"To be honest, I am nostalgic... In some ways, the character Yu Ge is a little too unethical..."
The huge black beast slowly drove out of the courtyard with a rare serious expression. While driving, Shao Qing communicated with Weng Huaijing, who was sitting in the back seat with his head down, through the rearview mirror of the car.
"Unethical? Sister Qing, you were actually right...after all..."
Looking up calmly, Weng Huaijing said solemnly: "One of our most common virtues is to accept our own misfortune..."
"It comes from "Love in the Time of Cholera" by García Márquez. I guessed it right...so his metaphor this time is saying..."
Proudly stroking the leather steering wheel, Shao Qing, a true literary and artistic young man, smiled charmingly and unrestrainedly. She opened her mouth with a golden sentence from the same source: "An honest lifestyle is actually to act according to the wishes of your body. Eat when you are hungry. Love
You don’t have to lie when you do something.”
"A difference of a millimeter can make a difference of a thousand miles..."
To Shao Qing's surprise, Professor Weng, who was alone in the back row, was graceful and graceful, with a quiet demeanor and a leisurely body. Even his sitting posture was still elegant, and his eyes through the rearview mirror of the car were also candid.
"It's impossible...it's clearly in the split-shot script...scene 119, medium shot with fixed host position, two-person shot: He is so close to her, he can even hear her every breath and smell the fragrance of her body..."
Shao Qing, who has an excellent memory, maintained the slow speed of the car. She talked to herself like Xianglin's wife: "The reason why Yan Qing hides her head and hides her head is because she wants to say the second half of "Love in the Time of Cholera": For the rest of my life.
Over the years, he relied on this fragrance to identify her."
"Over-interpretation..."
The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and Weng Huaijing stiffly imitated someone and changed the subject: "Pei Pei, did you give her all the books?"
Zhou Peipei, who was shivering and hiding in the passenger seat, and who was not sure why the two sisters were having sex, reacted quickly: "I gave them all to Sister Miao, including the book "Evolution" you gave me, Sister Jier."
"Haha~ No matter how many times you laugh, it's not enough. Xiaomei wants to systematically study the undergraduate course in brokerage management, so she asked Peipei to borrow a book... It's not my fault. If someone wants to give this kind of book to a love rival... then the hatred level will definitely be full...
"
After failing to solve the puzzle, Shao Qing didn't hesitate. After making some regular complaints about Weng Huai's admiration, she started to speed up suddenly and squeezed the car onto the North Second Ring Road.
"Love is not just a game between reason and emotion, it also gives people the motivation to self-sublimate and evolve into a better self. I hope you will be treated gently by this world."
With her heart swaying, Weng Huai looked out the window longingly. All she could see was what she looked like six years ago when she was twenty-one years old.
…
"Brother Qing, please just come over for dinner. I have arranged everything properly... Luo Xuyang, Zhang Rui, your teacher Qian's family, the couple have been memorizing lines here at around one o'clock in the afternoon..."
The performance of the old mobile phone is still stable, and the voice of Qian Dejun, deputy dean of the Imperial University of Humanities and Arts, sounds thick and powerful on the receiver.
"Teacher Qian..."
Yan Qing, who was still in a daze, was about to say a few words of thanks first, and then take a closer look. Unexpectedly, Qian Dejun on the other end of the phone grabbed her and said, "Yes, Tip said I haven't seen you for a long time, so I called her over too."
…The only thing that’s missing is that you didn’t arrive, yo, and you asked me to go pick some garlic… Then I’ll leave it, see you later!”
"Beep, beep, beep..."
"Xiao Fei, he or she?"
Standing at the door of the small courtyard of the office building holding the hung up cell phone, Yan Qing, who had just watched Weng Huaijing leave lovingly, felt as if he had fallen from heaven to hell in an instant. He was confused for a while:
"No, wait a minute, you didn't even give me a chance to test it out? The key is, I don't know where you live, Teacher Qian..."
"Brother Qing'er, come back early, Lao Zhang and I are going home first~"
There was a pile of books and materials at Miao Miao's feet. She looked at Yan Qing with concern and muttered in a soft voice: "Is the one thousand in cash you carry with you enough?"
Flicking through the book, Zhang Yameng imitated a baby voice and added: "Brother Qing'er, boys must pay attention to safety when they are outside alone~"
The two of them had already ordered a car. Miao Miao once again took on the role of production coordinator. In the afternoon, she told Yan Qing that she could not accompany them to Qian Dejun's house. Coordinator Miao and Lao Zhang had to go back to the studio early to catch up on work.
Because the script of "Moonlight" was created in a hurry, a lot of paper work such as the specific shooting management plan, scene list of the whole play, scene statistics, personnel statistics list, etc. have not been completed yet.
"That's enough, don't worry."
He replied to Miao Miao nonchalantly, and Yan Qing secretly complained in his heart: "It's so difficult for me...how should I speak..."
He hesitated, but Miao Miao's car had already arrived.
After moving the information books into the trunk, Yan Qing held up his mobile phone and braced himself to ask Miao Miao, who was already sitting in the car, for help: "Xiao Miao..."
The angel-like Zhang Yameng saved him: "This happens to be the first off-peak shift time in the imperial capital. Brother Qing may have to wait for a long time to take a taxi... How about..."
"That's right. Brother Qing can only call for a taxi, so I'll do it."
Glancing at the driver, Miao Miao took out her mobile phone under Yan Qing's slightly earnest gaze.
…
"Hey, isn't it Yan Qing? Why did you go to work at this point? No. 12, Xiaogege Alley, isn't it the back door of the Imperial Theater?"
Yan Qing could tell from his accent that the special car driver Miao Miao called was a Tianjin native, and his ability to talk could be regarded as a racial talent. He smiled and replied: "Hey, it's a holiday now, master, don't you know...my company will be doing this right now"
Moving to California?"
"How could you not know that? However, the administrative department of your art department is still working at No. 22 Wangfujing Street for the time being..."
The driver of the special car handed a bottle of mineral water to Yan Qing in the back seat, and he answered with a smile.
Yan Qing, who still didn’t know which neighborhood or building Qian Dejun’s family was in, said with admiration: “You are really a clean slate...”
The driver of the private car grinned: "Of course, I am an old fan of your arts and crafts. Hey, it will make him feel very uncomfortable if he has no drama during this period."
Yan Qing was a little disappointed, but he didn't give up and asked tentatively: "Guess where I will go if I don't go to work?"
"That's it? Doesn't it say on your address...No. 12, Xiaogege Alley..."
After starting the car, the master glanced at his cell phone and said, "If you are not going to Renyi, then of course you are going to Xiaoge Hutong Community, the welfare housing community of Renyi in those days."
Yan Qing was so excited that he boasted: "Your surname is Di, and your name is Renjie."
The driver shook his head and replied: "Don't mention it, we don't need your surname to be Yang."
It took half an hour to drive eight kilometers, and Yan Qing chatted with Master Yang all the way.
After getting off the bus, Yan Qing opened the north gate and entered the community. Looking at the six-story buildings with orange-red exterior walls in front of him, he made a plan and quickly walked into a convenience store in the community.
"Teacher Qian, I was thinking of bringing some fruit and milk, but I accidentally bought a little too much. Can you think of it... Yes, this Lianhua Express at the north gate of the community... Junior Sister... it's great."
Yan Qing held his cell phone under his head, took the change from the clerk and stuffed it into his sweater pocket. He felt happy but confused at the same time.
Fortunately, the community really found the right one; at a loss, Qian Dejun said on the phone that your junior sister had already rushed downstairs.
"It's really too dangerous to go out... Junior sister, junior sister from the Huaguo Drama Academy? The little fei that Teacher Qian mentioned on the phone before should be the surname Fei."
"Brother Qing!"
Yan Qing was not given much time to speculate, and soon a girl wearing a modified Hanfu with fluttering skirts and a Song Dynasty lady's fringed bun came to him with a smile.
"Is this daily service or is it just coming off the show? What should I call the cheap junior sister who suddenly appeared? I'm so confused..."
He bent down and took all the big and small bags into his arms, and tentatively replied in a tone that was neither strong nor light: "Junior Sister Fei, long time no see."
"I used to ask Little Goldfish to make out with me during rehearsals at the North Theater. As soon as I graduated, I changed my name to Junior Sister Yu... After not seeing each other for half a year, I changed it to just saying Junior Sister Fei..."
The Hanfu girl's eyes were shining, and she complained in a faint tone about Yan Qing's salty address to her: "If Fei Jingyu and I marry Niu Han in two years...Brother Qing, wouldn't you want to..."
"It seems like a simple relationship between senior fellow students, but why do I love giving people nicknames so much?"
Yan Qing smiled and continued: "Please ask Mrs. Niu to lead the way..."