blame at every turn

After saying this, Peng Song felt a little nervous.

It is said that appearances come from the heart, but at least Peng Song thinks that Yang Ya's character is completely different from his appearance.

Yang Ya's facial features were sharp, not to mention very aggressive, at least when he stood there expressionless, he had an aura that made his legs weak.But his actual character is not so difficult to get close to, but sometimes it is hard to understand. He is like a child who has not grown up, thinking out of the way, very childish in dealing with others, sweet-mouthed but not polite, hard-working and stubborn .

For example, Yang Ya only has a junior high school education, Peng Song thinks this is a bad point.

Regarding his past, Yang Ya seems reluctant to mention it.Peng Song knew that there was almost a year between Yang Ya's graduation from junior high school and his contact with acting. No one knew what he was doing. Yang Ya had accepted several personal interviews, and he was asked several times during that year. What are you doing? Every time he is asked this question, even if it is live broadcast, Yang Ya will put a bad face on the other party and refuse to answer.

Don't say it if you don't want to, Peng Song thinks he must have some difficulties.Peng Song has always disliked taking off the artist's scars in public without caring about the artist's feelings, selling miserables for glory, and an artist with good looks and talent doesn't need this.But he felt that Yang Ya was still young, and with his life guaranteed, he should at least apply for a bachelor's degree in online education, so as not to be hacked in the future.

And eager to learn is a good character design. As for the character design who once gave up studying for some reason and resumed his studies after a successful career, it is even more fragrant.

This is in line with mainstream values.For an artist of his age, the main fans he attracts are those around his age and those younger than him.Good students will regard inspirational idols as role models, while bad boys will also unconsciously be attracted to outstanding and self-disciplined people. Such a personality setting is more conducive to his rapid accumulation of popularity.

But what is Yang Ya thinking?

Yang Ya rejected Peng Song's proposal on the grounds that he didn't want to set up a false character.

He was not a studious person, and he didn't want to lie to others. What's more, he felt that the concept of academic qualifications itself was problematic. The value of a person should be measured by his ability, not a few pieces of paper. He learned for these few pieces of paper. A large part of things may not be used in this life, which is a waste of time, Yang Ya does not want to waste time, he has always learned what he needs, and is a real pragmatist.

Continuing to chat on this topic, Yang Ya even wants to lead a drastic education reform, so that courses other than Chinese should be canceled from primary school, and instead subjects of interest can be freely combined and chosen. For example, your dream is to become a Chefs, from the first grade of elementary school, you can learn courses such as "how to choose vegetables" and "choice and preservation of meat".

——Peng Song often feels that others return their knowledge to the teacher after finishing school, while Yang Ya just left his mind in school after school, and his mental age is only in his teens so far.

After he persuaded Yang Ya not to think about crimes again, and after going through a negotiation that frightened him until he was physically and mentally exhausted afterwards, Peng Song remained calm when Yang Ya asked him any more.

Even when Yang Ya asked him to help find a carpenter, Peng Song thought it was reasonable.

He sat in Xingbaga and drank coffee leisurely, enjoying an exquisite afternoon tea time, and asked Yang Ya calmly: "What kind of carpenter do you want? That kind of furniture is still made?"

Yang Ya, who just came out of IKEA, has a hot dog in his left hand and ice cream in his right hand, with sunglasses on his head, and a phone on his shoulder, sitting on a stone pier. He doesn't look like someone who just finished shopping in the furniture market, but rather a tourist out for food. .

With ice cream in his mouth, he replied inarticulately: "I want to customize a wooden bed."

Peng Song is accustomed to his unstandardized words: "Is it a solid wood bed? Many furniture factories support custom-made solid wood beds. This is not difficult to find. Just tell me the specific requirements, and I will try my best to find you a good one." .”

"It's not a solid wood bed, it's a wooden bed," Yang Ya corrected, "It's the kind that Liangzi can see as a whole tree trunk, that's why I need you to find a carpenter. The solid wood beds produced in the factory are all wooden boards, so it doesn't feel that way. I want the most original kind."

Peng Song had no choice but to answer: "Okay, do you have any requirements for materials, size, etc.?"

Carpenter sounds like a cherished profession that is about to perish in the new era, but it is not hard to find.

Although Peng Song really didn't know any carpenters, he was good at geography and knew that City C happened to be the famous home of furniture. Because it was rich in high-quality wood, in Ming and Qing Dynasties, it specially made Babu beds for wealthy families in the south.

Now in the countryside of City C, you should and can still find some skilled carpenters whose craftsmanship has been passed down from generation to generation.

Yang Ya thought for a while: "The size of the bedroom is the size of the bed."

Peng Song almost bit his tongue: "Are you sure?"

"Ah."

"Brother, if I remember correctly, your bedroom is fifteen square meters, with a length and width of three to four meters. Are you sure you want to make such a big bed? This...isn't suitable? How about I find it for you? A decoration company to design and design?"

"No need," Yang Ya is confident in his decoration idea, "it must be this big, otherwise you won't be allowed to customize it."

Peng Song quickly compromised: "Okay, then I'll find out if anyone is willing to do it."

Anyway, apart from serving Yang Ya, he has nothing else to do.

After drinking his latte, Peng Song left Xingbaga. He searched several villages around City C where there might be carpenters on the Kuide map, compared the cost-effectiveness of various transportation methods, and finally chose online car-hailing.

The driver who took the order was only 200 meters away from him, almost at the gate of their company.

However, after the driver took the order, he didn't come over. Peng Song stood at the gate of Xingbaga for a while, feeling that the makeup on his face had melted away, before he saw someone walking straight towards him.

It's people, not cars.

The other party was wearing a mask, only looking at his hairstyle and eyes, he didn't look like someone he knew.

At first Peng Song didn't think that he was looking for him, until the man simply stood in front of him.

"Hello," the man laughed, wrinkles formed at the corners of his eyes and forehead, "Can I borrow your mobile phone? I lost my mobile phone, and I want to call home to report that I am safe."

It was an old man in his fifties with a voice that sounded like it had been soaked in alcohol.Peng Song thought to himself.

Although at this age, people in this outfit seem to have nothing to do with star chasing, but the looks of paparazzi and illegitimate fans are always strange, so Peng Song kept an eye out and gave him his personal mobile phone without any artist contact information. he.

The old man thanked him, took the mobile phone and went to the back of the street tree, returned the mobile phone to him after a while, thanked him several times, and then left in a hurry, Peng Song checked the call records, The man didn't leave any traces, and he didn't know whether he deleted it after calling it, or didn't call it at all. After calling up the background application, he knew the truth. Peng Song remembered that he was using QQ to give himself a little The registration level is gone now, which means that the person just now has probably read his chat records.

After taking the online car-hailing service, Peng Song was even more sure that there was something wrong with this man.

Although he took off his mask, relying on his agent's professional sensitivity, Peng Song recognized at a glance that the driver of the online car-hailing car was the man who lent him his phone before.

His acting skills are pretty good. Seeing that he was the one taking the taxi, he didn't show a little panic, but he lost in not knowing how to put on makeup.

Not many people know about the fact that he is Yang Ya's manager. It may not be aimed at Yang Ya, but it must be aimed at a certain artist or employee of their company.Before getting out of the car, Peng Song took a picture of the license plate number and sent them to Mr. Li and the company's security guards to let them pay attention to the car.

Peng Song got off the car at the entrance of the village and strolled into the village. Before the carpenter could be found, he met an unexpected person.

The unexpected person stood with his back to him, standing on the edge of a cornfield, wearing a very casual white dress, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on him casually, and he seemed to blend into the field casually in the sun.

It was Yang Ya who took advantage of him.

Peng Song was not sure at first, until he approached, the man turned his head as if he had sensed it, and then showed a standard professional smirk: "Mr. Yue."

Yue Qin didn't recognize who he was at first, seeing that he was about the same age as him, and he called him so politely, his face became hot, and he squeezed out a little smile: "I'm just a small boss, and Mr. Yue is too flattering." If you don't think it's appropriate to call me by my first name, just call me Yue Lao."

Then he remembered that the person in front of him was the nasty manager who made Yang Ya sell his coolies and looks by himself, so the kindness in Yue Qin's eyes disappeared, and his whole body became cold from head to toe in an instant.

But Peng Song didn't think there was anything wrong when he saw that he quickly put on a look of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

As for the president, you just have to be cold, high above, and arrogant.

"Boss Yue is really humorous."

Peng Song was polite, and his eyes fell on Yue Qin's arms unconsciously - from the time he noticed Yue Qin, until Yue Qin noticed him, Yue Qin had been looking down at his arms, his arms There was a little dirt dog inside, it looked so dirty, it was hard to tell whether it was black or yellow.

"Is this the puppy Mr. Yue picked up just now? It's so cute."

"No." Yue Qin put the puppy on the ground shortly, and the puppy ran away without a trace. "It has an owner."

"That's it." Peng Song nodded, suddenly feeling a little awkward.

He thought to himself that maybe he shouldn't have greeted Yue Qin.

Yue Qin has nothing to say to him, and he may not even remember that there is such a person as him, and although he does have something he wants to share with Yue Qin...but he seems to have no position to tell Yue Qin: Give up Yang Ya, He is not a nice guy!

The silence between the two lasted for quite a while, until they said in unison: "Where's Yang Ya?"

After speaking, the four eyes met, and after a moment of stunned, they said in unison: "Is he not with you?"