wind blowing

Because of the phrase "lover", Jing Yu suffered from insomnia until midnight.

In my mind is Fu Fenglan's face with superior features when he approached him, and his half-smile.

Looking at pictures on the Internet is quite different from seeing real people in real life.

You can see the slight trembling of the hair when the wind blows, smell the faint tobacco woody fragrance on his body, the temperature touched by the fingertips, and the imperceptible throbbing caused by every gaze falling.

Fu Fenglan followed him into his sleep.

In the dream, Jing Yu really became the actor who seduced Fu Fenglan.

The shadow of the candle flickered, the tent of the red luan moved, babbling, and the spring breeze lingered.

When I woke up early the next morning, when I touched the sheets, the blush was dyed from my face to my collarbone.

It was only after six o'clock when he woke up, and Fu Fenglan made an appointment with him at eight o'clock.

The hotel provides a buffet breakfast, ranging from Chinese food to Western food, but Jingyu has a glassy stomach and has never been too fond of outside food.

Suddenly thinking of Fu Fenglan's words last time, he scooped up some stewed snow fungus with papaya, Chuanbei, and drank it.

Added rock sugar, clear and sweet.

I picked out the papaya carefully and ate it, and then I couldn't eat anymore, so I put the bowl down.

Fu Fenglan's family lives in a very ordinary community, and the neighbors are all working class.

Even small stars on the [-]th line generally buy in Chaoyang District, and some communities are even tailor-made for celebrities, with much better privacy and service than ordinary communities.

Jing Yu asked Qiu Mingyang why he didn't allocate a residence in a high-end community, even if it was closer to the city center-Qiu Mingyang told him with a bitter face that he had given it, and in the name of company benefits, it was Fu Fenglan who refused to take it .

His current house has been bought entirely by his own salary for more than ten years.

He is easy-going and easy-going, but he is very stubborn on issues of principle, and he refuses to accept benefits for no reason.

Fu Fenglan is such a person.

It was only 07:30 when Jing Yu arrived at the door of Fu Fenglan's house. He was afraid of disturbing Fu Fenglan's sleep, so he planned to walk around the door for a while before knocking on the door.

Unexpectedly, Fu Fenglan opened the door suddenly.

He was wearing a light gray long-sleeved shirt and cotton trousers, with slender legs and a relaxed look.

As soon as Jing Yu saw him, she immediately remembered the intimacy in her dream last night, and felt a little embarrassed.

Fu Fenglan was a little surprised: "So early?"

Jing Yu: "On the first day of work, I wanted to get familiar with the script early."

Fu Fenglan was noncommittal, and stepped aside: "Come in and sit down, I'll go downstairs to buy some breakfast."

Fu Fenglan's breakfast is steamed dumplings, sesame buns and soy milk.

He also brought a copy for Jing Yu.

Jing Yu was obviously very full, but by accident, when Fu Fenglan asked him, "Would you like to have some together", he immediately sat down at the dining table.

What he said to Fu Fenglan was: "Thank you senior, I just didn't have breakfast."

The warning to the stomach is: "Why are you full, shut up, I say you are full only when you are full."

What I thought in my heart was: "How come there is a feeling of being rolled up and fed, woo woo woo, so happy."

For those who own pets, the most fulfilling moment is when they are approached and fed by their pets.

Jing Yu bit the bun contentedly, her face full of happiness.

Fu Fenglan looked at him with a silly look on his face, confused.

Why don't you just eat a sesame bun... Are you so happy?

Think of Jing Yu saying that she was from a poor family and was cheated by a training institution.

Shouldn't it be...

Haven't even eaten sesame buns?

Fu Fenglan asked him tentatively, "What do you usually have for breakfast?"

Jing Yu tilted her head and thought for a while: "I don't eat much... just drink white porridge once in a while."

Because I have a bad stomach and picky eaters, my stomach is prone to cold in the morning, so I usually don’t eat much.

Fu Fenglan listened to it, but confirmed his guess.

Adolescent children, when they are growing up, only drink porridge in the morning...

What a sensible and strong child this must be!

Fu Fenglan sighed slightly in his heart.

Unconsciously softening his voice, he said to Jing Yu: "Eat more, eat slowly, no one will grab you."

Jing Yu is so smart, as soon as she made contact with each other, she immediately understood that Fu Fenglan had misunderstood.

But he didn't explain.

It was the first time he heard Fu Fenglan's gentle and soft tone.

I really want to listen to it a few more times.

He nodded obediently, and then concentrated on eating the buns again.

It really looks like a poor out-of-school child who is eating sesame buns for the first time.

After breakfast, Jing Yu actively asked Fu Fenglan: "Are you going to start acting? Read the script first?"

Fu Fenglan: "Who told you that there is a script."

Jing Yu: "?"

Fu Fenglan: "Maybe other actors will have specific scripts for their supporting roles, but I am like this. It is mainly to find feelings, and to respond to each other according to the status and emotional entanglement of the two characters. There is no specific script, and it all depends on the on-the-spot reaction."

Jing Yu's brain went numb.

He is a half-baked guy who acted for the first time yesterday, so he wants to act while thinking about the plot? ? !

Fu Fenglan looked at him: "It's too late to regret it now."

Jing Yu gritted her teeth: "I will try my best."

Fu Fenglan smiled slightly: "Then we will wait and see."

He closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly seemed to be a different person.

His back is rickety and his movements are slow.His expression was dull and his eyes were cloudy.

Although his appearance has not changed, he is completely old-fashioned.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, caressing Jing Yu's cheek: "How old is it?"

Even the voice became slow and hoarse, which is unique to the old man.

Jing Yu immediately realized that he was playing an old man.

Then, it is an old man who takes care of young boys.

Jing Yu's face was caressed by him, even though she knew it was acting, she still couldn't restrain her cheeks from burning hot: "Ten, eighteen."

"Well," Fu Fenglan looked up at the ceiling, "When Gan Tang married in, she was as old as you."

"Who is Gan Tang?"

"Fourth wife, her father smoked opium and was sold to me. You will call her sister from now on."

Be good, Jing Yu thought, this is still an old-fashioned script from the Republic of China.

"Then, how many concubines do you have?"

"With you, there must be twelve houses," Fu Fenglan posted, blowing into his ear, "Don't worry, once you marry in, I will spoil you alone."

He touched his waist with his hands and feet, pretending to kiss him.

His eyes stared straight at his fair and young skin, and the hot air filled his ears.

He speaks inarticulately, and occasionally saliva splashes, giving him the appearance of a wretched old man.

Lips brushed against Jing Yu's ear without touching his skin.

His hands were also closed, only touching his clothes.

Jing Yu shuddered, her body was hot, as if she had just been molested.

"You...you stay away from me."

He spoke his lines a little stiffly.

Fu Fenglan paused, and said angrily: "What do you mean, you despise me?"

"...you can be my grandfather now."

Fu Fenglan abruptly stretched out his right hand, which was shaped like an eagle's claw, with the jaggedness and sternness unique to a skinny old man.

He grabbed Jing Yu's neck and said, "What do you think you are, how many silver dollars are you worth! Your father ran into a business and owed a lot of debt. If it weren't for me, your whole family would have been sold to Bada Hutong! Your father Be a tortoise, your mother will be a bustard, and you will be a butt-selling prostitute, ha! ha! ha!"

In order to show the characteristics of the old man, Fu Fenglan deliberately protruded his teeth and eyes.

He looked like he was crazy, his voice was hoarse, and he was completely irritated and crazy.

Jing Yu was stunned.

Fu Fenglan's hand pressed on his neck without any force, not even a trace.

But he's been completely put into that situation.

It seems that Fu Fenglan is really a lustful old man, and he is the "twelfth concubine" with a miserable life experience, who can only sell his body to keep his family safe.

Fu Fenglan was still pinching him, waiting for his answer.

They want to continue to walk the show and let the plot continue.

Jing Yu was speechless.

After a long time, he choked up and said, "I was wrong..."

Tears flow down the cheeks.

He didn't act because he didn't have such natural acting skills.

I was really scared to cry.

Under Fu Fenglan's guidance, in the tense atmosphere, he completely felt the humiliation and fear of this character.

Fu Fenglan didn't seem surprised.

He put away his fierce expression, returned to a gentle look, and smiled: "...Scared?"

Jing Yu: "..."

It's even scarier to smile suddenly after being angry like this!

He didn't speak.

His body trembled slightly, because he was still immersed in the aftertaste of fear and trembling.

"Sorry..." Fu Fenglan sat down and patted his head, "This is your first time, I should be gentle."

Jing Yu: "..."

Why does it sound weird.

Fu Fenglan: "Acting is like this. It consumes a lot of physical energy and emotions. It is a kind of work that consumes a lot of shame. Your fear, your weakness, and your fragile side will all be exposed in the play. When you return to reality There will be a sense of separation, not knowing which one is the real self."

Jing Yu whispered: "But you can retract it freely."

"I've been acting for so many years, and I'm used to it." He poured him a glass of milk and motioned him to drink it. "You're still young, take your time. Today's is not bad, at least it's very fast."

Jing Yu drank half a glass, and felt that her strength seemed to have returned.

He is so strong, immediately said: "I can do it, let's continue."

But Fu Fenglan said: "Let's change the scene. The plot just now can be regarded as a small climax of the drama. Let's change it to a lighter one this time."

He tapped his fingers on the table twice, and said, "Why does Junsheng keep running into your room?"

The voice became the hoarse voice of the old man again.

Jing Yu didn't know what kind of character this was, so she said, "If you ask me, why don't you ask him."

Fu Fenglan sneered and said:

"My son, can I not know? I don't ask him, but you.

Say it yourself, when did you hook up? "