MTL - Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin-Chapter 8 The Counterattack of Genius Cannon fodder (8)

Under the medicine, Chi Xiaochi fell asleep and dreamed of what happened before he came here.

He is an actor and is a good mix. At the age of 26, he won two international category A awards, one male lead and one male match, and three gold trophies for domestic movies. He won it all before he was 25.

However, the entertainment industry is a circle after all.

Ling Nanguo, a first-class photographer in the circle, is a friend of Sun Guangren, a well-known screenwriter who discovered Chi Xiaochi.

The niece of Ling Nanguo's acquaintance wanted to make a play, so she went all the way to Chi Xiaochi.

The first is to compensate Sun Lao's affection, the second is to set the theater location in his hometown, and the third is a period of vacancy. Chi Xiaochi should have undertaken this task.

When he arrived at the drama theater, Chi Xiaochi took off his sunglasses: "This theater is still so old and shabby."

Chi Xiaochi's mouth caused him a lot of trouble. His assistant had already been conditioned. Under a spirit, he skillfully opened his mouth to help Chi Xiaochi: "old and strong, old and strong."

I don't need to say that this is the oldest qualified theater in the country, and plays both a theater and a movie theater. When I was young, Chi Xiaochi's father took Chi Ma to watch movies.

As for perseverance, Chi Koike has the most say.

When the official performance was held, Chi Xiaochi gave a pendant lamp into the world.

Kokoike woke up from a dream.

Just now in the dream, the time he was hit by the chandelier was extended indefinitely.

Lying in the wreckage of the crystal chandelier, Chi Xiaochi felt like a box of soft drinks that had been cracked open, and his blood flew out abruptly.

Fortunately, it was a dream, and I felt no pain.

The people in the theater probably did not expect to see this when they bought tickets. They all stood up from their seats, someone stepped on a stool, and took out their mobile phones to shoot.

Chi Xiaochi was lying on the ground, thinking, you shoot as much as you want, and I will be attached to the picture when I die, and climb out to talk to you about life in the middle of the night.

He lay on the ground, twisting his neck that he could not feel.

The layout design of the old theater is not small. There are several load-bearing pillars that just block the sight of the audience behind the pillars. It is necessary to tilt the neck to barely see the stage, so the seats behind the pillars are much cheaper than other seats.

He saw a pair of brothers and sisters around the age of ten digging at the pillars in the southeast corner, looking at him curiously.

Iike Koike opened his eyes wide.

The scene in front of him was blurred and clear, and the faces of the two children who watched the liveliness changed, turning into two and a half-year-old teenagers, leaning their heads behind the pillar, watching the sudden accident confusedly and uneasily.

Chi Xiaochi moved his finger and whispered silently: "... Brother Lou."

The girl also wanted to see that the parents behind her sang, and the boy blocked the girl's eyes from behind and took her away.

Chi Xiaochi's teeth fought straight: "Lou, don't leave. Don't leave."

He didn't know where the strength was, struggling halfway from the broken lamp, and then woke up.

After waking up, Chi Koike took a slender cigarette in his mouth, no point, and held his lips.

The system says, "It's half past three. You've only slept for four hours."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Sleeping fart, get up."

System: "..." is over, I don't feel enough, and I'm crazy.

Chi Xiaochi proposed: "Order a movie and watch it together."

The system said helplessly: "It's time to sleep."

Chi Xiaochi jumped off the bed: "I wake up and it's dawn."

System: "..." Well, you say dawn is dawn.

Cheng Jian was very thoughtful for his brother.

The 200-square-meter apartment is well-equipped with a lot of thoughts.

For example, a sticky note is posted on the wine cabinet: "You can drink with your friends. You can drink the wine in the next three compartments. You can drink the wine in the second compartment. The wine in the upper two compartments is my collection. Dare to drink it. Break your leg. "

Chi Xiaochi laughed, tore off all the notes, folded them into a stack, opened the wallet, and arranged them one by one.

The system noticed his movements, and his heart moved slightly.

In the real world, "Cape Murder" made Chi Koike famous overnight, but only two months later, Ko Koike fell into the mire of scandal overnight.

——Chi Xiaochi's parents accused him of not supporting their parents in an interview.

When Chi Xiaochi became famous, the network only prospered shortly. Everyone just realized the benefits of network anonymity, but they didn't have the consciousness to discern the authenticity of various kinds of information.

Because of his filial piety, Chi Xiaochi was scolded indecently on various BBSs and forums. He even became a regular guest of various entertainment paper media for a time. In the meantime, all kinds of verbal criticisms and spitting flew, which can be described as **** rain.

At that time, everyone thought that Ikeko was finished.

But ten months later, the movie "72 Hours" starring Chi Koike as the lead man became the best-selling dark horse of the year.

Chi Xiaochi, who was smashed by the altar, quickly rose, and the endorsements that had been broken gradually returned to spring.

In an interview after "72 Hours" became popular, the moderator asked about the scandal some time ago.

Chi Xiaochi, who had previously refused to mention it publicly on any show, made an exception: "Since I started making money, I have paid my parents every month. I also have a bank slip here."

The host was surprised: "Then they ..."

"My dad gambled," said Chi Xiaochi. "I was gambled in for all the money I got for" Cape ". I plugged the hole for him, but he was still gambling and asked me to play" 72 Hours " How much money can I get. I rejected them and said that they would pay them monthly on a monthly basis, but they ... didn't seem very satisfied. "

Having said that, Chi Xiaochi paused in time to leave time for the host and audience to revive and ruminate.

The host asked this question casually. I never expected to get a reply from Chi Xiaochi, let alone the truth. "Why not explain it?"

"I was filming during that time." Chi Xiaochi smiled, but his expression was indifferent and calm that he should not have been at that age. "Besides, everyone seemed very happy to see the negative news of the star. At that time, someone would listen Do i speak? "

No wonder the person who hates Ikkoike is dark.

Not everyone can endure ten months of insults and insults, only to play this one-shot killing Wang Bang lightly.

Not everyone can do this, and dare to underestimate the public in front of the public, turning up the old man who gave birth to his parents. Don't talk about hardship, don't talk about life grace, just talk about facts.

Even Koike's parents did not expect that his son could do such a great job.

If you don't move, it will move like a thunder. If you move down, there will be no room for change.

Overnight, public opinion was completely reversed, and sharp criticism turned in a direction and attacked the parents of Chi Xiaochi.

No one guided the 19-year-old Ikkoike how to handle this.

However, it took him ten months to successfully cut off the connection with his family. Since then, his parents have no face and no guts to entangle him.

In this confrontation, however, many issues remain unresolved.

After a lapse of six years, Chi Xiaochi appeared on the same interview program, and the host was still the host of the year.

She asked him: "July, have you ever thought about your parents' affairs, if you did not have" 72 Hours ", how would you go on the road to film and television in the future? Will it just go silent?"

July is the English name of Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Koike, wearing a turtleneck sweater, leaned on the side of the soft sofa with a single elbow, and said with a smile: "No. There is no" 72 hours ", there are" 36 hours "," 24 hours. "

After six years of precipitation, Chi Xiaochi is like this senior sweater with a slightly old color on his body. It is alienated, cold, and has a precious texture that is hard to erase.

The hostess stared at him admiringly: "Is that so confident?"

Chi Xiaochi replied: "Because it is me, so there is."

Before Chi Xiaochi's two sleeping pills failed, 061 just added his interview program here.

Through Chi Xiaochi's expression of smiling and advancing with ease, 061 saw "Cheng Ye" sitting in a porridge shop a few days ago, wrapped in a bit old down jacket, and quietly biting the bun.

At that time, his eyes were very gentle, and he was mixed with a little softness.

061 thought of that look, a little numb in his heart.

He clearly cares about family relationships, but why did he take that step when running his own family?

Chi Xiaochi is certainly not responsible for answering his questions.

He threw away the big projector in the living room, squeezed a glass of carrot juice, shrank on the sofa, and fiddled with the remote while drinking.

He said, "No one has watched the movie with me for a long time."

Before 061 said, Chi Xiaochi said, "Oh, you are not human."

061: "..." is right.

Chi Xiaochi: "Okay. What do you want to see?"

061: "Listen to you."

Chi Xiaochi laughed: "Oh, kind of thoughtful. This tone is like petting a girlfriend. You should be very popular with your AI."

061: "OK."

061 This is fine. He has a gentle personality and is always regarded as an emotional trash can by other AIs, which is indeed quite popular.

He quickly added: "But the overall system does not set an intimacy mode for AI. There is only pure friendship between us."

Chi Xiaochi clicked on the remote control button to select a movie: "I really didn't pursue it. You can create conditions without conditions. Don't you have 0 and 1?"

061: "..."

He reacted for a moment, and then felt that his ears and soul had been defiled.

Chi Xiaochi chose a horror movie and dimmed the light in the living room.

The system reminded him at the beginning: "Take the sound down a bit, and now when you're sleeping, don't make a noise with your neighbors."

"The sound insulation is very good here." Chi Xiaochi didn't care. "Unless I move to a new location to drill diamond oil here, no one will complain."

He was quite full, but as soon as the opening horror music sounded, Chi Xiaochi immediately reduced the volume from 40 to 20 all the way.

After watching for two minutes, Chi Koike's teeth began to fight.

061: "... Are you afraid?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Crap."

061: "... Are you still watching?"

Chi Xiaochi took the cup to cover his eyes: "I only watch it when someone accompanies me."

The system sighed and couldn't quite understand the mentality of getting scared.

However, he still adjusted the temperature control system in Chi Xiaochi's body slightly to adjust the amount of cold sweat, so that he was not uncomfortable.

For the next hour and a half, the system became a real-time broadcaster for Ji Xiaochi.

"The ghost didn't come out, rest assured, open your eyes .... I won't lie to you."

"According to this rhythm, the heroine will be okay when she looks back, and the ghost will come out when she turns again, her eyes closed."

As soon as the eyes opened and closed, Chi Xiaochi fell asleep on the sofa.

The system whispered softly: "Wake up, go back to bed, sleep on the sofa is easy to catch a cold."

Chi Xiaochi snorted, turned over, and pulled a thin blanket to make a ball.

061: "... hmm."

After a while, a dark shadow appeared in front of the sofa.

The tall young man in white and black pants leaned down and took Chi Xiaochi with a blanket in his arms.

Ji Xiaochi stiffened suddenly and opened his eyes quickly.

061 was a little embarrassed, but Chi Xiaochi closed his eyes again after watching Dingding for a while.

Chi Xiaochi thought, dreaming again, this time is a good dream.

Brother Lou could not be found to find him, or he would go again.

061 waited for a while and found that Chi Xiaochi seemed to be falling asleep again, and slowly hugged him into the bedroom.

Chi Xiaochi's little life on this side was quite moist, but Yang Baihua was very upset.

Returning home exhausted, but without hot soup and hot rice, only cold pots and cold stoves, Yang Baihua felt more unhappy.

Did he move directly to that little house? Can't wait so much? Not even time to say to yourself?

Yang Baihua was very tired. He felt that his enthusiasm for Cheng Hao had gradually decreased recently, and even the bed was in a state of lack of interest. He was often sleepy and soft when he was washing.

He was so busy with his work, but Master Cheng Yi never learned to be considerate.

Yang Baihua did not find Cheng Ye.

According to his experience, Cheng Yan is often the most restless one, and he will soon call to make up with him anyway.

However, his parents have been here for three or four days, and he hasn't waited for Cheng Yi's explanation.

When taking his parents out for dinner, he said very little, and couldn't hold his fingers against the holster of the steering wheel.

Dad Yang and his mother sat in the back seat, and his co-pilot sat his cousin Yang Xiaoyan.

After sitting for several days, Elder Lao hasn't gotten fresh with this car yet, and Mother Yang is studying the film on the window: "Zaizi, you can't see the inside from the outside."

Yang Baihua looked back and nodded and smiled: "Yes."

Yang Xiaoyan was painted with red nail polish, her makeup and clothes were very fashionable.

Her cell phone ran out of power. She borrowed Yang Baihua's cell phone to play, and she swore silently.

…… Earth.

She brushed Weibo for a while, responded to several fan messages, and clicked in and out of Yang Baihua's various mobile apps.

Out of gossip, she secretly opened up the chat records of Yang Baihua and Cheng Ye, turned a few pages, but saw three songs sent by Cheng Ye a few days ago, marked with demo 1, 2, and 3 respectively.

Yang Xiaoyan also occasionally wrote a minor tune, and of course she was very interested in her brother Cheng's work.

When the music echoed in the compartment without warning, Yang Baihua's scalp almost exploded.

He wanted to take down the phone, but he was driving, and he was afraid that his movements would cause parents to doubt, so he had to be anxious, and his cold sweat kept flowing outward.

In the other compartment, Yang Xiaoyan was overjoyed.

She could hear that this was not a completed demo, but it was just beginning to take shape, but the melody was quite creative and well-skilled, accompanied by a humming vocal voice, very exciting.

Yang Baihua said with a cold face, "Don't play music randomly, it costs traffic."

Yang Xiaoyan's eyes turned round and round, and he came up with an idea: "Is this written by Brother Cheng?"

Yang Baihua's face changed, and Yang Xiaoyan winked.

Yang Xiaoyan looked at him brightly, pretending not to understand.

Yang Baihua cursed.

This problem really caught the attention of the parents of the Yang family.

Dad Yang asked: "Xiao Cheng? Your brother's friend?"

Yang Xiaoyan replied, "Yeah, hasn't my brother told you? He's a good friend of his brother who is engaged in music."

The severe sweating of Yang Baihua's palms made him a little slippery while holding the steering wheel.

When I heard the word "good friend", Yang Yang was still a little bit anticipatory, but she could hear "engaging music". She dropped the corner of her sagging lips and made a disdainful expression, and looked at Yang Xiaoyan just now. There are similarities.

"Taipa, listen to Mom, don't mix with this kind of decent work. You are not the same as these people. You are a college student, a college student who has been tested one step at a time, God of Pride, this art of learning. Yes, a lot of them are little hooligans, they all have no way to learn art and have no success. "

Yang Baihua didn't say anything, but Yang Xiaoyan robbed Bai again: "Brother Xiaocheng has money at home, what relationship does people love to learn." She turned back to Yang Baihua to coquettishly, "Brother, isn't it?"

Mother Yang was embarrassed and looked at Yang Baihua.

Yang Baihua said along the **** line: "It's nothing to write about, just write and sing."

Mother Yang regained a little face, "snapped" and turned to Xiaoyan: "Have heard, rich people do these things."

Xiaoyan pretended not to hear, and fiddled with Yang Baihua's cell phone, the more she listened, the more she moved.

She tentatively asked Yang Baihua: "This is what Brother Cheng wrote casually? As before, didn't plan to sell it?"

Anxious to end this topic, Yang Baihua pressed the horn hard, and Shen Sheng replied, "His family has money, and it is not rare for him to sell songs. Besides, he is not happy that music is related to money."

Yang Xiaoyan was relieved.

She quietly picked out two of the three demos, forwarded them to her WeChat, and moved her finger to quickly and silently delete the forwarding record on Yang Baihua's mobile phone.