Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 21 The actor's Weibo

Qi Yue was hopeless, she just had one wish, whether it was Song Yan or Song Zhaoyan, not to repeat the same mistakes.

Yuxi looked at her, but couldn't hold back, and hugged her in his arms.

For a moment, she felt that she was actually the same as Qi Yue, with intertwined fates, and she couldn't meet someone who could really put her heart into it.

Love makes people blind, but also makes people surrender willingly.

The two sat on the sofa with their heads in their arms for half a night, and the end result was that both of their necks were twisted.

On the weekend, Qi Huan said that he would wait for Cheng Zhi to go to the amusement park, and asked Qi Yue if he would go.

Qi Yuewo drew cartoons for Song Yan at home, with her mobile phone next to her, and Cheng Zhi called her "little aunt" softly, feeling dazed for a moment.

The most naive in this world is probably a child. It is really a truth that if you have money, you are your father.

Qi Yue stopped the pen in her hand, and said: "I'm a little busy, I won't go out today, you can go.

I haven't been home for a long time, if you have time, go back and see my parents for me. "

Qi Huan let out a "hmm", and the atmosphere immediately sank.

Qi Yue hung up the phone, stood up and turned on the TV.

It happened to be a tea advertisement endorsed by Song Yan. He was wearing fresh green clothes, holding a bottle of tea in his hand, and looked young and energetic when he laughed.

Since paying attention to Song Yan's Chaohua, Qi Yue has collected many of Song Yan's photos, and draws them out when he is free. Sometimes he stops in the middle of the painting, and then thinks about it two days later to continue painting.

Qi Yue frowned, and after watching Song Yan's commercial, she changed the channel.

Song Yan sat on the big bed in the hotel, his eyes half-closed tiredly, next to the wound medicine left by the assistant when he left.

The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up, and there was a bruise on the forearm that couldn't be ignored, which was caught by the heroine who played with her during filming in the morning.

It hurt a little when he grabbed it, and he thought nothing happened, so he didn't care much.Later, he was pushed and bumped against the door in Daxie, and the small piece rubbed against it, and the pain hit him. He pulled up his sleeve and saw that there was a big piece of bruise.

The assistant felt sorry for him, and wanted to discuss an explanation with the heroine who arrested him on the spot, but Song Yan stopped him, and she didn't mean it, so there's no need to be so desperate.

Song Yan took out a tube of trauma ointment and unscrewed it with one hand, squeezed out the milky white ointment and applied it to the wound, and gently spread it with his fingers.

People are most likely to feel lonely when they are vulnerable. Song Yan sat alone on the big bed in the suite. The loneliness spread from the bottom of his heart, extended to all limbs, and surrounded him.

He has not contacted Qi Yue for more than a month.

Ever since he came out of the apartment with the painting that Qi Yue drew for her that day, he never went to that place again.

Song Yan's mobile phone vibrated, he picked it up and opened it, and saw a Weibo update message, clicked on EIHEI. Updated the latest comic.

Song Yan looked at him in the comics. This picture was obviously cut out from an advertisement for his new endorsement. He drew it casually, colored it and sent it out without modifying the details.

He chuckled, and followed EIHEI with his trumpet. In fact, it was because this blogger was the first person to draw his comics, and he drew them for two consecutive years.

Later, he stopped updating, and Song Yan felt it was a pity.About 60.00% of his cartoons circulated on the Internet during that time were drawn by this blogger, and Song Yan even liked him with a trumpet.

This time, as usual, he opened the manga and clicked save.

He hasn't logged into his Weibo for a long time. In fact, sometimes he doesn't know the password himself, and his assistants and people in the company are always handling it. He is afraid that they will accidentally like some Weibo or follow him. Someone, which caused scandal or was scolded.

Song Yan has never played with these things very much, so he doesn't have to worry about running them.

But this time, Song Yan wanted to log in.

He called his assistant Xu Zhen and asked him to send the Weibo password. Xu Zhen asked him what he wanted to do in an alert voice.

Song Yan frowned, and said impatiently: "Pet fan."

Song Yan gave this reason to the authorities and was perfunctory. Xu Zhen asked him what he wanted to post, and Song Yan said he would post a few photos casually, but he couldn't post text.

Only then did Xu Zhen hesitantly tell him the Weibo password.

Song Yan felt a little bit off in his heart, he wasn't even a little unsure what the entertainment industry had brought him.

He signed a VAM contract with the company and brought a lot of profits to the company over the years, but they still regarded him as a money-making tool in an attempt to squeeze out all the available value from him before the contract expired.

Freedom is deprived, food is also controlled, what time and what to do is recorded in a notebook.

Song Yan sometimes feels like a well-written program, the entertainment company is the one who wrote him, as long as they start, then he will follow the algorithm step by step.

Fortunately, the contract expires in two years, Song Yanyan will not renew the contract at that time, he is not short of money, and he has earned enough for Star Entertainment these years.

Song Yan logged into Weibo, found the picture, and clicked send.

There is no word matching, and no picture editing.

The watermark of EIHEI. is still at the bottom of the picture, it is not easy to ignore the watermark.

After posting, he casually browsed the company's recent Weibo posts in his name, all of which were advertisements and original works.

Song Yan lowered his eyes, no emotion could be seen on his face.

As soon as he logged out of Weibo, Xu Zhen swiped his room card and walked in: "Brother Yan, have you rested, the afternoon show will start soon."

Song Yan put away the phone, stood up and moved his arms, took out a tissue to wipe off the ointment, and said, "Wait for me outside, I'll change my clothes."

Song Yan changed into a looser T-shirt. Summer is here, and the weather is gradually changing. Qingdao is near the sea, and the temperature has reached 24-[-] degrees. It is quite difficult to actually film in this weather.

"Brother Yan, after two scenes in the afternoon, you'll be fine. We fly back to Jiang City at [-]:[-] pm to shoot a commercial, and then fly back at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning." Xu Zhen kept reporting. Following Song Yan's afternoon itinerary.

Song Yan just nodded.

"Brother Yan, I saw your Weibo just now, the picture you posted has a watermark at the bottom." Xu Zhen said again.

Song Yan glanced at him with threats in his eyes, but did not speak.

What Xu Zhen wanted to say was suppressed in his throat by his eyes. Forget it, let the agent, Sister Xiao, speak to Song.

This man is really scary.

When he arrived at the set, Song Yan was dragged over to put on makeup and change costumes, tossing for more than half an hour.

As soon as he came out of the dressing room, he ran into the heroine of the crew standing outside the door.

The heroine's name is Xu Beiyin, and she works in the same company as Song Yan. She pursed her lips and looked at him with a face of self-blame, and was startled when she saw Song Yan come.

"Is there something wrong?" Song Yan asked her.

Xu Beiyin took out a bottle of green ointment: "Senior Brother, I'm really sorry for hurting you this morning. Here, I've been using this ointment and it works pretty well."

She handed the ointment to Song Yan, who only glanced at it and said, "No, thank you."

Song Yan didn't say it was okay, he still cared very much when he was narrow-minded, Xu Beiyin grabbed him so hard, it was just a small friction, she was a little girl, the strength of her hand directly made his arm blue One piece, who knows if she did it on purpose?

"Brother!" Xu Beiyin looked at his back and shouted.

(End of this chapter)