Someone wrote an article "At the age of only twenty-five, he is already at the top of TV dramas".
Someone wrote an article "Is he arrogant or ignorant? Where is the confidence that he can be so arrogant just one year after his debut?" which received countless scoldings, but it also gained just the right amount of traffic.
Some people praise it, some people disparage it.
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 had anything to do with Zhang Hong, he just felt it was noisy.
No, he didn't even feel the noise.
Because he doesn’t check Weibo at all.
The next day, when I woke up, Lin Muqing knocked on the door at eight o'clock.
"No breakfast! Thank you!"
After shouting, Zhang Hong continued to sleep.
Two minutes later, the door was opened.
Zhang Hong woke up suddenly and looked at Lin Muqing who was standing on the bedside looking at him with a faint smile. Zhang Hong quickly covered his chest with the quilt: "What do you want to do?"
The smile on Lin Muqing's face disappeared instantly, he cursed "pervert!" and ran away.
Sliding to the door, she stretched her head back: "I asked Wang Ye and the others to take the trophy back to Luo City. Didn't you say you were going to find someone today? Why don't you get up?"
After saying that, the long black head shrank back again.
"Get up right now. Get up right now."
Only when Lin Muqing slipped away did Zhang Hong let out a sigh of relief.
There's nothing he can do about it, he's used to sleeping on the ground.
However, it seems that this black long straight one is in a good mood today. Is it because he felt good about receiving the prize yesterday?
I turned on my phone and everyone I knew sent congratulations on WeChat. The number of messages accumulated in one night reached 99+
More congratulatory text messages from unfamiliar phone numbers made Zhang Hong feel warm, and he blacklisted all these unknown phone numbers.
After getting up, Lin Muqing was waiting for him in the hotel restaurant early.
After breakfast, he sent messages of thanks and farewell to Liu Yishou, Sun Zheng, and Wu Dingguo respectively. Zhang Hong found Jia Xu and drove them to the high-speed rail station.
In the car, Lin Muqing said: "Remember to wear your mask and sunglasses."
Zhang Hong clicked his tongue, "You want me to wear a mask on such a hot day? What should I do if I have prickly heat on my face?"
"Unless you want fans and reporters to poke a microphone into your mouth." Lin Muqing sarcastically said without bothering to say anything else.
Zhang Hong was stunned, "Ah? Am I angry?"
Jia Xu laughed while driving: "That's not true! Brother Hong, your acceptance speech yesterday was so awesome! That sarcasm! That yin and yang spirit! Tsk tsk! Enough! And that last sentence, so cool!"
He deliberately lowered his voice: "I am the chosen one and the only one."
"Everything is just my true thoughts." Zhang Hong said proudly, "And the last one is not my original creation, nor is it good or bad~~"
Lin Muqing looked at Zhang Hong with disgust.
However, the slightly raised corners of her mouth had exposed her long, straight black heart.
When he was approaching the high-speed rail station, Jia Xu asked, "Brother Hong, who are you looking for?"
Zhang Hong said with a smile: "It's nothing, he is just a master of making torture instruments."
............
Hebei, a small county next to Baoding City that takes a long time to find on the map.
She looked through the car window at the dusty and stained night market in front of her. The bustling crowd could be heard far away, and the street was filled with the greasy aroma from hot pot restaurants.
"First-tier big cities are just an illusion of this country, while small counties are the reality of this country."
Lin Muqing had heard many similar words before, but now she really understood them.
"That's not nonsense. After all, there are hundreds of millions of people in our country whose monthly income is only one thousand yuan. This is not what I said." Zhang Hong said nonchalantly, "It's just the elderly people who don't have pensions."
It’s just that there are a large proportion of students who have not yet started to earn income.”
Lin Muqing was noncommittal.
"Master, we're here."
After paying the taxi fare, the two got out of the car.
The two walked into a commercial street.
It is said to be a commercial street, but it cannot be compared with the pedestrian streets in big cities.
At best, this is an old street with little traffic.
The two walked into a pet shop called "Gugu's House" one after another.
This store does not sell cats, dogs, or hamsters.
Pigeons are sold here.
"Would you like some pigeons? We have meat pigeons and homing pigeons here."
The voice is clear and gentle.
The two of them looked at the sound and saw a tall, thin young man sitting behind the counter.
Visually, I am in my first half of my twenties, and my skin is pale due to staying up late for a long time without seeing the sun.
"We are not buying pigeons, we are here to find people." Zhang Hong came over with the same gentle smile. He also took out a cigarette and handed it over, "What do you call 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 retracted his cigarette naturally, smiling as always, "I was introduced by a friend. He said he had contacted me in advance."
Li Yan...he is very familiar with this guy's name.
The main character in a book he liked very much in his previous life was named this person.
People gave him the nickname - "Hejian Cute Tiger".
The book is a good one, but the author is too naive. I heard that he changed his career to train homing pigeons.
"It turns out he is a friend of the boss." The gentle smile on Li Yan's face became a little warmer.
He turned around and opened the door curtain and walked back: "Come with me, the boss is filming a video."
Lin Muqing didn't know why and gave Zhang Hong a questioning look.
Zhang Hong shook his head slightly and followed Li Yan inside.
After passing through a cramped and dark corridor, the vision suddenly opened up.
This is 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 a wall.
In the yard was a thirty-year-old man with messy long hair tied into a braid on the back of his head.
He was sitting at the table, gesticulating something in front of the SLR camera.
On the SLR camera, a small red light next to the place where the iso is adjusted is flashing - this is recording.
Seeing the three people coming in, he raised his eyebrows, stood up and turned off his SLR, his face full of confusion.
Li Yan nodded slightly and said, "Boss, they said they were introduced by your friends."
Geng Xin glanced at Zhang Hong, and then his eyes widened: "Are you...Zhang Hong?! I am your fan!"
He came over and wanted to shake hands.
"You're welcome." Zhang Hong looked at his hand, his eyes twitching slightly.
Geng Xin lowered his head. He was wearing an iron finger glove on his right hand, with a spring attached to the rubber band on his wrist.
"Hey, this is a 'friendship loss' I did for fun." He was quite embarrassed, "It just might be a bit useless."
As he spoke, he flicked the glass on the table.
The glass shattered with a sound.
"If you use this thing to hit your head, I guess my friend will have no choice."
Zhang Hong smiled dryly and didn't answer.
"Look at me! You guys sit down first! Who is that? Xiao Li, go get two glasses of water."
The host and guest sit separately.
We chatted for a while, and with someone like Zhang Hong here who could enhance the atmosphere, we all became quite familiar with each other.
Zhang Hong simply went straight to the topic: "Brother Geng, you must be able to guess why I came to see you, right?"
Geng Xin said with a smile: "Li Shanqi told me that you want to find me to film a movie."
In fact, he really wanted to go.
All the friends I played with at the beginning started following Zhang Hong's lead.
He is the only one who still lives here and runs a pet shop selling pigeons.
But he was too embarrassed to mention it. After all, everyone else had their own skills. He was the only one who knew nothing and could only make strange and useless gadgets.
"It doesn't matter, Brother Geng, you have to believe me." Zhang Hong began to "brainwash", "The fact that I can come to you means that I am optimistic about you. This is not something that Li Shanqi and the others can convince me. This is only because I think you are talented."
It’s the most suitable.”
"This..." Geng Xin was quite moved, "Director Zhang, I'm just afraid of holding you back, and I'm afraid of being embarrassed if you go out."
"It doesn't matter! That role must be yours! Of course, there are also props like yours!" Zhang Hong's chest rang, "Brother Geng, you should have seen my deeds from the news. Believe me! I say you can do it.
, then you can! It’s okay if you can’t!”
Geng Xin was convinced: "Director Zhang, what do you want me to do?"
"I will only be the screenwriter and producer of my next drama, and the story content is specifically about criminal investigation and solving cases." Zhang Hong told him the content directly. This was also to let him see his trust in him, "There is a protagonist in it.
I think you can provide all kinds of props, Brother Geng. Also, I want to ask you to play a role."
Geng Xin asked doubtfully: "Could it be the police?"
"Absolutely." Zhang Hong said with a smile, "I want to borrow those 'torture tools' you designed, Brother Geng. To be specific... they are used when interrogating suspects."
Geng Xin: "..."
What he designed was obviously not a torture device...