apples more than anything

After Song Yong drank the tea in the teapot, the atmosphere remained unchanged.

He was sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed over his chest, staring seriously at the empty teacup on the coffee table in a daze, occasionally raising his head, which made Raichu's heart tremble.

As an actor, Raichu has experienced countless embarrassing scenes on the stage, whether it is "Romeo, why are you Romeo" or "I was pregnant with your child 20 years ago", she has personally performed countless Second-rate.

There used to be many teachers and seniors who, while praising Leiqiu's acting skills and savvy, would also sincerely praise her thick skin.

So Leiqiu thinks that she will never be afraid of embarrassment. For example, before she entered the door just now, she used a joke to ease the atmosphere: "Your father's ability to recognize people is a bit strong!"

This is true.

Song Pingguo also felt the same way, just by watching Shan Siyan in "The Old Man Still Singing", she could recognize the dusty Lei Qiu just now with a towel wrapped around his waist as if he had just been released from a mental hospital. Above is an achievement.

To be precise, it can't be regarded as being released from a mental hospital, but it is actually more like escaping from a mental hospital.

"Uncle, look, I just came back from the set." Lei Qiu accompanied him with a smile, pointing to his embarrassed appearance, "I'll go clean up first."

Song Yong nodded in agreement.Although he still stared at Leiqiu who was walking towards the bedroom with an embarrassed smile for a long time, until her figure disappeared from his vision, he slowly turned his head and asked her with an indescribable expression: "Is she really Is it the one who played Shan Siyan?"

Song Pingguo is still trying to reverse Song Yong's impression of Leiqiu: "Dad, to be honest, you listen to my explanation, she just came back from filming, it's all because of the plot..."

"I understand." Song Yong tapped the coffee table with his fingers, "I just feel that the difference from Shan Siyan is too big, which makes people a little unbearable."

Song Pingguo bit the bullet and asked a question she had held back for a long time: "Don't you like watching TV dramas, especially costume dramas?"

"Oh, I skipped and watched, just looking at it casually."

"Can you make such a deep impression on Shan Siyan just by looking at it?" Song Pingguo glanced towards the bedroom, "Dad, it's just like Leiqiu just now, if I didn't know in advance that she was going to film a movie and she would get covered all over her body." Hui, I might not even recognize her as Raichu."

"...Why don't you girl know how to save some face?" Song Yong frowned depressedly, "Your father is not allowed to cultivate some hobbies for himself?"

"Well, you cultivate, you cultivate..."

While speaking, Raichu came out of the bedroom.

Leiqiu felt that this embarrassing situation was really not suitable for taking a slow bath. She just changed the dirty clothes on her body, washed her hands, and wiped her face with a wet towel to make herself look a little normal. One o'clock, and then smiled silly, and sat down next to Song Pingguo in the living room again.

When taking Song Pingguo back to his hometown to meet Lei Xiaotian and Qiu Yichen, Lei Qiu also asked Song Pingguo curiously: "What kind of people are your parents?"

The answer she got at that time was: "My mother is easy to get along with, and my father has a slightly weird temper."

"How weird?"

"Uh...my dad didn't object at all when my grandparents said they wanted to name me this."

"I understand."

Facing Song Yong, who was said to have a strange temper, Lei Qiu sat upright in the posture of a primary school student waiting for the class teacher to start a class meeting, with his hands on his knees, and he remained motionless.

"Don't be nervous." Song Yong waved his hand and took out a small notebook and a pen from his pocket. Leiqiu had the illusion that he was about to start interrogating the prisoner, "So, you are what my Pingguo told me That Raichu? Her current girlfriend?"

The current use of these two words made Leiqiu feel a little uncomfortable, but just as she turned her gaze, she saw Song Pingguo say "behave well" with her eyes, and quickly answered seriously: "Yes, it's me."

Song Yong wrote it down in his notebook.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"do not mind."

Lei Qiu was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe. Is there anything memorable about what she said just now?Or is Sung Yong remembering something else?Like how she looked when she walked in the door?

When Leiqiu's mind was in a mess, Song Yong asked the next question: "Occupation?"

"Actor." Raichu replied quickly.

"The average monthly income?"

"Uh... I didn't calculate the average..."

"Do you have any specific life plans?"

Raichu felt himself breaking out in a cold sweat.She scratched her head, trying hard to extract something that could be called a life plan from her past 20 years of life, but Song Yong obviously saw the answer from her embarrassed expression.

Song Yong gave her a meaningful look, put away his notebook and pen, and nodded at Song Pingguo: "Then I'll go back first."

As he said that, he stood up and walked towards the door. Song Pingguo hurried to catch up with him and asked, "Dad? How's it going?"

"You let me think about it again."

After sending Song Yong away, Leiqiu let out a long breath, leaned against the door weakly, and looked down at Song Pingguo: "I finally know why you were so rude when I suddenly said that I would take you back to my hometown to meet my parents." nervous."

"Yeah, I thought all the parents in the world were like my father." Song Pingguo spread her hands, "To tell you the truth, before I went, I calculated my average monthly income and wrote a plan for the future. life plan."

"You actually know how to write a life plan?"

"Uh, my dad often asks me to write according to his format." Song Pingguo thought of Song Yong's attitude just now, and quickly explained to Leiqiu, "Don't get me wrong, my dad said that thinking about it doesn't mean that you are not doing well. , he is just like this..."

"Oh, I know." Raichu picked up the remote control nonchalantly and changed the conversation between the two to a slightly quieter background sound, "Even I know that I can't expect every parent in the world to be as free and easy as mine , as far as my appearance and interview performance today, it’s pretty good that your dad is still willing to think about it.”

After a few seconds of pause, she dug out a pen and paper from the coffee table drawer, raised her head and asked Song Pingguo, "Little Apple, can you share with me how your family's life plan is written?"

"The first one, property." Song Pingguo pointed to the top horizontal line, "Then write down the property status, and estimate what level it will be in two years."

Lei Qiu stared at Song Pingguo sympathetically: "What kind of life did you live as a child?"

It's no wonder that Song Pingguo developed a rebellious mentality. When she was in college, without telling her parents, she just applied for a stage supervision major.

"Anyway, I still have money. It's always easy to do things with money." Lei Qiu wrote a serial number one on the paper, and added the word "property" at the end, "Look, if Boss Gong is not Because of the money, can you just walk around the mulberry branches all day without doing anything?"

"You're theorizing that this is discrimination against the hard-working rich second generation." Song Pingguo grabbed the pillow and hugged it in her arms, "But do you really know how much money you have?"

"I haven't calculated the details, but... Anyway, it's not enough to buy a house." Leiqiu shrugged, "After all, I have always been poor, and I have just entered a well-off life recently."

No matter which profession or circle, there is a law, that is, the income is distributed in an olive shape. After all, there are only a few who make a lot of money, and there are also a few who are too poor to get rid of the pot. Most of them can make ends meet. There will never be a circle where as long as you enter this circle, you will definitely make a lot of money.

If there was such a thing, it is estimated that these circles have long been written in the criminal law.

So an actor like Lei Qiu who was judged by Song Pingguo as an Internet celebrity really doesn't have "big money".

And to be precise, it hasn't been long since she stepped into the threshold of internet celebrity.In the past, Lei Qiu was in the drama school, and his parents sent him a fixed living allowance every month. Not to mention saving money, Lei Qiu had a vaguely stronger appetite when he was adolescence than now. Don’t even have money for meals at the end of the month. Fortunately.

Later, when I joined the repertory theater company, because it was not like living in a dormitory when I was in school, Leiqiu rented a house by himself at that time. Although there was an extra expense, it also made more money. There is no need for any financial assistance from my parents, and I can occasionally send money back.

It was at this time that Leiqiu saved some money. Later, Qiu Yichen worried that her daughter would be hungry outside and gave her some money, so she dared to go to Hengdian to try her luck.

"Then I have to thank you." Lei Qiu embraced Song Pingguo with his left hand that didn't hold a pen, "Since I met you, I have saved a lot of money in eating this."

Song Pingguo snorted: "You also know that the food expenses you paid are really not enough?"

These bits and pieces of past savings, together with the remuneration for the few films he filmed, are Leiqiu's entire net worth now. It's a lot of money - anyway, it's definitely not enough to buy a suite.

"If this trend continues, I will still be able to afford a house in two years." Leiqiu sighed, and then wrote the second item, "What is the second item?"

"The second thing is education." Song Pingguo patted Leiqiu on the shoulder, "You continue to write, and I'll get you something to eat."

"Please, little apple, don't want porridge this time, okay, just get some normal meals, I believe my stomach can handle this." Lei Qiu, a drama school graduate who has never been to college, bit his pen and thought about how to make a meal. My academic qualifications are written a little better, "I love you!"

When Song Pingguo came out of the kitchen, the paper in front of Leiqiu was still in the same state as before, without moving a single word.And Raichu himself was lazily lying on the sofa, holding her hand hanging in front of his eyes and shaking it back and forth: "I don't think I really have any plans for the rest of my life except to be with you all the time."

"...Then why don't you tell my dad that when you see him next time, in case he is moved?"

"Forget it, you pretend I didn't say it."

When he went to the set the next day, Gong Xiao was also surprised to find that Lei Qiu was also full of depression.

A talented winner with a girlfriend like her will definitely not start to get depressed for no reason unless she encounters any unexpected situation.Gong Xiao, who aspired to be a sweetheart boss who cared about his subordinates, also walked over to offer his condolences: "Lei Qiu, did you quarrel with your apple?"

"No, I stayed up late yesterday writing my life plan."

"...Raichu, you are not really mentally ill, are you?"