The day before the press conference began, Jinran felt that he had probably spent the 24 most relaxing hours since entering this circle - all the work had come to an end, and the issues that should be dealt with were about to be dealt with. The most important thing was that there was a man by his side. He spent the whole day sleeping on the sofa, and the TV was on and the movie was played but he didn't watch it. Instead, his eyes stared at the tall man in simple home clothes walking around the carpet with barefoot barefoot, making a rustling slight sound, until a peeled apple fell from the sky in front of him. Jinran took the apple and took a bite, lifted his eyelids to sweep the man standing in front of him and the abdominal muscles faintly exposed under his open collar. The moment he swallowed the apple, Jinran felt that he had become a hamster fat again.

"In the future, I can open my eyes and wait for food like this. Will I sleep when I am full and sleepy? I didn't expect that I would live the life of a retired veteran cadre in advance." Jinran said, "I was in my prime."

"If you can't rest, I can arrange a job for you at home."

At this time, Jiang Chuan was looking down at the recipe in front of him, probably because of guilt and other things. He has always been asking for black-haired young people these days, even if the other party made a request like "Cook a dinner for me" in his opinion, such as "Cook me a meal". He had never cooked a meal for anyone since he was born, and he got up in the morning and asked Fein to send a bunch of recipe books. Although recipe books are of no use for those who need to study how to open the induction cooker, he still firmly believes that his IQ can crush everything.

At least it is OK to make a meal for my wife who will go to the battlefield tomorrow - yes, he can suddenly feel the mood of the parents of the candidates who are about to take the college entrance examination in China that he saw on TV some time ago, which is similar to the kind of anxiety that he was worried that his son would not eat well and fell to the exam the next day.

Jiang Chuan sighed and turned the recipe book in his hand one page: "Tomato and egg flower soup doesn't look difficult and can't kill anyone."

"Yes, but first of all, you have to learn how to beat eggs. Don't look at me. I'll certainly not help you cook. What kind of work do you want to arrange for me?" Jinran bit the apple, and licked the fingertips of the splashed juice and said absent-mindedly, "I only know how to act."

Regarding the hard-haired young man's heart, Jiang Chuan showed a sarcastic expression at him: "It's enough to know how to act. Occasionally, we like to do some business of making money by making money. It's really not good if we don't have some excellent acting skills when doing transactions."

Jinran paused to chew the apple, lying on the sofa with the apple in his mouth and looking straight at the man not far away. The latter raised his head and glanced at him, and emphasized firmly: "Iron tools business."

“………………………………”

Jinran rolled his eyes several times at him, went back to the sofa, crossed his legs and laughed at him, and replied to all the greetings of unfamiliar relatives and friends, such as WeChat and text messages, and then hung up the phone at home. There was no key content, it was just to talk about daily life and report a safety. When he was about to hang up the phone, Jinran obviously felt that his mother hesitated a little, so his relaxed mood was a little tense. Just when Jinran thought Yuan Mei would say something, he didn't expect that the other person just lowered his voice and said, "If you have time, take him home and take a look."

Jinran was slightly stunned, subconsciously stretched his neck and crossed the backrest of the sofa and looked at the man not far away. The latter seemed to feel his gaze. He raised his head and threw it to him with an inexplicable look and asked him "what the hell" with his mouth. Jinran shook his head, threw away the apple that had been gnawed, and said to the other side of the phone with a smile: "I have seen it, I will take it home for the New Year."

Jiang Chuan seemed to guess what was on the phone after hearing this. The expression on his face became stiff and straightened his waist slightly from the edge of the table. He closed the recipe book he was looking through with a "bang". After thinking about it, he opened the book again as if something was wrong. Until the young black-haired man on the sofa hung up the phone with a smile, he said: "If I had known this, I would have performed better last time when I went to your house."

"Don't go," Jinran pursed her lips, "It's good enough, my mother almost doesn't remember who is her biological son."

Jiang Chuan seemed to be very satisfied with this statement.

After the conversation ended, the two of them were doing what they should do. Jinran lay on the sofa, twisted their heads and accidentally found that his early movie was playing on the TV. He was still a supporting role in the movie, with awkward acting skills. When the camera was closer, you could see a faint dark circle under your nose. It should be because of staying up late to memorize the script the night before... When the movie was played, Jinran unexpectedly found that he could still clearly remember details such as "Ah, I ng a few times when I took this shot" and "I was so embarrassed that I didn't dare to walk out of the fitting room and tripped over the hem of my robe"... I watched it with interest for a while, and no matter how I looked, I felt that I was stupid when I was young. It was obviously a very serious plot, but he was always giggling.

At this time, there are about twelve hours left before the press conference.

I suddenly felt lucky.

Along the way, he had already possessed more things than he thought, and they had probably become things he deserved to be proud of and were deeply engraved into his bones. No matter who or what kind of rumors were, they could not be erased. When he was old, he might still sit in front of the TV and watch these things again. At that time, he would still laugh out loud like he is now. Just knowing this is enough.

...

The next day was a rare rainy weather in midsummer.

I haven't seen the sun since the morning. I cleaned up my clothes and walked out of the gate of Jiangchuan villa and climbed into the company's car, and it started drizzling. Fang Yu had been waiting in the car early in the morning. After waiting for a long time, he finally waited for the young black-haired man to get off. As a result, when the latter got in the car and took off his sunglasses, he was instantly scared by the two big dark circles on his face and the pale face.

"What the hell, are you so sad? If you don't like it, you can't come out, and no one will force you," the agent held the face of the young man with black hair for a long time, looking quite distressed, "I was so entangled last night that I didn't sleep all night?"

It is true that the young black-haired man with insufficient sleep all night was slapped with a dark face and patted the paws of the agent: "The lesson of history is not to let people who never cook cook for you on a whim - Mom has been dragged all night, and I went to the toilet an hour on average, he didn't have any face to ask me to close the toilet door and whisper......... I won't come out and go out halfway through the closet, and I have to tell the reporter below to wait and I'll get a stomachache Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Fang Yu: “…”

At this time, the young black-haired man sitting next to the agent had turned on the front camera of his phone and looked left and right: "Do you want to put some powder on it?"

Fang Yu said expressionlessly: "Would you like to apply some lipstick? You can go to that stop and announce loudly: I have endured it for so many years and finally I can apply lipstick openly!"

I carefully put my phone away: "You are so annoying, I'm all about to come out."

Fang Yu: "Well said, coming out is not about dying."

Then the heavy atmosphere was swept away.

Until Jinran arrived at the press conference venue, looking at the crowds on the three floors inside and three floors outside, including the small media that did not receive invitations to the press conference, as well as staff members arranged by other major media outside the venue, more were ordinary passers-by fans, holding signs with Yuan Jinran's name in their hands, and there were various encouragement and words to cheer him on. Although I don't know how many people would insist on standing there after this press conference, at least at this moment, Jinran did not want to have any doubts about them.

Looking out through the foggy window, Jinran found that most of the people present did not bring rain gear, and the rain falling in the sky was getting heavier and he had no intention of stopping. The black-haired young man turned his head to the living assistant sitting in the passenger seat and told him to ask someone to arrange for the next one-time rain gear. The little assistant immediately called and arranged for someone to do it without hesitation. Seeing this, Jinran smiled and joked: "It's not bad, I'm so obedient. I thought you didn't want to pay attention to me, the old man who was about to get out of date."

"I'm giving you my last trip." Fang Yu said coldly next to him, "Don't make things boring."

"No," the little assistant turned his head in front and showed a clear smile at Jinran. "I'm used to listening to Brother Ran, so I don't think today is the end of this day, and I will still have to hang out with Brother Ran in the future."

The order at the scene was fine. In addition to the security personnel of the venue itself, there were countless men in black who looked very professional in suits and black stopped him there. I looked at them all. They were wondering when I was so rich, but then I heard Fang Yu say next to him: "It was all made by your young master. Did you see the bulge on their waists? It was a gun. He actually got the documents that asked them to bring this thing into the country in just a few days."

When they were talking, they knew that the "his young master" might have just gotten up from the bed and turned on the TV. This was the result of their struggle all night last night. Jiang Chuan wanted to come with him, but he didn't let him go. There was no reason. In short, he just didn't let him go.

When the car stopped, get off the bus carefully. It was about 8:50 and the press conference started at 9:00.

At 8:55, I walked to the stage carefully. At this time, all the reporters and media had already taken their seats in their own positions. The scene was very quiet, and only a few people could vaguely hear the sound of whispering to each other. Most of the reporters were lowering their heads to prepare manuscripts and pens, and the photographers also adjusted the focus behind the camera.

When Jin Ran sat down on the stage, the people seemed to come back to their senses, and there was a "buzzing" conversation in the venue. In addition, everything was normal as if Jin Ran had attended any press conference. In imagination, he rushed up and the scene was in chaos and all kinds of terrible problems that were caught on the scene were not present. Jin Ran lowered his head and drank a sip of water. At the same time, he heard Fang Yu beside him announcing that the press conference had officially begun.

I really know that some media bought out the copyright at a high price and broadcast it live on TV. He didn't know why a celebrity came out of the closet can be broadcast during the morning news period, but because he knew about the live broadcast, he had always paid great attention to controlling his emotions throughout the press conference.

Including when reporters quarreled about the recent rumors on the Internet, the young black-haired man, who seemed silent from beginning to end, smiled faintly at the camera and spoke again, his voice seemed a little hoarse and low-key.

"I came forward because of this. I have always been a public figure, so I have to endure the abuse and arrangement of some interested people on the Internet. If we respond to this, we will become petty or not pay attention to the image. In fact, sometimes I really want to tell everyone that celebrities are also human beings, and they will also have joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. There are also life. Today I also want to make a formal response to this: I can endure the slander and abuse of people who are interested in me, but I don't accept that they will bring disaster to the people around me. Yes, I did have been with Director Jiang Luocheng as a lover for a while."

I've paused when I said this.

He felt the person under the stage quiet for a few seconds, and then countless flashes illuminated his face, almost dazzling and crazy flashing.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then continued-

"Later we broke up, but that oil painting - Ah, it was Xu Qianqian's oil painting. It was indeed drawn from the photo. The person in the oil painting was indeed director Jiang Luocheng and me," Jinran said this, raising his hand and rubbing his eyes and smiling helplessly, "When I was maintaining a relationship with Director Jiang, Miss Xu Qianqian tried to intervene, and a drunken behavior with Jiang Luocheng directly led to the separation of Jiang and later Xu Qianqian used this photo as evidence to threaten Jiang Luocheng. Jiang Luocheng was indeed for me to openly be together as a lover. I am very grateful to Jiang Luocheng for being able to do this after the breakup."

Reporter a: "Then why did you end up--"

Reporter b: "So for Jiang Chuan--"

Reporter c: "The rumors about Jiang Chuan and you on the Internet--"

"I thank Jiang Luocheng," Jinran pointed his eyes at the reporter, his black eyes faintly ejaculated with sharp eyes, and then he replied slowly, "But this does not mean that I owe him something if he does this."

Everyone: "..."

"No one asked him to do this. I can only say thank you if he did it, but that's all. This won't be the bargaining chip for us to get back together, and I won't feel that I can't be with other people because of these things-"

...

Top floor of ck building.

Empty beer cans rolled from one end of the rooftop to the other end.

On this side of the rooftop, the press conference in the mobile phone screen in a slender man's hand was being played simultaneously at this moment. He lowered his head and gently touched the stubble on his chin that had grown because he had not paid attention to it for a long time. Then when the camera pointed at the young black-haired man sitting on the stage and gave him a close-up, the man paused slightly, almost subconsciously reached out to slightly increase the sound of the phone. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his head to look at the young black-haired man on the screen of the mobile phone. At this moment, he was thin and looked exhausted, but only his black eyes...

Ah, these eyes.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and almost uncontrollably swept his fingertips over the pale face in the screen—

Until he saw a faint smile on his face--he paused his fingers slightly, staring at the young black-haired man with a faint smile, changing his panic and escape from the topic in his impression. He sat there, calmly looking at the reporters who looked up at him with their heads raised, watching their pen tips browsing and recording wildly on paper, while the remaining people opened their mouths wide, as if they were silent and foolishly looking at him--

A few seconds later.

He chuckled softly and said in a voice that everyone present could hear: "I like homosexuality, and I have tried to cover up this fact because of the domestic environment and my working relationships. However, this matter cannot be the reason for who I am with, and no one can threaten me, including myself."

“…”

Staring at the mobile phone screen in his hand, the man squeezed the empty can in his hand and heard it making a "Kara" and "Kara". After a while, he threw it away, lit a cigarette, and took it to his pale lips to hold it. He took it hard, then took it off from his lips and threw it to his feet to extinguish it.

He thought that he really didn't want to continue listening to even the little movement at the press conference... However, in his hands, the video continued to play. A reporter sitting in the front row stood up and asked a question: "So Mr. Yuan, do you have anything to say about hiding sexual orientation and deceived the public fans?"

"Do not?" The young black-haired man gently curled the corners of his lips, and he tilted his head and showed a shallow smile, "Where do you start with this?"

“…But you are gay—”

"So? As an actor, my job is to perform a drama well and bring the audience in front of the TV with the image in the drama. You can ask about all my partners in the circle for so many years. Even if Yuan Jinran has once failed to do his duties?"

“That as a public person, you…”

"As a public employee, my responsibility is to appear in the eyes of everyone in a positive image. I like homosexuality, but I have not been abusive/committed, cheated on marriage, and even caused no losses to anyone. This is my own business."

He paused and continued—
Chapter completed!