Isn't it good to get married before dumping?

Wen Yuan couldn't figure out why brother Dao loved him so much, so he had to help him tidy up his things from time to time to repay him.

One afternoon, Wen Yuan just rushed to the set from the hotel. There was a drag racing scene in the afternoon, but the car he was originally using had two tires in a row.

Zhou Jianan and Wai Wai were still on the set and did not come back, Lu You did not come to the set, Wen Yuan was also idle, so he accompanied Brother Dao to the warehouse to pick up a few things.

The warehouse was originally converted from a food processing factory next to the village. It has a large area, and only half of the space is used by the crew. There are all kinds of weird things in case of emergencies.

Wen Yuan followed Brother Dao to the innermost part.

"Xiaoyuan, can you find something for me yourself? A bundle of small steel pipes should be wrapped in kraft paper."

Wen Yuan said yes, followed Brother Dao's instructions to look for it in the corner, and found it after rummaging through two big boxes for a while.

The warehouse was stuffy, and Wen Yuan was covered in sweat.

Brother Dao is familiar with the warehouse, and his speed is much faster than that of Wen Yuan. When Wen Yuan is looking for something, he has already found everything.

When he was about to walk to the exit, Wen Yuan was attracted by a large piece of black flannelette. Although he didn't see what was inside, according to Wen Yuan's experience, he felt that there was a high probability that it was a few statues.

Jian Wenyuan looked back several times, and Brother Dao asked him, "Want to see it?"

Wen Yuan was afraid to trouble him, so he said: "No, I'll take a look."

"Ouch, you want to see these two words written all over your face," Brother Dao said, put down the thing in his hand, and stretched out his hand to yank it hard.

"Dangdang...cough, cough, cough."

There was no one to take care of the warehouse for more than a month, and the flannelette was very easy to accumulate dust. Brother Dao made such a move, and the sky was filled with dust.

Wen Yuan was standing beside him, and was even slapped in the face. Even though he quickly covered his mouth and nose, he still inhaled a lot of dust.

"Damn," Brother Dao kicked the flannel aside, and the two waited for a while before they could see the sculpture in front of them clearly.

There is a male character crawling, he is not wearing any clothes, and behind him are several solemn male characters.

The characteristic is that except for those crawling on the ground, the body proportions of other people are out of balance, which is a kind of metaphor.

Wen Yuan was busy looking at the sculpture, ignoring his physical discomfort, and when he realized it, he already felt a little difficult to breathe.

"Xiaoyuan, why is your neck so red?" Brother Dao took a closer look, and the dense red spots formed a large plaque.

Wen Yuan immediately realized that he might be allergic, and dust was his biggest allergen.

"I may be allergic, let's go back soon."

Brother Dao didn't know how to deal with it at all. He watched the plaques on Wen Yuan's body getting more and more darker, and felt that he had caused a catastrophe.

This is Zhou Canaan's wife!

Wen Yuan has been allergic many times, but he doesn't panic. He still has medicine in his bag, or he can go directly to the hospital. In short, he is not afraid if there are people around him.

"I'll just go back and take some medicine. It shouldn't be too... serious."

"Ah-ah-help!"

Not far away, the staff members who were gathering for smoking came over in a hurry, and when they saw Wen Yuan fainted on the ground, they became angry immediately, rolling up their sleeves and shouting: "Where's the person?!"

Brother Dao yelled 120, glanced at the warehouse, and indicated that these people were from the warehouse.

Who knew that those few people took a look, picked up a guy who was in their hands, and ran to the warehouse in unison, shouting: "Chasing!!!"

Wen Yuan woke up on the way to the hospital, and he lay on Zhou Jianan's lap.

"Are you awake?" Zhou Canaan asked, heaving a sigh of relief.

After Wen Yuan was carried into the car, Zhou Jianan first wiped his body with a wet towel to wipe off the dust and then lowered the temperature of the air conditioner. After a while, the spots on Wen Yuan's body faded a lot.

That was the emergency the doctor had told him to do.

Wen Yuan moved his neck, "Why did I faint again..."

He looked annoyed as if he disliked someone. He struggled to sit up and found that the nanny's car was driving on the road: "You don't need to go to the hospital, just take some medicine."

Zhou Jianan dared to bet that he would wake up on his own, and ran to the hospital while emergency.

"Scared me, I'd better go to the hospital for insurance,"

Originally, Zhou Jianan had just come back from the set with half of his make-up on, and someone ran over to say that Wen Yuan had been beaten up, and the villain ran away.

He ran to the warehouse with a steel pipe in his hand, only to find out that he was allergic. Brother Dao told him what happened before, but the whole crew was misrepresented by those buddies, and they became rumors. Far away in the warehouse was attacked.

Wen Yuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this, especially seeing that Zhou Jianan was still wearing an injured outfit, his left ear was covered with plasma, and his hair was also dried up in strands of plasma, so he stretched out his hand and tapped him on the face

"sticky."

Zhou Jianan smiled: "Is it still itchy? Why are you going to the warehouse?"

"A little bit," Wen Yuan touched his neck, checked his reflection in the car window, and only after confirming that the problem was not serious did he remember that he had something to say at that time.

"We saw a group sculpture in the warehouse, what is it used for?"

Zhou Jianan was confused, why did he start mentioning sculptures.

"It should be the set of the penultimate scene of the 7th scene. It is the yard where I and Li Ju finally confronted each other, because me and... No, what happened to the group sculpture?"

"Is it Manny Pacquiao's work?"

Zhou Jianan: "No...well, if you are talking about a very powerful artist, otherwise you can't put it in that warehouse."

Wen Yuan nodded in agreement and scratched his neck: "The style and structure are so similar, if I say it is made according to his work, I will believe it. Is there any risk of plagiarism?"

Zhou Jianan said that he would ask the people in the props team what happened when he went back, and the most urgent thing is to go to the hospital first.

In order to avoid being recognized by others, both Zhou Jianan and Wen Yuan wore masks, and went to the emergency room with Wen Yuan's ID card crookedly.

As soon as the two sat down in the waiting area of ​​the lobby, they attracted the attention of others.

Zhou Canaan felt a little uncomfortable and tightened his mask.

At this time, two nurses walked by. They didn't see Zhou Jianan and Wen Yuan at first, but the people next to them were all looking at them, and the nurse couldn't help taking a look.

"ah!"

Now it's all right, everyone is looking this way.

Wen Yuan thought it was Zhou Jianan who was recognized, subconsciously waved his hand and said no.

The little nurse came over and said, "Go to the emergency room and get bandaged!"

Wen Yuan: "It's okay, I'm allergic."

"His ears are rotten, what's the matter?" The little nurse pointed to Zhou Jianan and said.

Only then did Wen Yuan realize that everyone had been looking at the two of them because Zhou Jianan still had blood on his face, and he just wiped it off with a wet tissue, but not much was wiped off.

Zhou Jianan couldn't help but smile bitterly. After touching his left ear, he reached out to the nurse: "It's not real blood, it's plasma."

The people around stretched their necks to look this way, and suddenly an aunt's voice came out from the crowd: "Are you Zhou Jianan?"

He didn't expect to be recognized so quickly, Zhou Canaan didn't admit it or say no, he dragged Zhou Canaan away after saying something sorry.

Meeting Wai Wai who came back from the appointment, Zhou Jianan stretched out his big hand and grabbed Wai Wai's fisherman's hat and put it on Wen Yuan's head.

Wai Wai dared not speak out, straightened his bangs, and took the two of them to the emergency room.

Although it was explained on the spot that the blood on the face was plasma, but the photos quickly spread on social networks, and major marketing accounts began to write stories based on these photos.

From Zhou Jianan's injury while filming to the actor and her husband having a big fight.

Wen Yuan was lying on the bed, looking at the outrageous rumors on Weibo and fans' love for his brother everywhere, he sighed and laughed until his whole body trembled.

"Don't move." Zhou Jianan knelt beside Wen Yuan and was applying ointment to his back.

Wen Yuan turned his head: "How can it be spread so outrageously, it's so funny."

Zhou Jianan didn't care about this at first, but after hearing Yuan's words, he had a plan: "Do we have to spread a rumor or something?"

Wen Yuan said: "Didn't Wai Wai say that sister Kaye asked a publicist to deal with it?"

But Zhou Jianan still ignored Sanqi 21 and grabbed the phone, held hands with Wen Yuan and patted their arms, and this time it was finally accompanied by a copy.

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After posting, I leaned against the bedside and began to reply to fans' comments, and blocked some ugly ones from time to time.

I am replying to the message with great enthusiasm, thank you for a phone call.

Zhou Jianan simply opened the door: "Why?"

A letter of thanks: "Is your wife better?"

Zhou Jianan: "No, I feel uncomfortable and roll all over the bed."

Wen Yuan coughed a little embarrassed when he heard Xie Yifeng call himself that, and casually grabbed Zhou Jianan's script by his pillow to read.

"Okay, let the props team apologize to him tomorrow. By the way, didn't you tell me about the group sculpture? I'll check it out, and there's really something wrong with it. Guess what?"

Canaan Zhou: "I guess you've been tricked, it's Manny Pacquiao's work."

Thank you for a letter: "How do you know? Absolutely, where can I find a group sculpture that is not plagiarized, sharp and not too expensive in such a short time?"

"Director Xie, I have something to confess to you."

Wen Yuan listened to the conversation between the two with his ears pricked up, flipping through the script casually, it was densely packed with Zhou Jianan's remarks.

Zhou Jianan: "My wife does this professionally."

Xie wrote a letter thinking that Zhou Canaan was joking, until he saw the picture sent by Zhou Canaan.

Although there are no group sculptures in Wen Yuan's current works, the style is very close to Xie Yifeng's, dark, sharp and vibrant.

While chatting with Xie Yipeng, Zhou Jianan observed Wen Yuan's reaction, and saw that he was secretly laughing when Xie Yipeng praised his work.

At the end of the topic, Xie asked a key question.

"How much for this thing?"

Zhou Jianan: "Then you have to ask him."

Xie Fengfeng was drinking beer on the balcony, scratching his head in distress: "I dare not, I always feel that my words can easily scare him, like a little hamster."

Wen Yuan and Zhou Jianan looked at each other.

Wen Yuan didn't think he could be perfect for this job, but he had to admit that he really wanted to try, and the troublesome things around him were gradually resolved. Thanks to the letter, he seemed to have come to the fourth level of Maslow's hierarchy of needs. .

respect and need.

If I work harder, can I go up to another level?

Wen Yuan leaned over to the microphone of Zhou Canaan's mobile phone: "I want 12 yuan, Director Xie, I want to treat Canaan to eat cute food."

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