"What, are you having a nightmare?"
Wen Ruyu walked in from the outer room with a smile on her face, wearing a white suit with small lapels and a white knee-length straight skirt. She looked noble and elegant, pure and pure, but she still had the style of a professional woman.
Jia Erhu blinked and looked at her: She didn't seem to be wearing this outfit last night?
"Are you up so early?" Jia Erhu asked.
"Is it early?" Wen Ruyu walked to the bed and said, "It's already 11:30, and I've been to school all morning.
Were you too tired yesterday? "
Wen Ruyu was completely out of concern, her eyes were full of tenderness, but in Jia Erhu's view, this was completely provoking herself.
"Who said, should we do it again?"
Wen Ruyu smiled sweetly: "I know you are great. Get up quickly and wash up. The car from Yaying Pictures is already waiting downstairs."
While Jia Erhu was washing up, Wen Ruyu said, "Actually, it's nothing to have a nightmare. It's either because you're too tired, or there's something wrong with some part of your body."
After Jia Erhu brushed his teeth and washed his face, he walked out of the bathroom and explained: "It's not a nightmare, I just dreamed of my master."
"Master," Wen Ruyu looked at him curiously: "Who is your master? Jia Dalong said that you have never learned kung fu, and I have never heard that you have a master, but you are so good at fighting, I always thought you only had one Such brute strength, I didn’t expect you to actually learn martial arts?”
Jia Erhu explained: "Where did I learn Kung Fu? I just met my master when I was on the prison farm. He lived in the nearby countryside and worked in a brick kiln.
One time when we were working, he fell from the top of the kiln, and I rushed over to catch him. From then on, he taught me some qigong exercises.
Who believes in Qigong?
Seeing that he had good intentions, I started to learn from him. He didn't teach me anything seriously, he just taught me some Taoist breathing skills.
To be honest, apart from its hypnotic function when I can't sleep at night, or how I can calm myself down as quickly as possible when I'm in a bad mood, I've never found it to be of any other use. "
"Oh," Wen Ruyu asked, "Then you haven't seen him since you were released from prison?"
Jia Erhu explained: "Didn't you pick me back when I was released from prison? So many things have happened during this period, how can I still find time to find him?"
Wen Ruyu nodded and said: "I think about it every day and dream about it at night. It seems that you are thinking about Master in your heart, so you dream about him.
Even if you don't have time to see him, you should still give him a call. "
Jia Erhu explained: "Where did he get the phone number? Judging from his age, he should be in his 60s or almost 70s. Not to mention a smartphone, I'm afraid he doesn't even have a mobile phone for the elderly.
But when I return to Changling this time, I must go around to the labor camp in the provincial capital to see him. If possible, take him to Changling to live in his old age. "
When they were going out, the last scene in Jia Erhu's dream flashed through Jia Erhu's mind: Why did the master's appearance change, and turned into a person he seemed familiar to, but couldn't remember where he had seen it before?
At the door of the hotel, a stretched luxury car was parked.
Jia Hu thought that Wen Ruyu's squad leader and Feng Yaying were both in the car. After getting in the car, he discovered that apart from the driver, he and Wen Ruyu were the only two people.
The car drove directly out of the city and arrived at the farmhouse where Song Wenfeng invited Jia Erhu to dinner last time.
Although Jia Erhu hates this kind of social interaction, today is for Wen Ruyu, and he also wants to get the copyright of the movie. In addition, he feels that he also needs to exercise, and he may have to frequent such occasions in the future.
So remind yourself in your mind not to show any impatience.
When he walked into a very large suite box, he found that the only two people at the large round table that could seat at least 20 people were Wen Ruyu's squad leader Bian Kuohai and Feng Yaying.
Bian Kuohai was really surprised after seeing Jia Erhu.
He never dreamed that Jia Erhu would look so young!
In addition to looking obviously younger than Wen Ruyu, how did a young man like him from a small local area with no background get so high up to Zhou Guoliang?
And looking at Jia Erhu, he doesn't look like a vicious desperado. Why would the famous Mr. Zhou fall in love with him?
Before Jia Erhu arrived, Feng Yaying had already introduced Bian Kuohai, but he forgot to introduce his age. He thought Bian Kuohai also knew him, or at least met Jia Erhu.
As soon as Feng Yaying saw Jia Erhu enter the door, Feng Yaying stood up immediately. Bian Kuohai, who originally didn't want to stand up, followed suit almost reflexively.
After Wen Ruyu finished the introduction, Jia Erhu smiled and nodded slightly to them: "Hello, leader Bian, hello boss Feng."
Feng Yaying was the boss of a listed company, but this time he stood up on his own initiative, walked to the table in front of Jia Erhu, and poured him a cup of tea.
Bian Kuohai knew that Feng Yaying was afraid of Jia Erhu, but after all, Jia Erhu was too young, so flattering him in front of him made Feng Yaying feel a little uncomfortable and even embarrassed.
"Don't call me Leader Bian." In order to ease the embarrassment in his heart, Bian Kuohai said with a smile: "Your fiancée and I are classmates now. If you don't mind, just call me big brother."
Jia Erhu smiled: "It's okay to call me big brother in private, but in public, you still have to call me the leader."
Bian Kuohai smiled and said: "We are just gathering in a small area today, which is equivalent to a private party."
Feng Yaying asked Jia Erhu to sit down.
After Jia Erhu sat down, Feng Yaying repeatedly asked Wen Ruyu to sit down before returning to his seat.
Jia Erhu originally thought that Wen Ruyu would sit next to him, but he didn't expect that she would sit four or five chairs away from Jia Erhu.
Jia Erhu and Bian Guohai faced each other, and Wen Ruyu and Feng Yaying faced each other. A large table with 20 people sat on each side, which looked very empty.
Jia Erhu understood that this might be the dinner culture of the officialdom of Sijiucheng. Not to mention anything else, just this kind of sitting method. In the eyes of outsiders, it is not so much the atmosphere and pattern, but it can create a kind of atmosphere for people. Invisible pressure.
The dishes served are simple but not simple, with only four dishes and one soup.
Among the four large plates, 70% of the space on each plate is filled with various carvings and decorations, and only 30% is the real product.
All the dishes served were imported seafood, but they were not to Jia Erhu's taste at all.
Compared with this kind of seafood feast, Jia Erhu prefers simple green pepper meat slices, roasted pork with dried prunes or spicy fish fillets.
And what Jia Erhu didn't expect was that Bian Kuohai didn't drink and only ordered a bottle of imported mineral water.
When Feng Yaying asked Jia Erhu for his opinion on whether to drink Moutai or foreign wine, Jia Erhu just smiled and said, "Since Leader Bian and my fiancée don't drink at noon, let's drink mineral water too."
