wind blowing

It was only after eight o'clock when I came out of the coffee shop. Qiu Mingyang's cell phone rang several times. Seeing this, Jing Yu said, "You are busy with your business, so don't call me."

Qiu Mingyang bowed and apologized to him: "Shall I take you to the hotel? It's just in Jinyu Alley, and you'll be there in ten minutes."

"It's okay, I haven't been back for more than a year, and I just happened to be wandering around."

"Then let me know when you go back to the hotel, and I'll send you the address and room number later."

"Row."

Standing on the curb in the cool mist, Jing Yu took a deep breath.

The last time he returned to China was when he was in his second year of high school for the summer vacation, Chu Zishi hired a private tutor for him to learn French at home for three full months, and even replaced the nanny with a French-born babysitter.

The French woman who likes to wear flower-bud dresses and lace-up shoes is over 50 years old, and she is still as innocent and romantic as a girl in her early twenties.She called Jingyu "monange" (my little angel), kissed him on the cheek every morning, and was keen to cook him all kinds of weird Chinese-French dishes, such as creamy mushroom soup with spicy sauce and braised pork stuffing. Crepes, Provence chicks stewed with mushrooms, Burgundy snails sautéed with green onions.

After three full months of torture, Jing Yu fled back to the United States as soon as the summer vacation ended.

He suspected that this was Chu Zishi's prank, but he couldn't find a chance to ask.

Chu Zishi was busy as always, and only appeared once at the beginning of the summer vacation, telling his French teacher to be strict and not to be seduced by his cute appearance and sweet words, and then disappeared without a trace.

Qiu Mingyang said that he was very busy, and Jing Yu didn't know what he was busy with, anyway, he never tried to let him understand his life.

Chu Zishi gave money, and he spent money to check his homework regularly, and he has been doing this for so many years.

Jing Yu looked down at the coffee stains on the sweater.

Italian hand-knitted sweaters with five-figure prices, ivory background color, ribbed neckline, monogram silk pattern, are labor-intensive and time-consuming.

The coffee stain was left at Fu Fenglan's house before. Fu Fenglan made coffee for him out of politeness. The instant coffee powder cost two yuan a bag and was brewed in 10 seconds. The aroma is vigorous and cheap.

He thought that Fu Fenglan was going to raise Xiaomi, so he was flustered and accidentally knocked over the paper cup, leaving permanent dark brown marks on the knitted sweater.

This kind of pure hand-knitted sweater cannot be washed, and hand washing can only remove part of it, and it cannot be restored to its original state.

What Jing Yu is worried about right now is not her knitted sweater.

He randomly walked into a nearby mall, bought a polo shirt, sent the sweater to the dry cleaner, and began to think about what to do next.

Because of the oolong this morning, he offended Fu Fenglan... There is no doubt about it.

Jing Yu was a little frustrated and a little annoyed, he had imagined countless times what the acquaintance between himself and Fu Fenglan would be like, maybe it was romantic or ordinary, but in any case it shouldn't be embarrassment and quarrel.

It's all his fault.

He was really anxious in the morning, thinking that Qiu Mingyang didn't take good care of Fu Fenglan.

His concern for Fu Fenglan was humanitarian in the beginning, but then his feelings deteriorated a bit.

Jing Yu thought to herself that it was a bit similar to "developing a mentality". Every day, she looked at it like raising a small animal. She was worried that he would eat and sleep warm, worried about his acting career, and worried that he would be stained by the big dye vat of the entertainment industry, so I told Qiu Mingyang to be careful and careful, and never let those messy people lead Fu Fenglan down.

Although Fu Fenglan is 11 years older than him.

But Jing Yu just felt that she had an obligation to cultivate Fu Fenglan.

As a result, the "owner" and the "pet" met for the first time, and the pet turned on the owner.

He also laughed at him for having no breasts and no buttocks.

dry.

What kind of car accident scene is this.

Not only the scene of a car accident, but also an earthquake and tsunami caused by the atomic bomb explosion. The train derailed, the subway broke, and the heavy truck rear-ended from the Seventh Ring Road to the city center.

Jing Yu's stubbornness is stubbornness, but she is still sensible.

This time the oolong was the fault of his recklessness, and a sincere apology is a must when we meet next time.

But it can't be so abrupt, and it can't make Fu Fenglan aware of the strangeness.

If Fu Fenglan knew that he was Chu Zishi's younger brother, he would definitely be polite and stop fussing with him.

But in that case, the relationship between the two would become rigid.

He doesn't want to do this.

Jing Yu thought for a while, then called Qiu Mingyang: "Did Fu Fenglan say when he plans to choose an actor?"

"In the past two days, he just sent me a message, saying that it was just an audition, and there is no need to mobilize the crowd, just find a newcomer."

"You didn't tell him who I was, did you?"

"No no."

"That's good. From today onwards, you have to call me 'Jingyu' instead of 'Chu Jingyu', understand." He was afraid that Fu Fenglan would guess his identity, "Also, help me find an acting class Teacher, start class as soon as possible, the sooner the better."

Three days later, Fu Fenglan decided to choose an actor.

Jing Yu only had time to get acquainted with the scripting process and basic physical precautions.

"It's okay, anyway, the company hasn't signed a few with good acting skills recently," Qiu Mingyang comforted him, "Maybe you are a talented type, stand on the stage, hey, the feeling will come, this is the family's artistic influence. "

fart.

Jing Yu never watched TV dramas, not to mention those dramas made by her company, which were randomly played in the shower, and it was too loud for her ears.

Except for the one starring Fu Fenglan.

On the day of the audition, the location was at Fu Fenglan's home.

When Jing Yu arrived, there were already four or five little boys scattered inside, all about eighteen or nineteen years old, full of youth.

Fu Fenglan's remuneration is not low, and if the supporting role is good, he may become a regular, and he will really join the filming group, so the boys are eager to try.

Qiu Mingyang stood aside and flipped through the script.

Sitting on the sofa, Fu Fenglan raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw Jing Yu.

In front of everyone, without saying much, he nodded to Qiu Mingyang: "Let's get started."

Qiu Mingyang turned to the crowd and said, "I won't say anything superfluous. It's not easy for everyone to get up early, so seize the opportunity."

"The topic of the interview is 'Under the background of the Republic of China, male actors who seduce progressive young people who have returned from abroad'. No. [-], Chen Siyu, let's start."

A 1.8-meter-long black-skinned boy in sportswear stood up, scratched his head, stepped forward, and was about to sit on Fu Fenglan's lap.

"Stop, stop!" Qiu Mingyang glanced at Jing Yu's expression, and said urgently, "What are you doing?"

"Seduce," Hei Pi said sternly, "I haven't taken off my clothes yet, it's fine if I want to, but I have to pay extra."