Towards evening, the sky was a little gloomy, but the sunset was still beautiful.

The fly in the ointment is that the sun does not shine on the body and does not have any warmth, and the temperature brought by the sun is taken away by the cold wind.

Chen Li'an, who had just stepped out of the art museum, tightened his coat, then turned his head to look at Zhang Guorong, who was obviously cold and shivering, and said helplessly: "It's not that I haven't been to the capital, why do you wear such a little." ”

Zhang Guorong wore a black coat outside, the inside of the coat was a suit, and the inside of the suit... Can not see.

Zhang Guorong put his hand in the pocket of his coat and said, "It's not much?" Not good-looking. ”

Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong, who wanted to be graceful and not warm, and took off his scarf and threw it around his neck with some helplessness.

"Bring it, you can't let your big star freeze to death."

"So good? Not at all like you. Zhang Guorong was unforgiving, and looked at the scarf in his hand with some disgust, and then suddenly reacted and looked at Chen Li'an and said, "Do you want to bribe me and not let me call Gong Li and them to eat together?" ”

"Do you wear it? Give it back to me if you don't wear it. Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong speechlessly, wanting to reach out and snatch the scarf back.

Zhang Guorong dodged back, raised the scarf in his hand and said a little swayingly: "Give it to me and it's mine!" ”

"Childish!"

Chen Li'an pursed the corners of his mouth and turned to walk outside, but there was still a hint of a smile in the corner of his eyes.

"Hey! Do I shout Gong Li or not? Zhang Guorong shouted in the back while tying a scarf.

"Whatever you want!" Chen Li'an didn't turn around, only an indifferent voice floated along the cold wind.

Zhang Guorong lowered his head and put on the scarf, looked at Chen Li'an's back and muttered: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to, forget it, let him go once!" ”

Donglaishun of Wangfujing Street is still worthy of his century-old brand name in this year, Chen Li'an and Zhang Guorong sat in the private room looking at the steaming copper pot, waiting for the mutton to come up.

Zhang Guorong held a bowl and stirred the sesame sauce vigorously, and said to Chen Li'an with disgust: "You don't look like a person from the capital at all, don't you know that the sesame sauce has to be stirred a hundred times?" ”

"You are so authentic~" Chen Li'an was really speechless, I don't know who taught Zhang Guorong, have you ever seen a Xiangjiang person frantically stirring sesame sauce.

However, Zhang Guorong was also handsome when he stirred sesame sauce, and the waiters who came in to serve the food were stunned, and timidly took out a notebook from behind him and handed it to Zhang Guorong and whispered: "Brother, can you sign for me?" ”

"Okay, of course." Zhang Guorong glanced at the sesame sauce that had not yet been stirred a hundred, and stuffed it into Chen Li'an's hand and said, "You help me stir it, there are still twenty-eight strokes left." ”

Chen Li'an: "......" I don't bother to stir it myself, so I have to stir it for you!

Looking at Zhang Guorong, who signed the waiter's autograph, Chen Li'an helplessly stirred up the sesame sauce.

"Suddenly... Twice... Three times..."

At about eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Li'an and Zhang Guorong came out of Donglai Shunli.

Wangfujing Street at night is still quite lively, Chen Li'an and Zhang Guorong lit a cigarette and watched the pedestrians coming and going, and they didn't know where to go next for a while.

"Which hotel are you staying in?" Chen Li'an asked while puffing on a cigarette.

Zhang Guorong turned his head to look at Chen Li'an and said, "I have a house in the capital, and my favorite thing is to buy a house." ”

Chen Li'an: "......" big dog, he shouldn't have invited him to dinner just now!

A cold wind blew, and Chen Li'an felt like Kong Yiji, who still owed nineteen dollars, what kind of host he wanted to save face!

It seems that Chen Li'an's socialist eyes are too scorching, and Zhang Guorong, who grew up in a capitalist environment, is inexplicably a little weak-hearted and rich... Is it illegal?

"Would you like to have a drink?" Zhang Guorong found a topic and asked.

Chen Li'an thought for a while and shook his head and said, "Next time, there are still a bunch of things to do tomorrow." ”

Zhang Guorong nodded, threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the trash, and then said, "Okay, then I'll go back." ”

"By the way, when are you going back to Xiangjiang?" Chen Li'an suddenly asked.

Zhang Guorong tore off the scarf around his neck and returned it to Chen Li'an and said, "In a few days, wait for the end of your film festival." ”

"Okay, then you can send me back, rub your car."

“......”

Chen Li'an, who rubbed the car and went home, was in a good mood, and after entering the yard, he saw Uncle Qi standing in the yard waiting for him.

The cold wind blew, the chandelier in the yard swayed back and forth, the light flickered on and off, and the old man stood in the yard with his back straight, which looked quite scary.

Chen Li'an recalled that he didn't seem to have done anything wrong, so he calmly walked into the yard and came to the tree to screw the chandelier that was not fixed.

"Master, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I've heard about you today, and you're doing a good job." Uncle Qi praised in a rare good mood, then took out his cigarette pouch, stuffed the tobacco in the cigarette pot and handed it to Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an immediately took it with both hands, and then lit it and took a sip.

Although this cigarette was choking, Chen Li'an felt extremely warm when he inhaled it in his lungs, and this was the first time that Master recognized himself so much.

Uncle Qi quietly waited for Chen Li'an to finish smoking, and then took back the cigarette stick and swayed back to the house.

Chen Li'an looked at Uncle Qi's back, couldn't help but smile, looked up at the chandelier hanging on the branches, and suddenly felt that even a chandelier, although it could not illuminate the entire night, it could also illuminate a courtyard.

Although the influence of the film festival cannot shake the myth of the health care product industry, it is good if you can do your best to have a clear conscience.

And by the way, there can be some unexpected gains, such as some fame in the art circle, in addition to another harvest that Chen Li'an did not expect.

On the second day of the film festival, Chen Li'an spent the morning completing a complete performance as usual, but was stopped by a tall blonde girl.

"Hello, I'm Jifa Carey, an art agent."

Ji Fa's Chinese was not fluent, which sounded strange, but Chen Li'an was still able to understand, and then introduced himself in English: "Chen Li'an, you can use English." ”

After hearing Chen Li'an's English, Ji Fa said with some surprise: "Your English is very good, better than many Chinese artists." ”

Chen Li'an didn't care about Ji Fa's praise, and asked directly: "Is there something Miss Ji Fa looking for me?" ”

Hearing Chen Li'an's question, Ji Fa immediately became serious and looked at him and said, "I don't know if you have ever thought about signing an art agent?" ”

Art agent Chen Li'an knows that, just like a celebrity's agent, he will package the artist and help the artist's work sell at a better price.

Chen Li'an never thought that someone would take the initiative to find him, and he was a blonde girl with blue eyes, so he asked a little strangely: "Why did you choose me?" ”

"You are a very potential artist, and this film festival has given me a big surprise, it is not at all like a newcomer's work, very mature and has your own artistic concept, which is very rare."

After Ji Fa finished speaking, he paused and looked at Chen Li'an's eyes and said seriously: "The most important thing is that you are also very good-looking, just like a work of art, as long as the packaging is good, you will be a new star in the art market." ”

Chen Li'an couldn't help but smile and shook his head, feeling that Ji Fa was very unprofessional, and even talked about the problem of appearance, when did the artist also look at his appearance?

If that's the case, sixty percent of the world's artists are not qualified.

Ji Fa saw Chen Li'an's thoughts, and immediately said: "Mr. Chen, the times are different, artists need more exposure, and a perfect face will make you easier to remember!" Didn't you do a lot of publicity at this festival? ”

Chen Li'an was silent for a while, then looked at Ji Fa and said, "What you said has a certain truth, do you have time, I will invite you to have lunch together." ”

Hearing Chen Li'an's lunch invitation, Ji Fa breathed a sigh of relief, so he said with a smile: "Of course." ”