Huayu 02: The Days of Extreme Pulling and Rolling with the Fairy

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The author noticed that readers' reactions to the misunderstanding between the two characters were not very positive.

I'm more inclined to listen to advice, so I deleted a few chapters from the later drafts and quickly wrote this section to accumulate more material. Later, I'll take some time to revise the earlier parts.

┭┮﹏┭┮My manuscript!

I regretted it as soon as I deleted it...

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Mother Liu frowned: "Yes, Xiao Jin brought half a script that day, saying it was a surprise for you."

Liu Yifei thought about it for a while, and slowly began to understand...

In other words, Xie Jin came to see me that day full of joy, bringing the script with him, but I didn't know that I had made a rather inappropriate joke with him and said such hurtful things...

He and his hard work were ridiculed...

a bit

I've figured it all out.

No wonder he's acting so strangely.

He's so suspicious, he must have misunderstood. No wonder...

Xiao Liu immediately understood...

......

......

Liu's mother had noticed her daughter's unusual behavior these past few days and could roughly guess what had happened.

At this age when love is just beginning to blossom, there's no way to stop it.

Saying too much will only make the child rebellious. I just hope that even if she does open a car, she won't open it recklessly.

Like a giant maggot, Xiao Liu crawled onto the sofa, snuggled into his mother's arms, and mumbled, "Mom... there's a question about the inner monologue of a character that I don't understand. What does it feel like to like someone?"

Hearing her daughter's question, Liu's mother was not flustered, but rather very happy. It was a good sign that her child was willing to talk to her.

Firstly, the development of events was definitely within reason; nothing serious had happened between the two of them, otherwise she wouldn't have dared to ask herself.

Secondly, this gave me an opportunity to guide her.

Looking at the piano in the corner of the room, Liu's mother was slightly lost in thought, thinking about everything in the past—her sweet, bumpy, and helpless past intertwined with reality.

"I don't understand acting, but liking someone should mean that you feel genuinely happy when you see them, you subconsciously think about them, and you want to share every little thing that happens to you with them."

"Is he eating well? Is he dressed warmly enough?"

"This liking needs to withstand the test of a long life, turning from liking into love, and from love into family affection."

  

"You're only sixteen; you might as well take things a little slower."

"Men are like this; when they're infatuated, they all think they've made the best choice, but only when they actually live with their partners do they realize whether the shoe fits or not."

Her mother's words kept replaying in Xiao Liu's ears as she thought about the bits and pieces of her and Xie Gouzi's past few months.

It seems like we want to experience and share everything together, even buying houses together...

Xiao Liu suddenly sat up, his mind clearing up instantly.

With a clenched fist in the air, the decision was made!

Catch the dog!

Seeing the meaningful look in his mother's eyes, Xiao Liu coughed awkwardly. "Mom, what are you talking about that's weird? I was asking you about your feelings about the character in the script."

"I...I'm only sixteen. What are you thinking about all day? I really don't understand you. You're way too precocious."

"Oh... I was talking about acting."

"Oh...oh...that's good, that's good."

"Ahem, Mom, I'm going to that banquet in Shanghai."

"Why didn't you think of this earlier? Where am I supposed to get you an invitation now?"

Just as Liu's mother was getting angry, the doorbell rang.

A deliveryman at the door was holding a package: "Are you Ms. Liu? Please sign here to confirm receipt."

.........

The two opened the package; the sender was acting mysteriously, and they had no idea who it was.

[Dear Mr./Ms. Liu, you are cordially invited to the Leica Dinner in Shanghai...]

"Who delivered the letter?"

Xiao Liu couldn't understand it; it couldn't possibly have been given by Xie Gouzi.

.........

Behind the sand dunes, Old Gu shuddered, shook himself, tightened his belt, and tucked the satellite phone between his shoulder and ear.

A clear male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother-in-law, the things have been delivered. I borrowed the clothes from our newspaper's delivery guy. You owe me one, right? By the way, you're not planning to do this behind my sister's back...."

Gu Renlong replied dismissively, "Fine, fine, I got it. Stop dawdling. I'm keeping your sister's secret, why would I need you? Get lost."

"Oh"

After hanging up with his brother-in-law, Lao Gu called his old classmate in Shanghai to thank him.

Emerging from the sand dunes, Xie Jin was speechless: "What, were you left behind to eat and digest as you went?"

Old Gu stretched and glanced at him sideways: "Useless piece of trash."

"???"

.......

浦东

After checking into the hotel, Old Gu gave Xie Jin a few words of advice and then prepared to rest.

"I was thinking of introducing you to a female companion, but seeing how resentful you are, I think I'll pass. Don't scare her away."

Xie pointed to himself and said, "Do I? Do I hold a grudge?"

"Hmm, just like the female ghost, this is just hormonal imbalance causing adolescent sexual arousal."

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浦东

Leica Dinner

The event started earlier than expected.

At three o'clock, celebrities from all walks of life arrived at the arts center. The red carpet was lined with newspaper and media reporters, and there were also many fans of the celebrities.

Xie Jin hasn't had time to buy a car yet, so Lao Gu borrowed a Mercedes from a classmate. Compared to the Rolls-Royces and Mercedes-Benzes from other artists' companies, the Mercedes-Benz is neither too flashy nor too shabby.

Just as Ren Xianqi walked past with a female guest, he suddenly heard a commotion behind him. Ren Xianqi instinctively looked back and saw Xie Jin getting out of the car.

Ren Xianqi was slightly surprised, muttering to himself, "Wow, he's so good at fighting in real life, why doesn't he focus on acting and singing..."

Fans on the roadside waved as Xie Jin got out of the car, and immediately became excited, shouting, "Xie Jin!!"

"Signature, please sign this for me."

Xie Jin tried hard to suppress her slight social anxiety, and felt a little embarrassed looking at the fans with beads of sweat on their foreheads, so she signed as many autographs as possible.

"Don't push, don't push, everyone can get a signature."

"What time did you arrive? The sun is so strong. Drink plenty of water and don't get heatstroke."

The girls crowded around, so excited! They never expected Xie Jin to be so approachable: "I've been here since this morning! Xie Jin, could you sign another one? I've always liked you."

"Okay, okay, just don't get heatstroke."

A girl from junior or senior high school said from behind, "There's no water store around here, otherwise we would have bought you something nice to drink."

Xie Jin felt a warmth in her heart and pointed to Gu Renlong, who was watching the commotion in the distance: "Did you guys see that guy in the gray suit and glasses?"

The group of girls nodded.

"My agent's surname is Gu. Go find him. Tell him I'll buy you all good drinks and ice cream, as much as you want. Go on."

Gu Renlong watched his artist from a distance and nodded with satisfaction.

This guy did a good job. The lowest behavior of an artist is to act like a grandson when meeting a sugar daddy and a grandpa when meeting fans.

Even though nobody recognizes him, he still needs over a dozen bodyguards at the airport, as if he's afraid people won't know he's a near-third-tier powerhouse...

Hey... why are a bunch of middle schoolers running towards me...?

..........

Even the organizers' guides didn't expect him to be so popular.

You can't leave without signing; even taking out a pager caused the car behind you to block your way for thirty seconds.

After finally signing her name on the event display board, Xie Jin went straight into the venue.

........

This place was originally a state-owned factory, which was later transformed into an art gallery. The front factory building is a catwalk, and the back is a reception hall.

Xie Jin felt really hot outdoors today. The brand makes cashmere, and even the thinnest products aren't suitable for this season.

But that's the kind of money I earn.

Fortunately, the organizers turned the air conditioning up very, very high.

After the afternoon fashion show, the female celebrities all had to wear shawls to stay warm in the reception hall.

There weren't many people at Xie Jin's table. Richie Jen waved to Xie Jin with a newcomer he didn't recognize.

A man sat next to Xie Jin. He seemed taller than Guo Jingming even when he was standing, and he blocked half of the light.

Wow~ It's Yao Ming, the spokesperson for Reebok, Pepsi, Visa, Sohu, and McDonald's.

The commercial value is terrifying; one person can actually outweigh the combined endorsement revenue of two or three tables of people.

A ten-year contract worth $7600 million for a single brand is frightening enough.

"You're so tall"

"I know, hello, my name is Yao Ming."

Xie Jin felt like she had successfully met her idol today; who wouldn't be excited sitting next to Lao Yao?

However, Yao Ming is only twenty years old now, a year younger than himself.

Among this group of top-tier artists, most of whom are in their late twenties to forties, Xie Jin and Lao Yao, one in their twenties and the other in their twenties, seem like two outliers.

"Hello, my name is Xie Jin. I watched the game you played against the Lakers. You blocked Shaq 3 times and had 10 points, 10 rebounds, and 6 blocks in total."

Yao Ming nodded shyly, knowing he had met a true fan. Meeting someone his own age clearly improved his mood.

"Thank you, I've heard your songs. If you have the chance to go to Houston, I'll send you a ticket."

"Is it the off-season now?"

Yao Ming looked somber. "Yes, but we still have to keep preparing for the Asian Championships."

"Can your knees and ankles handle it?"

Yao Ming said in a muffled voice, "Let's just tough it out. I feel like we can pull through."

Xie Jin nudged him and whispered, "I'm a fan of yours, and I think you should rest. The world keeps turning no matter who's gone; your body can't handle playing at this high intensity."

Yao Ming leaned closer and said, "No, I want my legs to rest too. I'm so big, I'm worried I'll break them one day. But I'm afraid of getting scolded. What if they call me a traitor?"

"Then you'd better think it through. These people will squeeze every last drop out of you. If you're useful and can bring them political achievements, they'll use you to the fullest. If you're not useful, then you're worthless."

Yao Ming's eyes sparkled, but he didn't say anything. The two exchanged phones.

Just as the two were whispering to each other, a Yordle entered from behind.

Yao Ming paused for a second, then asked in a low voice, "How can someone so short become a star?"

"You're always abroad, you wouldn't understand. This year's most popular author is Guo Jingming, he's incredibly famous this year."

Xie Jin glanced at the information discreetly and confirmed that everything online was nonsense.

Even if Yao Ming bent down to pick up the soap, Xiao Si's snake head couldn't reach it.