertainment industry."

While talking, a staff member put on gloves and removed the painting on the wall.

Ji Lin was startled, and asked in confusion, "Excuseme?"

The staff paused.

"What are you doing?" Ji Lin frowned slightly.

The staff looked at him suspiciously and said, "The paiting was bought."

Ji Lin was at a loss.

The woman on the side explained: "The works exhibited here can be sold on the spot."

Ji Lin was taken aback, seeing the staff remove the picture frame from the wall, and suddenly stopped him, "Iwannabuyit, too. Can Youtakemetothebuyer?"

The woman glanced at Ji Lin upon hearing this.

Ji Linfei talked a lot, and finally bought the painting at twice the price. The budget was overrun, and it still hurts a bit.

Ji Lin made his debut not long ago. Apart from filming a few dramas, he was still in school and didn't save much money.

Regardless of his family background, to put it bluntly, he is a poor graduate with a star title.

Twice the price plus the cost of shipping back to China, a painting is worth 20 yuan.

Ji Lin walked out of the exhibition hall leisurely, wondering if he was being too impulsive?

The staff caught up and stopped him: "Sir, you left the card behind."

The staff handed Ji Lin a card, which was a thank you letter.

Ji Lin took the card and glanced at it, and he understood that the money was for charity.

I felt relieved a lot, and even the prodigal became confident.

"Thank you." Ji Lin stuffed the card into his pocket.

The staff returned a smile: "My pleasure."

Ji Lin called Qin Jun: "Brother Qin, I bought a painting."

"painting?"

"Well, it cost 20."

"What?!" Qin Jun was drinking water, and almost spit out when he heard the words, "What painting is so expensive? Did you buy a painting by Van Gogh?"

Ji Lin couldn't help laughing: "Should I buy Van Gogh's draft for 20 yuan? This painting should be sent back to China in a few days, and I have to stay here for a few more days. Please collect it for me."

Qin Jun was more heartbroken than Ji Lin, hissed, and said: "...OK, but my little ancestor, why are you spending money like a joke."

Ji Lin also felt that he was a prodigal, so he comforted Qin Jun and comforted himself: "That money is used to donate to international charities."

Qin Jun is no better than Ji Lin, and his thinking is very realistic. He said, "Who knows that you are doing charity? If you are in a foreign country, I want to give you a whole wave of news and publicity. There is no channel."

"It's all the same." Ji Lin didn't take it seriously, "It's all donations anyway, by the way, you should ask Xiaoye to book an economy class ticket in the future."

Qin Jun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud: "As for what? You won't be blocked by fans if you fly economy class."

"It's better... save it." Ji Lin looked at his fingers, "I spent too much today."

"Oh, our Linlin is so cute." Qin Jun regarded Ji Lin as his own son, and he liked Ji Lin the most among all the people he brought, and kissed Ji Lin several times on the phone.

Qin Jun's actions are normal. Ji Lin was so embarrassed at first that he didn't talk to the manager for several days, but now he's used to it, and calmly said, "Brother Qin, I'm dead."

"In such a hurry to hang up? Is there something wrong?"

"Go and vomit for a while."

Before Qin Jun could complain, Ji Lin hung up the phone.

When Ji Lin opened Weibo, he found that there was an extra message about Aite who followed people in his message column. He didn't follow many people, so he would Aite——

Ji Lin opened the message.

[Will the rain will die]: @委林JL

Ji Lin stared at these four words for five seconds.

After recovering, Ji Lin hurriedly clicked on Weibo, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

Clicking in, it is Wen Yu's Weibo of "The Lagoon Nebula of Chasing Stars". Some fans asked about the inspiration for this episode in the comments.

[Heavy rain!Why did you suddenly change your style? !Are you in love? !Still lovelorn?What is the creative inspiration?Ask for a flop! 】

Jiang Yuda, who never replied to fans, flipped the fan's cards for the first time.

Wen Yu is just Aite and Ji Lin, and he doesn't bother to say a word of nonsense, fans understand in seconds——

The source of inspiration is Ji Lin.

Ji Lin stared at the phone screen without blinking, his mind was in a mess.

The fans on both sides were almost crazy. Ji Lin glanced at the comments, and the comment that Wen Yu had replied to had already been voted the most popular comment among the vast number of comments.

The replies under the comments are also quite lively.

[What happened just after waking up? !I was flopped? ? ?Me? ? ? ! 】

[I knew that Yu Da usually would spy on the screen!You spy boy! 】

[Question silently, who is Ji Lin? (Sincerely ask questions, fans don’t spray)]

[Fuck, what kind of character is this that has been flopped?I think this is Yuda's first reply to fans, right? 】

【Oh My God?The inspiration is Ji Lin?Just the little brother who played the role of the brother who died yesterday? 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

【I... seem to have thought of something (not)】

[The star-chasing Lagoon Nebula?Uh-huh?So you are the Lagoon Nebula itself? ? 】

【Wori, I'm so excited, why don't you tell me clearly, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh】

[To be honest, if Yuda shows his face, I think I can beat this pair of CP[doge/]]

[Knock off, Ji Linlin belongs to our preserved egg (fan name), let me see who would dare to make a mistake! ! [angry/][angry/][angry/][angry/]]

[Rainy Concern Season Is Coming? ? ! 】

[The watch list that has been empty for thousands of years is finally filled with people...]

Ji Lin found that there was one more person in Wen Yu's watch list, the only one, him.

What is this, the linkage between the original author and the actors before the filming started?

Ji Lin didn't dare to think too much, even though his thoughts were chaotic and his head was about to explode.

He seems to always be like that, doing things as he pleases, free and undisciplined.

Ji Lin read Wen Yu's updated short comic again.

My heart is blocked, but I don't understand its meaning.

Not to mention comics, even Wen Yu, Ji Lin has no idea about him.

Wen Yu was his one-sided first love, and also his same sex.The first enlightenment of love consciousness.

The startled glimpse that he accidentally broke into the studio, doomed him not to have a smooth future, until Wen Yu suddenly disappeared from his life without a sound.

Ji Lin guessed that Wen Yu no longer remembered that he had met him unexpectedly in the studio of the school for a very short time.

That was their first meeting.

It's just that when he had the opportunity to speak face to face later, Wen Yu had no impression of him.

Speaking of which, Wen Yu had already forgotten him twice.

Forgetfulness is really big enough.

Ji Lin stuffed his phone into his pocket and looked up at the clouds in the sky.

Falling in love at first sight is very superficial, but he knows the essence of it. He obviously doesn't understand him at all, but the admiration doesn't flow away over time.

The day before Ji Lin returned to China, Qin Jun received an international express shipment of watercolor paintings.

It was wrapped tightly, with three layers inside and three layers outside, so the original appearance of the express could not be seen at all.

Qin Jun sent Ji Lin a WeChat message: The Van Gogh you bought has arrived, should you let me go first or what?

Because of the jet lag, Ji Lin was probably sleeping, and it took a long time to reply.

-Ji Lin: Brother Qin, please help me send the painting home.

-Qin Jun: Cheng

A few seconds later, Ji Lin sent another message: You first take it apart and check to see if the painting is still intact.

-Qin Jun: Alright

The painting was a valuable item, and it was packed very tightly. Qin Jun took a lot of effort to remove the painting. After confirming that there was no problem, he reported to Ji Lin.

-Qin Jun: Everything is fine

- Ji Lin: Well, thank you Brother Qin.

Qin Jun looked at Ji Lin's news and smiled helplessly.

I've been working with Ji Lin for almost two years, and this kid is still the same as before, with extremely high self-cultivation, but he's a little alienated from him.

Qin Jun was worried about handing over the painting to his assistant, and planned to visit Ji Lin's house by himself.

The painting was packaged and airlifted directly from the art exhibition on the spot, and the frame was not even removed. The size is not small, as tall as half a person.

Qin Jun called his assistant to help, and the two walked out of the office holding the picture frame.

Wen Yu pressed the elevator button and stared at the elevator door in a daze.

It seems that I haven't felt this busy in a long time.

Wen Yu has been very busy recently, and has to go out every day to discuss with the screenwriter of "The Origin of Murder" and revise the script of the movie.

Ding--

The elevator door opened.

Qin Jun and his assistant carried one side of the picture frame with one hand, found a good angle, and walked out of the elevator.

Ji Lin's entertainment company is in the same building as the movie producer's film and television company.

Qin Jun has often met Wen Yu in the company these days, and greeted him with a smile: "Good morning, Teacher Wen Yu."

"Just ask me to make the rain." Wen Yu smiled politely.

It was Jiang Yu, not Wen Yu.

Qin Jun froze for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

Wen Yu turned sideways to make way for them.

When Qin Jun and his assistant walked out of the elevator carrying the picture frame, Wen Yu glanced out of the corner of his eye, and a familiar color came into his sight.

Wen Yu was startled.

"this painting--"

Qin Jun stopped, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yu stared at the painting for a few seconds, and after confirming that the painting was made by him, he shook his head: "It's nothing."

In the evening, Wen Yu went to drink in the wine cellar he often went to.

The sommelier pushed the goblet filled with red wine to him and smiled slightly: "It's been a long time."

"Busy." Wen Yu took a sip from his wine glass and asked, "Can I put some lemon slices in it?"

"No." The sommelier wiped the goblet with a cloth and said without raising his head.

Wen Yu sneered and said nothing.

He would ask this question every time he came back, but there was never any result.

At first, the sommelier thought he was sick, a madman who wasted money.

"Give me something that feels good recently." Wen Yu said while supporting his head.

"It's easy to get drunk if you mix it up."

"It's not like I haven't been drunk with you before."

"I'm not responsible for taking you home."

"Then throw me out the door." Wen Yu sat on the chair and spun around, his voice lazily.

The sommelier shook his head and laughed, and turned around to pick wine from the wine cabinet.

The phone rang, and Wen Yu took it out of his pocket.

The caller ID caught him by surprise.

--mom

How long has he not seen this word.

"Hello." Wen Yu connected the phone, pinched the stem of the glass with his fingers and turned the wine glass, "——Auntie."

The blurted address made the person on the other end of the phone fall silent for a while.

The title that had been changed nine years ago suddenly came out of Wen Yu's mouth, Qian Ying's heart was still trembling, and she couldn't help but feel sad.

Such a title is not a teenager's anger, but an almost heartless rationality.

Sometimes Qian Ying really annoys him with his rationality.

"I was just about to call you." Wen Yu's tone was normal.

Qian Ying took care of the paintings in France, and he wanted to ask about the painting in Qin Jun's hands this morning.

"Really?" Qian Ying smiled, "It's really rare."

"I want to ask you about that Neve painting..."

Before Wen Yu finished speaking, Qian Ying said, "I called to tell you this. The painting has already been sold, and the buyer is a handsome young guy."

Wen Yu was closing his eyes halfway, and flicked his eyelids.

"There is another interesting thing." Qian Ying paused, and said with a smile, "This handsome guy is a star."

Wen Yu's eyes were all opened.

He leaned on the bar and asked, "Do you have a picture?"

"Huh?" Qian Ying was surprised for a moment, but didn't react.

There was the sound of wine glasses clinking against the table behind him, the sommelier pushed the wine in front of him, Wen Yu turned around and took a sip from the wine glass, and he was sure that the handsome guy Qian Ying was talking about was Ji Lin.

He didn't ask for a photo in any other way, and asked half-jokingly, "Is it handsome?"

Wen Yu's tone was brisk, and he sounded in a good mood. Qian Ying also became happy, and said with a smile, "Handsome, even more handsome than you."

Wen Yu was slightly drunk, staring at the wine glass and smiling lightly.

"But he bought your painting and paid twice as much."

Wen Yu frowned: "What do you mean?"

Qian Ying mentioned the situation that day to Wen Yu, and Wen Yu didn't know how to feel after hearing it, so he felt like laughing.

So silly.

The sommelier looked up at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You seem to be in a good mood today."

"Was I in a bad mood before?" Wen Yu asked back.

The sommelier shrugged: "What do I do here if I'm in a good mood."

The bell on the door rang, a new guest came in, and the sommelier put on a professional smile: "Welcome."

The author has something to say: Some readers didn’t understand Xingyun’s cartoon, but it actually reflected Wen Yu’s heart (although he didn’t realize it himself).After the emotional line is clear in the later stage, if you substitute it again, everyone should be able to understand a little bit~