The shooting of the commercial was completed in one day, which was indeed a bit beyond Zhong Yue's expectations. Originally, the candidate for the graphic promotional photo had been delayed for several days, so when Liu An proposed to shoot a short film, Zhong Yue felt that it would take at least a week to complete it, but inexplicably he was pulled to be the male lead and had a fight with his acting skills. He was really confused.

Huang Youwei was still taking off her makeup, and Zhong Yue came out first.

"Brother Yue, you will become a hit in the future!"

"Just the bad idea you came up with."

Director Jerry came over, "Mr. Zhong, Mr. Ouyang, let's go have a meal together. After the meal, we will discuss what will happen later. I am sure that once this promotional video comes out, it will inevitably set off a craze of ancient style."

"Haha. It depends on your ability. We don't expect to be popular all over the country. If the publicity is properly promoted, the market will be expanded. At that time, you will naturally be rewarded with Director Liu."

"Haha, it's easy to say, let's go to have a meal first."

Zhong Yue looked at the changing room and said, "Aming, please accompany Director Liu to have a meal, choose a high-end place and treat it well. Youwei and I have something to do."

Ouyang Ming looked at people with yellow eyes, everything was yellow and dirty, "Brother Yue, be careful. It's daytime now, don't..."

"Ha ha……"

Jerry and Ouyang Ming laughed together. The greasy middle-aged man seemed to have found a fellow man and left with Ouyang Ming talking and laughing.

Zhong Yue looked at the backs of the two people and shook his head with a smile. This person... was thinking about something messy in his mind.

"Why are you still here? I said, I won't go to have a meal."

Zhong Yue turned around and saw Huang Youwei who had already removed her makeup after changing her clothes.

This girl who seems to be three years younger than him, yes, can only be called girls, because the term woman is not suitable for use on Huang Youwei. Huang Youwei, who took off her makeup, even felt that it was cleaner and more beautiful than just putting on makeup.

The lotus comes out of clear water and is naturally decorated.

Zhong Yue was briefly lost his mind and his eyes closed, "Oh, no. I'll send you back."

"Need not."

"Your grandpa brought you here?"

"kindness."

Although Zhong Yue didn't want to have any interaction with Huang Sanjia, he could only find an excuse at this time and said: "I promised the third master before, saying that I wanted to exchange fine brushwork. Recently, I came to Shanghai to study Chinese painting. I have some experience, so I want to meet the third master."

Huang Youwei looked up at Zhong Yue, and walked out of the studio without saying a word.

Zhong Yue followed.

"Why did you come and shoot an advertisement for me?"

"I said it's a favor to you. Grandpa asked you to teach Chinese painting, and I know you don't want to."

“…”

"Grandpa has never harmed anyone."

Zhong Yue continued to remain silent. The eldest brother's hand was not covered with blood, what about the younger brother behind him? He did not comment on whether Huang Sanjia was a good person, including sitting in front of the city god and blocking the soldiers from smashing the statue of the god. Some things are all based on one mouth, but what he can be sure of is that Huang Sanjia is not a good person.

"Have you learned to perform? I just saw that you were very natural when shooting?" Zhong Yue changed the topic so that he would not be unhappy if he continued to talk.

Huang Youwei said, "I haven't learned it. Do you still need to learn it? Living in a world of martial arts, talking to people and talking to ghosts, this is what my grandfather taught me since he was a child."

Zhong Yue pulled the corner of his mouth. He didn't have much contact with Huang Youwei before. After hearing this, Zhong Yue felt a terrified behind this. What kind of family realm is this? Even Zhong Yue, who grew up in a single-parent family, grew up normally under the loving care of his father. Unexpectedly, she...

"You can't eat anything outside, so you go back and cook it yourself?"

Huang Youwei looked at Zhong Yue and said calmly: "Invigorate nutrient solution."

“…”

The car tried and the window was pulled down, "Miss, this person is..."

"He is grandpa's teacher."

"The teacher dares not be a sir. I am the third master... Uh, a friend of the painting."

The two of them sat in the car, and Huang Youwei sat in the back seat, but obviously, she didn't seem to like others sitting in the same row with her, because after Zhong Yue opened the car door for her, she sat on the nearest side and did not mean to move one inside.

Zhong Yue was not familiar with her, but this time he did this great favor. He had made an agreement with Huang Sanjia before. If he avoided it silently now, he would have a ghost in his heart.

He sat in the passenger seat and the car drove out of the parking space.

...

...

This time, Huang Sanli brought his granddaughter here, but the place where he lived was in a farm in the suburbs of Shanghai. The car ran on the viaduct for more than an hour, and it almost made Zhong Yue fall asleep. Finally, he arrived at his destination around five o'clock.

After autumn, the day becomes shorter and darker after five o'clock.

Zhong Yue followed Huang Youwei into the farm.

"How many people did the Third Master bring here?"

"It's just me and grandpa, and the driver."

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows. It seemed that Huang Sanjia really didn't have the style of a big shot. Otherwise, according to the Yuanhua Hotel, it would be necessary to bring dozens of people, at least a dozen men.

"Zhong Yue?" Huang Sanli was sitting with another old man in the farm and drinking tea. When he saw the young man from Huizhou, he showed a hint of surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Youwei and I happened to meet each other, so we asked Mr. San if he came to Shanghai. I heard that he had come, so I followed him shamelessly. I promised Mr. San that he would exchange techniques for Chinese painting with each other, but at that time, he came to Shanghai to go to university, so he put it aside."

"Haha, I thought you forgot. I didn't feel at ease. Since you came here in person this time, it's okay. Lao Chao, this is the descendant of Zhong Yao that I told you before."

The old man standing up and looked up and down, and smiled, "I know. I'm a genius in calligraphy. I've been making a lot of noise in Shanghai a while ago."

"Oh? I mentioned him to you just now, why didn't you say that?"

The old man put down the teacup and said, "I thought you and I were not talking about the same person. You said that he is very good at Chinese painting, but as far as I know, Mr. Zhong specializes in calligraphy?"

Zhong Yue smiled faintly, "It involves some things, understand a little bit."

Huang Sanjia's eyelids twitched. This self-worthy one is a bit pretentious...

Huang Youwei, who was standing beside her, looked expressionless. Seeing that Zhong Yue and his grandfather were not tense, she turned around and walked into the room. Huang Sanjia glanced at the back of her granddaughter and didn't say anything, "Since you understand a little, Lao Chao is also a person who can write and paint. Why don't you give me some advice?"

"I'm afraid that Mr. Zhong is arrogant and looks down on us old rural farmers. After all, Mr. Zhong is a capable man who defeated Xiao Kai Wang." Although the old man was praising Zhong Yue, he didn't seem to have any surprise expression from his face and expression.

Zhong Yue knew that Huang Sanjia would not be aimless, so he said, "No, no, no, I am still a student. How could I ask for advice humbly like the old man you said? This is the character that a student should have. Please give me more advice. After chatting for so long, I still don't know what your name is?"

"Chao Chunyang."
Chapter completed!