Ten Mile Room

On this day, the three of Deng Changnong and the others got up very early, the sky was not too bright, and everything was hazy.

The three of them were diligent and didn't need to be waited upon after getting up. Not to mention making the bed by themselves, they even wiped the bathroom with a rag.

After washing in the house, as soon as they came out, they saw that in the small living room that belonged to them temporarily, several servants were holding stacks of clothes, more than a dozen of which were exactly the same, black leather, which looked expensive Inside the trunk.

At the moment, the three boys felt a little uncomfortable.

Although I was very happy to see my father, but the little nobleman's assistant, the one named Chen Song, was not a good person.

The first thing he did was to wash all the old clothes they brought?

They said it was cleaning, but He Mingchuan and the others felt that they might never see those clothes again in their lifetime.

Although Brother Chen and Song are right, they are now representatives of Beiyan artists, so they should consider the dignity of the country.

But what's the matter with their clothes?

In the past four days, He Mingchuan and the others have been repaired by Chen Song and others from top to bottom.

Nails, manicured, and armor polish, hair, conditioned, and styled.The skin was rubbed thoroughly, and a full body treatment was also done.

Even the rules of their eating have been taught a new lesson

Those rules are not very difficult. To sum it up, go out and look more carefully, and don't talk to people you don't know casually. Don't turn the bottom of Laosanxiang after you know them for a while.

No matter how delicious the food is on the table, you can't eat it all the time. Also, don't touch your hands when you are in a hurry, don't shake your legs, don't suck noodles, don't smack your mouth...

In fact, there are really no strict requirements on them. After all, they are artists. It’s okay to be casual, but when they go abroad, they should pay attention to it anyway. It’s not that all the things in Laosanxiang are good.

Jiang Gezi can't stand Uncle Huang's kind, talking to you nicely, suddenly he lifts his left half and pulls his butt, puff!

When you are away from home, no one will understand and tolerate you. That is where you are commented on.

The three of Deng Changnong and the others looked at it stupidly. It doesn't mean that they haven't been taken care of personally. They have a manager and a performance cooperation team.

But those are temporary, and the cooperative relationship can't be too careful with them. Folk performances are generally very casual, and they can do whatever they want, which represents individuality.

What's more, in their art territory, only fools will go against their opinions.

Seeing the iron pipa carried by the three of them being taken out of the broken wooden box, and then carefully put into the lacquer box inlaid with silver and gold, and painted with magnolia branches, they felt an unprecedented feeling of being soft and careful. The feeling of being wrapped up and being cherished and cared for.

Well, I don't like this feeling a bit.

Although they say that this is paid by the country, isn't the country poor?

Otherwise, Brother Chen and Song would not be able to ask them to lend national debts.

After all, they looked at each other with some regret, feeling a lot of pressure in their hearts.

Thinking, how much would it cost, and how much draft beer would I have to sell to make it back?

Poor baby, the unit of measurement for money in my heart is either cheap barreled beer under the old stage, or coarse salted peanuts.

In fact, they are quite rich. Nowadays, if they go out to perform casually, they will get a share of tens of thousands of dollars, and they will have a large amount of record and juke player profits every month. They are popular, and there are die-hard fans all over the world. Tens of thousands of pens are considered a loss this month, or that kind of big loss.

In addition to the income from music, they also have Changhui Art School. Mr. Jiude gave the three of them the income from a major class on art creation.

The kind where you don’t need to teach by hand, just a group of students will come from time to time, and you can get money by sitting quietly and watching them create.Sometimes, when those students came, they also liked to go to the back alley of Sanxiang and help sell peanut beer in their shop.

But it's not a good thing for students to go. Generally, there is not as much food as there is food.

But just let people take a tour at will, and get four to five hundred yuan a year for nothing?

Is this money coming from the right way?Or is it wrong?

Too light is always stressful.

To sum up, He Mingchuan and the others are really the invisible millionaires in Laosanxiang.

However, because of the harm of money, these children have overcorrected.They grow up very fast, regardless of their temperament, height, and artistic accomplishment.

Everything is fine, but this is it... A strange qualitative change has taken place in the soul. These few people have always felt that the money from selling hopnuts is their own, and the money can be touched.

As for the income from music, such as checks and numbers in the bank, they belong to others.

When Chen Song came to them with the national bond issuance contract, they had just begun to talk, and these few people seemed to be throwing away their thoughts, throwing away the money without a penny left.

After Cai left, they became strangely happy.

But who would have imagined that the world would change after meeting their father and son in Zhongzhou, and they would become little burdens on Laosanxiang again, and others would have to worry about everything.

How much does it cost for these things, how much does it cost their father?

Deng Changnong and the others were heartbroken, and the psychological burden was heavy.

Qi Ren held a box, and gently knocked on the door with his knuckles.

He Mingchuan raised his face to look at the person, and he was greeted like he was rescued: "Brother Qi, it's so early? Where's your father? Look at them!"

Qi Ren laughed and teased: "When did you meet your grandfather at this hour?"

The master was lying with his eyes open, and he had to lie down before getting up after nine o'clock, otherwise it would be a waste of a day.

After speaking, he casually put the three boxes in his hand on the table, turned over and sat down.

He also crossed his legs, took out a flat metal cigarette case with bright color, took out one, lit it, and took a puff leisurely.

After puffing out a puff of smoke, Qi Ren couldn't help crying when he saw a few little guys looking at the servant in the room with patience, and looking at him as if asking for help.

Every day, as long as one person comes out of Laosanxiang, it must be a strange flower walking in the world.

Are they still in trouble?If it weren't for the fact that there is no one in Beiyan, a palace must have a court musician!

For the sake of face, Zhou Songchun and the others quietly gave those in Laosanxiang, and those who had anything to do with art were given honorary positions, the ones that were headed by the queen.

Isn't that honorary without payment of money?

Not to mention the reputation of Weiyang Palace, these three are also the pioneers of the school, and they are the artists of Beiyan. Why do you ask them to spend an extra penny, it is like killing them.

It's all agreed, this is a matter of the face of Beiyan's art system, and the state pays for it!Then they are reluctant, making clothes for them and buying social outfits for them is really like killing them.

"Enough, enough! If you don't live for a few days, you really don't need to bring so much!"

Deng Changnong couldn't bear it any longer, so he put his body on a suitcase and lay on his stomach. It was just a small matter of going to the art school for ten days, so what did he bring so much?These are enough to wear for a lifetime, and they are all so expensive, a shirt costs seven or eight pennies, so what if someone steals it?

Don't feel bad to death.

Holding a dozen folded shirts, the servant said to Deng Changnong in some embarrassment: "Sir, this is not your box, this is Mr. Lin's box."

Deng Changnong raised his head confidently and said loudly: "You can't dress him like this! Isn't this a waste of things?"

Lin Yuanchun was on the side, with the expression and tone that you really understand me, nodded repeatedly and said: "Yes, yes, yes! I can't wear these, it's a waste! Really, give it to our father, I can do it."

After finishing speaking, he quietly looked at Qi Ren, turned his head and whispered to the servant: "Are my old clothes washed?"

The lining of his coat is still new, the satin lining that Grandma He just gave him when he left home, and the top-quality lambskin is also stuffed inside the robe.

Grandpa Xue had a lambskin mattress and three high-end coats for them. What a pity to lose it.

Qi Ren laughed angrily, he raised his foot and kicked He Mingchuan who was nearby: "Why don't you do business all day long, and always miss your ragged jackets, it's been a few months, and you still wear lambskin jackets? It's not hot!"

He Mingchuan's eyes are round and round. Of the three of them, he is the only one with big round eyes and double eyelids, but he is not cute at all, just like the stingy rich man who took less rent in the old days.

He anxiously explained to Qi Ren: "Brother, it's not hot, our jacket is fine! Really, there are traps inside, specially designed for us by the old lady at home."

Lin Yuanchun, who was standing on the side, answered, "That's right, our jackets can be used as mattresses on the ground, and quilts on the body. It is warm in winter, and when the weather is not cold, the lambskin inside can be removed. , Hey~ It’s just a jacket.”

Qi Ren put his fist to his mouth and coughed a few times, he was convinced, and he didn't bother to argue with them about the ragged jacket with the mechanism.

After coughing, he waved his hand and said: "Can you not mention the jacket? Your father has someone put it away for you and sent it home. If you want to wear it, go back to Changhui to wear it! You can't even think about it in Zhongzhou up.

You are in Zhongzhou for a day, so let us Beiyan carry it decently, don't think about your jackets every day, you can't lose yours. "

He Mingchuan stared at the box in pain, walked up to Qi Ren and asked, "Really?"

Are you sure you didn't throw it away for us?

Qi Ren didn't even bother to answer this question, he pointed to the box on the table and said to them: "This is what your father asked me to send, one for each person, don't wear it all together, I've clearly marked each line for you .”

He Mingchuan yelled as if being pricked by a needle: "What, one share per person? Let our father waste money again, don't!"

These outsiders are so bad, they give their fathers this and that every day.

It's a gift, but it's not spending their father's money.

Others didn't know, but they knew best, those things were delivered in piles, and they were piled up in the grandfather's house.

Their father is so careful, two sets of old shirts are enough for a year.

These people are nothing at all, and sooner or later they will ruin their family business.

The young man was suddenly a little worried, and he was calculating in his heart, otherwise he would be more diligent and add a few more performances this year?

Qi Ren knew what these brats were thinking too well, he didn't bother to get angry with them now, so he pointed to the table and continued to instruct: "There are a few old Gelai watches in here, and some men's accessories. They don't cost any money. I got it from the cloakroom at home, your father said it was for you to wear clothes..."

The originally noisy room suddenly became strangely quiet.

Deng Changnong and the others all looked at Qi Ren as if they were about to die.

Back then, the first wrong step at the end of their lives started with a deadly robbery. Among the stolen goods was an old Gelai watch.

They were seriously ill, not to mention they couldn't hear the name Lao Gelai, they couldn't even hear the word watch!

As soon as I heard it, I trembled all over, and felt that my soul was repeatedly executed.

Although the debts have now been repaid and the money is increasing, they are inexplicably uncomfortable. It was not until they invested all their income in His Majesty the emperor that their illness improved.

When someone doesn't know the idea of ​​Chen Zhima rotten millet, Qi Ren continued to torture with a smile: "Your father said, where you fell, you will get up from where you fell. Old Gelai begins."

After saying this, Qi Ren lit his cigarette butt and stood up, took out three Qiangnar pens from his pocket, handed each of them one, and said with a smile: "This is me, and you, Brother Chen Song, Zhou Congratulations to the three of you who have finally entered the Kyushu higher art education system. This is also a good opportunity for you to realize your self-worth. I wish Zhengfan good luck and everything goes smoothly.”

After Qi Ren finished speaking, he suppressed a smile and left.

The three unlucky children were left in the room, holding pens and looking at each other.

The debts on the crooked road are not exhausted, and among those stolen goods, there is still a Chanel pen.

He Mingchuan fell on the sofa as if his soul had been taken away from his head, and he said weakly, "It would be nice if I were a dead person."

"kindness!"

It was an early morning in Zhongzhou City after continuous rain.

At around 08:30 in the morning, three high-end commercial vehicles drove out from the Royal Academy area, drove all the way to Section [-] of Tianjie, and stopped at the entrance of Runxiang Hutong for inspection.

Due to the bankruptcy of a large number of royal nobles, Zhou Songchun took the entire Runxiang Hutong's property into his own hands.

Therefore, now the entire six houses in Runxiang Hutong belong to Beiyan.

And because Yu Dongchi's status is different now, he is the emperor, and the Zhongzhou officials conveniently set up a guard squad here to show respect.

After a series of inspections, it was already nine o'clock in the morning, and the three commercial vehicles finally entered the newly built parking lot at the entrance of Runxiang Hutong.

41-year-old Cai Sixin opened the door and got out of the car with an extremely delicate mood.

He thought, in my life, I have finally stepped on the soil inside, and I really did not live in vain.

It was also a coincidence that a group of gray pigeons flew past with pigeon whistles in the sky, and the radio station in the car behind them, a melodious mezzo-soprano was broadcasting today's city life news in Zhongzhou.

The air is fresh, the sky is blue, the old walls are blue and the tiles are bright, and all the movement and movement combine to reveal the nutrients that the souls of old Zhongzhou people need, which are the annual rings of leisurely tranquility and long-term determination.

Cai Sixin is a native of Zhongzhou City. From his birth to the present, all his life orbits have been circling around this old Wangcheng.

He has the identity of working in the art unit of the royal prefix, and has the confidence of 180 years. However, he has been to Runxiang Hutong countless times, but every time he wanders outside the wall. He has always been absolutely curious about the houses inside. Xin, now I can come in and take a look.

Looking around, the parking lot is not big, it is an old yard that has been cleaned up. From the curved wall of the garden, it can be guessed that this place used to be the garden of some noble lady.

Now, all the buildings inside have been flattened, and on the flat concrete floor, there are three neat rows and thirty parking spaces.

This is Paradise Street, and others have such a big place, they would have to build a guild hall.

Even if you don't build anything, you can lend more than a billion yuan or even more to any bank if you mortgage it to any bank.

However, people turned this place into a parking lot.

Hey!This is really capricious, the distance between this person and others, counting from here, is beyond the reach of ten horse-drawn carts.

Seven or eight young students in neat sportswear got out of the car immediately. They didn't dare to say much, so they followed Cai Sixin and stood silently in two rows.

Cai Sixin's inner slander was only for a moment, and when the automatic car door closed behind him, he looked like I knew everything and had seen everything, and said in a very casual voice: "In a while, Don't look around and lose face of the school, the place under your feet is considered a foreign country in terms of diplomacy, you know?"

The student replied: "Got it, Director Cai."

Cai Sixin asked very seriously: "Deputy director!"

After finishing speaking, he explained with a strange expression: "Although I really want to be the chief director, but when I look back, the foreign teacher thinks that I can call the shots. If I order things that I can't do, it will be lost." The country is decent, remember, Cai, deputy director!"

The students laughed softly as they were young.

The school environment is always good, even if Deputy Director Cai is not a teacher, he has a special kindness towards the students.

In this way, Deputy Director Cai led the students all the way along the road signs, out of the parking lot and towards No. [-] Courtyard.

At this time, in the vestibule of No. 20 courtyard, Ding Weng was directing more than a dozen small servants, using slender, shiny, gold-plated copper hooks on the heads, to hang more than [-] bird cages under the eaves of the outer courtyard.

These birds are rare birds sent by others to entertain His Majesty these days. They all have a good voice, and their calls are as pleasant as clear springs flowing through fine stones.

However, His Majesty seemed to be more interested in ferocious short-haired animals, so these birds became his burden.

It's not easy to pass it on to someone else.

The servant took Cai Sixin and the students all the way to the reception room at the entrance.

Not long after, Ding Weng came in with a smile on his face, asked them to go through the formalities carefully, and then respectfully invited them to the guest courtyard.

Along the way, Cai Sixin and his students really have eyes.This royal family is the royal family, look at the flowers and plants along the way.

The high-quality orchids that other people want to put in a conspicuous place in the living room grow in random patches in other people's gardens.

Common people raise cats, but others raise leopards?

Cai Sixin stared at a roof with trembling eyes.

A black leopard with smooth and reflective fur was lying on the roof, looking at them with an interested expression on its neck.

Ding Weng had a headache and looked around, but he couldn't find anyone to take the beast away, so he turned around apologetically and said, "Gentlemen, don't worry, the animals in this yard are very well-behaved and won't attack people."

However, everyone didn't believe it, and they were already trembling silently.

Ding Weng wanted to enter the guest room, but his sleeve was firmly held in his hand.

There was really no other way, so Ding Weng could only yell in the yard: "Mr. He! Mr. Lin! The person who picked you up has arrived!"

Not long after, a young man wearing a light bamboo blue casual jacket and a moon white handmade thin sweater walked out of the room quickly.

This man has neat short hair, thin eyebrows and fine eyes, and his facial features are all light and delicate, and he looks a little handsome.

When Deputy Director Cai and the others saw this person, they were collectively excited.

This person knows!The most admired and obsessed young people nowadays is Master Lin Yuanchun who pioneered a school of music.

When Master Lin came out, he wanted to say something when he saw the person coming, but he seemed to think of something, so he closed his mouth, stood there and nodded with a smile.

He couldn't come, and Ding Weng couldn't, so he pointed to the roof and said, "Mr. Lin, look."

Seeing their frightened and strange expressions, Lin Yuanchun walked down the three steps and looked up, but it was the black leopard brought by His Highness.

This guy is a coward, every time he loses a fight in the back, he hides on their eaves to show his sadness.

After Lin Yuanchun finished watching, he turned to Deputy Director Cai and said, "It's okay, it doesn't bite."

Lin Yuanchun's voice had the effect of a subwoofer, maybe he admired it. From the moment he spoke, Ding Weng felt that the people behind him began to tremble.

He still murmured in his heart, these few reflex arcs were long enough, so he started to be afraid.

Perhaps it is idol power, Ding Weng has finally been liberated.

He smoothed his sleeves and tidied himself up before formally introducing Lin Yuanchun: "Mr. Lin, these people are sent by the Art Association to pick you up."

After he finished his introduction, Cai Sixin respectfully took out his business card from his pocket, put it in front of Lin Yuanchun with both hands, and said, "Mr. Lin, my name is Cai Sixin. I work in the logistics of the Royal Higher Art School. , the staff who serve you in your daily life.”

Lin Yuanchun was often called a teacher in Changhui, and now he is used to this title.

He accepted the business card, nodded, and led this group of slightly excited people into the room.

Not long after, Ding Weng, who was standing in the yard staring at the black panther and continued to be vigilant, saw that the three people in the yard had finally come out decently.

Should it be like this a long time ago? No matter how much you say, people who are away from home must always work decently.

The faces of those students blushed with excitement. They pushed huge suitcases and happily followed behind the idol.

And the one standing in front of Lin Yuanchun and the others who was leading the way was also half-bending, calling out to the teacher respectfully.

And this time.

Outside the auditorium of the Royal First Academy of Fine Arts, thousands of candidates and thousands of parents gathered here.

Although today is not an exam day, but just a lottery day for registration, a large number of people gathered there, and the scene was as lively as a hundred vegetable markets.

In Kyushu, all walks of life have to obtain qualifications. Among all the qualification certificates, the art field is the most difficult to obtain. However, the art field is also the category with the highest income and the most detached social status.

In addition to Kyushu's shortcomings in art, the state attaches great importance to supporting it. Every year, apprentices from art colleges and universities enter the industry and obtain junior qualifications. This evaluation and review process is also the most complicated.

Except in the traditional sense, those traditional folk art schools with inheritance pedigree, apprentices can easily pass the apprenticeship period.

But ordinary people, those art students, must cross this threshold.

In order to prevent fraud, and for the sake of fairness, Kyushu art qualification entrance examination has always implemented a mobile exchange review system.

That is to say, art teachers in their own country are not allowed to review the qualifications of art students in their own country. They draw lots by machine and exchange reviews.

Even, in order to reflect complete fairness, once the reviewing teachers enter the judging time, they must be concentrated in a certain area until the review is completed.

Therefore, the students outside the auditorium of the No. [-] Higher Art School gathered together with candidates from Zhongzhou City and the three nearby Higher Art Schools.

After all, there are very few teachers who are qualified to be judges.

This is still a lottery today, and starting tomorrow, there will be tens of thousands of people crowded outside here every day.Art apprentices, parents of apprentices, people related to major entertainment industries, such as scouts, and random interviews with various media.

Meng Xiaojing stayed up late last night in the filming crew, and today is a little late. She is always good at being a human being. She has one face in front of her colleagues and another in front of her classmates. Because of her good disguise, she has won the friendship of many pure friends. .

"Jinger! Jinger~Meng Jinger! Here, here!"

A girl with braids waved her arms vigorously, bouncing and calling Meng Xiaojing's new name.

Meng Jinger.

Meng Xiaojing finally found her classmate, exhaled slowly, showed a big smile, and trotted over.

In front of her classmates, all the impressions she showed were not pretending to be weak, but pretending to be hardworking, tough, brave, mature, and a big sister.

She ran in front of her classmates and called out their names in a row. Naturally, after standing still, she took out a lot of autographed books from the backpack behind her and handed them out one by one. Amidst the cheers of the classmates, she finally In a helpless and pampering tone, he said:

"You guys! It's really killing me. Yesterday I left the show after nine o'clock, and I signed these books. Hey~ I just helped carry the props in the logistics team all night, and begged for a long time with the assistant. I just asked for these autographs. Ancestors, I really owe you, so hurry up and take it! You can be regarded as fulfilling your wish, but I haven’t eaten breakfast, and I haven’t put on makeup. I gave up a few packs of high-end cigarettes and went out..."

The students were grateful and contributed their own water, their own snacks, their own high-end cosmetics, and the small benches they brought for queuing.

Meng Xiaojing was surrounded by everyone and sat on a small bench, eating snacks and drinking branded high-grade pure water. While chewing, she talked to her classmates about the "crazy things" of the crew. The silly child who has seen what the world has seen bursts into exclamation.

As a matter of fact, it is not difficult to ask for one and a half of the so-called star signatures if you are in a crew.

Some people are born with the ability to drift and take root in the world.

Meng Xiaojing is such a person, she can always find the most correct position to integrate in an unfamiliar environment.

She took a stack of photos with celebrities from her schoolbag and distributed them to the group of students, which aroused some envy.

"Huanhuan, you don't know, when your Pei Lecheng came out last night, his aura! His line skills! It's... It's indescribable. When he speaks, he is the center of the world. You can only see him People, I thought at the time, hmph, he is indeed the person my family likes."

Huanhuan is the braided girl. She was trembling with excitement, shaking her head like a bug and said, "Yes, yes... yes, yes, ah, how can it be so good? Oh, Jing'er, I'm so envious You! If I were you, it would be great if I dared to go out to find the crew by myself, dare to do everything you want to do, no matter what, I want to defect, Jinger, if you are a man, I will definitely form a contract with you!"

Meng Xiaojing, who was half doting and half handsome, flicked Huanhuan's forehead, and taunted herself in a helpless tone: "Don't be me, look at my hands, look at my arms..."

She showed her callused palms and her slit arms and said sincerely: "Huanhuan, don't be me, you, you are suitable for a carefree and happy life.

Weeds like me can grow randomly in wild wasteland, look, I look like the hand of an art apprentice..."

As Meng Xiaojing spoke, she glanced out of the corner of her eye, and saw that several students who had received their signatures were withdrawing money from their wallets.

That's right, she spent all her money buying cigarettes just to sign her autograph.

They thought they were keeping secrets, rolled up the bills into a roll, and secretly covered each other, and put the money in Meng Xiaojing's backpack on the ground.

The corner of Meng Xiaojing's mouth curled into a smile, and she raised her head to drink water.

She saw a group of pigeons flying across her sky, and she thought, I have finally come here, no matter how hard the world has given me, I have come here too!