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When putting on makeup, Lu Wenxi said, "I heard that Ge Xinlong is performing a drama here, buy me a ticket, I will go there today."
"Boss, you're not going to smash the scene, are you? Don't, your image has just recovered a little." Lin Xiao was startled and asked quickly.
"Am I that kind of person in your heart?"
"Yes."
Lu Wenxi was silent for a moment before explaining with a sigh, "I'm going to ask for advice humbly."
"Oh, the curve saves the country? Do you want to contact the reporter?"
"If you don't look for reporters, you have to hide from reporters. Let's go private, otherwise it's too fake, and the seniors will probably hate me even more."
Lin Xiao stopped putting on makeup, stared at Lu Wenxi for a while, and made sure that Lu Wenxi was not joking, so he nodded. Instead of putting on makeup, he took his mobile phone and helped Lu Wenxi book tickets.
Lu Wenxi, Xu Chen, Lin Xiao, Xie Ke, Brother Liu, a total of five people, bought five tickets, and the tickets for the day could still buy consecutive seats, which shows how low the admission rate is.
Now... dramas are no good, especially if there are no gimmicks or publicity dramas, only diehard fans will watch them.
Because he was going to see the old senior, Lin Xiao gave Lu Wenxi the look today, which was more masculine and low-key than before. The white shirt and black trousers are very formal, but the two buttons on the neckline are unbuttoned, which makes it look more casual.
The hairstyle is not too exaggerated, it is a very normal and restrained hairstyle, and the makeup on the face is also daily makeup, which can be said to be scheming nude makeup.
The group set off. Brother Liu had already picked up an official car at the company branch in this city, and several people went to the theater together.
On the way, Lin Xiao and Xie Ke have been chatting with Xie Ke's netizens.
Xie Ke's netizens are friends in the same circle and are also engaged in photography. He is regarded as a young literary man, two years younger than Xie Ke. heard that the image is gentle, high-quality and warm.
Xie Ke has a private Weibo, where he posts some photography works. Of course, there is nothing related to Lu Wenxi. It's all the works he took on weekdays and his private work. The two of them followed each other and later added WeChat friends.
The man opened his own photography studio, specializing in taking literary-style personal portraits, which are those touching flowers, touching grass, bright and sad, or sweet and lovely styles at a forty-five-degree angle.
When the man heard that Xie Ke was in the city, he made an appointment to meet. To be on the safe side, Xie Ke also asked Xu Chen to go with her, saying it was his younger brother. Xu Chen is a dedicated bodyguard, and he didn't say a word except to eat along the way.
"Xiao Chenchen's fortune-telling is quite accurate, you really have a peach blossom luck! Then am I really a late marriage and late childbirth?" Lin Xiao couldn't help sighing.
"Well, the eight characters haven't been written yet." Xie Ke immediately retorted, seeming a little shy.
"I see that you have a good impression of him, but you still don't admit it."
"A good impression is a good impression, but whether it can become a good impression is another matter, especially for someone like me who runs around with the boss."
Hearing this, Lu Wenxi immediately interjected: "Don't say it as if I'm delaying your life."
"Boss, can you tell me how you broke that bathtub?" Lin Xiao asked Lu Wenxi halfway through the chat.
When she went to the bathroom in the morning, Lin Xiao's attention was all on her socks and panties, and she didn't pay attention to the bathtub at all. When Lu Wenxi said she wanted to pay for the bathtub in the morning, she noticed that it was simply the lethality of being bombarded.
"Oh... I fell." Lu Wenxi said indifferently.
"As it is said, if you go to collide with a tank, the tank will collapse in the end, but you are fine." Lin Xiao couldn't help but retort.
"Then I have to tell you." Lu Wenxi said, taking a deep breath, looking very heavy.
Lin Xiao immediately regained his senses and listened attentively.
"My mysterious power has lifted the seal, it's only the initial stage, I still can't control it..." Lu Wenxi replied.
Lin Xiao immediately gave Lu Wenxi a blank look and stopped asking.
When we got to the theater, when we entered, there were not many people. Lu Wenxi sat on the seat, took out his mobile phone and swiped Weibo and waited.
Fat Momo's Weibo post yesterday was still the headline. One night passed, but the popularity has not passed, but more and more people are paying attention. "Lu Wenxi, I want to stir up scandals with you." This sentence has also been spoofed by netizens, made into various emojis, and has a tendency to become a buzzword.
However, most of the names have been changed, and they have become sentences such as "male god, I want to stir up scandals with you", which is like expressing love and making crazy calls.
This kind of result really surprised Lu Wenxi, it was a pleasant surprise.
Looking at the others, found that he and Bai et al. Yan's mutual relations were also on the hot search, but the position was not high, and they were in a tepid state.
How boring are these people? Are you concerned about this?
Now on Weibo, the popularity of his poor acting skills has basically passed, and netizens have forgotten their previous strong disgust, and instead began to turn their backs on him and turn their fans into fans. This situation is very good.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Lin Xiao and Xie Ke were still chatting about the photographer. Lu Wenxi glanced at the attendance in the theater and couldn't help but feel chills.
If it is a popular idol's concert, the ticket price will be dozens or even a hundred times higher, and tickets may not necessarily be bought, and scalpers are rampant.
But the drama performance is very embarrassing. Even if the performances on the stage are all older generation artists, or during the National Day holiday, it is still not a blockbuster.
Drama is the most classic teahouse.
It was not only the old artist Ge Xinlong who participated in the performance, but also several others, probably because of their love for dialogue dramas, even if they saw the deserted audience, they were very devoted to the performance.
It was also the first time for Lu Wenxi to watch a drama performance so seriously. From the movements, movements, expressions and lines of each actor, he observed it very carefully, and his emotions followed the plot. The old artist was shocked.
Age doesn't deserve respect.
What deserves respect is their life experience, experience, and the acting skills they have accumulated.
When he first saw Ge Xinlong criticizing him, Lu Wenxi's first feeling was dissatisfaction.
An old guy with unknown origin suddenly scolded him by name, crazy, right? Is it bad to take care of your own land and teach your children and grandchildren?
Now he suddenly had an epiphany.
If, one day, he suddenly died, then people would be left with the impression of a cynical son and a work that he couldn't produce at all.
This was not the result he wanted.
He doesn't seek fame for eternity, he just wants not to be stigmatized for eternity.
To clean up his own image, he can only prove himself by himself.
Unconsciously, the number of people in the theater suddenly increased, and some people were walking around in the theater, and the flashing lights kept going.
Only then did Lu Wenxi come back to his senses, knowing that he might have been discovered by the fans, and then the fans ran to tell each other, and after a while, they came one after another.
A bit noisy.
Lu Wenxi looked left and right, noticing that many people were looking at him, so he raised his hand, put his index finger to his lips, and made a "shh, be quiet" gesture, and after that, the theater was much quieter.
Then he calmed down and continued watching the show.
Lu Wenxi rested his chin with one hand and whispered to Xu Chen who was sitting beside him: "What do you think?"
"This is your job?"
"Similar, but mine was recorded with a camera or something and played on the screen, similar to a movie you watch."
"I suddenly understand something."
"Am I great?"