I rely on almighty to reach the top of the entertainment industry [Ancient wears the present]

The Lu family's study occupies a large area, and Jing Yi likes the decoration style very much.Whether it's the screen or the floor-to-ceiling calligraphy and painting cylinder in the corner, they all reveal the atmosphere of the times.

"Come, come, choose what kind of brush and ink you want to use." The old man said generously, as if everything in the house was not worth mentioning.

Following the old men in, Lu Yuzhi's parents, who were sitting on chairs in the study, looked at each other, and they both saw incredulousness in each other's eyes.

They knew a lot about this study.

The pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the study were all bought by my father at a large price, and there are many antiques that have been collected for a long time.

Except for the late mother, my father never let anyone touch the contents at will.

Lu Yuzhi's elder brother and sister-in-law were also shocked.

Two years ago, their child, the great-grandson of the old man sneaked in to play, took a few things out, and was severely beaten by the old man.That one was cruel, as if he was beating an outsider.

Why are you so enthusiastic about a young man you met once?

Jing Yi walked around the room.

Framed on the walls are mostly authentic works of famous artists, and the exquisitely packaged ink ingots inside and outside the cabinets seem to be of great value. As for the pens in the boxes, there are even pen holders with delicate ivory carvings and jade carvings.

They were already worth a lot in their time, and it must have cost a lot of money to collect them together.

"Amitabha."

Jing Yi clasped his hands together, lowered his head and sighed softly.

The old man was puzzled: "Xiao Yi, what is this?"

Jing Yi smiled: "It's just a little emotional, grandpa, please wait a moment, I'll go to write right away."

The old man was stunned.

Feelings?

What is the reason for using the Buddha's name to express emotion?

Doubts are doubts, Jing Yi didn't say much, and the old man didn't ask any more questions, just followed behind Jing Yi.

The inkstone drops, inkstones, ink ingots and brushes on the desk are properly arranged, which is very elegant.

Jing Yijiang did not hesitate to choose the oil fume ink that was almost used up, dripped water into the inkstone, and held the ink ingot with his left hand to gently grind it in the inkstone.In the right hand, he took a long peak of a wolf hair and poured a moisturizing pen.

The pen does not need to be soaked frequently, after it is soaked, Jing Yi temporarily hangs it up, and then uses his right hand to select Shengxuan to calm it down.

The old man looked at it, nodded and smiled.

After a while, Jing Yi picked up the ink ingots, placed them, and dipped the pen in the ink.

In the flowing clouds and flowing water, the word "quiet" vividly appears on the paper.

The charm is vivid, and the form expresses the spirit.

The old man's eyes flashed brightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be covered no matter what.

"Soft with rigidity, cotton covered with iron, good calligraphy, good calligraphy."

In the constant praise, the more the old man looked at Jing Yi's face, the more pleasing he felt.

Not to mention that Jing Yi's eyes are clear, his facial features are soft and peaceful, and he can tell from reading that the child's personality is also the kind that has both hardness and softness.Calligraphy is good, how can people be poor?

"Why don't you hurry up and take a look, why are you sitting there in a daze?"

The few spectators sitting far away heard the order and rushed to the desk without hesitation.

Even if they don't know how to write, they always read with the old man. These people have a certain appreciation for calligraphy.

Seeing the word Jing on the table, their eyes also lit up, and they nodded in agreement and praised sincerely: "This word is really good, and I feel peaceful when I look at it."

"Dad is right. He is good-looking and can write well. Yuzhi has a good eye."

"It's really like a person, and it's beautiful."

"Write one for me another day and hang it in my office?"

Jing Yi looked at the speaker and nodded slightly: "Okay, brother."

It was the first time someone called him brother so politely, although Lu Yuting felt a little strange, he still smiled.

Next to Lu Yuzhi's father, Lu Qinghao, gave his son a slap, and said to Jing Yi, "Xiao Yi, write a picture for me too, and I can hang it in my office."

Jing Yi still nodded obediently: "Okay, uncle."

Lu Qinghao was stunned for a moment.

Seeing his son's strange expression, the old man glared at his son and forced everyone to go aside.

"My good boy, you must be tired after traveling so far. I blame grandpa for being too curious and insisting that you write at this time. You must be tired." The old man smiled all over his face and his eyes were narrowed. "Let's go, grandpa will take You go to the guest room to rest. Put the words first, and tidy up tomorrow."

Jing Yi just finished washing his pen, hung the pen on the pen holder, and followed the old man.

The other viewers on the side were busy talking: "Dad, shall we also go to rest?"

"Grandpa, let's go back to the room first."

Everyone dispersed, Jing Yi saw that the old man had no intention of going downstairs, so he turned his head to look downstairs.

In the corner, Lu Yuzhi was still facing the wall, standing straight.The trouser leg on the left foot, which was scratched by Lu Hua, fluttered in the wind.

"Grandpa, Yuzhi had a fever this morning." Jing Yi said in a warm voice, "I must be very tired after driving for more than four hours on the road, can you let him rest too?"

The old man glanced downstairs, and said cheerfully, "Okay, Xiao Yi, if you open your mouth, then let him rest."

"Thank you grandpa, grandpa will go to bed early too, good night."

"Good night."

Jing Yi turned and went downstairs.

The old man was behind, seeing that Jing Yi seemed to use some special skills when walking, the speed was extremely fast, his eyes were full of nostalgia.

"It's nice to be young. The old lady loved me so much back then."

Jing Yi walked behind Lu Yuzhi and stopped.

"Yuzhi, grandpa said you can rest now."

Lu Yuzhi turned around, a hint of deep meaning flashed in his amber eyes, and when he lifted his foot, it was easy to see that his whole body tilted to the side.

Jing Yi stretched out his hand to help.

Lu Yuzhi took advantage of the situation and leaned on Jing Yi's body, burying his head in Jing Yi's neck.

The scorching breath caused a warm itching to the skin, Jing Yi was not at ease: "What are you doing?"

Lu Yuzhi smiled quietly, but said: "I've been standing for a long time, my feet are numb, can you help me upstairs?"

That tone was like a child's.

Jing Yi helped Lu Yuzhi helplessly, seeing how long the stairs were, he simply wanted to hug Lu Yuzhi straight up.

But as soon as his hand reached Lu Yu's waist, Lu Yuzhi immediately stood up straight and said, "My feet are no longer numb."

Jing Yi looked over suspiciously.

There was no other emotion on Lu Yuzhi's face, he took the hand of the little guy beside him, and went upstairs with the little guy.

He wanted to walk close and close, not to be carried away.

It's okay to be in other places, but at home, it seems a bit sluggish.

I don't know what my family will think!

"Are you tired? Grandpa is becoming more and more like an old child. He even asked you to write when he got home."

"Not tired." Jing Yi replied to Lu Yuzhi, with a calm expression and a cold tone, "Just don't do this next time, it's not appropriate to visit elders in the middle of the night."

Lu Yuzhi took a look at the little guy's face, and he was sure that he was a little too cold, so he hurriedly apologized: "My fault, I was too impatient."

"Not angry." Jing Yi looked at the stairs, "What's the rush? I don't know how to run."

"You said you wouldn't run away." Lu Yuzhi looked at Jing Yi's side face, with a weak voice, "Before you always said you wanted to become a monk."

Jing Yi stopped.

"I want to become a monk, it's just..." He glanced at Lu Yuzhi, "I have to wait for the secular fate."

He doesn't reject Lu Yuzhi, nor does he reject Lu Yuzhi's family, but that doesn't mean he can't practice anymore.

Lu Yuzhi felt complicated when Jing Yi saw it.

Common fate, to put it bluntly, this common fate refers to him.What happened... what happened?Break up or something else?

Lu Yuzhi held Jing Yi's hand tighter: "You can't leave me behind."

"I didn't leave you behind." Seeing Lu Yuzhi's face full of panic, Jing Yi smiled unconsciously, "Let's rest first, huh?"

Lu Yuzhi still felt uneasy.

But he can't do anything else, and he can't forcefully change Jing Yi's wishes, at least Jing Yi is willing to get close to him at the moment, let's let go of the rest.

Thinking about it, Lu Yuzhi asked: "The guest room may not be cleared, why don't you rest in my room tonight?"

Jing Yi gave Lu Yuzhi a strange look.

"I don't have a guest room at home, why don't you rest well?"

Lu Yuzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

……

At noon the next day, Jing Yi felt quite embarrassed.

He had woken up early, but Lu Yuzhi hugged his waist, and Lu Yuzhi said he wanted to sleep a little longer, so he also fell asleep and went back to the cage.

Now downstairs, the Lu family is sitting at the dining table in the living room. The food has already been served, and it seems that they are waiting for the two of them.

There is also a little boy about 12 years old beside the table.

Fortunately, the elders didn't say anything, and asked softly if they had a good rest.

After lunch, Jing Yi was invited by Mr. Lu to draw in the study.

"You draw it, just send it to the competition." The old man smiled, "The old man will just take a look."

Jing Yi smiled slightly: "If grandpa likes my paintings, I will give them to grandpa."

"Xiao Yi is really sensible, Yuzhi is at your age, he knows how to anger me." The old man glared at Lu Yuzhi, and laughed again when he looked at Jing Yi, "You draw, you draw, as if we don't exist."

A picture was painted all afternoon.

Jing Yi's paintings are landscape paintings, with overlapping peaks and ridges, and pine trees are vigorous and powerful.A poem is written in the upper left corner of the painting, which complements the content of the picture.

"This painting will definitely win an award." The old man was overjoyed, "I think it can kill those old fellows from the Association."

The association is naturally the National Painting and Calligraphy Association.

Jing Yi answered a few words humbly, and was dragged to the chess seat by Mr. Lu to play chess again.

After a fight between the black and white chess pieces, Jing Yi won.

The old man was even happier, and the next day he dragged Jing Yi to the chess club and let Jing Yi and his chess friends play.

The old men asked who this was, and the old man happily said, "My grandson."

After staying at Lu Yuzhi's home for a few days, Jing Yi received a call from Gu Chen to join the group.

He went back to the apartment to sort out his things, and was driven by Lu Yuzhi to Ningcheng Film and Television Base.

"Goodbye." Jing Yi smiled and waved to Lu Yuzhi.

With dissatisfaction on his face, Lu Yuzhi leaned over and kissed Jing Yi's pretty lips lightly: "I'll come to see you after I've dealt with the company affairs."

Although Xinghe Company is operating normally, it cannot always be without a boss.

Jing Yi nodded and watched Lu Yuzhi leave.

He went to the front desk to show his ID card to get the room card, put away his things, went to the base to enter the film crew, said hello to Gu Chen, and went to the dressing room under Gu Chen's strange gaze.

When he arrived, Sheng Xiaguang was standing outside the dressing room.

"Mr. Sheng, long time no see." Jing Yi took the initiative to say hello.

Sheng Xiaguang's bad face softened a little, and he opened his lips and said, "Well, long time no see."

Jing Yi was puzzled: "Is there something bothering Mr. Sheng?"

Asked by Jing Yi, Sheng Xiaguang glanced at the dressing room: "When I went to the bathroom, I couldn't get in. It's too pompous to even lock the door."

The film crew and other film crews collided with the schedule of the filming base, and the dressing room was divided.As a result, the stars of both crews had to share the dressing room with others.

Sheng Xiaguang came very early, changed his clothes and put on makeup, so he couldn't get in once he came out.

The entertainer inside is a veteran entertainer, and this behavior is commonly known as clearing the scene.