early bird sold out

Early bird sold out Chapter reading, I didn't expect the cruel boss to be my anti-black station sister, "Don't hit other people's children" is just bamboo has nothing to say to enliven the atmosphere, I don't really think that Xi Zhao can beat children (sigh)

The filming of the TV series "Music" in Jiangcheng ended in the afternoon.

The producer booked a banquet at the Yuejiang Huating on the east bank of the Lujiang River, and invited the crew to gather together at night.After all, it is not the real finale, at most it is an intermission, and the atmosphere at the banquet is not much more relaxed than during the opening banquet.

Xia Zhizhu joined the set late, and only stayed on the set for half a month. He didn't have any particularly good colleagues. Counting it down, it turned out that Ren Shuhan, who had just airborne, had the closest relationship with him.

Originally, he was looking forward to sitting with his former teammate tonight—although the other party would definitely show a reluctant look, but in Xia Zhizhu's memory, Ren Shuhan never really refused all of his few requests.

And according to Xia Zhizhu's observation, there seems to be an invisible bridge between Ren Shuhan and the food he likes to eat. , what stopped in front of him happened to be his favorite dish.

Xia Zhizhu has always been a bit introverted, and a large part of this introversion stems from his hypermemory—his brain is like a sophisticated computer with unlimited memory, capable of receiving trillions of complex information, but This also means that there will be more memories crowding his memory stick at the same time, overloading the load, and turning the overwhelmed bamboo cross-species into a idiot on the vine.

Introversion is his self-protection mechanism.

It's best not to attend the party, if you have to, Xia Zhizhu still likes to sit with Ren Shuhan very much.

It's a pity that the other party didn't show up tonight. On the way just now, when the director said that Xiao Ren had a toothache and went to see a doctor, he glanced at Xia Zhizhu. Read it out.

Not only that, but he was still thinking wildly: Maybe it was because tonight's private dishes were not to the princess' liking, so Ren Shuhan disappeared as briefly as the Lianqiao with that taste.

Some of the protagonists of the crew had already arrived at Wancheng, the final filming location, before today. Besides the director, the biggest star at the banquet tonight was the second female number Wei Simin, the new generation Xiaohua who debuted as a child star, before Ren Shuhan came. , she is the biggest resource in this show.But different from the eldest princess, Wei Simin, who is from an ordinary family, is very good at socializing, like the Wanqing girl she played in the play, she has long sleeves and good dance skills. She has never blush with anyone around her for so long since her debut.

Even when meeting Xia Zhizhu for the first time, as a senior who is one year younger, Wei Simin also naturally expressed his surprise at seeing him, his love for "Heatstroke" and the opportunity to pick up with him. Idol is very happy to cooperate.

Ren Shuhan was not here tonight, and as soon as Xia Zhizhu came in, Wei Simin waved to him very naturally, and with a smile signaled that he had reserved a place for him.

Although it was just a normal dinner tonight, there was still the male second and the third male in line before Xia Zhizhu, it would be inappropriate if he really jumped over to sit with the second female directly.

Xia Zhizhu was dumb, but he wasn't stupid. He could see that Ren Shuhan's two words in the morning were equivalent to protecting himself in front of everyone. Wei Simin had treated him politely before, but he had no enthusiasm at all. At this point, it is obvious that he is here for the eldest princess.

Xiaoren protects Zhuzi, and Zhuzi reciprocates, and doesn't want to make trouble for him by pretending to be a tiger.

Xia Zhizhu blinked at the door and hesitated for two seconds on how to say no, but just as he was about to run away clutching his stomach and pretending to have a stomachache, he seemed to have predicted his deserter mentality, and the box door behind him was suddenly symbolized Knocked twice.

"Xiao Xia? Why are you standing here?" He Jun pushed open the door and asked him.

The whole Qujiang flower hall suddenly fell silent because of the director's words, and Xia Zhizhu turned around, and was also stunned.

It turned out that there was someone else who made the air quiet.

The man who walked in steadily behind He Jun was very handsome and tall, with proportions as high as ten heads. At first glance, one could not help but wonder if he was some international supermodel.But compared to his appearance, what is more noticeable is his good temperament. Even if the room is full of actors who rely on their faces to make a living, he has a wall just like everyone in the room. Seeing his insignificant look.

It's Xi Zhao.

He is like the Medusa in the myth, turning the innocent human boy who accidentally looked at him into a stone statue, while Xi Zhao stood there quietly looking at Xia Zhizhu, looking through those too clear eyes , he seemed to be backlashed by his own magic, and turned into another statue on the Vatican Square at this moment.

The big one and the young one didn't say a word, He Jun had watched enough excitement before he said happily to Xia Zhizhu: "Shouldn't you say hello to your boss?"

Only then did Xia Zhizhu come to his senses, he took a half step back, clasped his hands behind his back, and gave a super obedient bow to the two of them: "Teacher, Mr. Xi, good evening."

Too obedient, too obedient for this occasion.

Looking at the boy's soft hair, Xi Zhao couldn't help but lower his cool voice, and replied with a slight nod, "Good evening."

Other people in the hall also stood up and greeted the boss of Xingyan Entertainment, one of the owners. He Jun waved his hand to signal that they were free, and he led Xi Zhao to the inner box.

The little star who just greeted the two of them "good evening" is dotted behind them, slowly. Although Xi Zhao can't see the scene behind him, he still feels that he can roughly imagine it—the rainy day when he was in middle school, the road The little stray dog ​​who was wet by the side followed him in the same way, wanting to go home with Xi Zhao.

He suddenly remembered Song Ci's entrustment to himself before: Boss, my Zhuzi is stupid, please bear with me.

The other half sentence "Please stay away and don't keep scaring him" was not uttered, but Song Ci felt that Xi Zhao could get it, but what she didn't expect was that not only did Mr. Xi with an IQ200 not get it, but the error in understanding seemed to be even worse. a bit big.

Before walking into the box with He Jun, Xi Zhao stopped, looked back at the little employee who seemed a little at a loss when facing the female colleague, but still tried his best to draw the corners of his lips into a friendly smile, and after pondering for half a second— —

"Summer Bamboo."

He called out the other person's name.

And when the boy followed the crowd to look up in surprise, Xi Zhao raised his arm towards him with a casual expression, his thumb pointed outward, and his middle and index fingers curled straight towards the boy before they were clenched into his palm again.

He silently made a "come here" gesture to Xia Zhizhu.

In fact, it shouldn't have followed.

Following Xi Zhao to leave is more exaggerated and more eye-catching than sitting next to Wei Simin, but...it also makes people feel more at ease.

Xia Zhizhu walked behind Xi Zhao again in a daze, and followed Mr. Xi to sit next to the director, producer and screenwriters. For some reason, he suddenly remembered his childhood.

From childhood to adulthood, he seems to have always been a transfer student.

On the first day of school when he came to kindergarten, Xiao Ruantang, who failed to make a friend, sat in his seat after school at a loss.The children around him who had been screaming and frolicking all day jumped into their long-awaited hugs. The classroom was getting more and more empty. The teacher who took care of him went out to answer the phone. When he was confused, he suddenly heard a very gentle "Tang Tang" ".

Ruan Tang, a dwarf radish whose toes can’t reach the ground, turned his head and looked out through the colorful window frame of the kindergarten, just in time to see Yoko in a foggy blue sleeveless dress standing outside the fence and smiling at him—maybe it wasn’t Foggy blue, the pink-orange sunset of that day has been dyed in his memory, and it is rare that Xia Zhizhu has an inaccurate memory.

Maybe this is the case, maybe his brain malfunctioned again, Xia Zhizhu suddenly blurred the indexes of "Mr. Xi" and "Guardian" in the memory bookshelves in his mind at this moment.

However, the emotions that aroused in his heart in the afternoon after school just now were indeed exactly the same as just now, and can be classified specifically as "I, like other children, also have parents." of cognitive labels.

Even if Mr. Xi and Yoko don't have any similarities.

The topic at the banquet had already started to go off track. Xi Zhao begged Rao to go out to answer the phone when the banquet just started. He had been away for a long time, but no one seemed to have noticed his absence.

How strange, Xia Zhizhu thought.Is it because Xi Zhao's surname is Xi?

"Teacher." He called He Jun in a low voice through the empty seat in Xizhao.

The old fox raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xia Zhizhu: "I want to go to the bathroom."

He Jun smiled, didn't look at him, and hummed to ask you to help yourself.

There are two doors in the box, one was used to enter from the hall just now, and the other was used when Xi Zhao left.Xia Zhizhu walked out from the second door, and the winding path led to the outer courtyard.

First, I walked around in the very elegantly decorated bathroom, and after going out, I took a walk for a while, but I didn't have much food.Without seeing Xi Zhao's figure, the minute hand of the quartz watch on Xia Zhizhu's wrist has passed a quarter of the scale.

It was a gift from Yoko to him. It is said that it is an antique from her father. There is no taboo in Japan of "send the clock/send the end", or it is just that Yoko does not have it. When it was given to him, the other party said that the meaning was...

"Uncle, are you suffering from heat stroke?"

From the garden in the atrium in front, the crisp voices of children sounded.

After hesitating for a second before choosing whether to go back to the box now, Xia Zhizhu finally decided to delay it a little longer.

In late spring, early summer is not yet here, and I don't know which uncle is so unlucky.

He followed the source of the sound just now to the flower gate of the courtyard wall, and saw a figure with broad shoulders and straight back through the dim wall lamp on the wall.Xia Zhizhu stopped in his tracks, and unexpectedly discovered that this "unfortunate uncle" who was called "uncle" by the child facing him seemed to be Xi Zhao himself who had been away for a long time.

His coming was neither loud nor small, just enough for people to hear.

Xi Zhao, who was leaning on the porch chair with his forehead propped up, opened his eyes. His sharp and cold eyes lost focus for a moment and then quickly focused on them. Looking at the little star in front of him, Xi Zhao closed his eyes, which seemed unusual to outsiders. Frowning impatiently, while enduring the twittering of "uncle" and "uncle" from a strange child in his ears, he rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty, wanting to tell Xia Zhizhu, who was sent out to look for him, to wait a little longer, he Stand up quickly.

But Xia Zhizhu, who was standing a few steps away under the moon, suddenly said softly: "The day before yesterday was the International Day for Not Hitting Children."

Xi Zhao's movement of kneading his temples paused, and he raised his eyelids: "...what did you say?"

The brat next to him yelled louder and louder, as if he had no idea that the day before yesterday that could protect him had already passed.

The pretty boy in sight walked over slowly, Xi Zhao stared blankly at him squatting in front of him with his knees hugged, and when he looked up, his eyes were almost full of moonlight.

And in the next second, Xia Zhizhu spoke very seriously, as if trying to comfort him very sincerely: "Mr. Xi, please bear with me."

Don't hit other people's children.

"..."

Xi Zhao wanted to laugh a little bit, or really wanted to laugh. Since returning to China, this was the first time he felt like laughing so much.

But he really endured it, nodded solemnly, and replied in a low voice as if reluctantly: "Oh, that's fine."