After wearing it back, I have no feeling for Lao Gong

Minglian looked over there, and there was nothing unusual in what he saw.

They were all people he didn't know, and the Xu family was not present in that area.

"Cousin, what are you looking at? If you're so engrossed, could it be possible to find someone more handsome than me?" Xu Zian yelled at Ming Lian twice before bringing him back to his senses.

Ming Lian smiled and said no, Fu Liang looked over there, his slender eyes swept over, and he didn't see anyone special there.

"I may not be free tomorrow. I have a script to be handed in recently. I have to rush to work." Minglian politely refused.

"Then another day, another day brother will take you to play around." Fu Liang said.

Minglian nodded, but did not ask Fuliang for a specific time.

Xu Zian looked at Minglian, then at Fuliang, and instantly understood something.

Ming Lian smiled at Fu Liang, who sighed regretfully.

The adult world doesn't need to be so clear, it's reserved as far as it goes, and it's a convention to leave a certain space for the other party.

Fuliang felt so sorry, his first sense for Minglian was very good.

Even if he recognized him halfway, Minglian didn't have the slightest flinch from Xiaojiazi. He had a hunch that this was a good companion.

But unfortunately, the other party didn't take a fancy to him.

Minglian was taken away.

Not only did Xu Zian have a brother to introduce to Ming Lian, but his eldest cousin Xu Feiyue, who was ordered by his grandfather, also dragged people around to brush his face.

The younger generation took out their mobile phones and added Minglian’s WeChat.

After walking around for several times, everyone knew that the Xu family regarded the newly found nephew as a baby lump, and Minglian also had a large number of contacts in his mobile phone.

That birthday party lasted until 10:30 in the evening, and finally both the host and the guest dispersed appropriately.

"It seems that our family hasn't held such a big banquet for a long time." Xu Xiaoshan stretched her waist, and suddenly remembered something when she was halfway through the stretch, "By the way, cousin, many people brought gifts to you today. They are all placed in the west room, you can go and have a look.”

For a wealthy family of this level, it is not easy to give gifts.

Many of them are priceless treasures in the market. There is no certain way to go outside, and you can't buy them even if you want to.

Xu Xiaoshan likes to open boxes, whether it is express boxes or high-end gift boxes, she likes to open them all.

Now he can't wait to encourage Minglian to go over.

"Uh, why are there so many?" When the room was lit up, Xu Xiaoshan looked at the room full of gifts in surprise.

Although a lot of people did come tonight, usually a family prepares one, but this looks...

I'm sorry!

If you look carefully, there are many gift boxes in this room that are obviously the same, of the same style.

"Is it popular to give gifts of the same style these days?" Ming Lian also felt very strange.

But at this time the servants were resting, and there was no one to ask.

Minglian took a gift box of the same style, about three palms long, and slowly opened it.

Opening the box, Minglian found a rose carved from sapphire inside.The roses in full bloom are carved extremely meticulously, and each petal is lifelike, gorgeous and delicate.

Minglian's eyes narrowed slightly, he put down the box, and picked up an identical box next to it.

Box opens.

This time it was a sapphire brooch.

"Is this a set?" Xu Xiaoshan stood beside Minglian.

Later, Minglian opened several gift boxes, and without exception, those similar gift boxes contained sapphires.

Or a rose, or a brooch, or a watch.

Nothing is ugly, and nothing is cheap.

"Who gave this?" Xu Xiaoshan held her chin thoughtfully.

Minglian pulled out the small note under the watch:

happy Birthday

Ming could recognize the familiar handwriting even in ashes.

Minglian put the note back, and said in an unclear tone, "Probably a fool."

Xu Xiaoshan was full of question marks.

The birthday party ended perfectly, and Ming Lian stayed at Xu's family in Northern Province for two months.

Two months later, under the unprecedented popularity of "Secret of the Imperial Tomb", Ming Lian once again joined the team with the script.

Three years later.

Question: In the past few years, which newcomer screenwriter in the entertainment industry has the highest gold content, and all the answers are unified:

明连

This young screenwriter started with a popular TV series "Secret of the Imperial Tomb", and "Blessing of the Wind" which was released later won him multiple awards in one fell swoop.

Among them is the Best Screenplay Award.

Ming Lian, who won the award, did not stop, writing scripts one after another.

A fellow screenwriter ate lemons, thinking sourly how could he have such good luck, and every drama became popular.

And in fact-

Minglian did it.

The ratings of each TV series are extremely high, and the box office of each movie is calculated in billions, and the first movie is full of seats.

What is even more shocking is that this young screenwriter is good at a lot of themes, from ancient house fighting, to detective suspense, to science fiction future, he can easily control it.

"Smiling Face Hidden Knife"

"The Letter of the Dead"

"The Last Survivor"

Career is like going up the stairs, going up step by step.

After Minglian's star-like photo was released, countless faces came here.

It turns out that this famous screenwriter has hair!Not only has hair, but also so young and so handsome!

"Brother Minglian, I still have your roses today." Lian Yun walked in with a large bouquet of roses.

Ever since Minglian established his own studio, Lian Yun has been here completely as an assistant.

Those who are well-informed know that the young master of Baiquan Music Media works here, and if you want to get in touch with Baiquan, you must come here to find someone.

Ever since, next year's job is to receive gifts and invitations every now and then.

A lot of gifts were sent, but everyone knew that if they sent roses, they must be for Minglian.

When Lian Yun came in with flowers, other people in the studio paid attention.

"Ms. Ming received flowers again? They have been there for seven consecutive days, and they are roses again. It seems that they are sent by the same person."

"You are a newcomer, you don't know, what is seven days in a row? I have been receiving flowers every day since I joined the job, but the person who sent the flowers is very mysterious, and I don't know who it is."

Lian Yun entered Minglian's office with flowers in his arms, "Brother Minglian, your flowers are here again."

Minglian has read a lot of scripts and books in the past few years, and accidentally developed mild myopia. Now he has to wear a pair of rimless glasses when looking at the computer, which makes him look a little more refined and elegant.

"Put it wherever you want." Minglian's eyes were still on the computer screen in front of him.

"That's good." Lian Yun curled his mouth, so he went out with flowers in his arms again.

A few minutes later, Minglian took off his glasses, pressed the bridge of his nose, and was about to go to the fitness room to relax, when the phone rang.

The phone call said, "Ming Lian, I have two tickets for the musical. Are you free tonight? I want to invite you to watch the musical."

The person on the other end of the phone pronounced it strangely, and he was not from Huaguo.

"Gerald, have you returned to China early?" Ming Lian leaned back on the wide chair.

"Of course, I like the culture of Huaguo, and I also like the people of Huaguo."

Minglian didn't answer the question.

After a pause for a second, Gerald over there turned back to the topic, "Minglian, I have invited you so many times, you can always promise me this time, right?"

Ming Lian raised his head slightly on the soft chair, moving his tired cervical spine, "How many musicals?"

The other side was obviously stunned for a moment, and then the tone was high, "Are you agreeing to me?"

"A famous photographer invited me to a concert, of course I have to accept." Minglian said.

"Hey, you Huaguo people are really...really dishonest." The other side seemed to be scratching their heads before saying this sentence.

After chatting for a while and confirming the time and place of the concert, the two hung up the call.

Minglian put the phone back on the table, his eyes slipped from the phone, and walked to the table.

On the table was a bird carved out of sapphire. The bird's eyes were inlaid with black onyx. They were as black as grapes, exuding a sense of cleverness, but the movement of tilting the head added a bit of stupidity.

Time flows slowly like sand.As the sky gradually faded and night fell, Minglian took the car keys and went out.

His studio is near the ivory tower, which is actually just across the street and belongs to the business district.

When Minglian drove the car out, he saw a familiar black Maybach.

Not only is the vehicle familiar, but the license plate is also familiar.

Minglian paused, and continued to turn the steering wheel to the left as if nothing had happened.

Qingchen Music Center, underground parking lot.

Minglian parked the car and went to the elevator at the venue.

In order to warn vehicles in the underground parking lot, large convex mirrors are installed at the corners.

When walking past a convex mirror, Ming Lian saw behind him a familiar Maybach backing into the garage.

Minglian pinched the bridge of his nose, whether to continue walking.

Take the elevator to the first floor.

When Minglian arrived in the lobby, Gerald was already there.

Most people who are engaged in art have better aesthetic ability. Their clothing style is eye-catching, and they are as bright as lighting in the crowd.

Today, the big photographer is wearing a wine red suit with a high-end diamond brooch and cuffs.

"Minglian, long time no see, do you mind if I give you a warm and loving hug?" Gerald smiled and spread his hands.

Minglian said with a smile: "I don't want love, I can accept friendship."

Gerald sighed a long time, and Ming Lian patted him on the shoulder, "How is it? The Brazilian beauty you told me about last time, how are you two developing?"

Gerrard has a look of regret on his face. "He's good, he's funny, we had a good time. But not so much, he's more photogenic than a lot of people, but I think... ..."

He looked into Minglian's eyes, and said very seriously, "He can't compare to you, you definitely look better than him on camera."

"Gerald, you can't look at everything from your professional perspective. Falling in love is different from working." Ming Lian was amused by the turning point behind him.

However, Gerrard himself insisted on this, "No, no, no, aesthetics, life, and love are inseparable. I can't bear that my future partner can't bring me inspiration."

Minglian stopped arguing with him, because he had been told in the past three years that there would be no results.

As a photographer, Gerald often cooperates with artists from the ivory tower. Every time he flies to China, the other party will come to him.

Minglian didn't plan to have a deep friendship with this person at the beginning, the cultural differences between China and the West were understandable, but he couldn't bear Gerald's enthusiasm if he put it on himself.

But it turns out that time really can change a lot of things.

When he treated this famous photographer as a familiar and ordinary friend, everything became much more comfortable.

"Ming Lian, you have a successful career now, have you really never thought about solving your personal problems?" Gerald asked.