Qian Yaya took the good things, thanked the students of her aunt who had been with her all day behind the scenes today, and jumped into the door.

Qian Yihui heard the sound of the door opening, and the footsteps that were about to go to the study turned around, and walked towards the entrance with a cup.

"I'm back!"

Qian Yaya was kicking the shoes on her feet and lowered her head to change her shoes, and was startled by the sudden voice behind her, "Auntie, you can't walk silently!" ”

"I'm sorry." Qian Yihui patted her niece on the back, turned her head and saw the extra things on the entrance cabinet.

"What is this?"

"I made my own ink strips." When she was in the studio, Qian Yaya saw that Jiang Lingxi bought a few small boxes for ink sticks, and she learned from them.

Since it's a gift, it has to be wrapped more formally.

"Give it to my aunt, aren't you running out of ink strips for practicing calligraphy, these are just going to be continued. It's the first time I've done it, and maybe it's not very good. ”

Qian Yicheng looked at the small box handed to her, and her heart couldn't help but warm.

Putting down the cup, he reached out and rubbed his niece's head, "Okay, our maid has really grown up, and we all know filial piety to my aunt!" ”

She took the box, "It's okay if you don't do it well," she opened it and saw that there were still some white ink strips in the light, and paused, "It's always the heart." ”

She didn't plan to use the preparation to collect some of it, but now that she sees the real thing, she should collect it all.

"What is this?" Seeing that there was still a rolled-up piece of rice paper on the cabinet, she reached out to get it, "What did you do on the show?" You can take it home yourself! ”

"Wait!" Qian Yaya's heart suddenly became alarmed, and she wanted to take away the rice paper first without thinking about it, but she was still one step too slow.

Qian Yicheng glared at her with disgust, and complained while opening the rice paper: "I haven't seen any of your works since I was a child, and I haven't laughed at you when you painted swans as ducks, what's so embarrassing." ”

Qian Yaya didn't dare to reach out to grab it, the rice paper was thinner than ordinary paper, and she was afraid that she would accidentally tear it.

I could only watch as the rice paper was opened.

"Huh? It's not a painting, it's a word, this word ......" The rice paper was only half opened, and the handwriting on it was just revealed, and Qian Yihui recognized at a glance that it was not a word written by her niece, "It's really not good!" ”

Qian Yaya: "......"

She knew it!

My aunt is usually a good talker, but when it comes to her profession, she is as sharp as she is.

It's not uncommon to say that you cry about your students.

The paper was all unfolded, "What is this written, fresh clothes and angry horses, live up to the time, give money to Yaya, Jinghuai?" Is that the star you like? This is what he wrote? Don't tell me this is Yuan Zhaoti! ”

Qian Yihui's face became serious, and it was rare to call her niece's name by name and surname, "Qian Yaya, you are insulting my profession!" ”

Qian Yaya wiped the sweat that came out of her head, and explained weakly: "He actually told me in advance that Yuan Zhao's physical training is not very good, I didn't expect him to say that he didn't practice very well, it was really not very good, I thought he was modest." ”

It wasn't until she wrote it that she was almost dumbfounded on the spot when she saw it.

She has seen most of her aunt's students, and the level of calligraphy goes without saying. Although she herself does not focus on Yuan Zhaoti, the main reason is that her pen power is not yet up, and in her aunt's words, she is not qualified to practice Yuan Zhao Emperor, but she still has the ability to appreciate it after all these years.

Jing Huai wrote this word, she really can't say with a conscience that this is Yuan Zhaoti!

But this is written by myself begging for an idol, so I can't dislike it in front of the camera.

Originally, I just wanted to take it back and hide it secretly, but I was seen by my aunt before I could act.

Qian Yicheng rolled up the rice paper, she didn't want to read it for a second, "Originally, I thought that one of your guests in this issue would be Yuan Zhaoti, and I planned to spend a day with you to go to the recording site to meet people." But if it's a fame seeker like your idol, forget it. ”

Qian Yaya opened her mouth, but she didn't dare to refute.

She knows how fanatical her aunt is about Yuan Zhaoti, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a super fan of Yuan Zhaodi.

The behavior of his own idol probably really touched his aunt's scales.

"Okay," Qian Yicheng hesitated for a while but still didn't throw the rice paper in her hand directly into the trash, "It's not too early, you have to continue recording tomorrow, hurry back to the house to wash and sleep." ”

"Yes, yes," Qian Yaya nodded hurriedly, "Auntie, don't be too busy, rest early." ”

"By the way, what's your process tomorrow?"

"I don't know yet, the director said that there will be a notice early tomorrow morning."

Back in the bedroom, Qian Yaya did not go to bed immediately after washing up and changing into pajamas, but walked to her desk.

Her desk was against the wall, and a large poster was pasted on the wall in front of her.

The idol on the poster is wearing an ancient costume, really like a handsome nobleman, she only entered the circle after seeing this poster and this character.

But now, somehow, the person on the poster in front of her seems to have become illusory, and the figure that once fascinated her is getting thinner and thinner in her mind!

*

The guests were woken up by the ringing of their mobile phones early in the morning.

Jiang Lingxi turned over and sat up after reading the freshly released news, and when he opened the door, he saw that Lu Zheng and Xu Lingan had already gotten up, and they were tiptoeing to pack their things.

After a while, Tong Yue swiped the card directly into the door with breakfast, and asked before the things were put down: "Did the program team send a message?" ”

Jiang Lingxi helped her put breakfast on the table, picked up her phone to unlock the screen, and handed it over.

"It's still ready to meet before eight o'clock, is it possible that today is still out on location? Who planned this issue of calligraphy and painting, the process is getting more and more tricky! After complaining, Tong Yue put down her phone, looked at the dress hanging in the living room, and didn't make up her own mind, "Which one are you going to wear?" ”

The gray one from yesterday had been put away, and Jiang Lingxi looked at the remaining two.

I don't know if it's the characteristics of the brand of Shan Yue Zhiheng, or if someone is this preference, the color of the three sets of dresses is fresh and elegant, and even the gray she wore yesterday is as light as the gray of the twilight clouds.

"Just the azure one."

This morning, when she opened the curtains, she saw that the sky outside was not as clear as yesterday, and the fog was a little heavy, and it might rain in the second half of the day.

On rainy days, there is always a bit of psychological stickiness, and she prefers to dress neatly, and this azure loose and simple top and bottom makes her feel more comfortable than another white heavy embroidered dress.

Xu Ling'an stood in front of the dress, and when he heard Jiang Lingxi say this, he took off the clothes and handed them over with a smile, "Azure color, are you waiting for the smoke and rain?" ”