Reborn Model Worker and Movie King

Chapter 10

What room do you look forward to?Absolutely not.

He just upholds the principle that things can be done to death but words can't be said to be dead, and he is doing Tai Chi with Hu Wenmo while performing here.

Naturally, Hu Wenmo couldn't detect the actor-level acting skills hidden under the appearance of any fresh meat. Seeing him like this, he thought there was something to be said, so he immediately brewed a bunch of words.

"Yes, young people, with ambitions, I can fully understand. The entertainment industry is a good platform for development, but the popularity of those live broadcast platforms also indicates a general trend in the entertainment market."

"Our current first brother, Chen Zexi, has nearly 2000 million fans, and his popularity is comparable to the first-line stars in the entertainment industry. In my opinion, your qualifications are indeed excellent. Compared with the current first brother on our platform, you , may have even more development potential in the future.”

He Jianyi waved his hands in embarrassment, retreated a little behind the chair, and shook his head repeatedly.

"No, no, I'm not as good as Chen Zexi, you think too highly of me."

At this moment, He Jian actually only had one thought in his heart, who is Chen Zexi?

"Xiao He, to tell you the truth, from the time I discovered you until now, I have been in a state of being shocked by you. You really have the ability to play and sing live, and you have a strong sense of the stage. Today I saw your performance with my own eyes. Your piano level, you are really amazing."

Hu Wenmo expressed a part of his admiration in his heart, and he packed the rest and took it home to digest. He still understands the truth that talking too much and going too far will make people feel cheap.

"Thank you, Mr. Hu, but I'm really not as good as you imagined. The halo you give me is too great."

He Jian's extreme disrespect for people in his heart is in stark contrast to his formal restraint, which is probably one of his most distinctive characteristics.

"Let me tell you the truth, Xiao He, the entertainment industry is not that easy to mess with. If you want, I can personally promote you on our platform."

"Praise me for the position? What do you think I can broadcast?"

He propped his side face up with one hand and raised the corners of his mouth, smiling softly.Hu Wenmo stared into his eyes, feeling as if he was suddenly blown by the evening breeze in October, and his heart was cool and comfortable.

He was dizzy for a while, trying to suppress his agitation, and even put back his Northeast Zhazi accent, and replaced it with a serious mandarin.

"I think you can play the piano, Chopin, Mozart..."

He Jian lowered his eyes and smiled deeper.

"Let me play classical music? Do you think the average audience would want to see this?"

This is a bit of an idiot, it can be said that I am very sorry for the audience who love to listen to classical music, but He Jianjian only said that, the main purpose is actually to deal with Hu Wenmo.

Hu Wenmo's heartbeat missed a beat. He felt that the air around him was getting thinner and his palms and feet were sweaty. He was obviously so nervous, but he still wanted to stand up and wave the flag desperately.

Damn, I listen!Even if you play shit, I'd love to hear it the most, as long as you're willing to play it for me!

Hu Wenmo felt that he was thinking about He Jian so much that he was going crazy.

If he was given a chance, he would definitely be able to push any room down and sleep 180 times without repeating the same.

It's really going to kill me, this kid's voice is so pleasant to foul, gentle and considerate, it's really the first time for Hu Wenmo to experience the feeling of being soft-legged by a man's voice.

"Xiao He, although I feel sleepy listening to classical music, I really like Maxim."

"Then do you know what Maxim's full name is?" He Jian asked the last question, and Hu Wenmo was stunned for a moment, completely petrified.

He Jianjian met his eyes for nearly a minute, then got up, looked at him with a smile on his face, and said:

"Mr. Hu, it's better to continue listening to the piano."

He Jian knew that he spent most of his time playing the piano against the cow, and there was actually no need to remember all the cumbersome full names of the artist. He was just deliberately making things difficult for Hu Wenmo.

A penny is hard for a hero, he doesn't have that much energy to earn as much money as he did in his previous life, and earn a halo for himself.

He was tired from the time when everything about him faded from sight like a mirage.

Maybe live broadcasting is another way out, at least you can stay at home.

Hu Wenmo didn't know what to say anymore. In order not to make himself look more stupid, he had to hold back all his words and nodded repeatedly.

In the end, the two had dinner together, and Hu Wenmo formally handed over a business card to He Jian, He Jian smiled and gave him his own WeChat.

Hu Wenmo, who got the male god's WeChat, was so happy that he exploded, but on the surface he was still quite calm.

He Jianjian declined Hu Wenmo's request to send him back, and boarded the subway back to school by himself.

He was sitting in a chair, wearing earplugs, and a Mozart concerto was playing from the playlist.

He Jianjian stared at the small TV screen on the subway in a daze, thinking of being alone after returning home, he always felt empty in his heart.

There were five or six girls who smelled of alcohol sitting next to them. They looked about ten years old, and they probably went out to play at night.

The sound of He Jian's earphones was not loud. He sat next to him and vaguely heard the girls discussing him.

"Little Hong! Look at the little brother over there, damn it, how can he be so handsome."

"Hurry up, your chance has come." The girl named Xiaohong swallowed her saliva and retorted with a blushing face.

"It's your chance, okay! Success or failure depends on tonight."

"Damn it's really handsome, what should I do, I want to ask for WeChat!"

"Hurry up, okay? If I get off at the next stop, you may never meet such a handsome little brother again in your life."

...He Jianjian felt a little scared, he hesitated for a moment, got up and walked forward, changing a car.

When the girls behind him saw He Jian leaving, they knew that he had reacted to what they said, and became even more excited.

A very sweet-looking girl chased after her, and then grabbed the iron pillar He Jian was holding. It was the girl named Xiaohong.

"I think you're very handsome."

The girl is such a straightforward nympho, even a person like He Jian, who has experienced a lot of harassment by illegitimate meals in his previous life, can't hold back his face.

The girl saw that He Jian's face changed suddenly, and she was a little confused. She touched the steel pipe and said in a pleading tone:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't be upset, I really think you are handsome, you don't know... I was looking at you over there just now, and I was very nervous, but I couldn't help but want to see you more."

He Jianjian pursed his lips, looked up at the roof of the car, and then looked down at the girl: "Well, so?"

With a little questioning tone.

The girl who talked to He Jianjian was so nervous that she even started to stutter. She swallowed several times before speaking.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"My name is Aqiang." Seeing her so nervous, He Jian couldn't bear it, so he thought of a random name.

"Aqiang..." The girl murmured silently, and then responded quickly.

"Can you let me add WeChat, or let me follow your Weibo, I really want to know you!"

……

He Jian suddenly felt that he was cursed, and he would be cursed by someone asking for his contact information as soon as he took the subway.

"Next time? Okay, if I can meet you next time, I will know you."

He Jianchang transformed the resentment in his heart into a little sun, and he smiled gently at the girl.

The girl's eyes suddenly lit up extremely brightly, she opened her mouth slightly, and nodded obsessively, full of fascination.

When the last note of the concerto in his ears stopped, He Jianjian took off his earphones, got up and stood by the door, and got off the subway directly, no matter which station it was.

He stepped off the subway, looked up and took a deep breath, then sighed.

Damn, it's so annoying, why does this kind of thing always happen.

He Jian remembered that when he was a teenager, no woman would ever come to chat with him.

At that time, only the piano was on his mind, introverted and taciturn, just like a teenager suffering from depression.

At that time, he definitely could not have imagined that his future self would become like this...

After going out, He Jianchi wandered around with his pocket in his pocket. He listened to the sound of the wind and leaves, looked at the passing vehicles and pedestrians, and the lights of thousands of houses in the city. He felt like a ghost floating in the city.

He felt a little cold, so he took out the earphones and stuffed them in his ears, started playing Mozart's concerto from the beginning, and walked aimlessly on the unknown street.

It is rare for He Jian to start thinking about his own life. There is not a single star in the sky, and there is not a single cloud. The wind can even pick up the poplar catkins falling from the poplar trees.

He walked on the street for several hours, and the phone rang again to warn that the battery was low.

Looking at the mobile phone that was on the verge of shutting down, He Jianjian fumbled in his pocket and took out a student card and seven yuan and twenty cents.

He looked around. There was a wide road here, and there was a dilapidated wall on the side of the path. Apart from that, there were no other road signs.

Suddenly, I really wanted to hear Tu Muyuan's voice.

He Jianjian stared at the phone and hesitated for a long time, and finally called Tu Muyuan.

At one o'clock in the morning, according to Tu Muyuan's biological clock, it is already his deep sleep period, but He Jian still only waited for a short while until the man answered the phone. pass.

"Old Tu, I'm lost."

Before Tu Muyuan could speak, He Jianjian explained the troubles he encountered straight to the point.

"Lost? Where did you get lost? What was the last signpost you saw?" Tu Muyuan's voice was still a little dazed and hoarse when he just woke up. The smell of the bed.

"I'm here..." Before He Jianjian finished speaking, the phone he was holding suddenly vibrated. He looked at the screen and turned it off.

He Jian suddenly wanted to laugh, and then he really laughed out loud.

……

Tu Muyuan, Tu Muyuan, Tu Muyuan.

Thinking of the quarrel that night, He Jian felt extremely uncomfortable.

The person he was least willing to hurt was Tu Muyuan, but Jiang Yin was the woman who really walked into his life in his previous life.

He Jian felt that he was being driven crazy by Tu Muyuan, why did Tu Muyuan like him so much?What does he really like?

The fight the night before yesterday really broke He Jian's heart, but even though it was so hard, he still didn't like Tu Muyuan.

Did he really treat Tu Muyuan as his mother?

He Jian sat on the road against the wall, looking at the distant sky, a small moon hung in the sky, and there were no stars in the sky.

Maybe because he didn't sleep last night, He Jian's head became heavier and heavier. He yawned, fell to the ground thinking about Tu Muyuan, and fell asleep without knowing it.

He had a long dream.