Yu Dongqing drove, thinking about what happened to Wang Dongsheng just now.

It's a bit much to say today.

To be honest, he admires Wang Dongsheng's talent very much, and hopes that he can be the Jia Zhangke of this time and space, not Lou Ye or Zhang Yuan.

After the film festival, Yu Dongqing resumed her leisurely life, running and watching chess in the morning, going to her buddies or drinking tea at home at noon, watching TV at night, video chatting with her daughter-in-law and daughter, and occasionally going to Houhai for a walk, and the little milk dog Doumiao followed him every step of the way.

Yu Dongqing felt that he was about to carry a birdcage.

Of course, he didn't forget to raise flowers and grass, but he was not good at this thing, but he raised several goldfish, all of which were fished from the old man's clay pot, and the precious magpie flower high-headed ball fish, which was stolen by the little milk cat bean bag and ate several, and now only a poor lone seedling remains.

Yu Dongqing didn't bother to care, if it was all gone, he would go to the market to buy some ordinary goldfish, anyway, he didn't pay attention to this thing.

It is estimated that the small bean buns are not particular about eating secretly.

Time flickered to the beginning of April, and Yu Dongqing was going to Hangzhou to find Yang Yixin's new tea this year, but this time he went with Zhang Yang.

has been contacted in advance, Yang Yixin smiled on the phone and said hurry up, this year's rain is less, the warm winter is long, and the quality of spring tea is better than in previous years.

Hearing Yu Dongqing's drooling, he didn't take the green train slowly, and directly booked a plane ticket to Hangzhou.

The night before leaving, Yu Dongqing chatted with Mingmei in a WeChat video about it.

Mingmei knew that he never forgot the Longjing of Hupao Spring in Hangzhou, and he hadn't been there for several years, so he naturally wouldn't say anything, but just told him to pay attention to safety on the road.

"Oh husband, I forgot to tell you, there is a big melon in the entertainment industry today!"

"What big melon?"

"Han Qingqing told me that the famous director Liu Shaohua asked an actress to go to his hotel room to read the script on the night after participating in the college student film festival, and the actress didn't come out until dawn, but was photographed by the squatting dog team and stabbed on the Internet! There was a lot of uproar, and I heard that Liu Shaohua's daughter-in-law was divorcing him. ”

"Hey, these things in the entertainment industry, what's so strange?" Yu Dongqing said with a smile.

"Do you know who that actress is? It's Cheng Cong, me, Han Qingqing, we used to be in the same dormitory in Chinese opera! ”

It's her?!

Yu Dongqing suddenly thought that at the ceremony party that night, Yu Dongqing saw Cheng Onion, and it seemed that Liu Shaohua was sitting next to him, but he didn't expect to go to the hotel to discuss the script in the end.

It's really dedicated.

"Hey, I heard that not only Liu Shaohua is disgraced, but Cheng Cong's life is not easy, and she is scolded on the Internet for seducing a married man, being a junior, and doing whatever it takes to become famous."

"Actually, I think Cheng Scallion has to have a figure, a face, and his acting skills are not bad, why do you want to take this path?" Mingmei finally sighed and said.

"Don't go through the suffering of others, don't persuade others to be kind, there are some things we don't know the inside story, the best way is not to talk about it." Yu Dongqing said.

"Well, I know, I'm just saying it in front of you, I won't talk nonsense, after all, Cheng Cong is still my roommate."

The next morning, Yu Dongqing first drove the little milk dog and the little milk cat, including the only remaining goldfish in the clay tank, to his father-in-law's house in Houhai, and then returned to Nanluoguxiang, carrying his suitcase and taking the subway to Daxing Airport.

Zhang Yang had already arrived, and the two boarded a direct flight to Hangzhou, and the plane was about to arrive in Hangzhou more than two hours later.

Both of them were in business class, and through the window they saw that it was raining outside in the spring rain, and it was smoky and rainy.

"Sure enough, it's Jiangnan."

Zhang Yang, who was sitting by the window, couldn't help but sigh, and chanted an ancient poem:

"Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red,

Shuicun Mountain Guo Wine Flag Wind. ”

Yu Dongqing smiled when he heard this: "I said Zhang Yang, did you come to Hangzhou to taste tea or drink?" ”

"Tea tasting, of course! But you can also taste good wine, I heard that Hangzhou's local drunken Shih Tzu is good, and Shaoxing's daughter is red"

Oh, my God.

Yu Dongqing can already imagine how drunk Zhang Yang has been in the past few days.

When I walked out of the station and came to the departure hall, I found a large group of young men and women, holding selfie sticks and various peripheral supporters.

It looks like fans of a certain celebrity came to pick them up.

Yu Dongqing, of course, they don't think that they are here to pick them up, anyway, they never do this.

So I consciously walked to the side and took a detour, but I didn't expect to be discovered by sharp-eyed fans, and a girl screamed.

"Huh? Green Mangs! Brother-in-law! ”

Wow.

Immediately a large circle came up.

"Brother-in-law, are you also here to participate in the West Lake Music Festival?" A girl asked.

West Lake Music Festival?

Yu Dongqing felt inexplicable.

After fans explained that Hangzhou was holding the annual West Lake Music Festival, they were fans of the queen Wang Jing, who came to pick up the airport, but they saw Yu Dongqing before they received their idols.

This is a great god, even Wang Jing calls people teachers.

But Yu Dongqing's answer disappointed them a little.

"Sorry, we're on a private tour and don't go to the festival."

Although there was some disappointment, everyone was relieved, anyway, Yu Dongqing's Qingmangshu band was low-key and everyone recognized.

The year before last, I went to Yinchuan to participate in the Helan Mountain Music Festival, and it never sounded again.

After a few fans who liked Qingmang's shoes took photos and signed autographs, Yu Dongqing and Zhang Yang left in a hurry.

At this time, a young couple hurriedly walked in from outside the departure hall and beckoned to the two of them with a smile.

"Uncle Yu, Uncle Zhang!"

Yang Yixin's daughter Yang Mei and his husband came to pick up the airport.

The year before last, Yu Dongqing came to Hangzhou to drink tea, in addition to meeting the boss Yang Yixin in the Cunpu Village Tea House, he also saw his daughter Yang Mei.

The next day, at the invitation of Yangmei, he also went to the tea room opened by Yangmei in the center of HZ city, for which Yu Dongqing wrote a song about tea.

It turned out that Xu Song's "It's Better to Eat Tea" in that time and space also sent a piece of copywriting.

Later, according to the girl in WeChat, her tearoom business became popular all of a sudden, but Yu Dongqing had not been to Hangzhou in the past two years due to various things.

The four of them got into the car out of the waiting hall, and Yang Mei suddenly said:

"Uncle Yu, Uncle Zhang, let's go to my tearoom and sit down first, anyway, it's not far from here in the city."

Scold?

Yu Dongqing and Zhang Yang glanced at each other.

According to the arrangement on the phone, Yang Yixin asked his daughter and son-in-law to pick them up at the airport, and then drove them directly to the tea house by Hupao Spring, but he didn't expect to be cut off by his daughter!

"Okay, it's up to you." Yu Dongqing smiled.

"Okay." The girl said happily, got on the airport expressway and went straight to the city.

Yangmei's tea room is called Jiangnan Tea Affair, in the middle of Qingchun Road, where there are many banks and financial companies. Yu Dongqing and the others came to the tea room on the second floor and found that there was not much change from the first time, but there was a billboard at the door with a few big words written on it: It's better to eat tea.

Light ink landscape, leisurely.

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