Du Zigui is on fire, a small fire, and it is far from a serious artist, but it can be regarded as a sudden fire.

At first, when he came out of the door of Fujialou to buy soy milk buns in the morning, he was walking back with the vegetable buns in his mouth, only to hear a young girl behind him whispering something excitedly to his companion, and when he turned around, the girl's finger was pointing at him.

Du Zigui swallowed the vegetable bag in his mouth, was stunned for a moment, and said, "Excuse me, do you have anything to do with me?"

The girl let out a groundhog scream excitedly, and then pulled up a photo from her mobile phone and compared it with him, only then did she confirm her thoughts: "You are that Du Zigui!"

"Oh my God, real people look so good, it's even better than in the photos!"

Du Zigui squinted his eyes and glanced at her mobile phone, and found that she opened the promotional picture taken by the program team when he was on "Please Give Me Time for a Song" before.

There was no repercussion when the show was broadcast, who would have thought that he would become popular at this time.

"May we take a picture with you?"

He looked at the two girls who were a little overexcited because they saw him: "...... Yes, no problem. ”

When he took a group photo, he was still carrying two plastic bags in his hands, one containing vegetable buns and the other containing soy milk. There was a little bit of oil on the lips that had not been wiped clean, as if they had been coated with lip balm, shiny.

"Three, two, one, CHEESE!"

The girl's mobile phone was turned on the selfie software, and Du Zigui saw that in the photo, her jaw became pointy, her eyes were enlarged, her skin was a little foggy, and her lips were a little red, as if she was wearing makeup.

Du Zigui felt uncomfortable.

Who would have thought that the girl would take that photo and post it on Weibo, and there are more and more voices talking about him on the Internet.

"Oh my God, I actually met Du Zigui at the breakfast stall at the entrance of Fujia House today, the little brother is really good-looking, that nose bridge, that eyelashes, the jade-faced Xiaolangjun who is alive!"

"Yes, yes, yes, it's really good-looking, after seeing his name on New Year's Eve, I followed the trend to archaeology and went to archaeology to participate in the video of his participation in the period of "Please Give Me a Song", which is really very tasteful. ”

"The appearance of him and Xu Chunqiu on the same stage is really amazing, how can a boy be so good-looking!"

"And the sound too, it's so beautiful, it's so beautiful!"

"Tsk, don't you think he's a bit of a mother, a man or a woman. ”

"What does it mean that men are not men and women, men have never heard of it!"

"Men's and women's clothing are two different flavors of beauty, it has nothing to do with gender, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand......"

“......”

Du Zigui bit the straw and hissed the soy milk, he swiped and swiped Weibo, panicked, and spilled a little on the mobile phone screen.

He hurriedly took out a pack of tissues from his pocket to wipe it.

He locked his phone, and as soon as he wiped the screen clean, it lit up again, an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, hello?"

"Hello, may I ask Mr. Du, our side is Xinghuo Entertainment Culture Communication Co., Ltd., are you interested in the artist industry, we intend to invite you to become a signed artist under the company......"

Du Zigui let out a long sigh: "I'm sorry, I've told you many times, I'm a Peking Opera actor, not an artist." ”

"Please don't disturb my life again. ”

He had just hung up when the next phone call came in.

"Hey, we are Viva Culture Limited Communication Company here, may I ask you ......"

Du Zigui cut off the phone, turned off the phone and put it in his pocket.

After eating the soy milk buns, he stuffed the leftover garbage into the trash can in three or two, and then moved his muscles and bones, preparing to stretch his muscles and train his voice in the yard as usual.

was pressing his left leg, but he saw Nie Fuqian coming over with his mobile phone again.

Du Zigui avoided it without a trace, only to hear her come up crookedly, and called his name without seeing him at all: "Zigui, don't run, don't run, my camera is not turned on, and the live broadcast has not started yet." ”

He listened and breathed a sigh of relief, not as resistant as before.

Nie Fuqian said again: "I just want to ask you, are you interested in live streaming with me......"

Du Zigui frowned, and casually made an excuse: "I'm sorry, I'm a little afraid of the camera." ”

But Nie Fuqian didn't seem to understand the meaning of his refusal, and flattered him: "No, you sing so steadily on such a big stage as the New Year's Eve party, how can you ......?"

As he was talking, there were three or two knocks outside the gate of Fujialou, and the disciple who answered the door opened the door, and the person who came was a familiar face.

Xu Chunqiu looked around and said politely, "Hello, I'm here to find someone." ”

As soon as Nie Fuqian saw Xu Chunqiu coming in, she immediately left Du Zigui behind and greeted him diligently.

She can see that half of Fu Nanxun's immeasurable limelight when he came back is due to Xu Chunqiu, and Du Zigui, a mediocre amateur, can let her bring out flowers, but if she has a relationship with a star, become famous and make money, these are not all easy to catch.

She thinks that the conditions are not bad, and wants Xu Chunqiu to bring her to the fire.

But Xu Chunqiu didn't do what she wanted, she politely and coldly perfunctory a few words, immediately left her alone, and continued to look up to find someone.

Nie Fuqian was not the only one who came forward, most of the disciples of Fu Jialou were in their teens, and it was the time when they were most likely to be impetuous, maybe Fu Nanxun's popularity did not have any impact on them, after all, they had been training as trainees in entertainment companies since they were teenagers.

But Du Zigui is different, before Xu Chunqiu took him to the New Year's Eve, he was nothing, he was the same as their disciples who practiced their voices in the opera garden all day, or even worse, and his role was even replaced by Nie Fuqian, who came back.

He's so great, but he's on fire.

Countless heads chattered around, and the stars surrounded Xu Chunqiu in the middle as if they were holding the moon, blocking her field of vision.

Xu Chunqiu had no choice but to raise his voice and say, "Excuse me, is Du Zigui here?"

Du Zigui was pressing against the wall and tearing his hips, he turned his head when he heard the sound, dropped the left leg that he was pressing before, straightened out the long shirt on his body, passed through the disciples surrounded by layers, and walked in front of Xu Chunqiu.

"Can it take up a little bit of your time?" she gestured with one hand holding up her phone, "Calling your number keeps showing busy." ”

Du Zigui nodded, followed her steps through the sensational flow of people, and walked out of the gate of the Fu family building.