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Lin Zhen slept peacefully, as if he had returned to his childhood, and heard the cries of several small oily chickens raised by his mother in the courtyard, which were his close childhood playmates, and accompanied him through a happy childhood, until one day he came back from school and never saw them again.

"Huh!"

His nerves tensed suddenly, and he sat up from the bed.

It was a strange room, and through the small lattice near the bed, he really saw a few little oily chickens running in the yard, and a boy of twelve or thirteen years old chasing after them, just like he had been when he was a child.

"Are you awake?"

“……！”

A man's voice came from the opposite side of the kang table, low and pure, so that Lin Zhen's first reaction was to tighten his neckline.

Xu Xian looked at him with some amusement, this reaction may be due to his arrogance about his excellent appearance, or he doesn't believe in his character very much, no wonder he is such a handsome actor, even if he is of the same sex, there is nothing to make a fuss about if he is interested.

"I'm ......" Lin Zhen was completely sober, and after seeing Xu Xian's face clearly, he relaxed his guard a little embarrassed.

"Did you sleep last night?" asked a little knowingly, in order to hide the embarrassing feelings, Xu Xian's fire kang is really magical, and the joint pain and physical and mental exhaustion caused by the continuous shooting of advertisements in the past few days have been completely relaxed after a sleep.

"I didn't wake you up when you slept so soundly, and it snowed all night yesterday, you see. Xu Xian stretched out his hand and pointed out the window, Doudou had already driven the little oil chicken back to the chicken coop at this time, and was building a snowman with a few friends, the imperial capital had not had a defensible snow for many years, and the children were very happy at this time.

"It's snowing so much?" Lin Zhen looked out the window, with a look of surprise on his face, which made Xu Xian's eyes light up, his expression was also very good-looking, although the cold and lonely feeling was also very handsome, he preferred such a lively and vivid appearance.

However, Lin Zhen's smile quickly subtracted, and he subconsciously looked around.

"I'll put all your belongings on your desk for you. Xu Xian said at the right time.

"Thanks, then I'll go back first. Lin Zhen's face took on a slightly detached look again, and he got out of bed and began to tidy up his housekeeping.

"Don't worry, your assistant called just now, I agreed with him to come and pick you up at 9 o'clock, there is still time, I have already heated the soup base yesterday, if you don't dislike it, eat a bowl of mung bean noodles." ”

"Hey, you can cook ......" may have felt that his tone was a little excited, Lin Zhen quickly lowered his voice again, mung bean noodles, the home-cooked food that his mother used to make, every time the family brushed the meat, she said that it was a pity that the mutton soup base was poured out, and she would fan the pot again early the next morning, and cook a bowl of mung bean noodles rolled by herself with the original soup for him to eat.

"It's ready, I'm going to boil it when you wake up. Xu Xian pointed to the table, and Lin Zhen realized that the copper pot that had been served out yesterday had been brought to the table again, and it had been filled with charcoal.

Xu Xian twisted the iron lid of the ladybug on it, and after a while, the mutton soup boiled, and the room was filled with a strong aroma, he skillfully shook the wheelchair, went to the window, knocked through the glass, and the beans in the yard quickly ran over and handed in the mung bean noodles that were drying outside.

"Good morning, Brother Lin, I wanted to call you yesterday, but ...... Wow. Before Doudou finished speaking, Xu Xian grabbed a handful of snow from the window lattice and threw it over, almost pouring it into his neck.

"Master's heart is empty. Doudou grimaced and ran away.

"What did he say?"

"It's fine. Xu Xian was sloppy, picked up the noodles with clean chopsticks, and boiled them into the soup pot one by one.

……

"Well, thank you. Wen Ji poked his head out of the car window, greeted Xu Xian through the courtyard door, and stepped on the accelerator.

"Boss, can you really do it, after so many years of debut, the first time you have stayed out of the disabled federation cheaper?"

"No kidding. Although Lin Zhen's voice was relatively strict, his mood was still quite pleasant, and he had not experienced the morning when he woke up in a warm place and someone served a hearty breakfast.

"Hey, boss, you've finally figured it out. On a weekday morning just after the snowfall, the road was unobstructed, and Wen Ji drove leisurely and said with a smile.

"Hmm, what do you want to figure out?" Lin Zhen sat in the back seat, clicked on the storage compartment, took out a wet towel and slightly dipped his cheeks and eyes, and took out the discarded mouthwash suit, briefly sorted out the housekeeping, and returned to the apartment I don't know if anyone is following me, I always have to prepare a little, and it will be troublesome if someone finds out that I am staying outside.

"Hehe, don't pretend to be cold, Brother Lin, seriously, you can figure it out, I'm happy for you. ”

“……？”

Lin Zhen frowned and looked at Wen Ji from the rearview mirror, not knowing what kind of medicine this hairy boy bought in the gourd.

Wen Ji looked at him with a confused face, smiled and said: "Why, I don't remember the Weibo I posted? I was woken up by the continuous reply in the middle of the night last night, and I thought you were hacked again, but I clicked on it to know that you sent it yourself." ”

Wen Ji is Lin Zhen's assistant, and of course he also has his username and password, which is convenient to log in and take care of anytime and anywhere, and his main job is to block those trolls and forward some chicken soup.

"What Weibo?" Lin Zhen chuckled in his heart, he fell asleep yesterday while reading the script, and he never touched his mobile phone at all.

Since the last public relations crisis, Lin Zhen has been a little phobia of mobile phones, but he can't care so much now, so he took out his mobile phone and clicked on Weibo directly.

In addition to the few chicken soups that were not salty or light that Wen Ji helped post, Lin Zhen probably hadn't used his Weibo for several months, and he was shocked to open it at this time, and among the popular replies on Weibo, the one that was held up immediately attracted his attention.

"A new beginning. "Simple and clear four words, the following picture is Lin Zhen's pillow with his arm resting, and a book is pressed under his arm, and the handwriting on it can be vaguely seen - "Seize the Heir".

The comments at the bottom seem to have exploded, but they are basically all Lin Zhen's own iron fans.

- Lin Shao, come on! Finally, I waited for you, but fortunately I didn't give up.

-- New script?

-- After being silent for a long time, it is not a collapse, but the glory of the king!

Of course, under these popular comments that were artificially liked by fans, there were also some discordant voices.

――Isn't that possible?

――If I had gone back to my hometown to get married and have a baby, I wouldn't have returned Bilian in the pharmacy.

I don't know if it's out of the superiority of the moral high ground, or the water army hired by people with ulterior motives, although there are not many comments like this, but they are endless, every time they are refreshed, two or three will pop up, but his fans have also made heated arguments with each other.

-- Which eye did you see that we had little stain on the forest? Poor man, how could he be blind at such a young age?

-- Giving birth to a baby, giving birth to a baby, is there something else going on in your head?

Lin Zhen's chest rose and fell violently, and he had finally faded out of the public eye in the past six months, and had regained a peaceful life, why did he ...... now He took a deep breath, calmed down, and locked his phone.

"What's the matter, boss? Wen Ji sensed that something was wrong just now, and while driving slowly, he looked at Lin Zhen with concern from the rearview mirror, and found that his face was pale, his thin lips were pursed together, and he lost the last trace of blood.

"This Weibo was not posted by me. Lin Zhen was silent for a while, and said as if talking to himself.

"Ahh "Wen Ji is a little numb at this time, although he is very supportive of Lin Zhen to fight in the entertainment industry again, but if someone steals the account and publishes false news, it is not so simple, it is likely that their rivals are taking the opportunity to splash dirty water.

Lin Zhen clicked on his phone again and looked at it, and the release time turned out to be early in the morning, when he was sleeping at Xu Xian's house.

It's him?

"It can't be the screenwriter, right?" Wen Ji muttered in a low voice, expressing the question in Lin Zhen's heart.

If it was a year or two ago, although Xu Xian was a second-tier screenwriter, he might not be able to rank Lin Zhen's artist even if he hugged his thighs, although he was impacted now, it didn't mean that he had completely lost his public influence, what did Xu Xian want to do?

"He wants to use our Weibo to promote his book? Even if Brother Lin refuses, his book has already been famous, and no one will buy it. ”

“……”

Lin Zhen was silent all the way, no matter what Wen Ji said, he didn't say anything.

Why is this happening, I finally believe in a person, but I ......

Just when Wen Ji had already driven to the door of Lin Zhen's apartment, he finally opened his mouth: "Wen Ji, you will work hard again in a while and help me send this script back." Don't say anything. ”

Lin Zhen stretched out his hand and picked up the script of "Winning the Inheritance" in the back seat, and threw it on the co-pilot seat next to Wen Ji, he had completely lost the cherishing attitude of last night, pushed the door and got out of the car, wiped his hands with the wet towel just now, and threw it in the trash.

"Hey, boss, boss......" Wen Ji called him twice, and saw that Lin Zhen left without looking back, so he had to call his sister Wen Ji first and ask what to do, but he couldn't get through after several phone calls, and only when he called the company did he know that Wen Ji led another newcomer out and recorded a show near the suburbs, maybe there was no signal.

"Alas, forget it, let's send the book back first, it's really not going to die if you don't die. Wen Ji turned around and drove back in the direction of the troupe's dormitory, with a sharp brake at the intersection, "Winning the Heir" suddenly slipped off his seat, Wen Ji snorted, and didn't bother to pick it up at all.