Ni Bingyan is no longer the Amen of Wu Xia in those days, and now he still doesn’t have a deep understanding of tea culture. After all, he knows that he shouldn’t drink tea in one gulp before pouring it into someone else’s teapot.
She was imitating Producer Zhao, holding a teacup and smelling the aroma, when someone else came.
The visitor is director Mou Sanyang.
Mou Sanyang is a rather wizened little old man. Probably all the collagen on his face has been transformed into the talent in his brain.
He entered the pavilion and said "Good morning!" When he saw Yan Jin and Ni Bingyan standing up to say hello, he walked directly through them and sat down at the innermost part of the pavilion.
Next, he brought a cup of tea and went directly into contemplation mode, not to mention chatting, not even a greeting.
A talented person is always special, he has always been like this, and the whole world knows it.
However, when he was young, people regarded him as a weirdo. They would not talk to him and would say bad things about him behind his back. When he became famous, everyone took this as his personality.
Yan Jin was so happy that no one wanted to talk to him. While watching Zhao Fulin tossing his pile of tea sets back and forth, he petted the cat in a comfortable and relaxed manner.
Ni Bingyan was not ignorant of current affairs. Seeing that they were not in the mood to chat, he simply took a sip of tea.
Not to mention, this tea is so delicious!
The reason why it is so precious is that it is different from other teas.
Wangcai was lying at her feet, his head resting on her instep. He was taking a leisurely nap when he suddenly raised his head.
Ni Bingyan raised his head and saw a long, straight black girl wearing a large black cotton-padded jacket and a big Lei Feng hat coming in from outside the pavilion.
The reason why she is called a girl is because she has an extremely tender baby face and is well maintained, so it is impossible to tell her age.
"Hi, everyone, my name is Wu Shinan."
"Hello! Screenwriter Wu!"
Ni Bingyan finally waited for a girl and greeted her immediately, but Wu Shinan got into the pavilion, blushed and sat next to her, then stopped moving.
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A strong sense of social fear came from around him, and Ni Bingyan was almost stunned!
That greeting just now sounded like that, didn’t it? Could it be that he has been holding back his ultimate move for a long time?
The ultimate move may not be very powerful, but the cooldown period must be very long.
How can such an introverted screenwriter communicate normally with colleagues at work?
Just when she was thinking about finding a topic to try harder, she saw Wu Shinan take out a hedgehog from his wide sleeves.
Yes, her pet is a cute little hedgehog.
The little hedgehog squatted in her palm, not much bigger than her palm.
His head is shrinking, his little eyes are like black beans, and he is timid.
They say pampering follows its master, so this little guy probably has some social fears.
Ni Bingyan watched helplessly as Wu Shinan magically took out a few more nuts, handed them to the little hedgehog gently, and then watched the little hedgehog eat intently, paying no attention to anyone.
【family! Who knows this feeling? 】
Two such people came in a row, Yan Jing was the one who took chatting as his mission, and Ni Bingyan couldn't be too busy.
Looking at Zhao Fulin again, he thought that this master should come out to stir up the atmosphere, but it turned out that he was holding a teacup with a face full of intoxication, immersed in the fragrance of tea and saying nothing.
Ni Bingyan is going crazy!
Please!
I know you served the best tea to entertain today’s guests!
But before all the guests have arrived, you can’t wait to drink it?
Just drink it! Can you entertain some guests?
She is also a guest, right? Why do you worry about the master?
Producer Zhao is not embarrassed, she is embarrassed!
Being with such four great masters, Ni Bingyan feels that sometimes it is a little difficult to integrate into the group.
I was feeling a little uncomfortable when I got a call.
Ni Bingyan was relieved.
Because she had her dog with her and it was difficult to get out from inside, she apologized and picked up the phone.
The caller was Song Fuling, whose name was quite similar to that of Producer Zhao.
"Bing Bao, the necklace I caught in the London park has been repaired. We just had a meeting. The first episode will be broadcast tomorrow. We can post things like finding things on Weibo."
I thought it was the deceased's necklace before, but it was later confirmed that it was not.
After completing the relevant procedures, the London police returned the necklace.
Song Fuling repaired it according to the plan, and then notified Ni Bingyan to cooperate with the promotion of the program.
This was something that had been discussed long ago, and she didn't refuse.
"Sister Wei is running the official Weibo and external websites. I only have a small Weibo account here. Have you contacted Sister Wei? Send me a copy of the photos and articles, and I will post them on the small account later."
It is said to be a small account, and the number of fans is even more than the official WeChat account, so it doesn't matter if I post it.
If I caught such a beautiful necklace while fishing, who would have dared to believe it if the camera hadn’t been on the entire time?
Song Fuling sent the photo after a while.
Ni Bingyan was reading on her mobile phone when art consultant Yu Danqing came.
Yu Danqing is an artist. She was a painter at first. Later, as she grew older, she became good at more and more things. She cannot be defined as a painter alone.
She is thin and tall, and does not look fat even in a thick Hanfu made from the Song Dynasty.
She wears a ginger-yellow horse-faced skirt, an orange-red top, and a thick peacock blue jacket with fur edges.
That's all.
She styled her hair carefully, but only inserted a pearl hairpin at random.
It didn't snow today, and the sun wasn't too dazzling, but I was wearing a pair of big sunglasses.
Along the way, it seems that I am not stepping on small leather shoes, but hot wheels. I have walked out of the streets of Song Dynasty alive, and my whole body is full of the feeling of "Sister is so stubborn, you should stop worrying about beauties."
Without waiting for anyone to greet her, she entered the pavilion.
Probably because she had never stayed up late to study mathematics, physics, and chemistry, she had particularly good eyesight. It happened that Ni Bingyan held the phone at the right angle. As soon as she came in, she saw the necklace.
"Eh?"
Ni Bingyan looked up and saw a lady in ancient costume slowly taking off her sunglasses, staring at her mobile phone.
The slender eyebrows, pink face, thin lips and phoenix eyes remind people of Wang Xifeng at a glance.
The fashionable sunglasses on her face have a strong visual impact, which is obviously inconsistent, but very harmonious.
This kind of unreasonable beauty is also very shocking to Ni Bingyan, and it is inevitable to take a second look.
When he came back to his senses after a moment, he saw that she had been staring at her mobile phone for a long time.
"Hello?"
Guessing that she was probably Yu Danqing, Ni Bingyan still felt a little uncomfortable.
Without even saying hello, he just came over and stared at her cell phone, which was not a good first impression.
"Ah! Oh! Sorry, may I ask, where did you see the photo you just saw?"
To let yourself go is to let others go. Don't be a slave to your emotions. Just live a tolerant life every day.
She found a topic to talk to her seriously, and even apologized for her behavior just now, so there was no need to hold on to her.
Ni Bingyan talked about how he fished in London and caught this necklace from a park.
After hearing what she said, Yu Danqing was so excited that he touched the sunglasses in his right hand to the palm of his left hand.
"Ouch! Now, it's right!"
"What matches? Could it be that you have seen this necklace before?"
Yu Danqing sat down on the other side of her, sandwiched between her and Yan Jin, and said happily without caring about other people's reactions:
"Wait a minute, I'll show you a picture of my grandmother when she was young, and you'll know!"
As he said that, he logged into the network disk and found a black and white photo.
Young men and women stood in the courtyard surrounded by flowers and trees, leaning against each other, smiling brightly.
Around her neck, she happened to be wearing that necklace.
