The audition for "Spark of Fire" went smoothly, and everyone was in a good mood.

In order to celebrate the first "good start" after waking up, I decided to invite Mr. Fang Yu, the agent who had been worried about him during this period, and Jiang Chuan, who had just helped him make up for his speaking words, so that he could get the teachers' praise. Unfortunately, because this decision came suddenly, it happened to be Friday. When the three of them drove to the city center to park their cars, they found that from the street to the end, each restaurant was in a row - even those who sold spicy hot pot had to wait.

At this time, Jinran was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he refused to stand in line to feed mosquitoes. There was no way, so the three of them had to go to the supermarket again and bought a bunch of vegetables, meat, beer, drinks and snacks. Regardless of whether they could finish eating or not, everyone returned with a large bag of small bags on their hands - they drove back to the high-end apartment where Jinran lived in City G, and the agent personally cooked and prepared a big meal.

"Didn't you agree to thank me for your invitation to dinner?" Fang Yu asked helplessly as he looked at the pile of vegetables.

"Yes, aren't these things checking out by swiping my card?" Jinran asked back.

Fang Yu was completely irritated and sighed. He picked up his sleeves and carried the bag to turn around and went into the kitchen to wash vegetables and prepare for cooking... The rest of Jiang Chuan and Jinran stood at the kitchen door for a while, then turned back to the living room to watch TV. The TV he watched was naturally a demo of "The Legend of the Republic of China". Jiang Chuan only saw the third episode last time, which was where the hamster's wife Su Su had just died. Before he could finish watching it, he was busy calling and quarreling with the woman who played Su Su. At this moment, he took a pack of snacks and took Coke. He sat in front of the TV, and relied on the scene where Jiang Chuan stabbed the prop sword at Xu Qianqian and splattered blood.

The young black-haired man looked and sighed with emotion: "I would have been great if that sword was real."

Jiang Chuan silently opened the beer next to him and took a sip of it.

"You can call the police. She is trying to kill someone and is going to jail."

"No, if she is crazy, she will send me and Jiang Luocheng's nude photos-"

"..." Jiang Chuan raised his eyebrows.

Jingran wiped his sweat: "Okay, it's not a nude photo, but if you release the photo, it's enough to tell some things - Jiang Luocheng's image of making movies is confusing, but no one cares about it, but I'm different. I'm a public figure and make a living by relying on reputation and popularity. If I accidentally take the non-mainstream path in some things, I will die."

"Not as serious as you thought."

“No one dares to promise me what is called ‘not that serious’, so it’s just that serious.”

"coward."

"Darry, coward!" Jinran was instantly furious, "Damn, did you work hard for today?! When I was not popular, I went to the set four hours in advance to stare at the heroine who was late for beauty sleep. I don't want to experience it for the second time in my life - now I finally climbed to the position where I waited for me, so I can't take the risk of all the hard work I had in the past. Don't say I'm sorry, if something goes wrong with this kind of thing, I'm the first to be the first to be sorry for myself! Do you know how much I love myself! So this kind of thing can never happen."

The young black-haired man spoke with a righteous look on his face. Jiang Chuan was speechless and almost convinced by him. A pair of blue eyes looked at the guy in front of him who was extremely excited. The man's fingers that were lazily placed on the sofa suddenly jumped. Somehow, this small movement was noticed by the cautious Yu Guang. He suddenly stepped back and covered his face: "What are you doing! Even if I'm shameless, I can't hit me."

Seeing the young black-haired man who covered his face with both hands and looked alert, Jiang Chuan was silent for three seconds, and then asked expressionlessly and sincerely: "...Are you sick?"

Be cautious: "..."

Jiang Chuan twisted his head and looked forward: "Continue to watch TV."

Actually, I don’t know why, but I wanted to raise my hand at that moment, but I didn’t beat the shameless guy in the face, but wanted to touch the particularly excited head - but this idea has disappeared now, and Jiang Chuan felt that he was inexplicably and a little perverted... So, in fact, the one who is sick is not Jinran, Jiang Chuan felt that he might be himself.

Thinking of this, the man muttered his original language, raised his hand and touched his forehead, as if his head was really burned out.

At this time, while the two were having a conversation, the TV "The Legend of the Republic of China" was still performing. Huai Jin found that the fairy he thought was stabbed to death by Su Su but was not in action. A hesitant expression appeared on the face that was pulled closer to the camera. Jiang Chuan looked at himself on the TV and was slightly stunned. Then he stretched out his long arms without any warning and pulled away the snacks from the hands of the black-haired young man who was gnawing potato chips beside him. When the latter turned his head to protest, he turned his head and asked him expressionlessly: "How am I acting?"

"..." After suddenly being asked, Jinran didn't react and subconsciously blurted out, "It's pretty good, it's so handsome when it fell from the sky."

Jiang Chuan frowned.

Obviously I am very dissatisfied with this official and perfunctory answer.

He stretched out his hand and pinched the black-haired young man's jaw - regardless of the chips on the corner of the other person's lips fell on the back of his hand, the man twisted his face back to the TV. At this time, Qiao Sheng was roaring at Huai Jin "Why?" Wang Mo's martial arts hall wrinkled together in pain, which was quite funny. He blinked carefully, and didn't know if he could laugh. At this moment, he heard Jiang Chuan ask in a calm tone in his ear: "What else is there except handsome?"

After carefully "whining" twice, Jiang Chuan mercifully let go of his hand that was pinching his jaw.

Jinran let out a long sigh, rubbed the chin with pain from being pinched, muttered, "What are you doing to move your feet?" He sat up a little, and after thinking about it, he showed a slightly serious expression and said to the man: "If you want to listen to what I have to say, then I can only say that because this scene was filmed relatively forward, the tacit understanding between your actors has not been developed yet - and you are still a newcomer, so your acting skills are still a bit stiff. Look at you here-"

He pointed to the TV and signaled to Jiang Chuan to watch—

"Here, Taoist Huai Jin realized that he had killed the wrong person. When he took the sword and turned around and left, the Huai Jin you performed was a little embarrassed and embarrassed. In fact, this should not be added in - although it is not impossible, in "The Book of Ancient Talents of the Republic of China", Huai Jin's initial image was an inhumane Taoist priest. In order to practice the way for heaven and eliminate monsters, it is not a big deal to sacrifice a few humans in his eyes... So, if you want to express this emotion, it should actually appear later in the script, and it is all Qiao Sheng who taught him to grow..."

I speak very seriously and devotedly.

It is as serious and objective as every time he is telling other newcomers a play.

It was not until he finished saying this that he suddenly realized that the surroundings seemed to be a little terrible. He twisted his head for no reason and found that Jiang Chuan was staring at him with his blue eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything. The young black-haired man was slightly stunned and subconsciously shrank back: "What are you doing?... Let me say it first, you can't hit people even if I'm wrong. A gentleman doesn't speak."

The young black-haired man stretched out his hand and pulled the pillow on the sofa and hugged it in his arms as a shield. At this time, Jiang Chuan finally moved his eyes away from the other party's thin lips that had been moving from the beginning. He turned his head away and stared at a corner of the TV cabinet. He seemed to be very careless: "How do you know that this shot was taken in front?"

Jingran: “………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Oops.

In an instant, I felt the waterfall sweat flowing from behind me. Although Jiang Chuan seemed to be asking casually - a pair of black eyes turned uneasyly in her eyes. A dry smile was barely pulled out from the pause in an instant. The young man with a black hair chuckled and said, "Of course, who am I? I am known as the little prince of H City. The film and television shooting base is my second hometown. I know what the set is there and which set is next to the set. The entire Prologue of the Record of Antonyms of the Republic of China is in that area, so of course they are all concentrated together."

Jiang Chuan withdrew his gaze and turned his head to glance at him: "Really?"

Be cautious: "..."

Of course it is fake.

The film and television shooting base in the entire H-city city is so big, who the hell knows where it is?

While complaining silently in his heart, Jingran nodded seriously and said firmly: "Really."

Fortunately, Jiang Chuan seemed to believe it, because he swung his long arms, and the next second, Jinran's potato chips returned to his arms - the young black-haired man lowered his head, stared at the potato chips in his arms for a while, then raised his head and looked at the man who stared at the TV and watched the scenes he played in the TV. Jinran always had a sense of unreality... back to the era of Hamster A Fei and his stupid master.

He hugged the potato chips in his hand tightly, listened to the "rattle" sound of the snack packaging bag, held his breath, and quietly moved his butt to Jiang Chuan. Fortunately, Jiang Chuan did not notice that there was someone around him quietly getting closer to him. He seemed to be seriously considering what he said before, staring at himself on the TV, frowned slightly, as if he was considering serious things like how he should improve his acting skills...

He gently leaned over and called out "Jiang Chuan".

Jiang Chuan turned his head.

For a moment, the two of them were so close that their faces were almost touching their noses.

Behind them was the TV. Wang Mo hugged Xu Qianqian's "corpse" and shouted "Su Su" roaring.

I blinked carefully, looked at the beautiful blue eyes that were close to me, my mind was short-circuited, and I said without thinking—

"I heard that you are not in a good mood recently because the hamster you raised has disappeared..." Before Jinran finished speaking, he could clearly see the pair of pupils that were originally as blue as the sky, suddenly sinking, turning into deep blue like the deep sea. He only felt that he was almost sucked by those eyes. He raised his hand and gently touched the man's chin with his fingertips. He took a deep breath, suppressing the heartbeat in his chest that was beating so hard that it was almost about to break out of his chest. He lowered his eyes and said slowly, "I want to tell you, I--"

Of course I haven't had time to organize the language yet.

He couldn't even figure out what earth-shaking words he wanted to say.

At this time, he and Jiang Chuan's ostentatious eyes caught a glimpse of a black figure that rushed out of the kitchen.

Fang Yu: "Male Gobi!!!!!! Yuan Jinran!!!!!!!!! Something happened!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Be cautious: "..."

Jiang Chuan: “…”

In front of the sofa, the two people who were close to each other quickly separated.

Leaving those eyes that were almost dead, he instantly realized what he had done just now, and couldn't help but sweat all over. He didn't care what Jiang Chuan's expression was at this moment. He quickly cleaned up his emotions, turned his head, and looked at the agent who was holding a kitchen knife and slamming out of the kitchen: "Don't shout, the sky fell, and the sky was tall, and the ground cracked and the tonnage fell first, what were you shouting-"

"I said, something happened!!!" Fang Yu looked broken, "Did you go online? Damn, someone posted the story of your grandson being trained by Director Li Rui this afternoon-"

Jinran was stunned at first. After figuring out what Fang Yu said, his face changed: "Record?!"

Fang Yu: "No! I just said it casually and generally, saying that you were director Li Rui because of Xu Qianqian's oil paintings. You also said that your role was very stable and you didn't know if it could be successful. You also said that Chuan Na is really boring to do this. You can still have a star. You also said that Yuan Jinran is really fucking wronged-"

Fang Yu's string of "says" were so shocked that he was so frightened that he was completely discomfortable. He stood up from the front of the sofa with a "slap" and sat back on the sofa for the first time, and asked in disbelief: "Do you say that person posted a post from the position of my fan and tone?!"

"Yes, damn, this time I met Duan Shugao! Can this fan really hurt you? Is it true that fans can talk like this? Wherever they are the thunder points of film and television companies like Chuanna? Wherever they are the battle direction that people like Teacher Li Rui cannot understand!!" Fang Yu threw the kitchen knife and walked towards Jinran quickly, "Look at it yourself, it was posted by a certain Ya-the post has many pages now, and the tone of the poster's speech was sincere, and it was not a one-man scolding, as if he really felt sorry for you... I almost thought that you posted it by yourself, so many of your fans were deceived and followed him, and the post was full of scolding Chuanna."

Fang Yu said the last sentence carefully and almost threw the phone in Jiang Chuan on his face.

Jiang Chuan also sat on the sofa, stretched out his hand and grabbed Jinran's arm, muttered "calm", and then turned around and seemed to be curious about what the post said - seeing Jinran unlocked the phone lock - entered the wrong password several times - and then entered a certain Ya, and the homepage saw the post Fang Yu said. Jinran clicked in and took a few glances. The tone of the poster was indeed very sincere. Moreover, if there were Jinran fans rushing in to scold Chuanna, he would persuade the fan not to scold him to avoid causing trouble; if anyone who had sober people questioned the poster's motive, the poster immediately pretended to be pitiful, saying that he really didn't, just stand up for the injustice.

I read the entire post in a messy manner in the wind.

Imagine if Teacher Li Rui sees this post……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

The urge to fly out of the windows of the apartment building on the twenty-floor floor suddenly became so impatient.

Fang Yu said: "The company called me just now and asked me what's going on. Damn, you really should listen to Luo Cheng's tone. He even had the heart to eat us--and asked if we were brain-sick and ran to post such posts. If we had anything to say, we couldn't close the door and say it well. Then... I couldn't help but fight back and forth someone with normal IQ who has nothing to do to take advantage of himself? If you are deducted salary next month, it must be because of this matter--Okay, now is not the time to talk about this. I think you have to call director Li Rui without stopping before he saw this post--"

He waved his hand powerlessly and logged on to Weibo.

The comments under his latest Weibo are indeed about this - fans are feeling sorry for him everywhere, advocating freedom of speech, and then criticizing Kawana for being too rude and unkind. In short, those comments were carefully viewed and felt exhausted - they couldn't say anything in their hearts, and they were helpless and distressed - sometimes, fans' original intention of maintaining their idols is good, but it is precisely because of their mentality that they are always easy to be exploited by those who have ill-hearted intentions.

The bad thing is that it is difficult for celebrities to jump out and say anything at this time. If you refute, someone will immediately say that you are shameless and ungrateful, let your fans get caught in the shoot and act as a white lotus.

I quit Weibo and called Director Li Rui as soon as possible.

The first call failed to be connected, so Jinran was frightened.

The second phone call was answered, but the person who answered the phone was Director Li Rui's lover. The wife of director Li Rui was still very polite tone, but the whole phone conversation was quite desperate: it turned out that Jinran was still one step late. Before Jinran, a "unintentional person" had already conveyed this post to Director Li Rui "inadvertently", so he knew the existence of that post earlier than Jinran - just such an old man who was particularly rigid and serious on weekdays, who had contributed to the art cause all his life, and had always been respected. He didn't understand any of these "black pretending to be a fan" and "black pretending to be a black man" on the Internet, so he believed everything on the Internet. He was so angry that he didn't even eat dinner, and he shouted that he was dizzy and went to bed to rest in advance.

Director Li Rui's wife told Jinran that Teacher Li Rui had something to tell him-

[Chuna Film and Television is a very formal and traditional film and television company. All the themes of film and television dramas are serious and have the main theme. Therefore, whether it is the external image of film and television companies or the external image of film and television actors, they are very traditional... Absorbing new blood is also a very courageous thing for them, but they do have high hopes for the new blood they absorbed - if you have any dissatisfaction with Li Rui's way of speaking or handling things, you can directly raise it, talk it in person, and explain it clearly - there is really no need to bring the messy habits and rules in the entertainment industry today.]

Hearing this, Jinran wished he could climb over the phone line and lie on Teacher Li Rui's bed to explain the whole thing clearly. However, after thinking about it, the teacher was angry at this time and said that these things did not work much, so he had to give up.

After hanging up the phone, Jinran felt very uncomfortable.

After a phone call, what he was worried about at this moment was no longer a problem with the role of "Spark of Fire". He was both in an awkward atmosphere and in awkward manner. He didn't know what he had done. What kind of mentality was that the person who posted the post had just eaten his fill and had nothing to do. A respected old artist also pulled this dirty muddy water.

Thinking of the scene when Director Li Rui seriously praised his acting skills, affirmed his strength, and then seriously suggested his development direction and the things he should pay attention to next, Jingran felt for a moment that he had no place to say anything about his aggrievance.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that this circle was very dirty.

Black, fan, malicious rumors, malicious slandering others - those people always say "If you come out and be public figures, be prepared to be scolded without that psychological quality, don't eat anything." But they never thought that some people are actors just because they like acting.

That's all.

Many people also hold this kind of preference and dream when they step into the film and television industry - later on, they can make money and find a lot of people who like their works because of this, but this does not mean that everyone will be lost in these things and forget their original intentions.

However, such words cannot be said outwardly, and no one will believe them after they are said. This is probably reality.

...
To be continued...