MTL - Low Key Star-Chapter 59 【059】You don't like her?

  Chapter 59 [059] You don't like her?

  Except for the two parties involved, Zhang Yang is probably the only person who knows about this matter.

  In most cases, "poor people must have hateful things" is a seemingly reasonable and brain-dead logic, but in this experience of scumbag men and women, there are indeed hateful things.

Zhang Yang and Zhou Fan grew up together, so it is naturally difficult to look at things from an objective perspective, but even so, I still feel a little shocked by what Zhou Fan did. Slowly adjusted.

If it was Su Hui's subsequent publicity, he would definitely stop Zhou Fan, but at that time he hated Yuan Zheng equally, not only did not stop Zhou Fan's initial revenge, but also offered a lot of suggestions, but Zhou Fan was reluctant to accept it later. Hand, it is too late to dissuade.

   Even so, Zhang Yang at that time never realized that when Zhou Fan retaliated against Yuan Zheng in this way, he actually left a scar in his heart that was almost impossible to heal.

   What Zhou Fan has done is not unreasonable, but he is not a heinous person after all. As he grows older and more experienced, his outlook on life and values ​​become more and more sound, and this scar will only become deeper and more painful.

Right now, Zhang Yang has been able to look at problems with a certain depth of vision and thinking. He naturally opposes Zhou Fan's decision. He himself wants to be a scumbag, but he doesn't want to see his brother who grew up with him on the wrong path. Go further and further.

  However, Zhou Fan has already fallen out with Zhou Qihang because of this, and dissuading him at this time will only be counterproductive.

Zhang Yang thought for a while, and finally looked at Zhou Fan and said: "If you really want to apply for the film and television academy, no matter whether your dream is to be an actor, a director or a producer, I will support it, and I can even help you find a way to convince your dad. But this starting point is a bit too pessimistic and too despicable, you should think about it again.”

  When Zhou Fan heard him support, a smile appeared on his face immediately, and he completely ignored the persuasion later, and said with a smile: "Of course you want to be a director, otherwise how can you unspoken rules?"

Most of the things in the entertainment industry were just hearsay, or he made up some urgent knowledge. Seeing that Zhang Yang agreed, he began to talk to him about the rights of the popular science director, who slept with who and who, who was so and so. who slept...

During dinner, Zhang Shouyi received a call from Zhou Qihang. He told him about the source of the conflict between the father and son, and said that Zhou Fan was here, so don’t worry about it. After hanging up the phone, he began to persuade Zhou Fan earnestly. It was very painful to hear that he couldn't be unscrupulous like his father, but fortunately Fang Qianxue stopped Zhang Shouyi's useless nagging in time.

At night Zhou Fan and Zhang Yang slept together, Fang Qianxue added a quilt, and said with a smile that when Zhou Fan and Zhang Yang were young, you often slept in my house and I slept in your house, but less when they grew up, and they haven’t slept here for several years... He accidentally mentioned Zhou Fan's mother, so he quickly stopped the topic.

After being silent for a while, Fang Qianxue sighed and said earnestly to Zhou Fanyu: "You guys grew up in a different environment from ours. You are older and have your own ideas, which are different from ours. This is normal. , but no matter what it is, discuss it carefully, how can parents win over their children? Don't let your father worry about hard work and have to be wronged, it's not good."

  Zhou Fan remained silent, and Fang Qianxue stopped persuading her, and went out.

  After Zhang Yang changed his mobile phone, Zhou Fan was always envious. After the Spring Festival, he finally bought the same model as he wished, but he didn’t like silver, so he changed to black, so he didn’t worry about getting the wrong mobile phone.

Zhang Yang knew that he was upset, so he didn't read the book, and lay on the bed with him to play games, and taunted each other with vicious tongues. He didn't go to bed until after eleven o'clock. Zhang Yang was worried that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, but he heard this just after he lay down. The grunt of goods.

   Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and poked it, and found that the guy was really asleep, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

  He quietly asked Luoshen: "Do you think the three people are weird?"

   Luoshen ignored him.

Zhang Yang didn't speak any more, only Zhou Fan's grunt was sometimes heavy and sometimes soft in the darkness. He adjusted his sleeping position and closed his eyes, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. The few words Zhou Fan said in the evening were like the sound of a thunderstorm. The echo kept echoing in his mind.

   Zhang Yang in this world suffered from insomnia for the first time in his life.

Tossing and turning all night, I don't know when I fell asleep, but I must have not slept for a long time. It seemed that I closed my eyes. When I woke up again, Zhou Fan was nagging in my ear: "If you don't get up again, your mother is coming to grab you. Listen! Have you arrived yet? Get up quickly, what were you doing last night..."

  Zhang Yang barely opened his aching eyes, saw Zhou Fan's beeping mouth, blocked it with a slap, pushed hard, turned over and continued to sleep.

  Zhou Fan leaned over again, "Damn it, you still dare to slap me, believe it or not, I lifted your quilt?"

"roll!"

   "You can't afford it?"

   "My sister, you snored so loudly last night that I couldn't sleep, how dare you wake me up?"

  Zhou Fan knew that he would snore occasionally, and he believed it in his heart when he said it, but of course he refused to admit it, and retorted: "Nonsense, are you thinking about Lin Yiran so much that you can't sleep?"

   Zhang Yang slapped him again, Zhou Fan grabbed him, dragged him away, Zhang Yang cursed, "What the hell..." and kicked him.

Zhou Fan was able to grab his feet and continue to drag him, but he was worried that he would really make him anxious, so he had to let go. Zhang Yang quickly got into bed again, and heard Zhou Fan go into the living room and call: "Zhang Wei, call him, I can't drag him." stand up."

   Then came Zhang Wei's voice: "I don't care about him."

   After a while, Zhang Shou pushed the door lightly and came in, as if he was worried that he would wake Zhang Yang up, he called softly, "Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang, wake up, it's time to eat."

"Oh."

   Zhang Yang exhaled a long breath, and responded, "I see, let's get started."

  Zhang Shouyi stood again, then went out and closed the door from the outside.

   Zhang Yang lay in bed for a while, and vaguely remembered that he had a dream last night, but it was fragmented, and he couldn't remember the specific content. He only remembered a scene, or a sentence, which was particularly profound.

   That was Lin Yiran's voice from the phone, crying as if the emotions he had suppressed for a long time finally broke down: "Why?"

Why?

  If such a thing really happened in the future, how should I answer it?

   Zhang Yang picked up the phone, but there was no new news. He opened the chat box with Lin Yiran and sent her a message: "I practiced for too long yesterday, and my fingers are sore and weak. Today is not over."

  Put down the phone, just about to get up, the phone rang, Zhang Yang took it and opened it, and saw that it was Lin Yiran who replied: "Well, I practiced for a long time yesterday, take a good rest."

   Zhang Yang: "Yes."

  Lin Yiran: "Are you going to the library?"

  The curtains have been pulled open, and the sun is shining in from the outside. Although it can't reach the bed, there is still a slight warmth. Zhang Yang pressed his fingers on the screen, making a rattling sound with the vibration of typing.

  In the bright light, there was a smile on his face that he couldn't suppress just seeing the name of the sender.

   "Are you going too?"

"No."

  Based on the current state of the two of them and Lin Yiran's temperament, Zhang Yang's question is already doomed, and the answer is already doomed. This is the answer he expected and wanted, but when he saw it, he naturally didn't feel the slightest joy.

  Lin Yiran sent another message: "Just ask what you want to do today."

   "Zhou Fan quarreled with his father and slept at my house last night. I'm in charge of escorting him back today."

  If Zhang Yang mentioned the reason for the quarrel, Lin Yiran would continue to ask. If he didn't mention it, she would naturally not be able to pursue it, so she replied: "Oh."

   "Stop talking, I'll get up and eat."

   "Are you up yet?"

   "Well, Zhou Fan snored, I couldn't sleep because of the noise last night."

  "[Pig Head]"

   "Stop talking, get up and eat."

"Um."

  Put down the phone, Zhang Yang looked at the ceiling in a daze, and suddenly said to Luo Shen: "There are still two months before the college entrance examination, right?"

  Luo Shen asked instead, "What do you want to say?"

   Zhang Yang fell silent again, and after a while, he said slowly: "If I give up Lin Yiran, is there any other way to pass the initial assessment?"

"Have."

   Luoshen gave an affirmative answer without hesitation, "And a lot."

   After a short pause, he continued to add: "But this kind of thing, the more deliberate it is, the less desirable it is. Combined with your current situation, love is the easiest way to reach the trigger limit, and the possibility of other methods is too low."

   Zhang Yang continued to remain silent, and after a long time, he said: "If it really doesn't work, just follow the alternative."

The so-called alternative, that is, there is no way to pass the initial assessment until the college entrance examination, so one or two masterpieces will be produced in the college entrance examination, and the identity of the author of "Shooting the Condor" will be announced after the college entrance examination, and the identity of the young talent will be packaged and hyped. The operation method is basically It is no different from a star, except that the works are not music, film and television, but poetry and novels.

  Through "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Poetry Conference", he has actually developed a sense of presence, which can be regarded as having a certain foundation. If he can enter a prestigious university, then the next exposure and fan attraction will undoubtedly be smoother.

   After the Spring Festival, the publication of "Shooting the Condors" has been negotiated, and it will be released after the completion of the book. The film and television adaptation has also been contacted by the company, but Zhang Yang has not let go.

  The reason is that if the alternative is implemented, he wants to play a guest role as the original author to gain some popularity, but if the alternative is not implemented, there is no need for this, so he has been procrastinating without making a decision.

  Luo Shen was silent for a few seconds and asked, "You don't like her?"

   Zhang Yang didn't answer.

  (end of this chapter)