little turtle in pocket

Chapter 27

Year [-] AD.

The month before the Spring Festival every year, the weather is usually the coldest time.However, the film market moved against the weather, and it was extremely hot. The number of films with a revenue of over [-] million yuan hit a new high, and "Allure" was among them.

Contrary to Big Beard's expectations, his worries did not become a reality. Wu Ming's doubts about breaking his back did not occupy the mainstream traditional media at all. Film critics and movie viewers unanimously said that the film is rare in recent years. They all applauded.

Of course, some people complained about the excessive bloody scenes in the film, and some extreme fans even expressed that they would take action against someone who ruined Wu Ming's small post, but they were just a little bit of incongruous notes in the symphony of cheers. .

In order to celebrate the first week's box office record and the coming of the New Year, the company specially reserved two halls for a buffet reception in the largest Golden Century Restaurant in S City. Fully affirmed, and made it clear that it will increase investment in the new year, in order to make more popular and popular films like "Allure".

Good guy, this time, the bearded man was so happy that he couldn't find the north. He got drunk in the next reception, and he would pull people to talk nonsense, and the whole day was full of flowers and spring.

Almost no one noticed that Wu Ming, one of the leading actors, only met each other at the beginning of the reception, and then disappeared.

Although the balcony outside the hall is equipped with glass, the temperature is still much lower than that in the hall with the central air conditioner on.

"Let's go in, it's too cold in here."

The man's voice was as gentle as ever, but it was hard to hide the impatience suppressed by force.

"I'm not cold." Wen Nuo picked up the glass in his hand and took a sip.

Somewhere, a firework rises into the air and suddenly blooms, reflecting this small independent world extremely brightly. The silhouettes of two handsome young men are as elegant and profound as woodcuts.

The darkness returns, and no one can see who is clear.

Wu Ming leaned against the thick gauze curtain of the floor-to-ceiling window, his voice was full of weariness: "Can you stop doing this? I've been tired enough for a while."

"What's wrong with me?" Wen Nuo turned to look at him in some surprise, then turned back, "I didn't ask you to do anything for me."

In the past, Wu Ming's hand would have pinched the little boy's neck.But this time, he didn't move: "Yes, I don't do your business, I'm responsible for everything, okay?"

Wen Nuo raised the wine glass to his eyelashes, looked at the rim of the radiant glass and the crimson liquid in it in the dim light: "Why do you blame yourself like this, blame the one who always texts you people."

Even if you can't see the expression clearly, you can still hear him frowning from handsome Wu's voice: "What do you mean?"

"Do you have to be so clear?" Wen Nuo sneered, "What's the matter with those text messages that are deleted every time they are received? I've been sneaking around all day, what's the point of catching me out?"

"You!" Wu Ming was panting with anger, and held it in for a long time before he cursed bitterly, "Why are you such an idiot! You want to see my mobile phone and say it clearly, so you are so stingy and keep it in your heart. Does it bother you? "

"Don't bother!" Wen Nuo was also angry, "You don't want me to see it, why should I rush to beg you!"

Wu Ming has a characteristic, the more anxious he is, the more clumsy his speech becomes, and he held back for a long time before saying: "I knew that boys would be so small, I might as well find a girl to date!"

"It's too late to regret it now!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Wen Nuo regretted it, and wished he could bite his own tongue.He held his breath and waited for a long time, but the irregular breathing of the man behind him was suddenly interrupted by the sound of pulling the glass sliding door.

The noisy human voices in the room mixed with the sound of "Bon Voyage" being played in the orchestra pit, forming a sound wave that swept across.

what is this?What the hell is this?

The crimson liquid in the cup was slowly poured to the ground, and the boy who was left alone curled up in a corner, hugging himself tightly, but the chill still hit him in bursts, which he couldn't resist.

"Wenno?"

Someone at the door asked hesitantly.

After that, Wen Nuo thought and thought, but still couldn't recall how everything happened at that time.

He just instinctively raised his head when he heard someone calling his name.After that, there was chaos: Hei Yingtong, someone jumped up and pressed him, someone was yelling and cursing, and someone shouted warnings to call for security.

The only thing that left a deep impression on me was the warm body next to me, the familiar touch and temperature, what penetrated into the nostrils was not the usual light tea scent, but the faint smell of mint.

who is he?Why does the scene in front of me seem familiar, as if it existed a long time ago?

Wu Ming had experienced endless quarrels for several years before his parents divorced, and he had a deep disgust and rejection of quarrels. Therefore, when he had a conflict with Wen Nuo, he chose to leave the balcony, not wanting to let the emotions of both parties continue to lose control.

However, as soon as he entered the hall, he was grabbed by a manager he knew. From the commercial performance of the year to the next script, he was interrogated for a long time, so that when he saw the chaos in the corner of the hall, his first reaction was that someone was there. Drunk.

When rushing over, he saw Zi Hao throwing Wen Nuo heavily to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall, while Li Dongjun, the agent at the side, jumped up, spotted the soft spot on the child, and kicked fiercely with all his strength.

"Are you crazy?" Wu Ming yelled, and rushed forward to block the person who seemed to have no will to resist, "What do you want to do? If you mess up again, I will call the police!"

"The police are here."

Someone answered.But it was neither Zi Hao nor Li Moumou.

A young man with a sullen face was standing obliquely. He wore a neat uniform like a puppet soldier. No matter how you looked at it, he was a counterfeit who had sneaked into the police force.

Only then did Wu Ming see who Mr. Gan was holding in his arms while gritting his teeth and holding back his tears.The expensive custom-made suit and the sweater shirt were all torn, revealing a large piece of bloody back—Jin Chengshen, you are really unlucky.The rib injury has only healed for a few days?

"What's going on?" Wu Ming turned his head and looked at Wen Nuo who had slowly got up.

The child's face was still pale, and his expression was a little dazed, as if he couldn't tell where he was: "I don't know, it seems that someone committed a murder---"

Wu Ming's eyes followed him to the young policeman. The latter smiled and pointed at a short and fat man next to him who was handcuffed by two of his colleagues like showing off a chained dog.That guy kept yelling and struggling so hard that people couldn't see his face clearly, only the greasy black hair was flicking back and forth.

He pricked up his ears and listened quietly, and finally heard what the lunatic was cursing.Wu Ming couldn't help frowning, it was too dirty, turned his head to look at Wen Nuo, and was about to say something, Li Dongjun said coldly: "Good scolding! Broom star, if it weren't for you, we would have been hurt when we became deep?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

This was too much, even handsome Wu, who was always peaceful, got angry. He wanted to grab Li Dongjun's neckline when he went up, but suddenly felt the back of his shirt tighten.

The child lowered his eyelids, and remained silent as usual, his fingers clenched on his brother's skirt were determined not to let go.

The ambulance personnel from the hospital arrived, and there was another burst of chaos in the crowd.

"Well, sorry, you, come with us."

Wen Nuo looked around, and there was no one else around him except Wu Ming: "Me?"

The young policeman gave a ruffian smile: "That's right, you are the person involved, and you have to go to the police station to make a record."

"Oh."

The child scratched his nose, but the young policeman exclaimed, "Amazing! Whose blood is this?"

Wu Ming's heart tightened, and he grabbed Wen Nuo's left wrist.Sure enough, it was not a person's blood on the sleeve that was stained red.Little Po Boy's left thumb was cut by the blade, but he didn't realize it.

I was figuring out what to take for a temporary bandage, when I heard a loud voice from far to near: "What's the matter here? What happened?"

The bearded man stared at his nephew's blood-stained cuff for two seconds, then fell back without saying a word-this rough-natured man was dizzy with blood.

Mei Shouzi tried his best to support the huge body of the bearded man, and was crushed until he screamed: "Hey, director Qian, please don't do this, who will help----"

Wen Nuo went up to support the bearded man, and the blood from the palm of his hand was smeared on the other party's sleeve again: "I'm sorry, uncle, I-------" halfway through the apology, his voice suddenly became choked up.

So Wu Ming once again felt completely unpredictable about the child's tears. He didn't respond to being cut by a knife, beaten, or insulted by others, but he shed tears because of his uncle's funny dizziness.Or, is it because the child's reflex arc is so long that the pain just happened only now?It doesn't look like it.

After coming out of the emergency room, Wu Ming glanced at the uncle and nephew who stayed inside through the glass door, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Police Officer?"

The young policeman was looking down at the transcript he just made. Hearing the sound, he raised his face and smiled: "Just call me Zheng Zhi."

Wu Ming swallowed, and his throat was so dry that smoke came out: "Uh, Zheng Zhi, um, who is the attacker?"

The ruffian police put away the notebook, pretending to be embarrassed: "Well, leaking secrets is a violation of discipline."

Handsome Wu showed his classic eight-teeth smile: "Do me a favor, I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Well, that's right." The ruffian policeman scratched the back of his head with the end of a fountain pen, "Just now my colleague asked briefly, the assailant came in by pretending to be a restaurant worker, and the murder weapon was the western knife used to cut steak in the kitchen. As for his In terms of identity, it is preliminarily determined that he is a fan of your movie, and it seems that he thinks that Xiaowen has done something bad to you. The next step may be a psychiatric appraisal of him. "

Wu Ming frowned slightly: "A lunatic?"

The ruffian policeman shrugged his shoulders: "It's possible. Fortunately, it's not aimed at you. However, after "Allure", your popularity has greatly increased. There may be more than one or two fans of this kind of extreme movie. Be careful." Suddenly remembered something , turned the notebook upside down and handed it under Wu Ming's nose, "Can you sign it for me, my sister is your loyal fan."

Smiling very politely, he took the notebook, Wu Mingxing signed it, but his eyes drifted to Wen Nuo who was on the other side of the glass door.Under the indiscriminate bombardment of the bearded beard, the child's face was indifferent, and he was obviously empty again.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder.

The last stroke of Ming character is too long.Wu Ming shook his head with some dissatisfaction, but unfortunately, his self-cultivation did not allow him to get angry with that disappointed baby face: "Mr. Gan, what are you doing here?"

Zihao's two neat rows of white teeth still gleamed unstoppably in the dim light: "I really want to say it's because I care about that little bastard, but unfortunately it's not. Our fool Jin woke up, and won't stop until he sees him! "