Qian Yaya took her things, thanked her aunt's student who had been with her behind the scenes all day today, and jumped in the door.
When Qian Yisheng heard the sound of the door opening, he turned around as he was about to walk to the study, and walked toward the entrance hall with a cup in hand.
"I'm home!"
Qian Yaya was kicking off her shoes and lowered her head to change them when she was startled by a sudden voice behind her, "Auntie, you can't walk without making a sound!"
"Sorry." Qian Yisheng patted his niece on the back, turned around and saw the extra things on the entrance cabinet.
"What's this?"
"I made the ink sticks myself." When she was in the studio, Qian Yaya saw Jiang Lingxi buying a few small boxes to hold the ink sticks, so she followed suit.
Since it is a gift, it must be packaged more formally.
"To my aunt, aren't the ink sticks you used to practice calligraphy running out? These are just for refills. It's my first time doing it, so maybe I didn't do it very well."
Qian Yicheng looked at the small box handed to him, and his heart felt warm.
Putting down the cup, he reached out and rubbed his niece's head, "Okay, we Yaya have really grown up and we all know how to be filial to our aunt!"
She took the box and said, "It doesn't matter if it's not done well." She opened it and saw the ink strips inside that were still a little white under the light. She paused and said, "It's what you meant after all."
She had no intention of collecting some of them, but now that she saw the real thing, she might as well collect them all.
"What is this?" Seeing a piece of rolled up rice paper on the cabinet, she stretched out her hand to get it, "If you are doing it on the show? You can take it home yourself!"
"Wait a minute!" An alarm bell rang in Qian Yaya's heart. She wanted to take the rice paper away without thinking, but she was still a step too late.
Qian Yisheng glared at her angrily, opened the rice paper and complained: "I haven't seen any of your works since you were a child. I didn't even laugh at you when you painted a swan into a duck. What's wrong with you?"
Qian Yaya didn't dare to reach out and grab it. The rice paper was thinner than ordinary paper, and she was afraid of accidentally tearing it.
I could only watch the rice paper being opened.
"Huh? It's not a painting, it's a calligraphy. This character..." The rice paper was only half opened, and the writing on it was just exposed. Qian Yisheng recognized at a glance that it was not the calligraphy written by his niece, "It's really not good! "
Qian Yaya: "..."
She knew it!
My aunt is usually a good talker, but when it comes to her profession, she is as sharp as she can be.
It is not uncommon for him to cry about his students.
The paper was all unfolded, "What does it say? Fresh clothes and angry horses, living up to one's youth, giving money to Yaya, Jing Huai? Is it the star you like? Is this written by him? Don't tell me that this is Yuan Show your body!"
Qian Yisheng's face became serious, and he rarely called his niece by her first and last name, "Qian Yaya, you are insulting my profession!"
Qian Yaya wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained angrily: "He actually told me in advance that Yuan Zhao's physical training was not very good. I didn't expect him to mean that he didn't practice very well." It's not very good, I thought he was being modest."
Until she wrote it and saw it, she was almost dumbfounded on the spot.
She has met most of her aunt's students, and it goes without saying that they are good at calligraphy. Although she herself does not focus on Yuan Zhao style, mainly because her writing skills are not up to par, and in her aunt's words, she is not qualified to practice Yuan Zhao style, but she still has the ability to appreciate it under the influence of her ears and eyes over the years.
She really couldn't say without conscience that this character written by Jing Huai was Yuan Zhao style!
But I begged my idol to write this, so I can’t dislike it in front of the camera.
Originally I just wanted to take it back and hide it secretly, but I never thought that my aunt would see it before I even took action.
Qian Yiheng rolled up the rice paper. She didn't want to read this word for a second. "Originally, I was thinking that one of your guests this time would be someone who knows Yuan Zhao Ti, so I planned to take a day to record with you." You can meet people on the spot. But if it’s someone who’s just trying to gain fame like your idol, then forget it.”
Qian Yaya opened her mouth, but she didn't dare to refute.
She knew how fanatical her aunt was about Yuan Zhao's body. It would be an understatement to say that she was a super fan of Emperor Yuan Zhao's body.
My idol's behavior probably really offended my aunt.
"Okay," Qian Yiheng hesitated but threw the rice paper in the trash can directly. "It's getting late. You have to continue recording tomorrow. Go back to the house to wash up and go to bed."
"Yes, yes, yes," Qian Yaya nodded quickly and bowed, "Auntie, don't work too late, rest early."
"By the way, what's your process tomorrow?"
"I don't know yet. The director said he will be notified early tomorrow morning."
Back in the bedroom, Qian Yaya washed up and put on her pajamas. Instead of going to bed immediately, she walked to her desk.
Her desk was placed against the wall, and a large poster was posted on the wall in front of her.
The idol on the poster is dressed in ancient costume, and he really looks like a handsome nobleman. She originally joined the industry after seeing this poster and this character.
But now somehow, the person on the poster in front of her seemed to have become illusory, and the figure that once fascinated her became thinner and thinner in her mind!
*
The guests were woken up by the ringing of mobile phones early in the morning.
After Jiang Lingxi read the fresh news, she turned over and sat up. When she opened the door, she saw that Lu Zhengzheng and Xu Ling'an had already gotten up and were packing their things quietly.
After a while, Tong Yue brought her breakfast and swiped her card directly in. Before she put her things down, she asked, "Have you received any news from the program team?"
Jiang Lingxi helped her put breakfast on the table, picked up her phone, unlocked the screen, and handed it over.
"We are still preparing to meet before eight o'clock. Is it possible that we will go on location today? Who planned this issue of calligraphy and painting? The process is getting more and more tricky!" After the complaint was over, Tong Yue put down the phone and hung it in the living room. He didn’t even make up his own mind about the dress he was wearing, “Which one are you going to wear?”
The gray one from yesterday had been put away, and Jiang Lingxi looked at the remaining two.
I don’t know if it’s a specialty of the Shanyue Zhiheng brand, or if someone just likes it this way. The colors of the three dresses are all fresh and elegant. Even the gray she wore yesterday was as light as a dusk cloud. of ash.
"Just the sky blue one."
This morning she opened the curtains and saw that the sky outside was not as clear as yesterday, and the fog was a bit heavy, and it might rain in the second half of the day.
There will always be some psychological tackiness on rainy days, so she prefers to dress neatly. This set of loose and simple sky blue top and bottoms makes her feel more comfortable than another white heavily embroidered dress.
Xu Ling'an was standing in front of the dress. When Jiang Lingxi said this, he took the dress off and handed it over with a smile, "Azure, are you waiting for the misty rain?"
