Not long after, Gao Manlin and Xiong Ping came, and the four people with certain common interests got together, and there was no topic to talk about.

During the dinner, Gao Manlin reminded her of the old words.

If you don't accept film and television, forget it, I hope that Luo Qingyu will take a few more advertisements during the New Year, and the remuneration will be more than 300,000 yuan. If her fame continues to rise, the remuneration is only a lot more, and she has a lot of vacations, so it would be a pity to waste it like this.

Gao Manlin is not uncommon with this money, she likes the process of supporting and cultivating a celebrity.

"I don't want to be too busy, it's good now. Luo Qingyu still refused, even if Gao Manlin's face was not good-looking, "I know that money is very important, and I want to focus on my profession." My stage is not wide, my profession can't keep up, and no matter how many advertisements I shoot, I can't regain my popularity. ”

"I think you have more than enough to deal with your professionalism, give yourself confidence. Exposure to unfamiliar areas can broaden your horizons, which is also good for your major. After Gao Manlin finished speaking, she kicked Xiong Ping at the bottom of the table.

Xiong Ping immediately realized, "Yes, Qingqing, I said a long time ago that you have acting talent, do you remember the musical you helped us write back then? At that time, everyone couldn't understand what you meant, and you personally performed it for everyone to see......

She was able to enter the role quickly, her singing skills were good, her language and expressions were rich and witty, and she almost made everyone laugh.

"Look, I'm not the only one talking about you, you should listen to the audience. Her husband's words touched her heart, and Gao Manlin happily poured tea and water for him, and was diligent.

"Really, why haven't I heard you mention it?" Wen Yuanxiu was quite surprised, staring at Luo Qingyu in disbelief, it was hard to imagine that she could act?

Luo Qingyu glanced at him, "Don't listen to their nonsense, I'm not interested in acting." ”

Gao Manlin struck while the iron was hot and strongly advised: "Interest can be cultivated, and you can't be too dead-eyed." ”

"In my opinion, Qingqing, you are a ...... who has been delayed by interest" Under the ardent expectation of his beloved wife, Xiong Ping said his thoughts calmly, "Soul singer." ”

Gao Manlin: "...... what?"

Wen Yuanxiu: "......"Huh?

Luo Qingyu: "...... "You don't eat it, I'll eat it."

"I like her singing skills, really, but we have to respect her choice......" he stressed again to his wife's black face.

The next moment, there was a commotion in the private room—

"Sister, you have to calm down...... "I'm so tired."

"Xiaoyuan, you dodge! I won't teach you a lesson today, why does the old lady have your surname!" the queen rolled up her sleeves.

"That's a good thing!" the man who was hiding from domestic violence stood on tiptoe without knowing whether he was alive or dead, and added in a seknutshell, "Women in the world should be like this." "The idea of machismo is dying~.

Luo Qingyu couldn't see it, and saw the right time to pull Wen Yuanxiu out of the battlefield of the couple:

"Leave them alone, let's eat. ”

When husband and wife fight, outsiders suffer, it is better to stay away. Don't look at Senior Brother Xiong's maturity in front of their younger brothers and sisters, he is very naïve in front of Gao Manlin, and the two of them often play tricks when they don't agree with each other, which doesn't hurt their feelings.

"You know how to act?" Wen Yuanxiu sat back and stared at her, still in disbelief.

"No, it won't. Luo Qingyu shook his head, "Senior Brother Xiong is bragging and exculpating me." ”

God is a soul singer who is delayed by interest, he might as well say that she is a master of universal art. Can acting in a musical be the same as making a movie?

Wen Yuanxiu hesitated, "Either you try?" Maybe you're more talented in other areas. "Life is so long, try more, summarize more, and find the most suitable specialty for yourself.

Luo Qingyu silently raised his head and gave him a quiet death gaze.

"Uh, don't forget if you don't like it," Wen Yuanxiu opened his eyes very sensibly and picked up the chopsticks, "Eat, eat, the food is cold......"

The atmosphere between the two is harmonious, he eats vegetables and she eats meat, and the years are quiet.

And behind them, there was still a lot of noise—

"Don't scratch your hair, don't scratch your hair, I'll lose your face when I become the Mediterranean......!"

......

After three rounds of wine, the song is over.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, Wen Yuanxiu quietly returned to the imperial capital with the hitchhiker of Gao and Xiong, and Luo Qingyu still went back to the apartment to stay overnight and pack his luggage.

As for hygiene, a housekeeping aunt will come over to clean it tomorrow, so she doesn't need to do it, just clean it up.

Early the next morning, I made sure that there were no more things in the house, and then I left with my suitcase. When I came, I didn't have much luggage, but now that the weather is cold, I put on my newly bought autumn clothes, and the weight in the box is the same as when I came.

It is inconvenient to live in other people's homes, so Gao Manlin arranged for her to live like this. Buying a house in the magic capital by herself? Don't be funny, she has no money! Her family's overall income may look better in the countryside, but it is not enough in the metropolis.

Besides, her work in the magic capital may not last long, and it is a bit impractical to consider buying a house so soon. For the time being, although the flowers are not red for a hundred days, she should be optimistic, maybe her friendship with everyone can be evergreen all year round.

Next, she was going to travel to the Bashang Prairie first, and made a strategy before the holiday. I heard that the autumn scenery there is the best, and the golden dam is colorful.

Just go, the world outside is different from the city, and there is not so much surveillance. At night, when she is in the wilderness, she can dodge into Danlu Mountain to bathe, dry clothes, eat and sleep, and come out again at three or four o'clock in the morning.

Of course, under normal circumstances, things that can be solved by manpower do not need to be hung on the wall as much as possible. For example, she doesn't have a car, and occasionally takes the train to some unfamiliar places.

Once at her destination, she followed the map on foot or hitchhiked, which some people called a poor tour. In fact, she prefers to measure the earth with her feet and visit the great rivers and mountains of the motherland slowly.

Luo Qingyu has always carried the camera with her, never leaving an inch, and taking pictures of the beautiful scenery she is in at any time. Hitchhiking is for an experience, a folk experience, and I like the process of communicating with strangers.

Of course, this situation will inevitably run into unpleasant things.

Once, she stood on the side of the road to stop a car, and the owner of the car knew at a glance that she was a poor traveler on a long journey. Not only did they not stop, but as they drove by, someone reached out of the window and raised the middle finger at her.

Luo Qingyu: "......"

She was not angry or annoyed, and stood quietly on the side of the road watching the other party pass by. People don't understand her, she doesn't understand people either, maybe they have suffered in this regard, put yourself in their shoes.

Besides, there are still many well-wishers in the world, no, the car stopped. However, when she dragged her suitcase and looked into the car, she chuckled in her heart.

"Ahh ”

There was only a man and a woman in the car, two of whom were about 30 years old, the man was driving and the woman was sitting in the back seat.

"Get in the car. The lady in the back seat poked her head out and smiled kindly at her, "It's getting dark this day, how dangerous is it for you to wait here alone as a girl? ”

"The weather forecast says it's raining, get in the car. The male driver had already gotten out of the car and walked over to her, helping her put her luggage in the back compartment without saying a word, "The hotel we booked checked in at six o'clock, and the room will be canceled if it is late." ”

It seems to be overbearing, but it's actually a bit rushed.

My Buddhist pastoral

My Buddhist pastoral