The town is really small, with just two main roads and a total of more than 900 households. Excluding those who go out to work, the permanent population is less than a thousand.
The two cars drove along the seaside road to their temporary house and passed the small square on the other side of the pier.
In the morning, the freshest fish will be sold here, and in the evening, people will dance square dance here. At night, the place will be empty, leaving only the whistling sea breeze and the gentle lapping of the waves.
Today is different.
At this point, there is still a large group of people gathered here.
At first glance, there are at least several hundred.
There was even a simple small stage set up at the front, and Mr. Painter was sitting on a high stool, singing affectionately with his guitar on his back.
"No need to stop, thank you."
Having said that, she still opened the car window to see more clearly.
With the car windows open, not only the singing drifts in, but also the smell of fish grilled with dill and steak fried with rosemary.
Dill looks a lot like dill, but smells and tastes very different.
The first time he saw Wu Huijuan buying it, Ni Bingyan checked the relevant information out of curiosity and remembered it deeply.
As for rosemary, it has a very special scent.
Taking a closer look, I saw that not only were there several grills on the edge of the small square for people to enjoy the barbecue, but the owner and chef of the small town restaurant was also frying things there.
The car left quietly under the cover of night, and no one thought much about it if they saw it.
It was late at night, and in a small town with weak security, Ni Bingyan would never join in the fun.
As for Miss Sloane, she is very depressed now and probably needs to go home quickly and secretly take a pill.
Lily Tookes reminded her that someone was selling information about her depression for money. Within two days, the Julia beside her disappeared and was replaced by another woman who was jealous of her at first sight.
This time when I went out to record the show, I didn't take her with me. Instead, I took another personal assistant with me.
I don’t know how long it will take for the newcomer to gain the trust of the boss.
Ni Bingyan was thinking about this and arrived home before he knew it.
The house was indeed dark.
Wu Huijuan was probably also eating and playing in the square.
Ni Bingyan was a little worried about her and wanted to pick her up, but he was also worried that if people got too excited when they saw her, there would be a stampede.
Although thinking this way is a bit narcissistic, as a public figure, being cautious in your words and deeds is the first required course.
"Sister-in-law hasn't come back yet, how about I go find her?"
Afraid that Ni Bingyan would be worried, she made an excuse for herself.
"I'm sorry to eat too much for dinner on the plane. I'm a little hungry now. I'm greedy as soon as I smell the aroma. It's hard for you to go because there are so many people, so I won't take you."
The bodyguard had already settled in the small house next to her, and she was the only one left in the house, but thinking about Wu Huijuan, Ni Bingyan still agreed.
After Duanmuli left, she closed the doors and windows before going upstairs to wash up.
After taking a bath, wiping my hair and going downstairs, I was looking for hair oil in the living room cupboard when I heard a knock on the door.
When I walked to the door, before I opened it, I heard Wu Huijuan's cheerful voice: "Oh, you are not here today, I am so happy!"
"Is there anything going on in the town today? It doesn't seem to be a festival. Is it a local festival like the town anniversary?"
Wu Huijuan was startled when she opened the door, wearing a white cotton dress with long black hair. She took half a step back, then smiled and patted her arm:
"Ouch! You're going to scare me to death!"
"I went downstairs to look for hair oil, but I couldn't find it. I'll go to bed later."
"Wait, I'll go find it for you! I don't know why I bought so many essential oils. I specially found a storage box for you to put them in, just to avoid breaking them accidentally."
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Wu Huijuan didn't care to say more and ran away. Ni Bingyan had no choice but to see Duanmu Li still holding a disposable paper plate in his hand and holding a transparent plastic fork to bite the steak, so he leaned over and took a look.
"It looks very tender and smells good~"
"I brought a small piece for you too."
Seeing that there was indeed a separate piece on the plate, about two fingers wide, Ni Bingyan waved his hand:
"No, no, no, what time is it! I didn't exercise up to standard today, and eating this is simply a crime!"
Duanmu Li laughed, picked up the fork and stuffed it into his mouth.
After chewing it for a few times and swallowing it, he took a piece of paper from the table and wiped it while saying: "Then I will relieve your pain. Out of sight, out of mind."
She threw the paper she wiped her mouth into the trash can along with the plate and fork, and then she waved her hands with satisfaction:
"It's been a long day today. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. See you tomorrow."
As soon as Duanmuli left, Wu Huijuan came out with a small pink blue storage box:
"Look, which bottle do you want?"
Seeing Ni Bingyan take out a bottle and start to sit and comb her hair, she put the storage box on the coffee table, turned around and took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator.
He opened it and took two sips before sitting down opposite Ni Bingyan.
"Oops, you talked too much and your mouth is dry, haha! A lot of fans came to see you today, but you weren't here, so I went to help you entertain them. Conditions are limited, so we can only do this."
"What?"
Thinking that the excitement belonged to others and had nothing to do with her, Ni Bingyan just asked casually. Wu Huijuan did not answer in time, and she had no intention of urging.
Unexpectedly, the excitement belongs to her!
"Where are the fans from? Have you all settled in? Oops! I'm back, at least I have to say hello!"
"Oh, it's late at night. Everyone in the square has dispersed. I made an appointment with them to meet them tomorrow. Then you can go say hello to them."
Wu Huijuan was very happy.
"Oh, it's rare to see so many fellow villagers here. I'm really happy to finally be able to speak some Mandarin! Don't worry, I've been working in the community for so many years and I'm very proficient in arranging these!"
In order to develop tourism, many houses for accommodation were designed in the town.
Nowadays, the tourism industry has not yet developed. It is rare for dozens of people to visit at one time. The town is like celebrating the New Year. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is decorated with lanterns and colorful lights.
The accommodation conditions are of course very good.
A room for one person is basic, and if you have people who are willing to live together, you can live in the same house.
Ni Bingyan scratched his head a little.
This is not her territory, and it is not convenient for her to do anything she wants to do.
Fans have come all the way to visit the class. It would be rude if they were not received well!
But that's all Wu Huijuan said, and she couldn't say anything. She took care of her hair and went back to the house to sleep.
When I was filming in China, some fans came to visit me. When I went to Qiongdao to film a variety show, I even rode with the fans and even invited them to dinner.
Unexpectedly, fans from abroad also came to visit the class.
Ni Bingyan was nervous and excited. He tossed and turned all night and could not sleep well.
As a result, when I saw the fan the next morning, the first person who spoke to her said, "Sister Bingbing, would you like to resell the poster of my brother Dayun? That one is out of print. I have had it for more than ten years and I haven't received it yet!" "
"What?"
Ni Bingyan couldn’t believe it!
Looking at this fan, then at Wu Huijuan, and then at the others, her voice was trembling: "Are you all here to get Zhong Yun's poster?"
"No, no, no! We're here to see you!"
"However, I didn't get the 10th anniversary limited edition album. Yours is still the autographed version. I don't know, Sister Bingbing..."
Sister Bingbing doesn’t want to talk, Sister Bingbing just wants to be quiet.
