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Chapter 19
Chapter 19 The Peak Showdown between Beauty and Acting (Nineteen)
Xu Qichen was a little confused.
He didn't understand why he didn't resist, let alone the meaning of the kiss.
He seemed to be controlled by something, and as soon as he met Lin Ran, he couldn't help it.
Ten years later, this feeling has reappeared.
But for a moment, he really hoped that time would stop like this, even if he couldn't go back to the real world.
Lin Ran originally planned to wait for the sunrise here, but he didn't expect it to rain suddenly. The rain in the coastal cities was so destructive that the two of them could only ride their cars and flee in the wild, embarrassingly romantic.
Back at the hotel, he took a hot shower, Xu Qichen wiped off the vapor on the mirror, saw the face that didn't belong to him, and thought of Lin Ran's kiss.
My heart suddenly became empty.
"0901, are you asleep?"
0901: "Mr. Xu, I am an AI and I don't need sleep."
Xu Qichen snorted and asked again, "Do you think Lin Ran likes me now?"
0901: "Mr. Xu, this is a foul."
Xu Qichen: "I just want to talk to someone."
0901: "You can ask Lin Ran."
Xu Qichen's first reaction was no, he turned over, "He is a difficult person to understand. I can't always tell whether what he said was joking or serious."
0901: "Have you not met such a person before?"
Xu Qichen did not answer.
The reward page appeared in the system again. This time, there were 2,000 points. Xu Qichen had collected the points, but his mind was still confused.
He felt that everything was going too smoothly.
Obviously his mission is to try to attack him, but why is he more passive?
Did Lin Ran fall in love with him so easily?
Why, I can't find an answer that can convince myself.
What if Lin Ran didn't like him, but just got into the drama too deeply and lost control for a while?
Or it's as simple as just having fun.
The result of his thinking made him more and more uncertain. He could not fall asleep in bed no matter what, so he could only keep his eyes open until dawn.
The result is that when got on the plane, started to sleep, and slept darkly.
The flight attendant in first class hesitated for a long time, then walked to Lin Ran's side, "Mr. Lin Ran, I, I'm your movie fan, can you take a photo with me?"
Lin Ran readily agreed, stood up and took a picture with the two flight attendants, but he only noticed that the other flight attendant kept staring at Xu Qichen, who was sleeping unconscious in the seat next to Lin Ran.
"He didn't have a good rest yesterday." The air conditioner turned on very cold, remembering that there was a heavy rain last night, Lin Ran smiled at the flight attendant, "Please help me with another blanket."
The flight attendant nodded again and again, "Okay, wait a moment." She quickly took a blanket and handed it to Lin Ran, who gently covered Xu Qichen with the blanket. Come down, revealing a messy hair.
The plane flew for more than ten hours, and Xu Qichen also slept for more than ten hours. Before getting off the plane, he was woken up by Zhang Xiaoxiao. He slept in a mess, and he could only tuck it back and put his hat on his head.
Li Yun emphasized the airport fashion many times before, but Xu Qichen, who was half asleep, completely forgot about it. She didn't wear sunglasses, but she still had a plain face, unlike Lin Ran who was walking in front, her shape was concave just right. Always keep a smile on your face.
There were far more fans picking up the plane than he had imagined. Xu Qichen, Lin Ran, and a few staff were surrounded by three floors and three floors. Xu Qichen felt that everyone was calling him and stuffing things into his arms. He was a little overwhelmed, and his mind was more chaotic than the pick-up site.
One fan shouted: "Brother Mengze, did you sleep on the plane?"
Xu Qichen turned his head, the little girl was taking a picture of him with a mobile phone, and he tilted his head embarrassedly, "How do you know?"
"You have a sleeping mark on your right face."
There was a burst of laughter around, Xu Qichen snorted, rubbed his cheeks, and then laughed along with him. Looking forward, Lin Ran could no longer be found. He stuck his head out in the crowd and looked around.
"Brother what are you looking for?"
Xu Qichen: "Well... Where's Lin Ran?"
The little girls around suddenly screamed, making Xu Qichen shiver.
Did he say something wrong?
"Over there! Brother, Lin Ran is over there!"
"Oh thank you, I see." Xu Qichen hurriedly squeezed past the crowd and went in Lin Ran's direction.
When he arrived at the hotel arranged by the Shanghai studio, Xu Qichen was so tired that his bones fell apart. He was obviously a little girl, how could he be so strong.
The temperature in Shanghai is not much lower than that of Nice, and it seems to be more stuffy.
However, even if the place was changed, the high efficiency of the crew remained unchanged, and everyone entered the state at the fastest speed.
"The first time of the 58th game of "Nanke", start! Clap!"
The office is busy and crowded.
Nan Ke focused on writing the last paragraph of the interview, and then fell back on the swivel chair.
so tired.
"Nanke!"
Before the half-minute break, he heard the director calling his name. Nan Ke sat upright and responded, "What's wrong?"
The director was sweating with anxiety, and walked around a lot of colleagues who were discussing the manuscript to Nan Ke's work station. "Gina went to the hospital emergency room for appendicitis. You have to take care of the interview in her hand!"
Nan Ke looked embarrassed, "But I have an appointment later, it's almost time..."
The director waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, I can ask Xiao Chen to do it for you." He put a stack of documents on Nanke's desk, "We agreed to this interview after almost two months, because he was in China. first interview!"
Nan Ke glanced at the document, and the interviewee was a writer, "Nathan? French?"
"That's right, a rookie in the literary world over the past few years. You and Gina in the group have no problem communicating in French. When she falls, only you can get in. Don't worry, I will arrange your work for you. You just go right now!"
It is not the first time that Nan Ke, the pillar of the magazine, has experienced such a thing as rushing ducks to the shelves.
"Don't you need a camera?"
"Don't bring it, the other party said that they don't want to be exposed, and only do text interviews."
I drove to the reservation place, it was a five-star hotel, and was allowed to enter after explained the intention to the front desk.
presidential suite. This writer is not simple at all. Since Nanke entered the media industry, he has been squeezed out of time, and the hobby of reading books has become a luxury. Therefore, he is not familiar with this Nathan, but he looks at this posture. , guess he is also a typical French romantic novelist.
Standing at the door, Nan Ke tidyed up his meters, and then rang the doorbell.
no respond.
After a while, press it again.
Still the same.
After repeating it about six times, there was a little sound from the door, dinging and light, as if something had been knocked over.
The door opened.
"Hello, I'm Nan, a reporter from XX Magazine..."
The self-introduction that was so familiar that it could no longer be familiar was stuck in his throat the moment he saw the other party.
The person in front of him was not the blond, blue-eyed and tall French youth he had imagined.
It was a thin, pale, black-haired man with a white shirt half-open on his upper body. It was estimated that he had just put it on. He exuded a mixture of spirits and men's perfume. The whole person slowly slid to the ground.
He raised his head and met Nan Ke's gaze. The hangover made his reaction much slower than a normal person. His eyes narrowed slowly, and at the moment when the reporter's face was finally clear, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Soon, he returned to his blurred eyes, smiled, and greeted him in French.
"Hello, I'm Nathan."
He struggled to get up from the ground, his swaying body finally came to a stand, he stroked his slightly long hair back, and at Nan Ke, who had not recovered from his shock, he smiled slightly, and said in Chinese, "Of course, it's called It doesn't matter to me, Yu Ning, as you like."
Nan Ke didn't shake that hand back. Instead, Yu Ning was the first to break the awkward silence. He turned around, staggered across the crooked furniture, opened the curtains, and the sun pierced him subconsciously and covered his eyes.
Then he moved the two chairs and pointed to one of them, "Please sit down." I dug out a note from somewhere, with the reservation information written on it, "If I remember correctly, the reporter assigned by your agency is a woman. The child is right."
Nan Ke closed the door, walked to the chair and sat down, "Yes, I temporarily replaced her."
Yu Ning raised his eyebrows, "I'm so sorry, I remembered the wrong day, I went out last night..." He shrugged, "It doesn't matter, I'm sober now, it won't affect your work."
Nan Ke tightly squeezed the recorder in his hand, completely unable to hear what Yu Ning said, only the hickey on his collarbone, the bruise on his wrist, and the mess on the floor of the suite.
Yu Ning leaned against the chair and looked at him.
"Aren't you going to start?"
"CUT!" Director Chen, who was sitting behind the monitor, suddenly stopped and stepped forward, "Yu Ning, you need to be in a state where you use disguise to cover up your inner emotions. You have to take care of this."
Xu Qichen nodded and took a deep breath. The change in Yu Ning's state seven years ago and seven years later is really different. This is a challenge for any actor, not to mention that he is only a newcomer.
Looking up at Lin Ran, Lin Ran was playing with the recorder in his hand, feeling that Xu Qichen was looking at him, and raised his head.
"Why can you enter the state so quickly?" Xu Qichen asked him for advice very sincerely.
"What state?"
"It's Nan Ke's state," Xu Qichen explained. "You can jump out of the scene a few days ago and immediately enter Nan Ke's mood after the reunion."
Lin Ran smiled and didn't speak.
He couldn't say that as soon as he saw Xu Qichen, he was furious when he was played.
"Are you still immersed in the dream seven years ago," Lin Ran suddenly said.
His expression has a contempt, and he is very serious, "Those are fake, ambiguous is false, and like it is also fake. When the posture is so ugly, now I know convergence, do you have to be decent when you reunite? "
Seeing Xu Qichen's brows frowned slightly, Lin Ran continued: "Do you really think someone likes you? What do you like you? This face? Still like your innocence of you? The consolation of the time point is not liked at all. "
Xu Qichen's eyes darkened, and his thoughts seemed to be no longer here, but it was far away. Lin Ran immediately changed his tone, "Remember the sadness now, you have to hate Nanke."
Xu Qichen looked up at Lin Ran, and the other party responded to a warm smile. "The words just said are not true."
On the one hand, he wants to understand the mood of being hurt, and on the other hand, he feels distressed because he is really sad.
So troublesome.
"Let's come again!"
"" Nanke ", the second time, the second time, start! Slap!"
As the sound of the board fell, Xu Qichen's face smiled, and Lin Ran's face gradually blurred, and it fused with a face in the memory.
"Don't start? Mr. Reporter?"
Nanke held the hand bone joint of the recording pen. He lowered his head and opened the questioning of his colleagues in advance. Loneliness, but your profile only wrote the phrase "This is a love story ', so is this reflecting your ..."
He did not expect that the first question of Gina's preparation was so embarrassing.
Yu Ning raised his elbow and looked at Nan Ke with his head. "Every book I wrote reflects my view of love." He smiled. "Everyone will have different opinions on love. In other words ... probably a idiom in China. "
Yu Ning smiled and continued: "The bird of shocking."
"My view of love is very negative. It can be said that I am that bird."
Nanke bowed his head and asked the words on the draft seemed to be rotating. He spent a lot of effort to focus on it: "You describe the state of depression in the novel very realistic. How do I get the material? "
"No one said, is depression, do you care about the writer's group?" After saying this, when he saw Nan Ke's face changed, Yu Ning laughed again. respectively.
"Just kidding. I just can dig into the anxiety and frustration of my heart, so it's enough."
In this way, according to the questioning one by one, Yu Ning unexpectedly cooperated and flowed quietly.
Nan Ke asked the manuscript and asked the last question.
"Readers are very curious, what are the sources of inspiration?"
"The source of inspiration ..." Yu Ning's eyes fluttered, "Alcohol? A lot of alcohol. Also ... I'm not sure if you can write it in ..."
Yu Ning's eyes stopped on Nanke, and silently made a mouthful of his eyes.
An English word, the lip shape looks like a smile.
SEX.
Nan Ke suddenly pressed the closing key of the recording pen.
Yu Ning's face was puzzled, until the other party stepped forward, his hands trembled and grabbed his collar. He still kept his face puzzled. "Mr. Reporter, why are you angry?"
"I, who were abandoned by you without telling me, are still smiling."