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"Honestly, with a vision... In a way, the character of Yu Ge is a bit too immoral..."

The black behemoth slowly drove out of the small courtyard, with a rare solemn expression, Shao Qing communicated with Weng Huaijing, who was sitting with his head bowed in the back seat, through the rearview mirror in the car while driving.

"Immorality? Sister Qing, in fact, you are not wrong... After all..."

Raising his head calmly, Weng Huai said awe-inspiringly: "One of our most common virtues is to be submissive to our own misfortunes..."

"From García Márquez, "Love in the Time of Cholera", I guessed correctly... So his metaphor this time is saying..."

Rubbing the leather steering wheel proudly, Shao Qing, a young man of true literature and art, smiled charmingly and presumptuously, and she opened her mouth with the golden sentence that came from the source: "An honest way of life is actually to act according to the wishes of your body, eat when you are hungry, and don't lie when you love." ”

"If it's a millimeter, it's a thousand miles..."

To Shao Qing's surprise, Professor Weng, who was alone in the back row, was beautiful, calm and leisurely, and even his sitting posture was still elegant, and his eyes were frank and open through the rearview mirror in the car.

"It's impossible... In the script... Scene 119, the main position of the medium shot is fixed, double shot: he is so close to her that he can even hear her every breath and smell the fragrance emanating from her..."

Shao Qing, who has an excellent memory, maintained a slow speed, and she babbled to herself like Xianglin's sister-in-law: "Yan Qingzang's tail is showing his head, doesn't he want to say the second half of the sentence in "Love in the Time of Cholera": In the rest of his life, he relied on this fragrant fragrance to identify her. ”

"Over-reading..."

The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and Weng Huaijing bluntly imitated someone to change the topic: "Pepe, all the books were given to her?" ”

Trembling and hiding in the co-pilot's seat, Zhou Peipei, who didn't know why the two sisters were fighting, reacted quite quickly: "It's all given to Sister Meow, including the book "Theory of Evolution" you gave Sister Jing'er." ”

"Haha~ It's not enough to laugh many times, Xiao Meow wants to systematically learn the undergraduate course of brokerage management before she asks Pepe to borrow books... It's not like I'm saying, someone else wants to give this kind of book to a rival in love... That hatred must be full..."

After the puzzle failed, Shao Qing was not entangled, and after complaining about Weng Huai in the regular way, she began to squeeze the car onto the North Second Ring Road at a sudden speed.

"Love is not just a game of reason and emotion, it will also give people the motivation to sublimate themselves and evolve into a better version of themselves, may you also be treated gently by the world."

With her heart swaying, Weng Huai looked out the window, her eyes were full of her twenty-one years old six years ago.

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"Brother Qing'er come over for dinner directly, I'll arrange everything properly... Luo Xuyang, Zhang Rui, your teacher Qian's family, the two husbands and wives are here at one o'clock in the afternoon..."

The performance of the old mobile phone is still stable, and the voice of Qian Dejun, vice president of the Imperial Capital Human Arts, sounds thick and powerful in the earpiece.

"Teacher Qian..."

Yan Qingzheng, who was still fluttering all over his body, was about to say a few words of thanks first, and then slowly draw it, but Qian Dejun on the other end of the phone grabbed the white: "Yes, Xiao Fei said that I haven't seen you for a long time, and I called her over... I didn't even arrive, yo, tell me to pick garlic... That's it, see you later! ”

"Toot, toot, toot..."

"Little Fei, is he or her?"

Standing at the door of the small courtyard of the office building with the mobile phone that was hung up, Yan Qing, who had just watched Weng Huai leave with affection, felt like falling from heaven to hell in an instant, and he was stunned for a while:

"Isn't it, wait a minute, don't you give you a chance to tempt? The key is that I don't know where you live, Mr. Qian..."

"Brother Qing'er, come back early, Lao Zhang and I will go home first~"

Miao Miao was stacked with a pile of books and materials at her feet, she looked at Yan Qing with concern, and read in a soft and glutinous voice: "You... A thousand in cash... Is it enough? ”

Flipping through the book, Zhang Yameng imitated the doll's voice and interjected: "Brother Qing'er, the boy is alone outside, you must pay attention to the safety duck~"

The two of them had already ordered the car, Miao Miao once again took on the role of production coordinator of the crew, and in the afternoon she explained to Yan Qing that she could not accompany Qian Dejun's house together, and Meow coordinated and Lao Zhang to go back to the studio early to catch up with work.

Because of the hurried birth of the script of "Moonlight", many paper work such as the specific shooting management plan, the scene list of the whole play, the scene statistics, and the personnel statistics list have not been completed.

"That's enough, don't worry."

Replying to Miao Miao as if nothing had happened, Yan Qing secretly complained in his heart: "I'm too difficult... How do you speak?"

He hesitated, and the car Miao Miao called had already arrived.

After moving the materials and books into the trunk, Yan Qing held up his mobile phone, and he stiffened his head and planned to ask Miao Miao, who was already sitting in the car, for help: "Little Meow..."

The angel-like Zhang Yameng saved him: "This will be the time when the first wave of staggered off-peak work in the imperial capital, Brother Qing may have to wait for a long time to take a taxi... It's better to..."

"Also, Brother Qing can only call to call for a taxi, or I'll come."

Glancing at the driver, Miao Miao took out her mobile phone under Yan Qing's slightly eager gaze.

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"Yo, isn't Jie Yan Qing, why do you go to the unit at this point, No. 12 Xiaopige Hutong, isn't Jie the back door of the Imperial Capital Theater."

Yan Qing could tell from his accent that the chauffeur called by Miao Miao was a native of Tianjin, especially capable of racial talent, and he replied with a smile: "Hey, it's a holiday now, don't you know, master... Is my unit moving to California? ”

"Then how can I not know, but the administrative department of your human art is still working at No. 22 Wangfujing Street for the time being..."

The driver of the special car handed a bottle of mineral water to Yan Qing in the back row, and he replied with a smile.

Yan Qing, who didn't know which building Qian Dejun's house was in, said: "You are really a door..."

The chauffeur grinned: "Of course, I'm a little but you're an old ticket friend, hey, I can't watch a show during this time, but I can't make him uncomfortable." ”

Yan Qing was a little disappointed, but he didn't give up, and asked tentatively: "Then guess what, where did I go if I didn't go to the unit?" ”

"That's it? Doesn't it say it at your address... No. 12 Little Pigeon Alley..."

Starting the car, the master glanced at the mobile phone, and he opened his mouth to come: "You are not going to Renyi, then you are naturally going to the Xiaojuge Hutong Community, the welfare housing community of Renyi back then." ”

Yan Qing's heart was full of joy, and he touted: "Your surname is Di, follow your name Renjie." ”

The driver shook his head and replied: "Don't mind, let's avoid your surname Yang." ”

Eight kilometers, it took half an hour to drive, and Yan Qing chatted with this Master Yang all the way.

After getting out of the car, Yan Qing hit the north gate and entered the community, looking at the several six-story buildings with orange and red exterior walls in front of him, he thought about it and walked into a convenience store in the community quickly.

"Mr. Qian, I'm thinking about bringing some fruit and milk, and I bought a little more carelessly, can you see if you can... Yes, on the north gate of the community, this Lianhua Express... Sister... Good Ratcha. ”

Yan Qing held his mobile phone in his head, took the clerk's change and stuffed it into his sweatshirt pocket, he was happy and at a loss.

Fortunately, the community really didn't find it wrong; Dazedly, Qian Dejun said on the phone that your junior sister had rushed downstairs.

"It's really dangerous to go out... Junior sister, the junior sister of Huaguo Drama Academy? The little fei that Mr. Qian said on the phone before should be the fee of the surname."

"Brother Qing!"

didn't leave Yan Qing much time to speculate, and soon a girl wearing a fluttering skirt of a modified Hanfu and a Song Dynasty lady's tasseled bun greeted him with a smile.

"Is this an everyday costume or is it just out of the play? What should I call the cheap junior sister who suddenly appeared, I'm too difficult..."

Bending down to take all the big bags into his arms, he tentatively replied in a non-thick tone: "Senior Sister Fei, long time no see." ”

"I used to rehearse in the North Theater to ask people to make love to the little goldfish, but as soon as I graduated, I changed my mind to the younger sister of the fish... I haven't seen it for half a year, and I have replaced it with a faint sentence Senior Sister Fei..."

The Hanfu girl's eyes were sparkling, and she complained in a quiet tone that Yan Qing called her salty and light: "If this is two years later, I Fei Jingyu will marry Niu Han... Brother Qing, don't you want to..."

"It seems to be a simple brother-sister relationship, but why do I love to give people nicknames so much."

Yan Qing smiled and continued: "Please also ask Mrs. Niu to lead the way..."