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Chapter 27 Artists are glamorous in front of the stage, but burn ointment behind the stage and follo

In the afternoon, Xu Chenhe made an excuse to go out to throw out the trash, changed his shoes and got his cell phone before closing the door.

Gu Congran felt something strange, his legs were stuck in the crack of the door that was about to close, and his shoulders were stuck to prevent Xu Chenhe from closing the door: "You want to hide from me?"

"I throw out the trash." Xu Chenhe lifted the plastic bag in his hand.

Gu Congran quickly put on his shoes: "I'll go with you."

"Just a few meters away." Xu Chenhe pointed to the trash can at the entrance of the corridor.

"Then why are you wearing a hat? What are you doing covering your mask?" Gu Congran forced out the door, "Don't think I don't know."

Xu Chenhe was helpless: "The rain stopped outside, I went out to buy vegetables, and I didn't hide from you."

"I'll buy it as agreed." Gu Congran said.

"Will you buy it?" Xu Chenhe laughed, raised his hand and closed the door, "Don't frown again when you enter the vegetable market, I didn't force you."

In retrospect, Ran didn't say any nonsense about quick fixes. He followed Xu Chenhe closely, helping to pick up vegetables and fruits, and curiously leaned over to look when the vendor was chopping fish, but was thrown into the water.

Fearing that frowning would make Xu Chenhe see his dislike, he only changed his face slightly. Unexpectedly, Xu Chenhe freed his hand and touched a tissue to help him wipe the water off his clothes. Gu Congran immediately felt relieved: "Wipe your face too."

When Gu Congran was holding things in both hands, Xu Chenhe followed him, turned the tissue to the other side and helped him wipe off the water from his face: "I told you not to follow, you just wanted to follow."

After dinner in the evening, Gu Congran undertook the job of washing the dishes. After all, he is the young master who is not used to housework. He got wet all over halfway through washing. This time, he couldn't take it anymore: "Xu Chenhe!"

The person named put down the luggage they were packing, walked through the dining room and walked into the kitchen: "You go out and stay, I'll do the laundry."

Gu Congran's brows faintly collapsed: "How about I help you buy a dishwasher?"

"Isn't it delicious to wash the dishes manually? It saves money." Xu Chenhe has swiped a lot of Weibo, and has learned a few catchphrases.

He rolled up his sleeves, helped Gu Congran take off the gloves and put them on his hands, and quickly washed and drained the remaining dishes.

Gu Congran kept staring at his gauze-wrapped arm, and when Xu Chenhe finished his work, he followed him out: "Take off the gauze, it's so uncomfortable to wrap it around."

"It's an eyesore." Xu Chenhe took an apple casually, and broke the two halves with his bare hands, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Do you still have this skill?" Gu Congran took half of it and took a bite. It was crispy and sweet, but not enough for the fragrance of cherry blossoms on Xu Chenhe's body.

Xu Chenhe is very proud: "When I was in middle school, I was not allowed to bring a fruit knife, and I broke it when I shared fruit with my roommates."

"Next time I perform this skill on a show, let's see if I can get a wave of fans." Gu Congran said.

Sitting down on the sofa next to Xu Chenhe, Gu Congran turned on the TV and tuned to a variety channel to watch.However, his attention was not on the screen, he was still looking at Xu Chenhe's forearm, and while the other hand was holding the apple in his left hand, he pulled Xu Chenhe's right hand and loosened the crooked bow on it.

"I tied it up with great difficulty." Xu Chenhe stretched out his hand, "Help me tie it back."

"I can only wear a tie, not a bow." Gu Congran didn't like his wish, untied the bandage in circles, and stroked the long scar, "Besides, don't you say that scars are men's medals?"

Xu Chenhe took his hand away bluntly: "Even Mr. Gu believes in these chicken soups?"

"When you're thirty, you can't understand the hot words of young people, can't you read chicken soup?" Gu Congran threw the fruit cores into the trash basket under the coffee table, and took a tissue to wipe his hands.

Xu Chenhe, who had an advantage in age, smiled: "I'm still young, I can understand."

No one seriously watched the variety show shown on TV, Xu Chenhe couldn't bear the sleepiness first, the clock on the wall pointed to nine o'clock, and he fell on Gu Congran's shoulder with drooping eyelids.

The bickering ended here, Gu Congran leaned over and hugged Xu Chenhe into the master bedroom to sleep, and turned off the TV when he came out, looking at the unpacked suitcase lying beside the sofa, he helped Xu Chenhe pack it by the way.

One of the two rooms outside the master bedroom is used as a guest room and the other as a study.A wall cabinet in the study room is dedicated to storing small gifts from fans, dolls, handicrafts, portraits, letters, and a cabinet full of them.

Gu Congran stuffed the two poetry collections in the suitcase on the bookcase, and there was an unfinished calligraphy on the desk, and he stopped to admire it with his hands behind his back.

I wanted to stay here tonight to finish what I didn't finish in the morning, but now I can't shake the person who just fell asleep.Gu Congran put away the coat in the dryer, and pressed a kiss on Xu Chenhe's forehead before leaving.

The artist was glamorous in front of the stage, and the ointment was burned behind the stage. Xu Chenhe hadn't felt comfortable for two days, so he asked Zhu Huiting to recall the company to discuss the future work schedule.

Xu Chenhe didn't know how to select resources yet, so Zhu Huiting made arrangements for him. Magazine interviews, commercial performances, commercials, and variety shows were all included. TV dramas were not accepted, but two films were accepted.

"Considering that you have just finished filming, I have pushed back all the TV series that are scheduled to start shooting within three months, and the next films are tentatively scheduled to start shooting in July and November." The color folders were spread out in front of Xu Chenhe, "One movie is a romance movie, and the other is a comedy movie. You can take the materials back and watch them yourself. Don't worry."

There are still more than two months before the end of the first half of the year. During this period, I wish Huiting to help Xu Chenhe arrange it more leisurely: "I helped you take over two variety shows, one is a food variety show, and the other is a slow variety show. The former is a new creation. For the show, you paid a high price to invite big names to gain popularity, so the part will not be too difficult, and you are very good at cooking and desserts, I think this show is not too difficult for you."

Since it is what he is good at, Xu Chenhe readily accepted this arrangement: "What about the other one? What is slow variety show?"

"Slow variety shows are compared to fast variety shows. The shooting environment will be more down-to-earth, the status of the characters will not be too strict, and more attention will be paid to the free play of the guests. Of course—" Zhu Huiting changed the subject, "Because there is no With too much script intervention and character limitations, what you present to the audience is yourself. Your living habits and your way of speaking determine whether you will reveal the truth that you are not Jiang Hua. To a certain extent This is a consideration of your acting skills."

"Then what should I do?" Xu Chenhe was worried.

Zhu Huiting gave him an idea: "Jiang Hua has also participated in the Slow Variety Show before, you can go and see it."

"I've seen them all, but it's hard to understand how he reacts in certain situations from my own point of view. I can play him who has appeared in countless shots, but it's hard for me to be him. Myself." Xu Chenhe was concerned.

Zhu Huiting pondered for a long time, and said embarrassingly: "There is a method that is not reliable, but it works."

"Take a dead horse as a living horse doctor, tell me about it." Xu Chenhe listened attentively.

Zhu Huiting said: "Live with the person who knows Jiang Hua best for a period of time, forget your identity as Xu Chenhe, and truly become Jiang Hua."

Coming out of Zhu Huiting's office, Xu Chenhe went up to the 28th floor.He went straight to Gu Congran's office, and stopped when he raised his hand to knock on the door.

Holding a stack of heavy folders, Xu Chenhe leaned against the wall outside the door, staring at a certain point on the ceiling with his eyes open.

At the end of the conversation with Zhu Huiting, the other party gave him a piece of advice: "You can enter the show, but you have to remember to retreat when it's time to retreat, and don't procrastinate."

The door opened from the inside, and Xu Chenhe stood up straight, like a student who was found lazy when he was punished to stand.

Zhou Tezhu was also holding a stack of documents, and he was very surprised to see him: "Mr. Xu, if you want to find Mr. Gu, just go in directly, and you don't need to knock on the door."

This is Jiang Hua's privilege.

Xu Chenhe smiled, not to mention that he hadn't really thought about whether to go in or not.

But Zhou Te helped push the door and waited for him, and he couldn't refuse his kindness. It happened that Gu Congran was inside and asked "Why don't you close the door?" Xu Chenhe couldn't refuse, so he walked in.

Zhou Tezhu dutifully closed the door, and Xu Chenhe looked very restrained in the rigorous office: "Mr. Gu, what time do you get off work today?"

After signing the document in hand, Gu Congran closed the cap of his pen and looked up at Xu Chenhe who was standing a few steps away: "Why, do you want to date me?"

"No." Xu Chenhe hurriedly denied.

Gu Congran dragged the chair beside him: "Come and sit."

"Is this a posture of having a long talk?" Xu Chenhe went over and sat down.

Gu Congran moved back to the chair and patted his knee: "If you want to sit on your knees and have a long talk, you can."

Sure enough, Xu Chenhe blushed: "You are shameless."

"Let's get down to business." Gu Congran put it away as soon as he saw it, took the documents in Xu Chenhe's arms and put them on the table, "What's the matter tonight?"

While hesitating outside the door, Xu Chenhe had already thought of a reasonable reason: "Can I go to your house to live for a while? When I went out today, I found paparazzi outside the community, and I was a little worried."

Gu Congran thought to himself, it's a good relationship, and there is no need to find excuses to go to Xu Chenhe's place to eat and bed every day.He was prudish and asked, "How long will you stay?"

Xu Chenhe thought he was not happy: "If it's inconvenient for you, I can just stay for a week, and the paparazzi shouldn't stay for too long."

"It's okay? It sounds very reluctant." Gu Congran turned his chair to face Xu Chenhe's side. Looking at the expression on the other side's hesitant to speak, he thought it would be fun to tease him, "How long do you want to stay, give me an estimate."

The filming date of the slow variety show was set after the May Day holiday, Xu Chenhe counted the days and said, "About... more than half a month."

Gu Congran laughed: "This paparazzi is really persevering, he can squat for so long."

Seeing that even the tip of Xu Chenhe's ears were turning red, Gu Congran said generously: "I'm kidding you, please tell the real reason clearly, don't try to get away with it."

He was not a liar at all, so Xu Chenhe couldn't make it up any longer, so he told the reason exactly, fearing that the other party would disagree, he added: "When there is no schedule, I can take care of your dinner."

Gu Congran leaned against the back of the chair, tilted his head and smiled at Xu Chenhe, not letting him see the fire in his eyes: "Okay, welcome to stay."

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