There’s No God in Show Business

Amid a thick layer of haze, City B's autumn at 5 am is still dark.

In the quiet and peaceful neighborhood, in front of the neat apartment buildings, the halo of yellow street lights has a hazy and dreamy feeling under the layers of haze. Two black and white business cars are waiting quietly.

"..."

"Ou ... Ouno God, this rude and simple risotto ... you ... if you don't mind, enjoy it!" Wang Fang raised his hands and buried his head in his shoulder socket. Excited and trembling.

Uno stared blankly at the portion of the omelet rice that was sealed and kept in a transparent crisper. The golden egg crust was wrapped in a semi-circular shape and poured with several curved red hot sauces. Although the packaging is simple, I have to admit that ... it still looks appetizing.

Wang Fang waited for a long time without getting a response. I don't know when he was so thin that he could see the disappointed expression on his chin's face. He just wanted to look up and take back the lunch box, but suddenly he felt empty. Wang Fang looked up sharply reflectively, and saw that Ou Nuo's handsome face was stained with a touch of gold because of the backlight, and his cold eyes were dark and deep. His face was always indifferent and indifferent.

The little fat man opened his mouth and just prepared to say something. Suddenly, Uno nodded and said, "Thank you."

"!"

He has died without regret all his life!

Onuo walked past a sad little fat man, pulled away the metal handlebar, lifted his slender legs and entered the car. As soon as he looked up, he saw a white tender round bun that looked appetizing.

"..."

Lin Xi saw Uno enter the car, put down his hand holding the bun, and put the last bun back into the transparent fresh-keeping box. He glanced down at the lunch box in Uno's hand, and saw the slightly gorgeous and complicated food for a moment, and then smiled, "Is it really good?"

Onomo silently squeezed the innocent and poor glass preservative box, his fingers squeezed the glass to make a "chirping" friction sound. He was silent and didn't answer, just when Lin Xi thought he might not get the answer, he said, "It's ... a blessing." The tone was inexplicable, with a bit of mournful tone.

Lin Xi, who hadn't figured out the situation at all, smiled, and took a little pride in his tone: "Wang Fang's greatest strength, I'm afraid this is the craft. I called him last night to let him do more for you Make a copy and tell him if you like anything in the next few days. "

"..." Onuo sat down silently, reached out to open the lunch box, and answered after a long time: "Do you like to eat ... buns?"

Lin Xi was importing the last round bun into the mouth. He reached out and pressed the window to ventilate, and said, "What? Look down on those of us who like traditional food?" The tone did not have the irony in the words, but brought a little make fun of.

Assistant Zhang looked into the rearview mirror and interjected, "Are you driving now?"

Onuo nodded: "Well, they're all in the back of the car. You drive first." After turning, he turned and watched Lin Xi draw a piece of tissue paper in the middle of the front seat to wipe himself. Slender fingers, eyes flashed, said: "I also like Chinese style." He paused, and added: "This time to go to the city for three days, the schedule of the shooting is very loose, do you want to go A stroll around the ancient street? "

Listening to his boss, who is famous for his boring language, he said so much at one time, Xiao Zhang couldn't help secretly glancing at Uno from the rear-view mirror, and saw the latter's restrained and deep eyes draped gently, Can't see any emotions. Xiao Zhang retracted his gaze with no results, and finally looked at Lin Xi curiously, his gaze swept away from that delicate and eye-catching face, and suddenly an idea was added to his mind—Mr. Fei, was also fascinated by color?

Lin Xi in the city had been there once to promote the movie, but never stayed. The city of s, with a history of thousands of years, has strong atmosphere and ancient style. There are several well-known Millennium streets in the country. On both sides of the narrow and long bluestone slab ancient street, there are many ancient shops, Chinese snacks and dim sums, and the Qingqing River flowing along the street has a special charming mood.

Lin Xi heard from Shu Shan's mouth yesterday that this time when Mv was shooting in s city, he had already thought about playing. Taking advantage of the fact that his face was not so famous, he naturally had to hurry and enjoy it. Shao Guang. As for whether he would be recognized, he never worried. He could dress up and go out for years after he became famous in his last life, but now it is not a problem.

"Well, I also mentioned it with Wang Fang. On the third day, I plan to visit one of the ancient streets."

The car was driving on the empty road in the thick of night, maybe it was too early, and there were few cars on the street, and the road went smoothly. Upon hearing this, Onuo flashed a hint of complexity in his eyes and said, "I want to go too."

Lin Xi was shocked, and then he turned his head seriously and looked at the amazing man beside him.

Onuo wore a dark black knit thin shirt with a light gray gown inside, a long black hair with a finger persuadedly covering his forehead, revealing a pair of deep and quiet eyes below. He was holding a gold-grained porcelain spoon in the fresh-keeping box and dug a piece of red and yellow omelet rice, looking calm and calm.

Lin Xi frowned slightly and asked straightforwardly, "What if the fans recognize it?"

Onuo's fame is very different from him. Even if he is recognized, it is probably at best to sign a few names, but if it is the other party ... I am afraid it is definitely a big riot.

There are no lights in the car, and the windows on both sides also hide the light from the outside due to the dark brown window stickers. Only the bright street lights are transmitted through the windshield, and the attenuation has been minimal when it reaches the back seat. Onuo gently scratched the corners of his lips in the dark. Where no one could see, those obsidian-like eyes curved a nice arc, saying, "Run."

"..."

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It rarely took less than an hour from the East Third Ring Road to the airport. When everyone got out of the car, the day was not yet bright, and there was only a light white belly in the east.

With a dark gray sports cap and a pair of black reflective sunglasses that almost covered most of his face, Lin Xi got out of the car after being fully armed. Just a few steps after he walked, he saw a tall and erect figure came to his front. The face of a handsome man such as David was covered with only a pair of black sunglasses, without any awareness of being a public person.

Lin Xi suddenly felt an unpleasant premonition, and he followed the words of Onuo into the airport silently.

However, what happened next seemed to completely subvert their past perception.

Although it was still dark outside, the whole city was still asleep. However, the Capital Airport is constantly lit all night, and the lights are bright. Passengers coming and going are either eager to register or sit leisurely in the waiting room to wait for registration, but no one comes forward to ask for a signature or take a photo.

not a single one!

But if no one finds Onuo and Lin Xi, it is absolutely impossible.

On their way to the waiting room, people on both sides of the road kept picking up their mobile phones and cameras to take pictures, and their faces were full of excitement and joy, and some of them talked with their peers while pointing.

But even in this case, no one stepped forward to interrupt their progress.

The tacit understanding was weird.

Wang Fang dragged his large suitcase and trot all the way to keep up with everyone. The flesh that had been reduced from his body swayed slightly with his movements, and even when the temperature was low, he was tired and sweaty. The little fat man turned his gaze and saw a group of people holding their mobile phones to shoot, but stopped like five meters away, without approaching a trace.

Wang Fang made a strange "snap", accelerated his pace and ran to the middle of the large army. He stopped beside Ji Chengshu and whispered, "Ji, why don't these fans come up to sign?"

Ji Chengshu, in a coffee-colored minimalist suit, was also surprised. He turned around and looked around. Sure enough, he saw a large group of fans surrounded by their way forward, but they all held their breath and kept silent. Taking a picture of a brain.

"Probably too excited?" Ji Chengshu guessed.

Zhao Xian, pulling a small black suitcase, laughed out loud after hearing Ji Chengshu's words. After hearing the laughter, Ji Chengshu and Wang Fang turned their heads and looked at Zhao Xian. The latter had a playful smile on his elegant face, saying, "You do n’t even know if the fat man does n’t know, you do n’t know the old season? Do you remember the stampede that occurred at the Miguel National Airport seven or eight years ago?"

After listening to this, Wang Fang shook his head. However, Ji Chengshu remembered it a little bit, and he frowned confusedly, and asked, "What's wrong with this?"

U.S. National Airport has always been strictly forbidden in public order and has complete facilities. Its daily traffic exceeds 100,000, but it has never been out of trouble. The only stain left in its glorious history is probably the stampede incident seven or eight years ago. Although it did not cause irreparable consequences, it caused minor injuries to dozens of people, and it caused a sensation all over the world.

When the party arrived at the security checkpoint and lined up, Zhao Xian loosened the lever, and the lightweight suitcase stood firmly on the smooth white tile. He smiled helplessly and said, "That time, Arnold was nominated for the best actor in the Golden Ring Award. Although he did not win, he made a fork on the way back. I didn't expect fans in the rice country would be so crazy, Ah Nuo's schedule was not known how it was leaked. At least nearly 10,000 people came to the airport to send Arnold to the airport. Later, a fan wanted to reach for Arnold's clothing corner, and his body was too inclined to fall. Out of control, so there was that stampede. "

Lin Xi was in front of the team, always listening to the movement behind him. After hearing Zhao Xian's words, he hesitated for a long while, then immediately turned to look at Onuo. I saw the other person happened to take off the large sunglasses, and also lowered his eyes to look at himself.

Immediately between the throats, Lin Xi glanced aside immediately.

"The stomping event was actually caused by a fan giving off?" Ji Chengshu asked aloud, his face was full of surprise, and he said, "Why didn't the cause of such a major event be reported?"

The crowd slowly moved forward, Zhao Xian spread his hands, sighed, and said to Ji Chengshu, "I remember that you were only a little assistant at that time, so I don't know if it should be. At that time, Arnold was abroad. The foundation of the company has just been stabilized. Although this kind of fault cannot be blamed on his head, it will definitely affect his future. So the company has deliberately put a lot of effort into smoothing out media opinion, so there are not many people who know it. "

Gasping, Wang Fang asked grinningly: "What does this have to do with no one signing now?"

"Hey, you little fat man." Zhao Xian smiled cheerfully, "Although the cause of the accident was not reported, Ano held a press conference at that time, and urged fans not to block themselves at the airport and other public places. . Alas, Arnold, I remember that you seemed to be scolded for a while after the conference? The fans also lost a lot, saying that you are too big and incompatible, haha. "

Upon hearing this, Onuo raised an eyebrow, and gave a cold glance at Zhao Xian's gloating glance. His thin lips lightly said, "You talk too much."

Zhao Xian hummed inadvertently, and said in a bland language: "You are so pitiful to your fans. I look at the comments on the official website and Weibo that fans ask you for a squeak every day, you say other Which celebrity is not thinking about how to increase the exposure rate, you have no news for ten and a half months, and you want to hide in the world. Alas, it's too sad to be your fan ... uh ... "

Before Zhao Xian's words were finished, I suddenly saw the three or four little girls in the team next to wide open slick eyes, staring at him fiercely, with sharp eyes and a "shy" expression. Zhao Xian was stunned, and frankly retracted his eyes and lined up.

Seeing this, Lin Xi couldn't help but chuckled and just heard a whisper of discussion in the line.

"We just like the big god, and we still need him to control it? Huh, he is the trivial agent of the legendary big god, who manages the east and west?"

"That's it! Our **** group loves Tiantian's online message and begs the gods, and we are not allowed to mourn ourselves."

"Hmm! He must be the mother-in-law's agent, and it's really a bad mold for him for eight years!"

...

"..." Zhao Xian, who has always been self-proclaimed with dedication and love of the post, finally petrified after hearing the words "mother-in-law and mother", only feeling an arrow in her lap. After a long time, his unruly heart gradually warmed up, and he wept a face, complaining: "Ano! Manage your fans! They actually attacked me!"

There was a playful smile on Uno's lips. He gently glanced at Zhao Xian and said slightly, "Let you talk more."

As soon as the words fell, I saw Wang Xiaofat holding a rolling belly, smiling back and forth: "Hahahaha, stealing chicken can't be counter-etched! Hahaha!"

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