Dust's Perjury

The break room is full of scripts and fast food trash bags.

Wu Chen watched the staff gorge on junk food, but could only silently eat salad alone, it was extremely pitiful.

But helplessly, the photogenic beauty is directly proportional to the skinny and inhumane. There is really no beautiful artist in the world who eats whatever he wants.

Wu Chen lost his appetite, and suddenly threw the box on the coffee table: "What are these scripts written in? It's a mess. Acting is also a waste of time."

Ning Xu was helpless: "They are all the best IPs. Even if you go to other film and television companies to get new ones, the quality is similar."

Wu Chen bit the straw and drank half a can of avocado milkshake: "Forget it, let me think about it again, hurry up and book the ticket to Hangzhou next week."

Ning Xu hurriedly followed suit.

Wu Chen fell down on the sofa tiredly and let out a long sigh.

I don't know if Wang Xu decided to go out of his way last year, agreeing to almost all the variety shows available in the market for Wu Chen.

It made it so that no matter what video website the audience logs on to or what program they choose, they can always see the shadow of this Wu singer.

Although this is indeed a good way to make money in a short period of time, overexposure not only consumes artists, but also easily causes boredom reactions.

That's why Wu Chen started to study the announcement himself, trying to find some more time to come up with a decent work.

Seeing that Mr. Wu no longer needs help, the other assistants who accompanied him bid farewell and disappeared.

Only the loyal Ning Xu was left by his side: "At the banquet a few days ago, Brother Wen Mu came looking for you, didn't he introduce any good characters to you?"

Wu Chen said: "He is capable, how could he take the initiative to cooperate with newcomers, after all, he doesn't need to borrow anyone's fame."

Ning Xu nodded.

Wu Chen stroked his chin and said, "Ask me if there are any other reliable scripts. If you can push away the useless work, you can push it all out. I plan to spend more time on this summer album."

Ning Xu didn't let go of his student spirit, he didn't know what kind of conflict the big star in front of him had with Wang Zhi, so he could only obey all the arrangements obediently.

Wu Chen got up: "The interview tonight may have to be postponed a little bit. I'll have dinner with my dad and try to get there on time."

Ning Xu nodded.

Wu Chen lowered his head, turned off the running game on his phone, and strode out the door.

What is it like to have a son who is an idol? Wu Chen's father, Wu Yuqi, can share this question on social platforms.

He focused on his family and work, and originally didn't restrict Wu Chen's thoughts too much.

Whether it's going to a music school or going to a Korean entertainment company to study, I followed my son's impulse.

Who would have thought that Wu Chen would become a well-known star within just over a year after returning to China.

It is often asked about causing Wu Yuqi to socialize outside, and it is a bit tiresome.

This day, he managed to get rid of his current wife and daughter, and had a clean meal with Wu Chen alone.

After the meeting, Wu Yuqi couldn't help but cliche: "Chenchen, you can play like this for two years, but you don't need to be an artist all the time. First, let's not talk about hard work, and second,—"

Wu Chen asked: "Did you lose your privacy?"

Wu Yuqi stopped talking immediately, after all, his love for his son was not rich, and there was no reason to force him.

Wu Chen flipped through the menu and ordered a cup of oolong tea: "I have a sense of proportion, and I will never mention you to the media."

Wu Yuqi stopped this topic and coughed lightly: "If you need help, call Dad anytime, and see that you have lost weight recently."

"Come on, I can't stand Aunt Ruo's eyes." Wu Chen raised his stepmother and immediately waved his hands, then put both hands on the table and said seriously, "Dad, I want to tell you something serious today."

Wu Yuqi raised his eyebrows.

Wu Chen announced: "I want to fall in love."

Wu Yuqi thought he had done something wrong, and couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "You should also be at this age, spend less time on video games, it's fine to be with a suitable girl, just be careful."

After saying that, Bi, the father who thought he was reasonable, drank his coffee.

Wu Chen didn't hesitate at all: "It's not a girl, he's a man."

Wu Yuqi's coffee suddenly choked into his trachea, and he hurriedly found a napkin to wipe his mouth.

Wu Chen explained: "I didn't think I was gay before. I was very happy to see cute girls, and now I don't have any thoughts on other guys, but... well, that's it, I met a special people."

Wu Yuqi was still in shock, and his face became serious: "Do you know what you are talking about? Don't even assume that this was discovered by reporters. Even if your mother heard it, she would not tolerate it!"

"That's why I was the first to tell Dad." Wu Chen's attitude was very serious: "I've already thought it through very clearly, now let's keep a low profile, and when I have a stable financial foundation and career, I will have nothing to do with anyone. I'm afraid, besides, I really don't plan to sing songs for the rest of my life, sooner or later I will retire one day."

Wu Yuqi was a playboy when he was young, and Wu Chen's biological mother was his second wife. Although the current marriage is fairly stable, it cannot be said that it is absolutely clean outside.

It is difficult for such a person to be dignified when facing their children.

Sure enough, Father Wu's final answer sounded ambiguous: "You can figure it out for yourself. You have to think of the worst outcome in everything, so that you can leave room for yourself."

In just one late winter, Lin Sha's house became Wu Chen's most familiar place.

In the middle of the night, carrying a guitar and schoolbag on his back, he sneaked up again: "Mr. Lin, let me in quickly."

Lin Sha showed his face depressed: "I'm going to rest."

"The sofa can take me in too!" Wu Chen immediately squeezed into the door, pulled off his mask and smiled, "The notice for these two days has been cancelled, so I'm here to gain favorability."

Lin Sha turned the wheelchair to the center of the living room: "Who told you? If you bother me, you can gain your favorability?"

Wu Chen raised the guitar: "But I wrote a new song."

Lin Sha was stunned, then lowered his head and said, "Isn't there a new composer to guide you?"

Wu Chen took off his coat and carefully took out the guitar: "This time I wrote it seriously, and I won't change it no matter who teaches me, I just want you to listen to it."

After finishing speaking, he showed a sunny smile: "The inspiration came because I was thinking of Teacher Lin."

Lin Sha was slightly stunned, and suddenly stepped forward with difficulty to support Wu Chen's wrist: "You, don't waste time on me."

Wu Chen said seriously: "I don't think there is any waste. Even if you still don't accept me after hesitation, at least I think liking the teacher is a very happy thing in itself-although life is still living meaninglessly every day, but when you think of Everything I have seen, if I can share it with you, everything will be different, isn't that good?"

Lin Sha frowned: "But what can I give you?"

Wu Chen froze for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand to poke his dimple, and gently pulled out a smile: "Give me this is enough."