Don't Pick Up Boyfriends From The Trash - Chap 8
Under the power of the drug, Xiaochi Chi falls asleep and dreams about what happened before he came here.
He is an actor, not a bad mix. 26 years old that year won two international A awards, a male lead and a male supporting, the three gold trophies of the domestic film, he was 25 years old before he took all over.
However, show business is a circle after all.
Ling Nanguo, a leading photographer in the industry, is a close friend of Xiaochi Chi’s acting career and the famous screenwriter Guangren Sun.
The niece of an acquaintance of Ling Nan Guo wanted to do a play, so she approached Xiaochi Chi in a roundabout way.
Xiaochi Chi has undertaken this task because he wants to repay Sun’s love, because the theater is located in his hometown, and because he has a free period of time.
When he arrived at the theater, Xiaochi Chi took off his sunglasses: “This theater is still so old and dilapidated.”
Xiaochi Chi’s mouth has gotten him into a lot of trouble, and his manager has been conditioned by his unconcerned exclamations to speak up skillfully to help Xiaochi Chi: “Old and strong, old and strong.”
Xiaochi Chi’s father took Chi’s mother to the movies when she was young.
As for the firmness, Xiaochi Chi has the most say.
At the official performance, thanks to the blessing of aging decoration, Xiaochi Chi gave a chandelier smashed into the world.
Xiaochi Chi woke up from his dream.
Just now in the dream, he was hit by a chandelier for an infinitely longer period of time.
Lying upside down amidst the debris of the crystal chandelier, Xiaochi Chi felt like a box of soft drinks that had been cracked open, and the blood pulsed out of her body.
It’s a good thing it’s a dream and you can’t feel the pain.
People in the theater probably didn’t expect to see such a rare spectacle when they bought tickets to come, and they all got up from their seats, some stepped on the stools and pulled out their cell phones to take pictures.
Xiaochi Chi lying on the ground, thinking, you guys feel free to shoot, I died and possessed in the photo, and crawl out in the middle of the night to talk to you about life, scared you guys count me lost.
He lay on the ground and craned his neck, which he could no longer feel.
The layout design of the old theater is not a small problem, there are several load-bearing pillars happen to block the view of the audience behind the pillar seats, to crane the neck to barely see the stage, so the price of the seats behind the pillar is much cheaper than other seats.
He saw a pair of ten-year-old siblings peering at a pillar in the southeast corner, looking at him curiously.
Xiaochi Chi’s eyes widened.
The scene in front of his eyes faded and clear, the faces of the two watching children changed and became two half-grown teenagers, poking their heads behind that column, looking at the sudden accident with confusion and unease.
Xiaochi Chi moved his fingers and mumbled wordlessly, “…… Lou.”
The girl still wanted to see, the parents behind the drink, the boy from the back of the head to block the girl’s eyes, took her away.
Xiaochi Chi’s teeth fought straight: “Lou, don’t go. Don’t go.”
He didn’t know where he got the strength to struggle out halfway from under the broken lamp, and then woke up.
Xiaochi Chi woke up with a long, thin cigarette in his mouth, not lit, holding his lips pursed.
The system said, “It’s 3:30. You’ve only been asleep for four hours.”
Xiaochi Chi said, “Sleep my ass, get up and get high.”
System: “……” is finished, not enough awareness, has gone crazy.
Xiaochi Chi suggested, “Let’s order a movie and watch it together.”
The system said helplessly, “It’s bedtime.”
Xiaochi Chi jumped out of bed, “It’s dawn when I wake up.”
System: “……” Okay.
Jian Cheng is very thoughtful about his brother.
The two hundred square foot apartment has all the amenities and many thoughtful tips added to it.
For example, a sticky note was posted on the wine cabinet: “Bring your friends to drink can, the lower three compartments of wine at your disposal, the middle two compartments of wine you can drink, the upper two compartments of wine is my collection, dare to drink it and break your legs.”
Xiaochi Chi smiled, tore off all the sticky notes, folded them into a pile, opened Yuan Cheng’s wallet, organized them one by one, and deposited them in it, as if to keep them as a souvenir.
The system noticed his movement and his heart moved slightly.
In the real world, “The Cape Murder” made Xiaochi Chi an overnight sensation, but within two months, Xiaochi Chi was caught up in a scandalous quagmire.
— In an interview, Xiaochi Chi’s parents accused him of not supporting his parents.
Xiaochi Chi became famous when the Internet had just become popular, and people were just beginning to appreciate the benefits of anonymity on the Internet, but they did not yet have the awareness to distinguish the authenticity of all kinds of information.
Xiaochi Chi because of unfilial piety, in various BBS and forum was scolded to the end of the body, and even because of this matter once became a regular guest of various entertainment media, during which a variety of verbal criticism, spittle, can be described as a fishy storm.
At that time, everyone thought Xiaochi Chi was finished.
But ten months later, Xiaochi Chi starred as the lead actor in the movie “72 Hours of Awesome”, which became the biggest selling film of the year.
Xiaochi Chi, who was knocked off the pedestal, rose quickly, and the endorsements that had been broken gradually returned to – spring.
In an interview after “72 Hours” became a hit, the host asked Xiaochi Chi about the scandalous incident some time ago.
Xiaochi Chi, who previously refused to mention it publicly on any of her shows, made an exception and said, “I’ve been sending money to my parents every month since I started making money. I still have the bank statements here.”
The host was amazed: “So they ……”
“My dad gambled.” Xiaochi Chi says. Xiaochi Chi says, “He gambled almost all the money I got from my performance of ‘The Cape. I helped him plug the hole, but he was still gambling and asked me how much money I would get for acting in ’72 Hours. I turned them down and said I would pay them monthly in the future, but they …… didn’t seem very satisfied.”
At this point, Xiaochi Chi paused to allow time for the host and the audience to reflect and rethink.
The host originally asked the question casually, not expecting to get Xiaochi Chi’s reply at all, not to mention that the truth is actually like this, “Then why didn’t …… explain it some time ago?”
“I was shooting a movie during that time.” Xiaochi Chi smiled, but his expression was cold and calm that he shouldn’t have had at that age, “Besides, everyone seems to be happy to see negative news about the star. Would anyone listen to me if I explained at that time?”
No wonder people who hate Xiaochi Chi hack him for his deep heart.
Not everyone can endure ten months of insults and abuse, pressing themselves to a low point before gently hitting this one-two punch of a king bomb.
Not everyone can do so, dare to lightly in front of the public, the birth of their parents of the old bottom of the lift a bottom. The fact is that you can’t talk about the hardships, not the grace of birth, just the facts.
Even Xiaochi Chi’s parents didn’t think their son would go so far.
If you don’t move, you can move like a thunderbolt, a move down, there is no room for maneuvering.
Overnight, public opinion completely reversed, and the sharp-tongued pen turned on Xiaochi Chi’s parents.
There was no one to guide 19-year-old Xiaochi Chi on how to handle the situation.
It took him ten months, however, to successfully sever the connection with his bloodsucker family, and since then his parents have not had the face or the guts to pester him.
But in this encounter, there are many questions that remain unanswered.
After six years, Xiaochi Chi is back on the same talk show, with the same host as before.
She asked him, “July, have you ever thought about that incident with your parents back then, and if there was no 72 Hours of Fright, what would your future path in film and television be like? Would it have gone silent?”
July is the English name of Xiaochi Chi.
Xiaochi Chi, wearing a turtleneck sweater, leaned on one elbow on the side of the soft sofa and laughed: “No. There’s no 72 Hours, there’s 36 Hours, there’s 24 Hours.”
With six years of precipitation, Xiaochi Chi is just like this fine sweater that he wears with a slightly old color, detached, cold, but with a precious texture that is hard to erase.
The hostess gazed at him admiringly, “That confident?”
Xiaochi Chi replied, “Because it’s me, it’s there.”
Before Xiaochi Chi’s two sleeping pills wear off, 061 just made up his talk show here.
Through Xiaochi Chi’s smiling and laughing demeanor, 061 sees Yuan Cheng sitting in a congee store a few days ago, wrapped in an old down jacket, quietly biting into the side of a bun.
At that time, his eyes were gentle and mixed with a little soft and clueless bewilderment.
061 Thinking of that look, the heart vaguely a little numb and crispy.
Why did he go that far in running his own family when he clearly cared about family?
Xiaochi Chi is certainly not responsible for answering his questions.
He mashed up the big projector in the living room, went and squeezed another glass of vegetable juice, and hunkered down in the couch, drinking it while fiddling with the remote control.
He said, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a movie with someone.”
Before 061 could say anything, Xiaochi Chi said, “Oh, you’re not human.”
061: “……” is also right.
Xiaochi Chi : “That’s fine. What do you want to see?”
061: “Listen to you.”
Xiaochi Chi laughed: “Ouch, quite considerate. You sound like a spoiled girlfriend. You must be quite popular with your AI.”
061: “It’s okay.”
There’s nothing wrong with 061. He is mild-mannered, always used as a spiteful emotional trash can by other AIs, and is indeed quite popular.
He quickly added, “But the total system does not have an intimacy mode for the AI. There is only pure friendship between our AIs.”
Xiaochi Chi tapped the remote control button to choose a movie: “Really no pursuit. If you don’t have the conditions, you can create them. You have 0 and 1, right?”
061: “……”
He reacted for a moment, then felt his ears and mind tarnished.
Xiaochi Chi chose a horror movie and dimmed the light in the living room by hand.
At first 061 reminded him: “You turn down the sound, it’s still sleep time, don’t disturb the neighbors.”
“It’s very well insulated.” Xiaochi Chi said. Xiaochi Chi doesn’t care, “Unless I move a drill to drill for oil here now, no one will complain.”
He was full of words, but once the horror music of the opening credits started, Xiaochi Chi immediately dropped the volume from 40 all the way down to 20.
After two minutes of watching, Xiaochi Chi’s teeth started to fight.
061: “…… you scared?”
Xiaochi Chi : “Bullshit.”
061: “…… Don’t look if you’re afraid.”
Xiaochi Chi shielded his eyes with a cup: “I only watch it when I have company.”
The system sighs, not quite understand the psychology of the more you fear the more you see.
However, he fine-tuned the thermostat system in Xiaochi Chi’s body and adjusted the amount of cold sweat so that he would not be uncomfortable.
For the next hour and a half, he became Xiaochi Chi’s live announcer.
“The ghost didn’t come out, don’t worry, keep your eyes open. …… I’m not going to lie to you.”
“At this pace, the heroine will be fine when she turns back, and then turn around when the ghost is about to come out, eyes closed.”
Xiaochi Chi fell asleep on the couch with her eyes open and closed.
061 said softly: “Wake up, go back to bed, sleep on the sofa is easy to catch a cold.”
Xiaochi Chi gave a low grunt and rolled over, curling up in a ball with the thin blanket.
061: “…… ugh.”
A short while later, a dark shadow emerged in front of the sofa.
The tall young man in white and black pants leaned down and took Xiaochi Chi into his arms with the blanket.
Xiaochi Chi stiffened violently and opened his eyes quickly.
061 is a little embarrassed, but Xiaochi Chi closes his eyes again after looking at him steadily for a moment.
Xiaochi Chi thought, “I’m dreaming again, and this time it’s a good dream.
…… can’t ask Lou to find out he found him, or he’ll be gone again.
061 waited for a while and found Xiaochi Chi seemingly asleep again, before slowly carrying him into the bedroom.
Xiaochi Chi’s little life here is quite prosperous, but Baihua Yang’s side is very disturbed.
Baihua Yang returned home exhausted, but there was no hot soup, only a cold pot and cold stove, Baihua Yang’s heart became more and more unhappy.
He’s moving straight into that hairdresser’s house? So impatient? He didn’t even have time to tell himself?
Baihua Yang is very tired, he feels that his enthusiasm for Yuan Cheng has gradually decreased recently, even the bed that also lack of interest, often still washing up when sleepy and weak, which still have time to make love with him?
He is so busy for his work, but young master Yuan Cheng never learns how to be considerate.
Baihua Yang did not seek Yuan Cheng.
In his experience, Yuan Cheng is often the most indolent one and will soon call to make up with him anyway.
However, his parents have been here for three or four days and he has yet to receive an explanation from Yuan Cheng.
When I took my parents out to dinner, he said extraordinarily little, and his fingers couldn’t stop fondling the leather cover of the steering wheel.
Yang’s parents were in the back seat, and his cousin Xiaoyan Yang was in the passenger seat.
Yang’s mother was studying the film on the window, “Sonny, you can’t really see the inside of the car from the outside with this.
Baihua Yang returned to her senses, nodded and smiled, “Yes.”
Xiaoyan Yang is wearing a big red nail polish, and her makeup and clothes are very fashionable.
She borrowed Baihua Yang’s cell phone to play when her phone ran out of battery, and sniffed silently.
…… turtle.
She swiped through Weibo for a while, replied to a few messages from her followers, and tapped in and out of Baihua Yang’s various mobile apps.
Out of gossip, she secretly poked open Baihua Yang and Yuan Cheng’s chat log and flipped through a few pages, only to see that a few days ago, Yuan Cheng sent over three songs, which were labeled demo 1, 2 and 3.
Xiaoyan Yang also occasionally writes a little ditty, so of course she was very interested in her little brother Cheng’s work, and with a click of her fingertips, she clicked play.
Baihua Yang’s scalp nearly exploded when the music reverberated through the car without warning.
He wanted to take the phone off, but he was driving, and was afraid that the action would be too big to arouse the suspicion of Mom and Dad, so he had to do it in a hurry, and the cold sweat on his palm continued to seep out.
On the other hand, Xiaoyan Yang was delighted to hear it.
She could hear that this was not a finished demo, but just a prototype, but the melody was creative and skillful, accompanied by a small vocal humming, tantalizing very much.
Baihua Yang said with a cold face, “Don’t play music indiscriminately, it costs traffic.”
Xiaoyan Yang’s eyes flicked around and came up with an idea: “Did Xiao Cheng write this?”
Baihua Yang’s face changed and he winked at Xiaoyan Yang.
Xiaoyan Yang looked at him with bright eyes and pretended not to understand.
Baihua Yang cursed.
This question really caught the attention of Yang’s parents.
Yang’s father asked, “Xiao Cheng? Your brother’s friend?”
Xiaoyan Yang answered first: “Yes, didn’t brother tell you? He’s a good friend of my brother, a musician.”
Baihua Yang’s palms were sweating so badly that he slipped a little when he held the steering wheel.
When she heard the word “good friend”, Yang’s mother had some expectations, but when she heard “musician”, the corners of Yang’s mouth dropped and she made a disdainful expression, which was similar to Xiaoyan Yang’s expression just now.
“Listen to me, don’t hang out with those who don’t have a proper job. You are different from these people, you are a college student who got a good exam, one step at a time, a proud son of the sky.
Baihua Yang did not say anything, but Xiaoyan Yang grabbed the white: “Xiao Cheng’s family is rich, what does it matter if people love to learn.” She then turned to Baihua Yang, “Brother, isn’t it?”
Yang’s mother was embarrassed and looked at Baihua Yang.
Baihua Yang said, “I’m just writing and singing, it’s not much.”
Yang’s mother regained some face, “Ho”, turned to Yan Xiao: “Hear that, rich people only engage in these things.”
Yan Xiao pretended not to hear, fiddling with Baihua Yang’s phone, the more he listened, the more he was moved.
She tentatively asked Baihua Yang: “Is this also a random writing by Xiao Cheng? Like before, you didn’t plan to sell it?”
Baihua Yang, eager to end the conversation, honked his horn and replied in a hushed voice, “His family is rich and doesn’t care about the income from selling songs. Besides, he’s not happy to have money associated with music.”
Now Xiaoyan Yang is relieved.
She quietly picked out two of the three demos, forwarded them to her WeChat, and moved her fingers to quickly and silently delete the forwarding records on Baihua Yang’s phone.
