"I'm afraid it's going to rain today!"
On the short walk from the hotel to the opposite TV station, Su Yi looked up at the sky above his head. It was so gloomy that it made him feel depressed, and he frowned and came to a conclusion.
Xu Ling'an held one hand of Lu Zhengzheng and took out her mobile phone with the other, "I just checked the weather forecast, it's thunderstorm."
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed the gaze of Sister Xixi next to her. She quickly put down her phone and said, "Walk well, walk well."
Fortunately, after entering the door of the TV station, the air conditioning is powerful and a refreshing feeling hits my face.
Suyi couldn't help but sigh in comfort. Although the border town where she lived was remote and backward, at least it was cool in summer.
I really can't get used to the sultry weather here in the Imperial Capital.
I just hope that today's recording can be done inside this TV station and no more outdoor scenes.
Qian Yaya made her aunt unhappy when she went back last night. She went out very early this morning and had been sitting in the hall for a while.
Hearing several footsteps approaching from far away, he quickly moved his eyes away from the phone screen and looked up.
A light and gentle azure color suddenly rippled in front of my eyes.
Seeing who was coming, she subconsciously raised a smile and waved: "Teacher Jiang!"
Yesterday, I learned how to make ink with the old master, and the two of them had a bit of a friendship as classmates.
Anyway, Qian Yaya felt that she and Jiang Lingxi had established some kind of friendship, so they naturally took the initiative to say hello when they met.
Seeing the little girl's energetic smile so early in the morning, Jiang Lingxi waved her hand in response and asked casually: "How long have you been here?"
"It won't take long, Teacher Jiang, sit down," Qian Yaya asked Jiang Lingxi to sit on the sofa next to her. She couldn't help but look at the azure color that made her feel more comfortable. She couldn't help but admire it. He said, "Teacher Jiang, your outfit looks great, even better than the light gray dress yesterday!"
"Do you like this style?"
"Hmm," Qian Yaya nodded while moving her gaze to Jiang Lingxi's hair that was randomly picked up with a clip, "I think you don't need to move your hair when styling it today. It will look great this way. There’s something lazy and casual about the suit.”
Jiang Lingxi touched the clip that Xu Ling'an chose for her before going out in the morning, "I think this is good too."
"Yeah, haha!"
The suggestion was accepted, and Qian Yaya's eyes turned into slits with laughter.
What broke the pleasant conversation between the two was a sudden interjection of a voice, which sounded artificially low in the ears: "Hi, Yaya, morning, morning, Teacher Jiang."
The two people who were chatting turned their heads to look over.
Jiang Lingxi glanced across Jing Huai's face with a slight smile, nodded slightly, and then her eyes fell on the gray silk embroidered shirt he was wearing on his upper body, and his brows wrinkled slightly.
For a moment, I was really unsure whether this person did it intentionally or unintentionally.
Yesterday, Shen Yunqing had just worn a gray embroidered silk dress, and the next day she saw one with the same color and somewhat similar style. She couldn't help but think about it.
Don't tell me, Jing Huai's outfit today was really intentional. But it wasn't because of Shen Yunqing. He only met Shen Yunqing in the cafeteria last night. At that time, his focus was on Xu Qingmei's unknown reason for getting angry. He really didn't pay attention to the color and style of clothes Shen Yunqing was wearing at that time.
I will wear this one specially today. First of all, this clothes is a gift from Xu Qingmei. This is the first time he has received Xu Qingmei's intimate clothes.
Secondly, he felt that Xu Qingmei gave him this dress because she thought he would look better wearing it. Otherwise, he couldn't let him deliberately act ugly to disgust himself.
Based on these two guesses, when he went out this morning, he decisively pushed away the clothes that the team stylist had already matched for him and changed into a gray shirt that he thought Xu Qingmei would like more.
Although Qian Yaya was a little disillusioned and disappointed with her idol yesterday because of her handwriting, she had liked Jing Huai for such a long time and had invested a lot of affection in it. Naturally, she could not let go of this feeling all at once. .
At this moment, she selectively forgot about the calligraphy pen that she had pushed into the deepest part of the desk drawer. She stood up happily as usual and waved hello, "Brother Jinghuai, good morning."
But when I saw the gray shirt he was wearing, and then looked at the gray sky outside the door of the TV station behind him, with the two sides superimposed, I could see the clear and dazzling figure in my mind. A bit depressing.
On such a day, instead of wearing a bright color, you have to compete with the gloomier sky hanging over everyone's head. This is not the best way to be low-key!
What does Brother Jinghuai’s styling team do for a living?
On the other side, Lu Zhengzheng and Xu Ling'an also noticed Jinghuai's appearance today. They sat in the corner and whispered to each other.
"An'an, do you think the clothes Jing Huai wore today look familiar?"
Xu Ling'an nodded slightly, and then replied in a breathy voice: "I will follow my example."
Now Zhengzheng looked at her in surprise, "You have a pretty sharp mouth. You pretended to be pretty good before."
Xu Lingan pursed her lips and smiled sheepishly.
Lu Zhengzheng glanced over a few more times, feeling that her identity as a Jinghuai fan was on the verge of danger.
She originally became a fan of the real person because of Jing Huai's TV series, mainly because she liked this persona.
But now back to reality, the more she got to know the real person, the more disillusioned she felt.
"I have to say, your description is quite accurate. When Dongshi imitates others, who is really ugly and who is embarrassed!"
As he said these words, Lu Zhengzheng also heard the sound of the already mottled filter belonging to Jing Huai in his heart completely shattered at this moment.
Seeing that it was almost eight o'clock, the other three guests and their assistants also hurried over.
Lin Nuo and Shen Hechen were in good condition. They were habitually silent and quiet when they were strangers. After the two arrived, they sat on the sofa to rest.
Shen Hechen looked over at Jiang Lingxi several times, but in the end he still didn't say hello alone in front of everyone around him.
Lu Sen, who arrived last, looked a little listless. Even the bright green short-sleeved shirt he was wearing could not save his desolate expression.
With him like this, even Shen Hechen couldn't help but reach out and pat his shoulder, "What's wrong with you?"
"Don't mention it, I received a piece of news early this morning," Lu Sen pursed his lips bitterly, "It's about today's recording."
Shen Hechen was quite interested when he heard this, "Oh, let's talk about it."
Lu Sen wiped his face, "Do you know Mr. Zhang Nachuan?"
"This is no nonsense. Who is a contemporary national treasure calligrapher and painter who doesn't know about traditional Chinese painting?" Shen Hechen couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, and then his eyes lit up as he thought of something, "We are not going to attend Mr. Zhang's private calligraphy and painting session today. A museum, right? I’ve always wanted to go there, but it’s a pity that Mr. Zhang has rarely opened his museum in recent years!”
Seeing the excitement of his new friend, Lu Sen pulled his lips and nodded, "Then your wish may really come true this time. But don't be too happy. Today's trip is not just for a visit, Mr. Zhang has requirements. , will give us questions to test.”
"Pose the question yourself? This is really, this is such a surprise."
Lu Sen looked at the increasingly excited Shen Hechen, and his expression suddenly became indescribable.
"Let me remind you that Mr. Zhang, whom you admire, doesn't have a very good temper. He doesn't care whether we are recording a show. If you don't answer well, just wait for criticism!"
Shen Hechen disagreed with this reminder, "Old artists all have their own personalities."
Lu Sen chuckled softly.
As a descendant who had the rare opportunity to face this old man directly, and at the same time, he was also one who had a real experience of this old gentleman’s temper. To say that he had a bad temper was putting it mildly, but he had a very bad temper!
"Then have you ever experienced being scolded and then going home and being autistic for a week?" He was so traumatized!
Shen Hechen: "...No, that's not the case, right?"
(End of chapter)
