As a Guanzhong person, he felt uncomfortable not eating noodles for three days, and Di Yun didn't want to eat the noodles he bought from the supermarket, so he bought a case board, a rolling pin and a bag of flour, and planned to make it himself.

Lao Xu is playing with the computer in the study, not to mention there are not many interesting things on the Internet now, the Internet speed is still slow like a snail, after playing two cards and minesweeping, he feels bored, turns off the computer, and prepares to go to the kitchen to see how Di Yun rolls noodles.

As soon as I left the study, one of the two mobile phones thrown on the sofa in the living room rang.

The two mobile phone models are exactly the same in color, and the only thing that can be distinguished is that one is more maintained as if it had just been bought, and the other has been worn out to the point of color. What is ringing at this time is the one that is a little old, not to mention Di Yun's mobile phone ringing.

Lao Xu picked up the phone and looked at it, it was a string of long numbers, and shouted towards the kitchen: "Your phone is ringing." ”

Di Yun was making noodles, his hands were full of flour, and said, "You take it." ”

"Oh." Lao Xu answered, connected the mobile phone, "Hey, hello." ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and a female voice said, "Sorry, I made a mistake." He hung up.

Lao Xu looked at the phone and was stunned for a moment, shook his head and put the phone down, didn't take it to heart, walked into the kitchen door, leaned on the door frame and watched Di Yun knead a ball of noodles into various shapes.

"Who called?" Di Yun took out the smooth and elastic dough kneaded in the basin and put it on the cutting board, looked back and asked with a smile.

"I don't know, it's a woman, I said it was a mistake." Old Xu Dao.

"Oh." Di Yun didn't think much about it, pressed the dough into a cake shape, picked up the rolling pin and began to roll it.

"Do you Chang'an people make noodles by yourself?" As soon as Lao Xu said a word, the phone rang again, and he turned around and returned to the edge of the sofa, it was still Di Yun's mobile phone, and it was still the same number just now.

This time, she didn't connect, but took the phone into the kitchen and handed it to Di Yun: "You pick it up." ”

Di Yun stopped and rubbed the flour on his hands. Took the phone and connected it. Lao Xu leaned his head against his head expressionlessly, and his ears were also attached to his mobile phone.

"Hey, hello." Di Yun said.

"Diyun?"

Hearing that it was still that female voice, Lao Xu knew that it was not a mistake at all just now. This woman had come to find Di Yun, and her fingers pinched a little flesh under his ribs and twisted it.

Di Yun took a breath, held her hand and said, "Well, yes, you are...?" ”

"I'm Elichuan. Remember? ”

"Elichuan, the poet of the lower body?" Di Yun immediately remembered the woman who smoked like a man in driving school.

"Huh... So to speak. ”

"Shhhh Hehe... Didn't you go to France to study? Calling now...?"

"I've watched a few of your movies here in France, but I didn't expect you to be very popular here."

Di Yun was a little inexplicable: "Popular? ”

"Well, I've watched your movie "The Hole", and the response has been good, and I watched the DV versions of "Xiao Wu" and "Fengyue", and they are all very good."

"Hehe... Hehe... Thank you. ”

"I watched your movie last night, and I was touched and inspired and wrote a poem, you listen." Elichuan said.

Lao Xu's eyes widened. He glanced at him with a magical look on his face and put his ear to his phone again.

Di Yun's expression is also very exciting, and they all say that the poets are half crazy, their thoughts cannot be guessed, and their actions cannot be measured according to the standards of ordinary people. glanced at Lao Xu, and saw Lao Xu snorting at him, before he said, "Eh... You read it. ”

"Ahem... The magazine cover is smiling with flowers and greens, and the beauties are wrapped tightly in their asses. / As long as they and they are willing, why does this anger some other women and send out the **** slogan that women don't want to be commodities. / What's the difference between praising a woman's ass and praising a woman's long hair? / Answer: qualitative difference. / Ass is ****. Long hair is romantic. / The ass is a commodity, and long hair is love. /Wait a minute. Wait a minute. ”

"How? I've seen your movie just written. Elichuan asked after reading the poem.

The muscles on Di Yun's face moved, is this poetry? Is it because you don't read much or because you have a low level of appreciation? I can't understand it! After a little silence, two words came out of his mouth: "Not bad." ”

Lao Xu pursed his lips and made a disdainful expression. Continue listening to your phone.

Di Yun asked, "That... How did you get it from my film... Well... Got the inspiration for this poem? ”

He felt that the poem ...... Let's call it poetry for the time being, it has nothing to do with the movies I made at all, and I'm curious about what her brain circuits are.

"Mainly from the movie 'The Hole' when the woman fantasizes about herself dancing and wiggling her ass." There is no psychological barrier to what Yi Lichuan said, as if he was not facing a man, but a woman who had a good relationship with her best friend Cheng Dù, and the word "ass" was said easily.

Di Yun thought for a moment. I still don't associate that image with the poem. The poet's inspiration was too ethereal for a mortal like him to understand, and he smiled self-deprecatingly: "You called just to read a poem?" ”

"Well, now I'm done, bye-bye." After saying that, he simply hung up the phone.

The call came strangely, and it hung up decisively.

Di Yun put down the phone and was still a little stunned, until Lao Xu twisted his ribs again.

In fact, when that woman was reading poetry, Lao Xu knew that his boyfriend would not have anything to do with that woman, because he was not the kind of person who could study or poetry with others. But knowing that I know, I still have to put it on the table, so I held back a smile, deliberately straightened my face, and sat on the sofa with my hands crossed.

"Even the poet hooked up?"

Di Yun smiled bitterly: "What kind of hookup is this?" ”

"Heh... Did someone take the initiative to send it to the door? ”

Di Yun rolled his eyes: "It's a person I met when I was learning to drive, and I guess it's not even a friend, how can there be all the messy things you said." ”

"Qubble, keep quibbling! It's full of 'ass', '****', so Chiguoguo's seduction poems have come out and say it's okay? ”

The poem is written in a way... Well... vulgar, but Di Yun doesn't think that people are seducing themselves, maybe there is a deep meaning hidden under the easy-to-understand words, but he doesn't understand it, when he studied poetry in middle school, didn't each poem contain such and such a meaning. You can't read the words on the noodles.

Di Yun waved his hand and walked into the kitchen: "You think about it slowly, I'll cook." ”

Lao Xu was not angry at all, stood up and followed him into the kitchen, and asked curiously, "What do you mean by the lower body poet you just said?" ”

"I don't understand what that means. I saw that he published a book that introduced it like this, but I didn't understand it. ”

"Then why did she write a poem and read it to you?"

"You ask me? I wonder too! Di Yun said.

"Cut!"

Lao Xu pursed his lips and stopped dwelling on this matter, and asked, "Do you want to help?" ”

"You wash a potato and cut it into small cubes, and then cut some meat."

Roll out the dough into large slices three or four millimeters thick and then cut it into strips three or four millimeters wide with a knife. After the pot is poured with a meat whistle mixed with potatoes and diced meat, it becomes a meat whistle dry noodles.

Di Yun ate half a pot, and Lao Xu also ate a big bowl, both of which were a little supportive.

"I ate too much at night, and I still eat noodles, and I will definitely grow meat tomorrow." Lao Xu stroked his stomach and sighed.

"Hehe... If you grow meat, you will grow meat, and it is better to be fat. ”

Lao Xu glanced at him and said, "I'm afraid that you will dislike it when you get fat!" ”

"How so? I like the fat ones, they feel good. Di Yun put his hand on her stomach and moved his fingers and smiled.

"Shhhh Saying this, who knows what is going on in my heart, maybe I'll be fat. Immediately go find a fox spirit with a thin waist and a peugeot. ”

Di Yun didn't answer, and his fingers slowly climbed up.

Lao Xu held his strange hand and said, "You can take a taxi to the airport tomorrow, I won't send you, I will take Xiaoyu over to meet Sister Xia and Zhengdasheng, and see if Xiaoyu can play A Tao." ”

"Hmm." Di Yun snorted, and his mouth was blocked.

"Don't, just ate and didn't brush your teeth!"

"What are you brushing, the taste in our mouths is the same, no one should dislike anyone."

"Hmm..." Lao Xu gently hammered his hand on his back twice and it turned into a circle.

……… (A few hundred uh-hum words are omitted here.) A few hundred more ahs are omitted, and there is the occasional inhalation and a last-minute yes. It should be enough to make a poem by a poet in the lower body. ）

The next day, the two went out together, Di Yun, who was wilting, went to the airport with a bag, and the radiant Lao Xu drove to the Chinese opera to pick up Xiaoyu.

After Di Xiaoyu got into the car, he saw Lao Xu simply tie his hair back. There was a mysterious aura all over his body, and he laughed and said, "Sister-in-law, you are so beautiful today." ”

"Really?" The corners of Lao Xu's mouth curled up and chuckled.

"Uh-huh. It's like a freshly moistened flower, shining brightly. ”

Lao Xu didn't know what he thought. put a faint layer of rouge on his face, which made it even more beautiful, and said angrily: "The little girl's family, what nonsense." ”

Di Xiaoyu leaned back on the seat, covered his mouth and laughed, his eyes crooked, like a little fox who had just eaten an old hen.

Lao Xu shook his head with a smile, handed her a notebook and said: "This is the script, you can take a look at it first, I want you to play Ah Tao in it, and I will meet the director later, see if it is suitable." ”

Still in Xia Meiling's company, after seeing Xiaoyu, Zhengdasheng's eyes lit up first, and then frowned slightly, but in the end, he didn't say anything, but let the painting put on makeup.

He is satisfied with Di Xiaoyu's appearance, but the disadvantage is the figure, not because the figure is not good enough, but because the figure is too good, too tall, almost 1.7 meters, which does not match the little girl in the mountain village he imagined.

After Xiaoyu put on makeup, the regret in Zhengdasheng's eyes was even stronger, it would be too suitable if he could be a little shorter, but it was a pity that he was too tall.

He shook his head to indicate that it was not appropriate.

Lao Xu asked, "Mr. Zheng, can you tell me why?" ”

"Tall." Lao Xu didn't ask Zhengda Sage what he was going to say.

Lao Xu turned around and looked Di Xiaoyu up and down, before she only felt that Xiaoyu was very suitable for Ah Tao's image, but ignored the problem of height, at this time, she was indeed a little tall.

When Di Xiaoyu heard this, he separated his legs, which were standing straight together, by a distance of the soles of his feet, and he didn't see his legs bent, and he was magically much shorter. In fact, when filming "No One is Missing", Lao Mouzi said the same problem, and she relied on this method to meet the requirements.

Lao Xu's eyes widened suddenly, he had seen this kind of ability in Di Yun, but he didn't expect his sister to do the same.

Zhengdasheng's eyes also lit up, and he got up from his chair and asked, "How long can you maintain this state?" ”

"Two or three hours is fine, but the walking posture is a bit of a problem." Di Xiaoyu said.

"Take two steps and I'll see." Zhengda Holy Path.

Di Xiaoyu walked a few steps, lost her graceful appearance in her normal state, and looked a little awkward, as if she was walking on her toes and then on her heels.

Zheng Dasheng was overjoyed, Ah Tao is a girl in a mountain village, if she walks Tingting, it is not suitable, he shook his head just now because Di Xiaoyu's walking posture is too good-looking, and this is more suitable.

He clapped his hands and said, "It's her." (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit wènhttp://mnet

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