The day before the release, Lao Gong lost his memory

After letting himself go recently, Jiang Heng, who has gained some flesh, stabilized his body, put down the legs hanging from the ladder, and stood up straight with the help of Li Jun.He was a little embarrassed, if Li Jun hadn't hugged him in time, two of his front teeth would have been knocked out.

A moment of silence did not stop them from their work. Jiang Heng handed Li Jun the painting that was about to be hung in the room, and he climbed up to the third floor with a ladder. Liang Zhiyuan had already closed the door of the unoccupied room. It's open, they just go in.

In front of the camera, Li Jun, as if he hadn’t remembered the fall just now, uncovered one of the paintings and asked Jiang Heng, “Where does this chrysanthemum hang?” What he just opened was a chrysanthemum stuck in a white Paintings of vases look soulless, but in reality, few people understand painting. Who knows what Jiang Heng was thinking when painting. Anyway, it’s just like that. At first glance, it’s still pretty. If you don’t pursue the spiritual level In the above sense, this painting is enough.

After all, Jiang Heng has the aura of a film king. Even a pair of worn-out stinky socks may have fans who are willing to collect them. If the painting is hung in the inn, just a signature can add a lot of color and value to the inn.

Jiang Heng asked Li Jun, "Do you have any suggestions?"

Li Jun shook his head: "I'll listen to the boss." He doesn't have much artistic talent, so he won't show off in front of Jiang Heng.

Jiang Hengxin said, you haven't heard of me since the filming of the show started.

It was rare for Li Jun to be obedient, so Jiang Heng began to look at the room types on the third floor. In fact, he already had a general idea on the first day he came here.

No matter which direction the oil painting can be hung, he decided to take the conventional route and just hang it on the blank wall, which can be regarded as adding color.

Anyway, whatever.

Jiang Heng is 1.8 meters tall, and he doesn’t need a ladder to hang a picture. He just nails the picture into the wall, and Li Jun assists him in holding the picture frame. The cooperation between the two is unprecedented, as long as Jiang Heng says No matter how much it moves to which side, Li Jun can move it according to his idea in the next second, and the work efficiency is extremely high.

The two people who worked together very quickly finished hanging the paintings in the room on the third floor. On the third floor, they heard Liang Zhiyuan and Lin Lishu arguing about which location was better.

Both Jiang Heng and Li Jun had no intention of participating in their war. When passing by the second floor, they chose to be deaf.

Li Jun asked Jiang Heng: "The restaurant is not closed yet, right?"

Jiang Heng: "Not yet, let's go down, the painting is already below."

This time it was Li Jun's turn to carry the ladder, while Jiang Heng carried the toolbox.

When they came down, He Wanxing and the new guest Luo Cheng were sitting in the restaurant chatting, and they didn't know what they were talking about. The two of them were quite happy. Seeing them coming down from the second floor, Luo Cheng asked if they needed help.

Li Jun said: "Thank you, we can handle it, you continue."

Of course, He Wanxing couldn't continue chatting, but she would look for it, and she knew at a glance that the picture frame in the corner was the picture they wanted to hang up, so she opened it directly.

"Huh? This painting is so beautiful."

Luo Cheng and Li Jun lowered their heads to appreciate the painting He Wanxing was talking about. Jiang Heng stood in front of Li Jun and did not see the contents of the painting.

When Li Jun saw the contents of the painting, he was slightly stunned, and turned to look at Jiang Heng, with some doubts in his eyes, but he didn't know how to ask. After all, Jiang Heng in front of him had no memory of being with him, so it was useless to ask. ask.

We all know that Jiang Heng can paint oil paintings. It is written on his search engine encyclopedia. Of course He Wanxing knows it too, so she turned to Jiang Heng and asked, "Mr. It’s delicious.”

Jiang Heng felt something was wrong when he heard this: "What beauty is delicious?" Didn't he draw a plate of colorful fruits?Bananas, pears, apples, grapes, etc.

He Wanxing raised the painting in his hand: "Here, this one, Mr. Jiang, didn't you really draw it for your own photo?"

Luo Cheng also stared at Jiang Heng with burning eyes, writing all over his face: I didn't expect my idol to be so narcissistic in private, it's a bit different!

When Jiang Heng saw this painting, the toolbox in his hand almost fell to the ground. His first reaction was to look at Li Jun, who turned his face to look at the cup on the dining table, and finally landed on the painting.Jiang Heng knew from his movements that what was painted on the painting was himself, it was, it was, it was...he didn't know who it was!

Jiang Heng snatched the painting from He Wanxing's hand: "It seems that when they took the painting from my house, they took it wrong."

He Wanxing felt sorry: "Mr. Jiang, don't take this painting back. It would be nice to put it in the restaurant, and it will be delicious in the future."

Jiang Heng responded coldly: "Think beautifully."

He Wanxing begged: "Give me one more look, Teacher Jiang's half-naked photos, I can't usually see them!"

In fact, Jiang Heng wanted to say that the painting was not about him at all, but he couldn't remember when he drew it.

Jiang Heng picked up the cloth that fell on the ground and covered the painting. The cameraman at the side thought that the painting had been photographed, and it was useless to cover it up. Soon, people all over the country knew that Mr. Jiang had painted a beautiful and delicious painting for himself. Although it is only a half-naked self-portrait, it is enough for movie fans to lick their screens for a long time.

Jiang Heng was unable to explain such a misunderstanding, and Li Jun was even more unclear.After Jiang Heng lost his memory, he went back to live in his own house. This painting must have been painted before living with him, which means that he either painted himself or someone else.

Who is the person in the painting is currently a mystery. The program team regards it as Jiang Heng's self-portrait. Li Jun doesn't know who Jiang Heng painted, and he feels very uncomfortable. It seems that he still didn't bite hard enough in the morning.

Jiang Heng covered the painting and said to them: "Since one painting is missing, the restaurant will not let it go for the time being. It will be meaningful to make us a photo wall later."

He Wanxing was still staring at the painting in Jiang Heng's hand: "But I think no matter how many photos we put up, the effect will not be as shocking as the one in your hand. Maybe relying on it, our house prices can go up even more."

Jiang Heng cast a glance at He Wanxing.

Luo Cheng held up his mobile phone and said, "Idol, can you let me take a picture."

Jiang Heng replied to him: "Don't join in the fun, just enjoy your vacation."

The moment he turned around, he noticed that Li Jun's eyes dimmed, his heart began to beat, and the small wound on his mouth was painful. Could it be that the person in this painting is not Li Jun, so can we have dinner tonight?

Jiang Heng didn't know who the person in the painting was, so it was absolutely right to put the painting away first.When he came out again, Li Jun had already grabbed a straw hat and went outside to weed the grass. He Wanxing took over from Liang Zhiyuan and received a call from a female guest who arrived in the afternoon, saying that she would be there soon. Jiang Heng took He Wanxing out to meet her.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the whole body was about to evaporate under the sun. Yesterday's news also said that the temperature this year was higher than in previous years. Jiang Heng thought that the record might be broken tomorrow, and the increase in global temperature is not something that only happened this year.

When Jiang Heng went out to pick up people, he said to Li Jun: "It's not too late at four o'clock, it's too hot now, don't suffer from heat stroke."

Li Jun raised the hoe in one hand, and put on the brim of a straw hat with the other, and looked at him without saying a word, Jiang Heng was so stared at him that he felt guilty.

"Okay, I won't carry you in if you have heatstroke."

Li Jun threw his hoe on the grass and said, "Mr. Jiang, it's not certain who will carry it."

Jiang Heng couldn't help recalling the scene of being hugged just now, why did this person carry him again: "Follow me to pick him up first, girls must have a lot of boxes."

Li Junxin said, how can it be possible for ordinary girls to be like celebrities, who only have two or three suitcases when they go out.However, because Jiang Heng took the initiative to talk to him, he put down the hoe first.

The guest who came took the car of the program group. Just as Li Jun thought, this girl who just arrived really only has one suitcase.

Jiang Heng saw the girl's figure and appearance, and felt a little sorry for Lin Lishu. He said in the morning that she was a very beautiful girl. According to the current standard for boys to choose a girlfriend, she should be slim no matter what, with a delicate picture. The oval face, watery and talking eyes, small cherry mouth and other conditions.

But the girl in front of me is more than 1.7 meters five and weighs more than 160. No matter how you look at it, she is not the first choice in the eyes of boys. Jiang Heng doesn't care whether the person is good-looking or not. No one has a beautiful face every day. Tang Dynasty It is also popular to regard fat as beauty, maybe this girl has an unusual fate.

The girl introduced herself. She not only looks ordinary, but also has an ordinary name, Zhang Xuemei.

Li Jun didn't have as many ideas as Jiang Heng, and even exaggerated Zhang Xuemei's name: "Mei Xu is three points inferior to Xue, but Xue is inferior to Mei Duanxiang. The name your parents gave you is quite interesting."

Zhang Xuemei laughed very happily after being praised: "My parents are not educated, if they know my name and can explain it in poetry, they must be very happy."

Jiang Heng couldn't help complaining about Li Jun in his heart, it's just an ordinary name, nonsense!

But every girl likes to hear good words, even if they know that the words are polite, but these are not important, they are very happy when someone praises them.It is said that there is a program in Japan, a girl who usually seems to have no energy, after being praised by a handsome guy for [-] days, the whole person changes drastically, as if she is a completely different person.

In fact, Zhang Xuemei also wanted to have a good talk with Jiang Heng, but Jiang Heng had a cold face, although he was a movie fan, he still had reason, and just watched silently from a distance.

Li Jun immediately won Zhang Xuemei's favor. The two chatted for a while and learned about Zhang Xuemei's occupation. It turned out that the paper-cutting tools they bought in the morning were all for her. It was probably the intention of the program group to borrow her handicraft for decoration. Check out this inn.

Zhang Xuemei successfully moved into Huang Xinrui's original room, but it was inconvenient for Li Jun to go in, so He Wanxing led her there. At this time, Boss Jiang took Li Jun's place and started weeding.

After Li Jun sent Zhang Xuemei into the house, he also came out.

The two squatted outside, one was pulling weeds with bare hands, the other was hoeing the soil, both were silent.

1 minute passed, the two did not speak; 3 minutes passed, the eyes of the two did not meet; 5 minutes later, Jiang Heng did not hold back, and raised his head and asked Li Jun: "Why don't you wear gloves?" What about dinner?

After being reminded by him, Li Jun took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, put them on slowly, and asked Jiang Heng softly: "Mr. Jiang, I'm a little curious, who is that painting?"

Jiang Heng felt that Li Jun was putting on his gloves slowly, as if he was about to tear him into pieces. He swallowed, and said to himself: I want to say, I don’t know who the picture is, you, do you believe it? ?