After the episode of "Burning the Red Lotus Temple", Hu Die's award-winning film "Fisherman's Song" at the Moscow Film Festival began to be played on the screen, and Hu Die slowly walked backstage, sent away several staff members who followed him, and walked into the dressing room backstage.

After all, stage makeup and life makeup are different, Hu Die sat down and began to remove the heavy makeup on her face, she removed the golden hairpin on her head, and wiped off the red makeup on her face with gauze paper, and with a flick of her bare hands, a more natural face appeared in the mirror, suddenly, Hu Die's moving hand stopped, and in the mirror, a man's smiling face appeared!

Hu Die blinked vigorously, thinking that it was a hallucination caused by a multi-day journey, but obviously not, because the smiling man behind him had already made a sound:

"Ms. Hu Die, please don't be nervous, I have no ill will towards you."

An authentic Nanjing official dialect came, the voice was soothing and natural, and it seemed to have a soothing power, Hu Die stopped his initial surprise, looked back at the personable young man in front of him, and said:

"Who are you? How did you get in? ”

"I'm Chinese, and I came to Ms. Hu Die today to ask you something," the man replied with a smile, "As for my true identity, it doesn't matter." ”

"What do you want me to do?" Hu Die looked at Geng Chaozhong curiously, as if he was not afraid of this uninvited guest.

"Help me send a letter back to Nanjing," Geng Chaozhong took out a letter from the pocket of his suit and put it on the dressing table, "to a gentleman surnamed Dai at the Huatong Hotel in Gulou Lane, Nanjing." ”

"There are a lot of people out there, why are you looking for me?" Hu Die became more and more curious about the identity of the mysterious person in front of him.

"Because I can't trust people." Geng Chao looked at Hu Die's naturally charming eyes loyally, this kind of innocence contained in the charm is enough to make any man sink into it.

"Yes, when I get to Shanghai, I will send someone to send it over." Hu Die glanced at the envelope.

"No, you have to send it over in person, and nominate Mr. Dai to pick it up himself." Geng Chaozhong said.

"Why is that?" Hu Die naturally stretched his body, "What's the difference between me sending it and others sending it." ”

"Because no one believes in the recipient, but only you." Geng Chaozhong said.

"Does he know me?" Hu Die became more and more curious.

"Yes, you'll know when you meet." A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Geng Chaozhong's mouth.

"Oh," Hu Die blinked, "Can I read this letter?" ”

This was an impudent request, but Geng Chaozhong didn't feel abrupt, he smiled and shook his head: "It's best not to look, this will cause you trouble." But I can assure you that what you are doing will definitely help our country. ”

"Oh? So, are you a lone overseas knight? Or rather, the righteous? Hu Die looked at Geng Chaozhong with a smile.

"You can think so," Geng Chaozhong smiled, "Okay, I have to go, Ms. Hu Die, please take me to say hello to Mr. Dai and tell him: the wildfire burns inexhaustibly, and the spring breeze blows and grows again." ”

After speaking, Geng Chaozhong jumped and jumped from the window facing the street in the dressing room.

Hu Die stood up and looked out of the window - a figure fell lightly to the ground and disappeared into the depths of the street corner in an instant.

..........

With light steps, Geng Chaozhong quickly returned to his apartment on La Boetie Street, a single apartment of only a dozen square meters, which is most suitable for homeless bachelors.

However, when Geng Chaozhong walked to the door, he suddenly stopped.

The dusty dirt line at the door seemed to be a little messy.

"Has anyone been here?"

Geng Chaozhong whispered in his heart, looked at the dilapidated old copper lock, and after thinking about it, he still took out the key and opened the door.

"Where have you been?" A voice came from the darkness.

"Swallows?" Geng Chaozhong asked tentatively.

"It's me," a lazy figure on the bed sat up, and the beautiful lines were revealed, "I'm so tired, you won't mind if you sleep in your bed?" ”

"No, no one would mind if there was a beautiful lady on the bed all of a sudden." Geng Chaozhong smiled and turned on the electric light, under the light, Yanzi's slender fingers were covering her mouth and yawning, she was wearing a tight corseted dress, outlining the already slender waist more slender, and the originally small upper body also seemed a little undulating. There was also a large black burqa next to the bed, which she must have covered when she came.

"What, my job is already on the lookout?" Geng Chaozhong sat on the chair next to the bed and looked into Yanzi's eyes.

"Well, Le Figaro." The swallow patted her beak gently.

"Le Figaro?" Geng Chaozhong was a little dazed.

Le Figaro is one of the largest newspapers in France, and in just two days, Swallow has found an errand for himself there, which is really supernatural!

"The deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Fillow, needs an assistant, and I recommend you." Swallow replied lightly.

"But I don't know a word in French, all I want is a job as a journalist that gives me time to polish my manuscripts and learn the language, or, if I dictate, I can find a gunman to write for me." Geng Chaozhong blurted out.

"It's that you didn't make it clear," Yanzi looked at Geng Chaozhong's eyes seriously, "I thought you were a genius." ”

"Even if you are a genius, you can't be proficient in a language in a few months!" Geng Chaozhong was helpless.

"A Marx mentor can." Swallow retorted.

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm not Marx." Geng Chaozhong couldn't smile bitterly.

Yes, Marx could have learned a language on a ship, but how could that kind of person be compared to himself?

"Whatever you want, I've already found the job for you anyway," Swallow picked up the burqa and draped it over her body, "I'm sorry, please get out of the way." ”

The bachelor apartment is so cramped that with a chair next to the bed, there is no room to come and go.......

"Okay," Geng Chaozhong struggled to stand up and make way for Yanzi, "but my problem hasn't been solved yet." ”

"Whatever you want." The swallow's slender body swept in front of Geng Chaozhong, and the fluttering hair made Geng Chaozhong's nose a little itchy, and he covered his mouth to stop the urge to sneeze.

"Yanzi," Geng Chaozhong called out to the girl who was about to walk out the door, "in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I suggest that you find me another suitable job." ”

"I don't have that much time," Swallow turned, "I'm leaving Paris for Berlin to-morrow, and if you don't want to go to Le Figaro, you can wait for me to come back." ”

"When are you coming back?" Geng Chaozhong asked.

"Maybe soon, maybe never back."

There was a click, and the door was shut.