Jiang Wen finally called Zhao Fusheng back, but it was already night.

"You're in France?"

Hearing Jiang Wen talking about himself just getting up, Zhao Fusheng asked subconsciously.

"You know that, yes, it seems that you really worship me. Jiang Wen said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to this narcissistic guy.

"What's the matter, Yu Feihong contacted you?" Jiang Wen is not a fool, Zhao Fusheng suddenly called himself, there must be something. Thinking about it, it seems that there is only one possibility.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I'm a little inexplicable, which one is this singing?"

Jiang Wen said: "Do you remember a story you talked to me about that time, that is, the female soldier." ”

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng blinked, first stunned, and then eager to give himself a mouthful.

"I told her the general story, and chatted a few words at the Spring Festival party, but I didn't expect her to be very interested, so I ......" Jiang Wen said to Zhao Fusheng with some apologies: "I really didn't expect that she would be interested in this subject." ”

Zhao Fusheng sighed: "Got it." ”

With that, he hung up.

Sitting in the dormitory, Zhao Fusheng didn't say anything for a long time, he held the phone, not knowing what to do. That theme came to him by chance, and casually mentioned it to Jiang Wen: Filmmakers with a conscience should shoot this.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wen really remembered it and chose Yu Feihong.

Today, Zhao Fusheng doesn't know what this matter will become, he just hopes that he can try to do some good things.

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Yu Feihong in Zhao Fusheng's memory, dignified and gentle, even if she stood there, she also interpreted what it means to be quiet and good, the years have left no traces on her body, her light makeup and fair skin are still as beautiful and generous as ever, and her temperament is outstanding. The so-called: beauty is in the bones, not in the skin.

At this time, there was no such thing as a goddess, and even if there were, there were not enough titles for goddesses to be preceded by various qualifiers, such as intellectual, sexy, otaku, etc.

In Zhao Fusheng's impression, Yu Feihong is different from most people, female stars such as Lin Qingxia and Zhao Yazhi, who became famous very early, rarely appear in works now, relying on the accumulated reputation and the beauty that delays the decline slowly become mellow. And other literary and artistic female stars, with the development of the Internet, have never lacked questions and topics.

But the woman in front of him, from the high starting point of "The Joy Luck Club" to the junior in "Holding Hands", the moral level of the character did not affect the actor personally. It's beautiful, but it's not high-profile.

Even in addition to the screen role, many people know very little about Feihong. The lack of personal information makes it easy for the audience to substitute for the appearance she presents. Yu Feihong's character is very homogeneous, young and beautiful when he is young, and beautiful and elegant when he is middle-aged. Love is supreme, empathetic, and often undertakes the task of saving the hero's spirit.

"You can watch from a distance and not play with it" This is Zhao Fusheng's first impression of Feihong, in his opinion, this woman has a special temperament, if you want to get her favor, you need to pay everything.

In the entertainment industry where local tyrants and beauties are everywhere, this type is obviously rare. People believe that they are rich enough to catch up with the leading actress, and powerful enough to cover the entire crew, but if they can't catch up with Yu Feihong, it is likely that they are not good enough.

The mystery and solemnity of her make the general audience establish a kind of complicity with her, and feel that she can be understood, appreciated, and secretly worshipped. This has brought the audience closer to her, and we will not become rich and powerful, but we all feel that we can understand her unique beauty.

"Sorry to bother you. "Just got off the plane and took a taxi all the way to Ninghai Normal University, Yu Feihong was wearing a beige windbreaker, standing there, his cheeks were slightly red, but he was not shy.

A woman's maturity needs to rely on years of slow immersion to edify the taste, maturity can bring unemployment and heritage, and the heritage highlights the city, although the current Yu Feihong can only be regarded as a light mature woman, but her charm is still unstoppable.

In other words, she has a feeling of amazement now.

The smile at the first moment is the calmness of a mature woman, but the smile at the next moment has the youthful shyness of a twenty-year-old girl. The temperament on her body, but from the point of view of her appearance, is undoubtedly warm, but it gives people the feeling that it is not a woman who is not allowed to enter, she belongs to the kind of woman who can't help but want to take a second look at it after seeing it at a glance, and after seeing it at the second glance, she can't wait to take it home and enjoy it alone.

Miss Yu was polite. Zhao Fusheng had a smile on his face, to be honest, the first time he saw Yu Feihong's real person, even if his psychological age was dozens of years old, he was quite surprised.

This woman's current appearance does not seem to have changed much from more than ten years later.

The clock of the years seemed to be on her body, and stopped swinging.

"Call me Brother Fei, that's what they call old ginger. Yu Feihong smiled heartily, she is a person who likes humor, and she is also willing to ridicule, and her friends treat her as a boy. When speaking, it is the same as making a phone call, the voice is neither high nor low, the speed of speech is not fast or slow, gentle, measured, and it feels just right.

"Don't, I'll call you Sister Fei. Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "Otherwise, I'll laugh out loud." ”

"Why?" Yu Feihong raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.

Zhao Fusheng said: "I have a friend whose name is also Fei, we often said at that time, I am Brother Fei in society, and people don't talk much......

"Ahem......" Yu Feihong himself laughed.

This joke, which is not a joke, successfully shortened the distance between the two people, and Zhao Fusheng simply reached out to help her carry the suitcase: "Let's go, find a place to live first." ”

Yu Feihong nodded, and was not polite, and followed Zhao Fusheng towards the distance.

Although the Confucian classics have taught people to observe etiquette for thousands of years, in the words of Lao Tzu, Confucius's set of etiquette is actually a false formalism, because if a person wants to be respected by others, it is useless to rely on etiquette alone, and the most important thing is to have strength.

The Confucian set is actually like a joke.

For example, Confucianism pays attention to etiquette everywhere, even in one's own home, but we all know that the more we are with those close to us, the more casual we will be in doing things. Only when you are with strangers will you become polite and restrained, so the so-called etiquette of Confucianism is against human nature.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng and Yu Feihong are not the kind of people who stick to the rules, so when Yu Feihong saw Zhao Fusheng take him to a villa, although he was a little surprised, he didn't say anything.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Sister Fei, you are too famous, it is a little inappropriate to live in a hotel, this is my house, I live in the dormitory, you can live here." The humble house is simple, Sister Fei, just don't dislike it. ”

Dong Guoxiang has moved to a new residence, and the key here has also been returned to Zhao Fusheng, Zhao Fusheng usually lives in the dormitory, that is, he will come back on weekends, so he simply arranged Yu Feihong here.

Anyway, Yu Feihong estimated that he would stay for a few days and leave.

Yu Feihong nodded and said with a smile: "It's okay, the single-family villa, I want to thank you." ”

Opening the door, Zhao Fusheng gave the key to Yu Feihong: "This is the key." ”

Yu Feihong took the key and immediately asked, "You bought this house?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "To be exact, it was given to me by Liu Tianwang." ”

Well?

Obviously, Zhao Fusheng's words made Yu Feihong a little puzzled.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "People gave me 200,000 screenwriting fees, and I used that money to buy a house, didn't Liu Tianwang give it to me." ”

"Hahaha, it makes sense, it's really true. Yu Feihong blinked his eyes and laughed, and suddenly felt that Zhao Fusheng was actually a very interesting person.

Putting down the suitcase, Zhao Fusheng poured a glass of water for Yu Feihong, and Yu Feihong was already sitting on the sofa, looked at Zhao Fusheng and said, "I think Lao Jiang should have told you my intention." ”

Zhao Fusheng nodded and sighed: "Sister Fei, I want to persuade you a word, this matter is not as easy as you think." ”

Before she finished speaking, she saw Yu Feihong shaking her head slightly, it was obvious that she didn't want to hear this......

PS: To be honest, I wrote the next content with the mood of dynamite bag, but I didn't write it, I felt uncomfortable. There are some things that should not be forgotten.