Black Powder Monologue Diary

Chapter 6 6 Gifts

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2020. 3, 20

I finally saw Tan Ling today.

She was wearing a white dress, no different from what I usually see on TV or on my mobile phone.Possibly, it looks even thinner.

However, Tan Ling seemed to be a little colder than what he saw online.Tan Ling on the Internet is smiling most of the time, and her eyes are always beautiful when she smiles.But in reality, after the show, she would sit on the chair in the crew and play with her mobile phone, her face was cold, and she would not say anything to the people around her.

I was hesitant to go over and ask for an autograph, as those who follow the stars like to do it.Although a bit naive, it is still a commemoration anyway.But suddenly going to ask her for an autograph doesn't seem very good.So I found an oil painting from my bag that I was most satisfied with some time ago. It painted a deer in the forest. Tan Ling likes deer, so she should also like this painting.

So, I wrapped it carefully in kraft paper, took another notebook, and walked in the direction of Tan Ling.Before he reached her side, he was stopped by a strong bodyguard in black clothes.

"Excuse me, please do." The bodyguard said.

"Well, I - I'm a fan of Tan Ling, can I ask her to sign it?"

I thought of some rules, and quickly explained: "Well - I took the photo myself, just sign it for me."

"is it okay?"

The bodyguard glanced back at Tan Ling, but Tan Ling didn't respond, she was still looking at her phone silently with her head down.The assistant behind her was also observing her expression.

An awkward silence hung in the air.

"If it's inconvenient, forget it." I said again: "This is a gift I prepared for Sister Tan Ling, I hope you can accept it."

There was another silence, and I felt my fingers become stiff.The assistant behind Tan Ling finally couldn't help but said, "Sorry, Sister Tan Ling doesn't accept gifts from fans."

"Ah, it's okay." I smiled.

"What's the bread there?" Tan Ling asked suddenly.

I froze for a moment, and quickly said, "Yes...it's my painting."

"Draw what? Me?"

I was a little embarrassed: "It's a small deer." I said again: "I think it looks like you, very beautiful."

"Oh, let's put it there." She didn't look very interested, her eyes were still looking at the phone.

I gave the gift to her assistant, and when I was about to leave, she asked the assistant to hand me a signed postcard and said, "Don't you want to sign it?"

I froze again and accepted it. "Thanks."

On the way back, I felt a little uncomfortable, although I don't know where it came from.Obviously the gift was sent out, and I got the signature as I wished, but it seems that things are different from what I imagined.

That day, I got off work very late.After packing up the makeup box and preparing to go back, I overheard Tan Ling's voice in the corridor of the crew lounge.

I swear, I don't mean to eavesdrop on other people's conversations.It's just that I couldn't hold back, my feet kept standing in place, and I didn't move forward.

"Have you memorized the lines for tomorrow's scene?"

"not yet."

"Hurry up and watch it. Tomorrow your play is very important and you have a lot of lines. The director specially came here to tell me to prepare you in advance." For some reason, I always felt that the tone of the girl talking to Tan Ling was a little low, as if a little As if afraid of Tan Ling.

"What are you preparing for? Will it look different at that time?" Tan Ling said, "Anyway, the lines can be learned just by looking at them."

"Prepare a little more. It's always good to read more lines. The opportunity I finally won, the movie is different from the TV series, and this time the role is a bit difficult. If you don't prepare well..."

"Are you annoying? Long-winded. Just a few words back and forth all day." Tan Ling's attitude was not very good.

"Why don't you say that my acting skills are not good, but I don't think other people's acting skills are much better. Xia Meng brags about her crying for three seconds all day, isn't she just crying, what's the big deal."

"You are my manager, don't say anything that hurts me all day long. If you don't want to do it, just say it, I'll change someone."

The room was quiet for a while, and the manager said again: "Today, I heard that a fan gave you a gift on set?"

"Ah."

"Why did the fans come to the set? Could it be that they were following you?"

"No. He is the makeup artist of the crew, I saw his work card."

The agent breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good." She thought for a while and then asked cautiously: "Then he didn't do anything, did he?"

"No. What can he do? He gave me a gift, and I gave him an autograph and he left." Tan Ling smiled and said: "A man, the gift he gave was a painting, really It’s boring, I’ll throw it in the trash after I’m done collecting it. Don’t other fans give their idols some big-name watches and bags? If I were to give those, I might still accept them.”

"Anyway, it's just a tribute from the fans. Don't make too much noise. If you don't want it, give it to me in the studio."

Tan Ling said, "Throw it away a long time ago. If you want it, pick it up in the trash can outside."

The atmosphere was so silent that I could hear my own heartbeat.The heartbeat made my chest hurt, and I had to press it tightly to force it to stop.

"Don't do this again next time, it will be bad if someone finds out." The manager persuaded earnestly: "Last time you threw flowers and fans posted them on the Internet, we took a lot of work to suppress them. "

"Understood." Tan Ling said: "Everything has to be controlled, and there is no freedom at all."

She added: "Ask Ji Shanye's manager for me, what time is his flight the day after tomorrow..."

I didn't listen anymore, because my eyes fell on a corner of kraft paper protruding from the trash can not far away.I walked over, reached inside, and sure enough, I saw the painting I sent out, and the packaging on it hadn't even been torn off.It was fun, and within eight hours it was back in my hands.

never mind.Nobody wants it, so I'll take it.

How to say, it is also my baby.

[The author has something to say: I'm coming!Please collect more!Love you guys! 】