Someone wrote an article "He is not more than twenty-five years old, he has stood at the apex of the TV series" to read 100,000 plus.

Someone wrote an article "Is it arrogance or ignorance? Where is the confidence in his eyes when he debuted for a year?" received countless scoldings, but it also hit the right amount of traffic.

Some people praise, some people belittle.

It's either because of emotions, or because of interests.

Although the reasons are different, countless people can't sleep tonight because of Zhang Hong.

But none of this has anything to do with Zhang Hong, he just feels noisy.

No, he didn't even feel the noise.

Because he doesn't swipe Weibo at all.

The next day, as soon as I woke up, Lin Muqing came to knock on the door at eight o'clock.

"No breakfast!

shouted, and Zhang Hong went back to sleep.

Two minutes later, the door was brushed open.

Zhang Hong woke up suddenly, looking at Lin Muqing, who was standing at the head of the bed and looking at him with a faint smile, Zhang Hong hurriedly covered the quilt on his chest: "What do you want to do?"

The smile on Lin Muqing's face disappeared instantly, and he scolded "perverted!" and slipped away.

slipped to the door, and her head stuck out again: "I asked Wang Ye and them to take the trophy back to Los Angeles, didn't you say that you were going to find someone today, so you won't get up yet?"

After saying that, the long black straight head shrank back again.

"This is the beginning, this is the beginning. ”

Waiting for Lin Muqing to slip away, Zhang Hong breathed a sigh of relief.

No way, he's used to sleeping.

But it seems that this black Changzhi is in a good mood today, is it because he received the award yesterday?

When I turned on my mobile phone, everyone I knew sent WeChat congratulations, and the information accumulated to 99+ overnight

And the congratulatory text messages sent by more unfamiliar phone numbers warmed Zhang Hong's heart, and then blacklisted all these strange phone numbers.

After getting up, Lin Mu was waiting for him in the hotel restaurant early in the morning.

After breakfast, he sent a message to Liu Yishou, Sun Zheng, and Wu Dingguo to thank and say goodbye, and Zhang Hong found Jia Xu to drive the two to the high-speed rail station.

In the car, Lin Muqing said: "Remember to wear masks and sunglasses." ”

Zhang Hong sighed, "You let me wear a mask on such a hot day, what should I do if I have prickly heat on my face?"

"Unless you want to be stabbed in your mouth by fans and reporters. Lin Muqing was too lazy to say anything more sarcastically.

Zhang Hong was stunned, "Ah? Am I on fire?"

Jia Xu laughed while driving: "That's not it! Brother Hong, your acceptance speech yesterday was too awesome! That mocking! That yin and yang weirdness! Tsk! It's strong enough! And the last sentence, it's so handsome!"

He deliberately lowered his voice: "I am the chosen one, and I am the only one." ”

"Everywhere and everywhere, it's just my true thoughts. Zhang Hong said proudly, "And the last one is not my original, and it doesn't work~~"

Lin Muqing looked at Zhang Hong with disgust.

However, the slightly raised corners of her mouth have already exposed this black and straight heart.

When he was about to arrive at the high-speed rail station, Jia Xu asked, "Brother Hong, who are you looking for?"

Zhang Hong smiled: "It's nothing, it's just a master of making torture tools." ”

............

Hebei, next to Baoding City, a small county town that has to be found on the map for a long time.

She peered through the car window at the dusty and stained night market, the sound of people could be heard far away, and the streets were filled with the greasy smell of hot pot restaurants.

"The first-tier big cities are just the illusion of this country, and the small county towns are the truth of this country. ”

Lin Muqing had heard a lot of similar words before, but now she really realized it.

"That's not nonsense, after all, there are hundreds of millions of people in our country with a monthly income of only 1,000 yuan, and that's not what I said. Zhang Hong said indifferently, "But just the old people who have no pension and the students who have not yet started to have income account for a large proportion." ”

Lin Muqing was noncommittal.

"Master, it's here. ”

After paying the taxi fare, the two got out of the car.

The two walked into a shopping street.

It is said to be a commercial street, but it is not at all comparable to the pedestrian streets of those big cities.

At best, it's an old street with little traffic.

The two walked into a pet shop called "Coo's House" one after the other.

This store doesn't sell cats, dogs, or hamsters.

Pigeons are sold here.

"Do you want some pigeons? Meat pigeons, carrier pigeons, we have them here. ”

The voice is clear and gentle.

The two of them followed the voice, and there was a tall, thin young man sitting behind the counter.

Visually, in the first half of his twenties, his skin was pale from staying up late and not seeing the sun.

"We don't buy pigeons, we come to find people. Zhang Hong leaned over, his smile was equally gentle, and he also took out a cigarette and handed it over, "What do you call your brother?"

"Li Yan. The man nudged Zhang Hong's hand, "Thank you, I don't smoke." Who are you looking for?"

"Geng Xin. Zhang Hong naturally withdrew his cigarette and smiled as always, "I heard a friend introduce me, and he said that he had contacted him in advance." ”

Li Yan...... He knows this guy's name very well.

The protagonist in a book he liked very much in his previous life was called this name.

People give the nickname - "River Stream Cute Tiger".

The book is a good book, but the author is too salty, and I heard that he changed careers to train carrier pigeons.

"It turned out to be a friend of the boss. The gentle smile on Li Yan's face was a little hotter.

He turned around and lifted the curtain and walked back: "Come with me, the boss is filming a video." ”

Lin Muqing didn't know why, and gave Zhang Hong an inquiring look.

Zhang Hong shook his head slightly, followed Li Yan and walked inside.

Passing through a cramped and dark corridor, the eyes suddenly opened up.

It's a small yard.

To the north are two bungalows next to each other, to the south is the road, to the west is the warehouse, and to the east is the wall.

In the courtyard was a man of about thirty with messy long hair and a braid at the back of his head.

He sat at his desk, gesturing at the DSLR camera.

A small red light flashes next to the ISO adjustment area on the DSLR camera - this is recording.

Seeing the three of them coming in, he raised his eyebrows, got up and turned off the SLR, his face full of doubts.

Li Yan nodded slightly and said, "Boss, they said that they were introduced by your friend." ”

Geng Xin glanced at Zhang Hong, and then his eyes widened: "Are you ...... I'm your fan!"

He walked over and wanted to shake hands.

"You're welcome. Zhang Hong looked at his hand, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly.

Geng Xin lowered his head, he was wearing an iron finger glove on his right hand, and a rubber strap with a spring attached to his wrist at the back.

"Hey, this is my own 'friendship brain'. He was a little embarrassed, "It's just a little useless." ”

As he spoke, he flicked at the glass on the table.

The glass shattered.

"If you use this thing to blow your brain, I guess my friend won't have to do it. ”

Zhang Hong laughed dryly twice and did not answer.

"Look at me! You sit down first! Xiao Li, go and pour two glasses of water. ”

The host and guest sit separately.

After greeting for a while, there are people like Zhang Hong who can set off the atmosphere, and everyone is quite familiar with each other.

Zhang Hong simply went straight to the point: "Brother Geng, you must be able to guess what I came to you for, right?"

Geng Xin said with a smile: "Li Shanqi told me, he said that you want to find me to go out to film." ”

Actually, he really wanted to go.

The friends who played together at the beginning followed Zhang Hong one by one.

He is the only one who has opened a pet shop selling pigeons.

But he was too embarrassed to mention it, after all, everyone else had a skill, and he was the only one who didn't know anything, so he would only make some strange and useless gadgets.

"It's okay, Brother Geng, you have to believe me. Zhang Hong began to "brainwash", "If I can come to you, it means that I am optimistic about you, this is not Li Shanqi They can convince me, this can only be that I think you are the most suitable." ”

"This ......" Geng Xin was quite moved, "Director Zhang, I'm just afraid of dragging you back, and I'm afraid of going out and embarrassing." ”

"It's okay! That role has to be you! Of course, there are also these props of you!" Zhang Hong's chest snapped, "My deeds, Brother Geng, you should also see me from the news, believe me! I said you can, then you can! No, it's okay!"

Geng Xin was persuaded: "That director, what are you going to let me do?"

"I'm just a screenwriter and producer in my next drama, and the story is specifically about criminal investigation and solving cases. Zhang Hong told him the content directly, which was also to let him see his trust in him, "There is a protagonist in it, and I think that you can provide it with all kinds of props from Brother Geng." Also, I'd like to ask you to play a role. ”

Geng Xin was puzzled: "Could it be the police?"

"Pretty much. Zhang Hong smiled, "I want to borrow those 'torture tools' designed by Brother Geng, specifically...... It is used during the interrogation of suspects. ”

Geng Xin: "......"

What he designed was obviously not a torture instrument......

PS: 7600 words update completed ~\ \(^o^)/