"It's not a rare treasure. It's too stingy to keep her at home!" The assistant director continued to complain.

But the man's next words made him silence, and he showed a helpless expression on his face.

The man on the stage said: "He is a rare treasure to me, and I didn't hide him at home. If you really want to see him, just look for it yourself."

"You think we can't find it. Next time we'll be careful that we'll get the news out and let the paparazzi surround your home." The person who could talk was the director. He had put down the pen and paper in his hand and was happily watching the man on the stage.

The director is already middle-aged, so it is rare for him to make such jokes, but when he is with the men on the stage, he always feels that he has become young and lively, and he is no longer so serious.

In the huge theater, several people were talking and laughing, and the progress of their work became slower, but no one cared about this, and they were not in a hurry, because there was still more than a year before the opening of the drama. Even the official actors were not in place yet.

After a long time, the man who felt sore feet walked down from the stage. He casually found a chair to sit down, and was chatting with the director. The deputy director had already left. He had just received a call and hurriedly went to work on his own affairs.

The director held a cigarette in his mouth and asked, "How is he doing to you recently?"

The man smiled unanimously, and his expression affirmed the director's answer to the question, so the smoker also smiled and said, "I'm born a couple, but you have to be careful. Some gossipy guys in the theater are already talking about it."

"I know, thank you for always covering up for us." The man smiled, leaning his body comfortably against the chair.

While smoking a cigarette, the director raised his head. He actually knew who the man’s lover was, and he also knew and could fully understand it. In this world, it is always good to be more open-minded, and the director always thinks so.

After taking a few sips of cigarettes, he spoke again, "Next time we get together, I'll go to your little house and have some wine, how about it?"

"I absolutely agree with the gathering, but I'll just drink. We don't drink now, especially in recent years, Xiao Meng hasn't drunk anymore."

"Are you in charge of him?"

"Do you think he needs me to take care of me? I am a person who needs his care in everything. It's good if he doesn't care about me. It's just that drunk driving accidents have occurred frequently in recent years. We all think we should drink less."

"Then forget it, I don't want to go to a party without wine." When a smoke ring disappeared in the void, the director denied the suggestion he had just made.

There is nothing to worry about between them. If you say it casually, it doesn't matter whether it is successful or not, and no one will take it seriously. However, when it comes to the party, the director does have his own little thoughts. The man has acted in several good dramas for him a few years, and the occupancy rate is very high, so now the director is considering how to invite him to continue acting in the next drama, of course, the position of the protagonist.

However, the gentle man no longer gave him any chance to speak, and stood up and said, "If nothing is wrong, I should leave."

"Don't you eat here? I ordered a copy for you." The director said quickly.

"No need, I'll go home and eat." The man smiled and walked out of the theater. The director looked at his left back and swallowed his thoughts back into his stomach. He said only one sentence: "What a willful child." Then he shook his head and continued to read his script.

At this moment, in the parking lot outside the theater, a car was waiting. A tall man was sitting in the car. He could tell at first glance that he was a detective because his police uniform had not been replaced.

The person he was waiting for walked to the parking lot, his eyes immediately found the target, trotted to him all the way, opened the car door and said, "Hey! Why didn't you even change your work clothes today?"

"Because I just encountered some accident, I temporarily arranged to deal with it, so I came to pick you up before I could change my clothes. Get in the car quickly." The man in the car said. After the people around him sat down, he reached out to help tie the seat belt, then kicked the accelerator, and the car drove away from the parking lot and headed far away.

The relaxed atmosphere at the theater is in sharp contrast to the tragic scene in the lavender field just now. It is also love, but the love in the purple flower field makes people feel extremely sad and sad.

Let us temporarily let go of the description of love, and we turn our attention to another place, where there is a simple small warehouse, which is really just a small warehouse, not a house or villa as people imagine. Moreover, in the warehouse, there are many painting boards piled up everywhere and purple lavender flowers.

One of the painting boards made people feel dirty, the entire surface was broken and even the frame was broken, but this painting board was placed in the most conspicuous position, as if it was an extremely precious thing, and was carefully protected.

The man in the warehouse was drawing, and from time to time, he looked at the broken drawing board. Every time he looked at the drawing board, his eyes were filled with deep sadness, as if he remembered a memory from the past.

The sight returned to the complete drawing board at hand. The work looked not perfect and could not even be described as beautiful. It seemed that the painting was an abstract painting, but no one could explain the popular aesthetics clearly, right?

The brush continued to move on the cardboard, and the colorful paints were shaking on the paint plate in the man's hand, and some had flowed to his sleeves, but the man seemed to have no idea at all, and continued to shake the paint plate. Maybe this was his habit, but this was really a bad habit, because the sleeves and chest of the man's work clothes were already stained with color, even more than on the drawing board in front of him.

At this time, the warehouse door was pushed open, and a fat middle-aged man with clean and neat hair walked in. He only glanced at the drawing board in front of the man and said loudly: "Have you made these things for so long?"

"What should you do if you want me?" The man looked calm and did not feel any unhappy or fear because of his doubts.

The middle-aged man said, "I want you to take out your works. If you don't take out your works, how can I promote it?"

"Then don't promote it, unless you give me another month." The man's tone was still dumb.

But the middle-aged man couldn't help himself, so he loudly said, "For a month, you'll make a joke. Who said he was a famous painter at the beginning? I really believed you. Now that he has spoken all the big words, what should you do if you ask me to do?" When the middle-aged man spoke, the fat on his face shook and looked very disgusting.

The man gave him a blank look and said, "What should I do? Keep giving me time. Isn't there still one month to get the party in the Lavender Villa? I just happened to finish the work in my hand."

"You are also called a work? It's simply called a graffiti." The middle-aged man roared.
Chapter completed!