Looking at the words on the paper, Ji Mingzhen nodded with satisfaction.

The penmanship is elegant and vivid.

Being able to write so well at such a young age is indeed something to be proud of.

"It's so well written, and the emotions are integrated into the strokes, which invisibly makes the literate connoisseur understand that the writer is a person with a story. ”

"That's all there is to the reincarnation of the Book Saint, isn't it?"

"Alas, Mom, Ji Mingzhe, you are so good for Mao, if I were a girl, I would definitely fall in love with you. ”

Ji Mingzhe was complacent here, but he didn't know that the door of the concealment had been pushed open, and a person with a wonderful look was watching Ji Mingzhe boast here.

When Ji Mingzhen came back to his senses and looked at the door, he looked at the visitor in surprise: "Yo, classmate Xiao Zhou." ”

Xiao Zhou grinned, shook his head and said, "Counselor Ji, I've been thinking about what this narcissist thinks about every day, and when I see you, I understand." ”

"This narcissism is really a disease. ”

"Governed. ”

As early as in Seoul, Xiao Zhou informed Ji Mingzhe that as a staff member of the live broadcast TV station, she would also be responsible for participating in the broadcast of this singing club.

She also saw her unknown side.

Ji Mingzhe thinks so, but it seems that others don't think so, if you talk about how narcissism is shown on your face, who can compare to Counselor Ji.

Putting down the brush, Ji Mingzhen picked up a warm wet towel and wiped his hands, and then said with a smile: "Xiao Zhou, I have to write on stage in front of so many people at night, isn't it normal to cheer myself up at this time." ”

"Really?"

"Of course. ”

Approaching the table, Xiao Zhou glanced at the two lines of words, blinked his eyes, and then nodded and said, "It's really well written." ”

Ji Mingzhen smiled happily.

"Who are you giving this picture to, Girls' Generation?" Xiao Zhou raised his head and asked.

Ji Mingzhen asked strangely: "Why do you say that, what does it matter to them that I write." ”

Xiao Zhou pointed to the room and said, "This is the waiting room of Girls' Generation." ”

After hearing Xiao Zhou's explanation, Ji Mingzhe reacted, looked around, there were girls' makeup boxes, bags and a few coats, Ji Mingzhe, who understood it, patted his head, thinking that the staff here are really irresponsible, didn't he say that it was better to find a room where no one was?

Yes, it's really nobody, yes, nobody.

Or did you do something wrong with the co-author?

Ji Mingzhe obviously wanted to argue against his behavior, so he said: "I just asked the staff to help me find an empty room to practice calligraphy, don't think too much." ”

Xiao Zhou laughed: "I didn't think too much, Counselor Ji, you are in such a hurry to explain what you are doing." ”

"Where I have an explanation, I'm just stating the facts. ”

"And what about this painting?"

"What should I do, what does it matter to me. After speaking, Ji Mingzhen picked up his coat and said to Xiao Zhou, "I'll leave first if it's okay, there are a lot of things going on today." ”

Xiao Zhou looked at the back of Ji Mingzhe leaving in a hurry, and after thinking about it, he suddenly laughed evilly, took out his mobile phone and opened the translation app, and left a sentence on the rice paper one by one according to the Korean translated above.

Ji Mingzhe book

After writing, Xiao Zhou clapped his hands and smiled: "Dear Counselor Ji, whether you can win glory for the country in the future depends on yourself, as a compatriot, I can only help here." ”

After saying that, he also trotted away from the scene of the crime.

The calligraphy and painting were placed in this way, and no one touched it.

First of all, Ji Mingzhe is sure that he is not a person who likes to be in the limelight, and secondly, he doesn't think that his job needs to be so grandiose, but work is work, and he can't do it if he doesn't want to.

So many times Ji Mingzhen is thinking about whether to do it, in fact, there is no need to do things that he doesn't want to do, the world is so big, there is a place where he can eat and wait for death.

But whenever this kind of thought came to mind, Ji Mingzhen felt very unwilling.

The main thing is that nothing has been accomplished, and this feeling is too bad.

Ji Mingzhe sat in the audience under the stage, watching the artists who had finished the rehearsal retreat to the backstage one after another, only to find that it was time to eat.

The staff of the venue gathered around and waited for takeout, and the clouds in the sky were very white and blue, like marshmallows.

Someone on stage is still putting the finishing touches on making sure the lights and sound are working properly at night.

In fact, the attention of this kind of singer club is not high, and the things that spend so much money every year are still more official to put it bluntly.

Officials are naturally not like the people, they don't care about the income of this kind of small concert, and the real situation is true, most of the tickets are given out for internal digestion.

The venue was open-air, and it was empty as far as the eye could see, only Ji Mingzhen was sitting there.

A few officials came from the entrance in the distance, and the middle-aged man in the middle walked towards this side, the middle-aged man had a good temperament, and his demeanor was good, and he naturally had a momentum.

This is a natural aura that has been in a high position all year round, and there is no other reason.

The Director Zhang bowed slightly, greeted him with a flattering smile, and then whispered, "Mr. Lei Yunqi." ”

"I'm here to meet a little friend. The middle-aged man smiled and shook Director Zhang's hand, and then said, "Director Zhang will go and get busy first, don't worry about me, I'll leave immediately." ”

Director Zhang nodded, and left with his men without saying anything.

The man glanced behind him, and the subordinates who followed him retreated one after another, and the whole field was empty.

Ji Mingzhen watched the man walk towards him, and stood up.

The middle-aged man took the lead in sitting down, waved his hand, and then said to Ji Mingzhe: "What are you doing stupidly, I haven't seen you for several years when I sit down, it's rare to come back, and I have to come to you." ”

So Ji Mingzhen sat down and said with a smile: "I'll just stay for two days, and I will have to go back to Seoul as soon as the song club is over." ”

"In such a hurry?" the middle-aged man frowned.

Ji Mingzhen shrugged his shoulders: "It's almost like this at work." ”

The middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile: "It's good that you can think like this, and you are willing to do things in a down-to-earth manner, it seems that the past six months have really helped a lot." ”

"yes, it's nice to be idle all day and think about things you didn't think about before. Ji Mingzhen nodded.

The middle-aged man smiled, looked at some tidbits being broadcast on the huge screen on the stage, and suddenly said, "The old man went down to Jiangnan and will come back in a week, do you want to go and see it?"

Ji Mingzhen didn't think much about it, and said: "I can't change the time of returning to the embassy without authorization, this is discipline." ”

The middle-aged man seemed to have known Ji Mingzhe's answer for a long time, and after sighing slightly, he said: "The family has great expectations for you, and you probably know the situation, it is a good thing to sharpen it more when you are young, and it will get better later." ”

Ji Mingzhen nodded again and was silent.

The middle-aged man deeply forgot about him, thinking about what kind of thing it was because of what kind of thing he remembered that he remembered that genius who didn't care about the height of the sky and the thickness of the sky into such a warm and warm person now.

Then he remembered what the old man had said when Ji Mingzhen left home many years ago.

When he returns, he will naturally understand what the world is sinister.

Looking at Ji Mingzhe's appearance at this moment, no matter how true or false it is, the middle-aged man believed that the old man's words were verified again as he had been in countless years in the past.

"Is it hard there?" the man asked.

Ji Mingzhen shook his head and said with a smile: "It's not Africa, it's good to eat and sleep hard, I've gained a little weight." ”

"Then it's good money is not enough, it's not enough, don't treat yourself badly if I let people give you a little food and clothing, you are a diplomat now, not to say that it is expensive to dress and look good, but it must be decent. ”

"It's enough, I still haven't worn two of the clothes you gave me last time I came back. ”

The middle-aged man nodded, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it, and said with a cigarette: "You are still young, don't take your mind too seriously, this age is originally a time to suffer losses and gain experience, it is normal to fall on your heels, but you can't be angry with your family, you have to go back." ”

"Returned, no one. Ji Mingzhen said.

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, the two fingers holding the cigarette were still steady, and then he shook his head with a wry smile.

After a pause, Ji Mingzhen continued: "I'm not angry with anyone, I just think that since I can't mix it up when I come out, it's a little embarrassing to go back." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man laughed: "Why, you have to be an ambassador before you are willing to go home, so you have to wait for more than ten years?"

"It probably won't take that long. Ji Mingzhen said with a smile.

"You stinky boy, you still talk so lightly and heavily. The middle-aged man took a puff of cigarette, was silent for a while, and then suddenly said, "You won't stay in Seoul for too long, stay up for a few years and find a reason to transfer you back, your world is here, not outside." ”

"No, I can't. Ji Mingzhen refused.

"What?"

"No, I can't. Ji Mingzhen said again, "I don't plan to come back yet." ”

The middle-aged man looked at Ji Mingzhe and said, "I don't have to listen to your reasons, even if your reasons can convince me, what's the use, it's the family that makes the final decision." ”

Ji Mingzhe has only one home.

That family has a patriarch, and that patriarch represents the will of that family.

Seeing that Ji Mingzhen stopped talking, the middle-aged man continued to bow his head and smoke, and then said: "You have been smart since you were a child, and you are a genius who has high hopes for you, and it turns out that you have also learned well and done well, but we will not tell you what you should ask for, but what you will give you, you will take it." ”

"What the family can give you is the best, and no one will harm you, Xiao Zhe. ”

"Everybody expects you to live up to expectations. ”

"Don't be overwhelmed. ”

Ji Mingzhen smiled, looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "The old man asked you to come?"

The middle-aged man did not deny it and did not admit it.

"Before leaving, I asked him if I could go on the road you arranged for me. Ji Mingzhen tilted his head and said, "Then the old man threw me a word, saying that the road is not working, you won't choose another one for yourself?"

"I chose it when I was in London, but it didn't work out. ”

"I'm going to pick one more time in Seoul. ”

As he spoke, Ji Mingzhen looked at the middle-aged man and said, "It may take a few years, but I can wait." ”

The middle-aged man stood up, left a cigarette butt, patted Ji Mingzhe's shoulder, and said lightly: "I still have something to do, so I'll leave first, you can do it yourself, call me if you have difficulties, I also have friends in Seoul." ”

Ji Mingzhen nodded and watched the middle-aged man leave.

After a long time, he let out a turbid breath and got up to leave.

The concert is about to start.