I Really Didn’t Want to Be Famous

"I am a photography artist. I think the photo just now is very artistic, so can you allow me to use these photos of you to participate in the photo art exhibition next month? If possible, I would be very grateful to you , You are my benefactor!" Daniel watched Lu Yuan in proficient Italian.

"Huh? Is there a fine? How much?" Lu Yuan looked at Daniel's excited expression, threw away his cigar, and gestured for money.

"Yes, yes, if you are a big success, the bonus is impossible to be less, I will give you all the bonus, and maybe you will become one of the few photos in the Venice Art Palace!" Daniel is even more excited. .

"Well, okay, then I won't smoke, don't get excited." Lu Yuan threw away the cigar, admitted his mistake with a good attitude, and made a no gesture.

"Don't you need money? Yes, money seems a bit tacky, but thank you, thank you for your dedication to art, this is my business card, can I know your name..." Daniel watched this gesture suddenly burst out With a deep sense of gratitude, he quickly took out his business card and handed it to Lu Yuan, and made a name gesture.

"what?"

As the sun sets, Lu Yuan took the crumpled business card, looked at it for a long time, and then looked at Lu Yuan with some doubts.

"NAME..." Daniel looked at Lu Yuan puzzled, and quickly took out the photo he had just taken, and took out his pen.

"Name? Need to register? You won't keep the record?"

"Daniel, Daniel...I, Daniel..." Daniel wrote his name on the paper, pointed to the business card, and then pointed to Lu Yuan.

"Your name is Daniel? You won't keep the case?" Lu Yuan made a gesture.

"YES, your name is..."

"My... name? Oh, well, Lu Yuan..." Lu Yuan wrote the word Lu Yuan in Chinese characters.

"Thanks... Crab..." Daniel was grateful, knowing that Lu Yuan was from Huaxia, so he spoke two bad Chinese, and then prayed and thanked the church very religiously again, and then waved to Lu Yuan. , Holding the camera carefully turned and left.

"Huh? What a strange person."

Lu Yuan looked at his back in a daze.

But thanks?

Why do you want to thank me?

Wait, did I understand it wrong? He didn't mean to tell me not to smoke?

what is that?

………………………………

Venice at night is beautiful and bright.

Lu Yuan transported ten boxes of cigars back to the country by air, and then lingered in the small town of Venice.

It’s good to have money, and you can use it whatever you want.

Lu Yuan used to think that he could imagine the happiness of the rich, but after he really spent money to see the world, he knew that the life of the rich was really unimaginable.

After eating some food and seafood, and wandering around the brightly-lit scenic spots, Lu Yuan returned to the Hilton Hotel.

Looking at the luxurious dress and unimaginable extravagance, Lu Yuan felt that he was indeed depraved.

He felt the charm of money for the first time, and for the first time felt that having money is such a happy thing.

However, this happiness only lasted about half an hour.

Half an hour later, maybe it was Lu Yuan’s relationship between eating and drinking. The digestive system was malfunctioning and suddenly causing trouble. At first, Lu Yuan thought it was just a small problem, but in fact it proved that Lu Yuan was wrong...

The rushing rivers and the world turned over by rivers and seas made Lu Yuan truly understand what it means not to eat randomly...

This night, Lu Yuan did not enjoy the wonderful big bed in the Hilton Hotel, nor did he enjoy the happiness of air conditioning. Instead, he enjoyed the happiness of a smart toilet.

Early in the morning, around four or five o'clock.

Lu Yuan's cell phone rang.

Lu Yuan looked at the number and saw that it was the international long distance call from Wang Zhenxue.

"Hey……"

"Lu Yuan, I’m telling you the good news. Our "Buried Alive" has already approached the top three of "The Enemy at the Table", and we have a good chance to surpass it and become the top three...

"Uh, good, good news..."

"Is Venice fun?"

"Fortunately..."

"What's wrong with your voice? Why does it sound weird."

"All right...what's wrong?"

"What are you doing now? It doesn't look like you're sleeping and it's a bit imaginary...Are you playing with a woman?" After hearing Lu Yuan's voice on the other side of the phone, he suddenly became a little wary inexplicably.

"No, I didn't play, I'm...not easy to say now." Lu Yuan took a deep breath, and closed his eyes as he looked haggard in the mirror.

"What are you doing? What's hard to say? Lu Yuan, although you are alone in Venice, you have to be decent. Do you know that if you can't be like some people, you will know how to play messy games..."

"I do not have……"

"Really not playing with women?"

"No……"

"then you……"

"I'm pulling S... I have a stomach ache..." Lu Yuan held back for a long time, and then he held out such a sentence after his face turned red.

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. When Lu Yuan thought that Wang Jinxue over there was going to hang up, Wang Zhenxue did not hang up.

"No medicine?" There was silence over there.

"Forgot to buy..."

"Why are you so ignorant? Don't you know that you should bring some antidiarrheal medicine when you go out? How come you are like a kid..."

"..."

Lu Yuan's head hurts.

He listened to the other end of the phone and said to himself, suddenly he didn't know how to respond.

Today Wang Jinxue seems to have a lot of words, and he said a lot...

Lu Yuan could only listen, because he could not refute Wang Jinxue.

After about a few minutes, it seemed that Wang Jinxue also felt that she was a little too nagging, not in line with the usual indifference to Lu Yuan, so she hung up the phone.

After more than ten minutes, the doorbell rang from Lu Yuan's room. Lu Yuan opened the door with his pants in doubt, and saw a waiter smiling and holding a bag of things to Lu Yuan.

After Lu Yuan opened the bag, he found that it was a box of antidiarrheal medicine and a mess that Lu Yuan could not understand...

These should be medicines.

this moment……

Lu Yuan suddenly felt warm.

………………………………

In the evening of the next day, Zhang Tong stood downstairs at Hilton, waiting vigorously for Lu Yuan to come down from the stairs.

Lu Yuan went downstairs very slowly, and it seemed to be a little bit difficult.

Lu Yuan looked a little sluggish, his face was not very good, and he seemed to be collapsed...

"Xiao Lu...you can play with young people, but don't go too far. Playing too hard can hurt your body..."

"Director Zhang, you may have misunderstood, I actually last night..."

"Don't explain, I understand. After all, I have been young. Okay, get in the car. When walking on the red carpet, remember to stay for a while to brush up on the sense of existence..."

"Oh."

Lu Yuan wanted to explain, but after seeing the expression on Zhang Tong's face, he understood that his explanation had no substantive meaning.

Some misunderstandings can only become misunderstandings...

Pulled all night, now my body is really vacant.

Although I won't have diarrhea anymore...

but……

I hope there will be no moths during the awards.

Lu Yuan closed his eyes.

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"Wow, is this "To Alice" really created by Huaxia people? It's amazing!"

"Yes, it was created by a Chinese man named Lu Yuan."

"Lu Yuan...huh... I didn't expect China to be so Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. After the film festival is over, I want to go to China to meet this Chinese person. I want to talk to him about the piano. I can hear it. Lu Yuan’s Chinese people are very knowledgeable in piano music"

"Mr. Edward, I'm afraid you don't have to go to China."

"why?"

"Because he came to Venice and also participated in the film festival."

"What! Is this true?"

"Not only that, but he is also one of the nominated winners for many film and television episodes... If he is lucky enough, his award will be issued by you, provided that he can win..."

"Oh? God, is it so predestined?"