Chapter 200 Seventeen-year-old bicycle

There is no sense of time to go shopping with good sisters, Lao Xu went out in the morning and didn't come back until the evening.

As soon as I entered the door, I made a noise: "Hurry up and change your clothes, the party is almost late." โ€

"You still know you're going to a party." Di Yun said angrily: "I don't answer the phone." โ€

Lao Xu hurriedly took out his mobile phone and looked at it, there were several missed calls on it, and said flatteringly: "I didn't hear it, okay, hurry up, it's really late if you delay any longer." โ€

The New Year's Day party of the film academy is held once a year, and Lao Xu was still a performer on stage a few years ago, and he has become an invited guest in just a few years.

You only need to brush your face to enter the hall, which is the only sense of accomplishment that Di Yun generates.

As soon as I entered the inside, I met the classmates of the 96-level acting class, and the big-eyed Zhao was also there. Once upon a time, the handsome classmate Huang liked to have big eyes and hide in the corner of the wall to look sad, and once upon a time, the classmate Chen and Zhao, who were very stylish, were a couple, and they tried their best to find some places with black lights on a date at night, but now it has only been less than two years, and the position of the three of them has become very interesting.

It is no longer the triangle of the past, but three irregular dots, without the lines that extend out and intersect.

"The cloud... Senior. Zhao Wei's original name was Brother Yun, but he suddenly saw the main person standing next to him, so he quickly changed his words for fear of misunderstanding, "Senior sister." โ€

Lao Xu smiled and nodded, but Di Yun was cheap: "Isn't Brother Yun called it well, what do you say?" Don't call it a senior sister, just call it sister-in-law. โ€

Classmate Zhao was very obedient, flashed his big eyes, and really shouted: "Brother Yun, sister-in-law." โ€

Lao Xu pinched his ribs underneath.

Zhao Wei happened to see it, laughed out loud, and asked, "You also came to see the party?" โ€

"It's okay to be idle, come and take a stroll." Di Yun said.

"Is there a seat, if not, there are a few students in our class who are not there, and there are vacant seats here."

"No need. Sit ahead. Di Yun pointed to the position ahead.

"Oh..."Zhao Wei understood, gave a thumbs up and said, "Awesome!" โ€

These are all younger students and younger students, when they entered the school, Di Yun and Lao Xu had not left the school this year, and they would always see each other in one college. So it's not strange, Di Yun and Lao Xu stayed here for a while. Lao Xu was chatting with the two little girls, and Di Yun chatted with Huang Xiaoming and Chen Kun, whom he knew.

Chen Kun has not changed much, he still doesn't talk much like when he first met, but his long hair is combed upside down. It looks even more attractive. Huang Xiaoming has changed a lot, he is much calmer, he has lost his previous liveliness and naivety, and the temperament of the sect leader has begun to develop slowly.

After sitting in the front row, Di Yun regretted that he was dressed too high-profile today. On the other side of Lao Xu is a bald jacket Lao, and on the other side of Di Yun is Grange Zhuang, this one is even less exquisite, the brown gown, coupled with the stubble on his face and the wrinkles on his forehead that can trap flies, definitely do not think of the coffee in the five generations and the current college professors.

Looking at both sides, the water is not exquisite. They sat in the middle of these people, completely ruining the style of painting.

Di Yun and Grange Zhuang can't talk about friendship, but they know each other, at least they have cooperated in a "Flat Dan Girl". While watching the performance, he still couldn't help but take the time to ask: "Mr. Tian, how is the movie now?" โ€

Grange Zhuang shook his head: "I was strangled to death just after birth." โ€

Di Yun was slightly cold behind him, it seemed that this person had a deep grudge against a certain game, so he didn't ask any more.

He didn't ask, but Tian Zhuangzhuang added self-deprecatingly: "Take the path of an independent filmmaker." โ€

This is a relatively high-end statement, but it is actually an underground movie. It's ironic indeed, and it took three clicks to meet it. In the end, I can't escape the dark road.

Di Yun smacked his mouth in a little pain, and mourned for Wang Xiaoshuai for three seconds.

The appearance is responsible, the lighting effect is good, and the stage layout is good. The party is getting better and better every year, but strangely there are fewer and fewer directors and companies who pick people from the New Year's Day party.

After the party, it was ten o'clock when the two returned home.

Lao Xu changed his shoes and sat on the sofa, patted his side and motioned for him to sit down, and then leaned on him softly as if his bones were crispy and said, "The party is getting more and more boring." โ€

"How can it feel the same when I watched the party now as I did when I watched it at school." Di Yun smiled. He pointed to the sofa on the other side of her and said, "Give me the remote control." โ€

"Are you still watching TV now? Let's take a shower, take a shower and rest early, I'm tired today. โ€

"You go wash first, I'll watch TV for a while." Di Yun said.

"I rarely saw you watching TV before, what's wrong today?"

"Good, give me the remote control, take a shower."

Lao Xu gave him the remote control, stood up, walked two steps, and then turned around and asked, "You really don't plan to wash with me?" โ€

"I'll wash it later."

"Shh Lao Xu waved his hand and walked into the bathroom.

Di Yun turned on the TV and tuned to the Beijing station. He received a phone call in the afternoon, he didn't know his age, he didn't know his job, and his gender was female. only said one sentence, that is, let him watch the TV series at 10 o'clock in the evening on Beijing TV.

At that time, I inexplicably put this matter behind me for a short while, and now I suddenly remembered.

What is being broadcast on Beijing TV is a TV series about spy warfare during the Republic of China.

When the image of himself in a ** party uniform appeared on the screen, he understood what was going on. When Dasha and Wang Lun first came to the capital, he accompanied the two of them to the film and television city once, and almost had a conflict with the inexplicable director of Yilao Shizi, and finally was forced to make a cameo appearance in a TV series, which is this one.

Glancing at his vulture's vicious face on the screen, he shook his head with a smile and turned off the TV and walked towards the bathroom.

The door opened with a toothpick, and the fog inside was thick, and the old Xu Miaoman's body loomed.

"Do you want to rub your back?"

"Ahh Lao Xu was startled, and subconsciously cried out with his arms folded on his chest, and was relieved to see that it was him, gritted his teeth and slapped him on the ground, "I was almost scared to death!" As he spoke, he threw the shampoo to him and said, "I've got the hair over to you." โ€

Di Yun wiped the shampoo on his hand, and said while rubbing her hair: "What are you afraid of at home?" โ€

"People are scared to death." Lao Xu said and reacted, "Hey? No, I remember locking the door just now, how did you get in? โ€

"Heh... You must have a bad memory. Di Yun said.

Lao Xu thought about it and still didn't think clearly whether it was a reverse lock, so he didn't bother with this problem anymore, handed him the gauze towel tied into a flower shape and said, "Wipe some shower gel on your back." โ€

After taking a bath and lying on the bed, Di Yun suddenly became a little interested and said, "You didn't go to the inner part of the city beauty called today. Did you go to the clothing store, and what good things did you buy? โ€

"Made-to-order."

"Wear it out and take a look." Di Yun said.

"Tomorrow, I'm too tired tonight. Don't think crookedly, sleep! Lao Xu straightened his arms, rested his head on them, closed his eyes and said.

Di Yun silently recited the Ice Heart Recipe ten times, suppressed his anger, and didn't know when he fell asleep.

On the first morning of 99 years, I was woken up by the annoying ringtone of my mobile phone, and I retracted my arm, feeling that my daughter-in-law was still in my arms, and I didn't even want to open my eyes, and touched the mobile phone that was calling next to the bed.

"Who?"

"Heh, the anger is so big, haven't woken up yet?"

Di Yun opened his eyes and looked at the name displayed on it, Wang Xiaoshuai. I think this person can't talk, I just said two sentences at the New Year's Day party last night, and the phone call came today.

Trying to clear his mind, he said, "Brother Wang, what's the matter?" โ€

"I have a new book here, you can come and take a look." Wang Xiaoshuai said.

"Okay, where are you, I'll look for you later." Di Yun asked.

"Haha, you better wake up first, I'm still running outside at this time, you wake up and give me a call, I'll determine the place."

If he said this, Di Yun was not in a hurry, and then went to sleep, and only got up at noon, made lunch to feed his daughter-in-law, and then called and asked for the address and drove out.

In the teahouse, Wang Xiaoshuai turned his back to the door, and didn't see Di Yun come in, the woman opposite him who was looking down at things seemed to feel something, raised his head, and saw Di Yun slightly stunned.

is still an acquaintance, Gao Yuanyuan, who has had a few encounters and said a few words.

"Okay." Di Yun said hello.

"Hello." Gao Yuanyuan smiled and nodded.

Wang Xiaoshuai turned his head and inhaled as soon as he saw Di Yun's appearance, as if he had a toothache, and said with a tangled face: "You look like this? โ€

"What does it look like?" Di Yun said and stood on the glass in front of the door and looked at it, he hadn't shaved for three days, he was a little sloppy, and he didn't take care of his messy hair, he definitely looked thirty years old. Rubbing the stubble on her chin, she smiled, "I haven't repaired it for a few days." โ€

Lao Wang's character in this book is a seventeen-year-old boy, and he originally thought that Di Yun could put on makeup and be tender, but as soon as he came in, he was the image of a seventeen-year-old boy and his father, which instantly knocked half of his confidence down.

Lao Wang smashed his mouth twice, but in the end he didn't say anything, pointed to the notebook and said, "You take a look first." โ€

The name is "Seventeen-Year-Old Bicycle", Di Yun knew why Lao Wang's faith was shattered just now when he saw this name, and raised his eyes: "Seventeen years old? โ€

"Seventeen." Lao Wang pursed his lips and said.

Di Yun stopped talking and began to read the content.

Gao Yuanyuan still can't be called Da Yuanmei at this time, at most she is Xiao Yuanmei, Xiao Yuanmei? How strange it feels, let's call it by its name. She was a little curious about Di Yun, the first time the two met on the train, because they were bored, they chatted a few words, I thought it was the situation of Pingshui meeting and then not seeing in the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect that there would be a second and third meeting, and what I didn't expect was that this person suddenly became a shadow. The emperor has become a storage zร i who needs to be raised and looked up to.

So although she was also reading the script at this moment, she couldn't help but glance to the side distractedly, and then the same, and then again.

Seeing the adrenaline rush of the old man next to him, his face was light, and he picked up the teacup and squinted to observe carefully.

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