Jiang Lingxi was sitting in the rest area waiting for guests. After drinking some water, she raised her eyes and looked at the commentator's seat, which was half way across the stage.
Six identical mahogany armchairs are located in the corner of the stage, which is also decorated in an antique style. It will not make people feel out of place at all.
She saw Li Wanxuan and Mr. Li wearing a navy blue plain embroidered cheongsam, with her hair tied up, showing her grace.
She also saw Xu Qingmei, who was sitting next to her, wearing an exaggerated purple dress with a deep ridge on her chest.
Finally, his eyes rested on the figure sitting in the corner.
Black clothes are always low-key, but it also depends on who wears them.
At least the black light shirt and trousers worn by Shen Yunqing looked particularly low-key in her eyes.
After admiring it, he was about to look away, but he didn't know how this person noticed that she was among the crowd of people looking at her. He raised his eyes and looked straight in her direction.
Jiang Lingxi had no choice but to lift the cup in her hand, gestured from a distance, and saw the glimmer of light in those dark eyes.
She was shaken by this dim light, and unexpectedly she thought of the dream she had last night. The person in the dream was also dressed in black.
The area on the shoulder that had been injured by the arrow suddenly felt itchy, and then the itching quickly spread to the tip of his heart.
For the first time in this life, Jiang Lingxi first looked away.
She was afraid that if she continued watching, she would lose sight of the program that was about to be recorded and would directly step forward and take the person away.
In order to find out more information about the strange organization behind Xu Qingmei, she could endure Xu Qingmei's disgusting little actions, but she couldn't bear the way this man looked at Shen Yunqing frequently.
Qian Yaya, who was sitting next to Jiang Lingxi, subconsciously rubbed her arms and looked up at the air conditioner that was on in the sky with some confusion.
Has the temperature been lowered? Why does she feel a little chilly?
"Sister Jiang, look at the third row of the auditorium, sixth from the left, that's my aunt." Qian Yaya glanced at her aunt sitting in the auditorium waving wildly towards her, and then she remembered what her aunt had told her before. She quickly ignored the sudden coldness, turned off Mai, and introduced in a low voice, "Auntie, she liked the character "xi" written by you, Sister Jiang, and she printed it out and copied it many times last night. But I always felt that it was a little tasteless. So I thought, after the recording of the program is finished, could you write a word while she watches? Any word will do."
Jiang Lingxi looked in the direction indicated by Qian Yaya, and saw a short-haired and capable woman. When she looked over, the light in her eyes suddenly became brighter, and she asked casually: "Any word will do, one will do." ?”
Qian Yaya: "...Well, these are the exact words that my aunt asked me to convey. It should be okay!"
Anyway, her mission is completed if she completes her words.
Qian Yaya thought lonely.
Shen Yunqing was a little surprised when Jiang Lingxi suddenly looked away, and when she saw Qian Yaya sitting next to her opening and closing her mouth, she thought she had been interrupted by this girl and didn't think much about it.
Hearing the sound of the shutter ringing several times next to him, he turned around and looked over. His eyes sharpened, "What are you doing?"
Xu Qingmei put down her cell phone after taking the photos, flipped her hair before looking sideways, blinked and replied with a smile: "I just took a few photos, Mr. Shen doesn't even care about this, right?"
"Who are you photographing?"
Xu Qingmei didn't expect that he would even notice this. She tightened her hands on her hair, "I didn't take pictures of anyone. I used the front camera to take selfies. Are these not allowed?"
Shen Yunqing glanced at the mobile phone she placed on the table in front of her. He couldn't openly grab the mobile phone to verify the truth and lies, so he could only say with a hint of warning in his tone: "It's better to be like this."
It wasn't until Shen Yunqing looked away that Xu Qingmei couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
After being in this circle for more than ten years, she has long been accustomed to talking about people and ghosts, and she can say it without changing her face no matter what the situation is.
But just now, she really almost admitted what she had just done under Shen Yunqing's oppressive gaze.
She had never felt such a strong deterrent from the person who brought her into the organization!
Is this person really just a senior technical talent working in a museum?
But this kind of cold, elegant, and oppressive persona... She is now a little tired of those obedient and sensible brother personas, and the urge to change her taste is stronger than ever.
The host's voice on the stage extinguished Xu Qingmei's reverie and focused all the attention of everyone in the recording hall on the stage.
"Today is the last event of "Heritage". We welcome our friends who have come from afar and are sitting in the audience, and we also welcome the viewers in front of the TV to watch this program."
"Before introducing several guests and commentators, let me first introduce a special heavyweight commentator for this program. Let us welcome Mr. Zhang Nachuan, a famous contemporary calligrapher and painter, with warm applause. Welcome!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was thunderous applause.
Not only the guests, but also the audience in the auditorium did not expect to see this contemporary national treasure-level calligrapher and painter at such a program.
Many people have only seen this person in documentaries. When they think about seeing him live on the stage, they are so excited that their palms turn red.
"The ticket this time was really worth it. I didn't expect to see Mr. Zhang in person."
"Who says it's not the case? When I came, my family laughed at me for putting so much effort into grabbing such a ticket. I'll see how envious they are of me when I get back. Not only Queen Xu, but also Mr. Zhang was present in person. Such luck!"
Review officer's seat.
After a moment of astonishment, Li Wanxuan stood up from her chair to welcome the teacher without hesitation.
Seeing her getting up, the others dared not continue sitting, so they quickly got up one after another, and finally everyone in the recording hall stood up.
Jiang Lingxi echoed everyone's applause, but she didn't look at the stage. Instead, she looked at Xu Ling'an who was standing in the corner of the recording hall.
Knowing that there would be a heavyweight commentator coming in today's issue, she guessed that it would probably be Mr. Zhang.
After all, Mr. Li Wanxuan and Li were in front of him, and he had participated in the recording of the program before, so he was the only one who could be so valued by the program team.
What's more, if nothing else happens, by the time the program recording is completed, it will be almost the time when the paternity test results will come out.
When Xu Ling'an met her sister's eyes looking at her through the crowd of figures, she felt warm and heavy, so she returned her smile without hesitation.
The eyes express silently: I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry.
Only then did Jiang Lingxi retract her gaze, following the sound of her cane tapping the ground, and looked at Zhang Nachuan who appeared on the stage.
The hands fell silently, the palms of the hands turning white.
