Wen Wan and Yue Feng visited the old Chinese storyteller.

In this small city of Lake Baikal, it is rare to see the antique architecture of China. A small detached cottage enclosed by a fence, so you can see the situation in the courtyard lightly. There is a small vegetable garden planted by the house in front, and a small orchard behind the house, revealing the local customs everywhere.

When the two came in, the old man was lying in a rocking chair, although there was no sun in the depths of winter, and the air was very cold, but the old man didn't seem to realize it at all, and there was a cup of steaming tea on the small table next to him, and the old man was leisurely drinking and enjoying himself.

For their visit, the old man was not annoyed or disliked. After hearing about their intentions, the old man took a sip of hot tea and began to talk about the ancient times in the afternoon.

This afternoon was a novel experience for Wen Wan and Yue Feng, and the old man told a lot of stories that had not been circulated outside.

When leaving, both of them were in a trance, and different stories and different people had different experiences. It wasn't until the two of them returned to the café that they seemed to have walked out of such a long historical story.

The two looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Wen Wan broke the silence, "It's okay for me to invest, but I ask that I write the script." ”

"You write?" Yue Feng hesitated when he heard this.

"Hmm. Of course, you can disagree, and I can find other directors. Wen Wan knows that in this world, money can do a thing. In the afternoon, after listening to the old man talk about the ancients, she came up with the idea of filming a real legend of Su Wu.

Yue Feng smiled bitterly, "You say so, do I still have a choice?" It is my wish to shoot Su Wu, but it has not been taken seriously. Since we all have something in common, we can try to work together. The script was written by you, but I'm not a completely principled director either, and if your script doesn't satisfy me, I can only say I'm sorry. ”

"Good. "It doesn't matter if she is gentle, whether Yue Feng agrees or disagrees, her decision will not change.

"Well, I hope we have a good time working together. ”

After negotiating the follow-up, Yue Feng quickly left Lake Baikal and stayed gently. She often visited the old storyteller and collected many interesting stories and memories from him.

In the blink of an eye, the traditional Chinese New Year has arrived, but there is no atmosphere of the New Year in a foreign country at all. Wen Wan is an orphan, alone, and doesn't care about this kind of family reunion, to her surprise, Ling Ya is also an orphan.

Two orphans spend the New Year in a completely strange land, and they don't know whether to be happy or sad.

As soon as the Chinese New Year's Eve passed, the New Year's bell rang, but it was not heard at all in Baikal, but the gentle mobile phone reminded the arrival of the new year.

The first call to come in was Yu Xiao.

"You didn't think I'd call you, did you?" Yu Xiao's voice came from the phone, and it was extremely clear.

"I really didn't expect it. Wen Wan told the truth, she thought that it might be Cheng Mufeng, after all, this man is currently the most active suitor. Although Wen Wan was not moved, she was indeed moved.

"Knowing that you are busy, I will not delay your time, and I wish you a happy new year. ”

"Thank you. ”

Yu Xiao hung up the phone, and the second one to come in was Cheng Mufeng, "Wen Wan, Happy New Year." ”

"You're happy too. ”

"As soon as the bell rings in the early morning, I'll call you, but unfortunately it's still a step too slow. Cheng Mufeng's voice was full of chagrin.

"It doesn't matter if it's morning or night, the heart is the most important thing. ”

"Wen Wan, when are you coming back?"

The gentle voice seemed a little cold in the middle of the winter night, "Maybe soon, maybe not going back." ”

The third call turned out to be an unexpected person, Jing Chuyang.

"Wen Wan, Happy New Year. ”

"Happy New Year. ”

Jing Chuyang's voice looked very tired, and there was no New Year's lightness at all, "Wen Wan, I'm sorry." ”

"It doesn't matter. Wen Wan instantly understood what he meant.

There was silence on the phone for a while, and only the man's slight breathing came from the receiver, and he said after a long time, "I'm sorry, Wen Wan, if you need anything in the future, as long as I can do it, you must sue me." ”

"Thank you. Wen Wan didn't know what to say, so she could only answer like this.

He and she may have become friends once, but by mistake, they drifted apart.

The phone finally calmed down, Wen Wan looked out the window, because of the time difference, it was four o'clock in the morning, there was rarely anyone on the street, and there were only Wen Wan and Ling Ya in the coffee house that opened at twenty-four o'clock, plus two waiters.

The statue of Su Wu in the center of the square stood there silently, after an unknown amount of time of precipitation, his eyes were leveled into the distance, no sorrow or joy. Wen Wan wondered if he had been looking at his homeland for so long, where there was his home and his wife.

Does he know that his wife can't wait for his return?

Shortly after the New Year, Wen Wan was browsing Huaxia News when she accidentally found a piece of news that surprised her.

Wen Wan and Yue Feng visited the old Chinese storyteller.

In this small city of Lake Baikal, it is rare to see the antique architecture of China. A small detached cottage enclosed by a fence, so you can see the situation in the courtyard lightly. There is a small vegetable garden planted by the house in front, and a small orchard behind the house, revealing the local customs everywhere.

When the two came in, the old man was lying in a rocking chair, although there was no sun in the depths of winter, and the air was very cold, but the old man didn't seem to realize it at all, and there was a cup of steaming tea on the small table next to him, and the old man was leisurely drinking and enjoying himself.

For their visit, the old man was not annoyed or disliked. After hearing about their intentions, the old man took a sip of hot tea and began to talk about the ancient times in the afternoon.

This afternoon was a novel experience for Wen Wan and Yue Feng, and the old man told a lot of stories that had not been circulated outside.

When leaving, both of them were in a trance, and different stories and different people had different experiences. It wasn't until the two of them returned to the café that they seemed to have walked out of such a long historical story.

The two looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Wen Wan broke the silence, "It's okay for me to invest, but I ask that I write the script." ”

"You write?" Yue Feng hesitated when he heard this.

"Hmm. Of course, you can disagree, and I can find other directors. Wen Wan knows that in this world, money can do a thing. In the afternoon, after listening to the old man talk about the ancients, she came up with the idea of filming a real legend of Su Wu.

Yue Feng smiled bitterly, "You say so, do I still have a choice?" It is my wish to shoot Su Wu, but it has not been taken seriously. Since we all have something in common, we can try to work together. The script was written by you, but I'm not a completely principled director either, and if your script doesn't satisfy me, I can only say I'm sorry. ”

"Good. "It doesn't matter if she is gentle, whether Yue Feng agrees or disagrees, her decision will not change.

"Well, I hope we have a good time working together. ”

After negotiating the follow-up, Yue Feng quickly left Lake Baikal and stayed gently. She often visited the old storyteller and collected many interesting stories and memories from him.

In the blink of an eye, the traditional Chinese New Year has arrived, but there is no atmosphere of the New Year in a foreign country at all. Wen Wan is an orphan, alone, and doesn't care about this kind of family reunion, to her surprise, Ling Ya is also an orphan.

Two orphans spend the New Year in a completely strange land, and they don't know whether to be happy or sad.

As soon as the Chinese New Year's Eve passed, the New Year's bell rang, but it was not heard at all in Baikal, but the gentle mobile phone reminded the arrival of the new year.

The first call to come in was Yu Xiao.

"You didn't think I'd call you, did you?" Yu Xiao's voice came from the phone, and it was extremely clear.

"I really didn't expect it. Wen Wan told the truth, she thought that it might be Cheng Mufeng, after all, this man is currently the most active suitor. Although Wen Wan was not moved, she was indeed moved.

"Knowing that you are busy, I will not delay your time, and I wish you a happy new year. ”

"Thank you. ”

Yu Xiao hung up the phone, and the second one to come in was Cheng Mufeng, "Wen Wan, Happy New Year." ”

"You're happy too. ”

"As soon as the bell rings in the early morning, I'll call you, but unfortunately it's still a step too slow. Cheng Mufeng's voice was full of chagrin.

"It doesn't matter if it's morning or night, the heart is the most important thing. ”

"Wen Wan, when are you coming back?"

The gentle voice seemed a little cold in the middle of the winter night, "Maybe soon, maybe not going back." ”

The third call turned out to be an unexpected person, Jing Chuyang.

"Wen Wan, Happy New Year. ”

"Happy New Year. ”

Jing Chuyang's voice looked very tired, and there was no New Year's lightness at all, "Wen Wan, I'm sorry." ”

"It doesn't matter. Wen Wan instantly understood what he meant.

There was silence on the phone for a while, and only the man's slight breathing came from the receiver, and he said after a long time, "I'm sorry, Wen Wan, if you need anything in the future, as long as I can do it, you must sue me." ”

"Thank you. Wen Wan didn't know what to say, so she could only answer like this.

He and she may have become friends once, but by mistake, they drifted apart.

The phone finally calmed down, Wen Wan looked out the window, because of the time difference, it was four o'clock in the morning, there was rarely anyone on the street, and there were only Wen Wan and Ling Ya in the coffee house that opened at twenty-four o'clock, plus two waiters.

The statue of Su Wu in the center of the square stood there silently, after an unknown amount of time of precipitation, his eyes were leveled into the distance, no sorrow or joy. Wen Wan wondered if he had been looking at his homeland for so long, where there was his home and his wife.

Does he know that his wife can't wait for his return?

Shortly after the New Year, Wen Wan was browsing Huaxia News when she accidentally found a piece of news that surprised her.

The author has something to say: I'm really sorry everyone, today Nuo is not in a good state, and only so many updates have been made.

The remaining half of the chapter will be completed tomorrow morning.

I beg your pardon!