On a small river in Liangxi City, a black canopy boat passed leisurely, and at the bow stood a handsome young man in a fashionable suit, looking at the scenery of this small city with a happy face. His name is Ye Yinglan, he is the eldest young master of the Ye family's mansion, he went to study in the United States four years ago, and now he comes back to the small city as before, but he feels unusually fresh, he used to feel boring, boring, boring, boring brick by brick, grass and flowers now seem to be very interesting and beautiful, he felt for the first time how beautiful and lovely the small city he was born and grew up in.

The old boatman was amused by Ye Yinglan's novelty appearance, he took a puff of dry cigarette and asked with a smile: "This little young master, you are here for the first time, right?"

"How do you see that?" Ye Yinglan asked funny, he had only been away for four years, he had never been on a boat before that, and he also knew this old boatman, but now he completely forgot about him, and spoke politely to him as an outsider.

The old boatman smiled with a slightly smug expression: "The old man has been rocking the boat here all his life, I know all the people in this city, and the old man has never seen you." The little young master looks so good-looking, if I see it, I will definitely remember it. ”

Ye Yinglan laughed and said, "Haha, then you are wrong this time! Old man, don't you remember me? Your grandson even snatched my bun and was beaten by you." Hahaha......."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, I remember, you are, you are Young Master Ye! Young Master Ye, you have been gone for a long time, and you have become more prominent than before, and I can't even recognize the old man. The old boatman's face was full of surprise, put down the old smoking gun, shook the oar vigorously, and said while shaking: "Young Master Ye is back, the old man should shake it quickly, but he can't let Master Ye and Mrs. Ye wait for a long time." ”

Ye Yinglan saw that he really shook the oar vigorously, and hurriedly said, "It's okay, just shake it slowly, don't get tired." ”

"Tired is not bad, tired is not bad. The old boatman said without slowing down his men.

The boat soon sailed into a small river, and the buildings on both sides of the river became more refined, and some of the newly built houses could be seen with a little shadow of Western-style architecture. Compared with the civilian area, this side has changed a lot, Ye Yinglan sighed in her heart, and was about to ask the old boatman about the origin of these buildings, when she heard the sound of babbling singing not far ahead.

“...... It turns out that the purple and red are blooming all over, and they are all paid with broken wells and decaying walls like this, and the beautiful scenery of the good day is not a day, and the courtyard is happy——"

The sound of this song is lingering and graceful, clear and beautiful, echoing on the quiet river, this artistic conception is simply beautiful. Ye Yinglan couldn't help but want to explore the singer who created this beautiful artistic conception, he stood on tiptoe and poked his head to look in the direction where the voice came from, where a handsome young man in a moon-white robe was leaning against the window on the second floor and singing this song, he was playing with a fan in his hand, his eyes were looking at the peach blossom tree on the other side, his brows were slightly frowned, his eyes were full of affection, and he was indescribably endearing.

Ye Yinglan immediately stopped, his heart was pounding fast, and his eyes were fixed on the young man, as if he wanted to see him in the pupil.

The young man who sang the song didn't notice Ye Yinglan's gaze, maybe he noticed it but didn't care, he still stared at the peach tree sticking out of the wall on the other side, and sang quietly: "Flying towards the twilight roll, the clouds and the cuixuan, the rain and the wind, the smoke and waves painting the boat, the Shaoguang cheapness that the Jinping people see——"

The boat quickly sailed through the window, Ye Yinglan twisted her head and still looked at the young man, but the young man still didn't look at him. This made him very anxious, and he wanted to call out to the boy, to ask his name, to make friends with him, but he couldn't bear to interrupt him even though he opened his mouth several times.

The boat was getting farther and farther, and soon the young man by the window was about to be out of sight, Ye Yinglan lowered her hand in frustration, disappointed in her timidity. Just as he was about to enter the cabin, the young man who had been staring at him all this time leaned half of his body out of the window as if he had suddenly discovered his presence, and looked at him with a look of surprise.

Ye Yinglan was overjoyed, but at the same time couldn't help but wonder, the young man naturally made him happy when he saw him, but with such an expression, could it be that his face was sticky, or was there something wrong with his clothes? Ye Yinglan was puzzled, he was about to look down to check his clothes, but he heard the old boatman exclaim: "Young Master Ye, bow your head!"

But it was too late, Ye Yinglan's head slammed into the stone bridge in front of him, making a crisp "bang", and then he leaned back uncontrollably, and finally sat on the bow of the boat. Because the movement was too big, the boat was out of balance, if it wasn't for the old boatman's quick reaction and timely stopping the boat, it is estimated that Ye Yinglan would have been shaken off the boat.

However, after experiencing such an accident, Ye Yinglan did not cry out in pain or panic, her eyes were still only looking at the young man, and the whole person looked dumbfounded.

The young man by the window looked at Ye Yinglan's red forehead, and was amused by his stupid appearance, holding the windowsill with both hands, and laughed. His brow spread out with a smile, his eyes sparkled with joy, and his face was full of the vigor that he should have at this age, and he looked much better than before.

Ye Yinglan's heart beat more violently because of this smile, and he was almost out of breath, he took a few deep breaths to calm his mood, and then waved to the young man who was still smiling and shouted: "Hi, hello, my name is Ye Yinglan, your song is so good, sorry to disturb you." ”

The young man's laughter stopped abruptly, he looked at Ye Yinglan a little strangely, maybe because of his novel way of greeting, maybe he didn't expect Ye Yinglan to take the initiative to greet him after losing such a big face, he nodded at Ye Yinglan with some hesitation, and said with a smile: "My name is Mo Xiaoqiu, and I sing in Zhang Liansheng's opera troupe, you can take the time to listen." ”

"Zhang Liansheng's drama troupe?" Ye Yinglan repeated in surprise. The people who live in this neighborhood are all good people, and when he saw that Mo Xiaoqiu had a clean temperament and was young, he thought that he was a student of which family, but he didn't expect it to be a play.

Ye Yinglan has never known people of Mo Xiaoqiu's class, and has never communicated with them, he really likes to listen to operas, and he used to go in and out of the theater, but those singing operas are like gramophones that can play songs to him, and he admires them

He felt that he and the actors were people of two worlds, so for a moment his expression hesitated. However, Ye Yinglan quickly regained his sincere smile, his thinking is new, he knows what equality is, he wants to make a friend like Mo Xiaoqiu, and this idea will not change because of his identity.

However, Mo Xiaoqiu had already noticed Ye Yinglan's hesitant expression for a moment, the joy just now disappeared in an instant, he laughed self-deprecatingly, and disappeared at the window without waiting for Ye Yinglan to say anything more. He is a dramatist, and the person outside looks like a noble young master, how can such a person want to know a dramatist.

Ye Yinglan was a little baffled by such a change, he stretched out his neck and shouted at the window, but he responded with the sound of the window closing. Ye Yinglan was a little angry and a little aggrieved, so decent, why was she suddenly unhappy?

When the old boatman saw this scene, he shook his head gently, and the pole lightly touched the bridge pile, and shouted: "Young Master Ye, sit down, the boat is leaving." ”

"Cards!"

After the filming of the scene, Yan Wenmu hurriedly stood up and ran towards the river, and the people around him quickly surrounded him.

The old actor who played the old boatman leaned the boat to the shore, squatted on Meng Nancheng's side with a worried face, and asked, "Xiao Meng, how do you feel, do you have a bad headache?"

The scene of hitting the bridge was originally just a matter of making a look and reproducing the sound effects in the later stage, but who knew that Meng Nancheng would really hit it, and the sound was so loud that the whole crew was startled. Meng Nancheng was a golden head, and it was a big deal to be injured.

Su Tao pushed away the crowd and jumped onto the boat, and saw the swollen bag on Meng Nancheng's head and was very anxious, "How is it, Ah Cheng, are you okay?"

The movement just now was really not small, and it was possible to accidentally get a concussion and cerebral hemorrhage, and Meng Nancheng, who was really bad, could still act.

"Does it matter, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Yan Wenmu was also in a hurry, one of the leading actors got an injury on the first day of filming, not to mention whether the omen was good or not, with such a big bag on his head, how to shoot the scene in the next few days.

Meng Nancheng did feel a little dizzy when he first bumped into it, but it had eased up at this time, he looked at the group of people who came around, and when he saw Lan Xiu's shadow, he stood up by himself and said, "I'm fine, don't worry, it's me who estimated the wrong time and turned around late." ”

Su Tao looked at his indifferent look, took out the agent's posture with a straight face and said, "What's okay, I'll take you to the hospital to take a CT now, it's not a joke to hit your head." ”

Yan Wenmu echoed: "Yes, yes, Lao Meng, let's go to the hospital first." It's all my fault, I didn't let you try the show first, and we'll see what happens. ”

He knew that Meng Nancheng was working very seriously, but it was really not a joke to hit his head, just now, if he changed a watermelon, it would definitely be broken into slag, Meng Nancheng's head seems to be fine now, but I don't know if it's good inside, and internal bleeding is not something that can be shown all at once.

"It's really nothing, I'll just take a break, there aren't many scenes today, I'll go to the hospital after filming. Meng Nancheng touched his head a little absent-mindedly, the bag was indeed a bit big, but the skin was not broken, and it was okay at all.

Meng Nancheng is very confident in the hardness of his head, but others don't, Yan Wenmu insisted: "Anyway, you can't act like this today, just go to the hospital to see, at least you have to take a medicine to reduce the swelling quickly." ”

This is not wrong, with a swollen head, he really can't act, but Meng Nancheng still doesn't want to go to the hospital. Going to the hospital for such a small thing is inevitably a bit of a fuss, and for a public figure like him, going to the hospital is a troublesome thing, and if he is not careful, he will be photographed by the paparazzi, and then a bunch of news about his serious illness will come out, which is particularly annoying.

Su Tao knew what he was thinking when he saw Meng Nancheng's expression, Meng Nancheng had a strong personality, and he couldn't pull back ten cows for what he decided, if he didn't want to go to the hospital, he wouldn't agree to it if Su Tao said it. However, Su Tao also has a killer idea, he glanced at the assistant and motioned him to find Lan Xiu, this kind of thing, Lan Xiu can definitely solve it with a word. 166 Reading Network