Sheng Tao stroked his beard, happily taking advantage of others: "Hey, good daughter."
Other little stars arrived one after another. They didn't have any familiar works, so they could only work hard on their clothes. All kinds of luxurious, bright and gem-embellished long dresses were dazzling, and they were blinding under the light.
Even so, most of the eyes still fell on Meng Xiaofeng. She had a calm temperament and stood dignified among the crowd. Many people were in a trance, with the absurd feeling that an ancient lady had strayed into time and space.
Seeing that the time was almost up, the officials led these little stars to the venue. Everyone showed up to eat, drink and chat for a few words. The rest of the live broadcast had nothing to do with them.
Meng Xiaofeng kept a perfect smile and elegantly picked up the cake and put it into her mouth, as did Sheng Tao and others next to her.
"Xiao Feng, are you really here wearing these clothes?"
Meng Xiaofeng turned her head and her smile faded: "Yes, I like this outfit very much."
The visitor was Xu Anan, an artist from the same company as her. After the male and female protagonists were finalized, Yu Jing found it troublesome, so she looked for other small roles in the same company. Xu Anan played the maid in the play.
Meng Xiaofeng asked her on the night of the live broadcast if she wanted to get together to increase the topic, but Xu Anan refused.
Xu Anan was wearing a small dress with a waist. She looked at Meng Xiaofeng's retro clothes, covered her mouth and smiled: "It's not the way to be unconventional. Xiaofeng, what you are wearing is too strange."
Meng Xiaofeng pursed her lips and retorted unhappily: "What is weird? Do you dare to tell everyone that Chinese clothes are weird?"
They were just a group of newly debuted artists, and no one cared about them at all. Xu Anan laughed and said, "To impress the public."
Meng Xiaofeng's eyebrows stood up and she almost dropped the plate on Xu Anan's face.
A few people were in a stalemate, and the noisy people quickly approached. A group of long-established artists entered the venue like stars surrounding the actress Song Rong.
She looked around, her eyes lit up when she saw Meng Xiaofeng, she pushed aside the crowd and quickly approached.
"What's your name?" the actress, who had just won three consecutive China Star Awards, asked kindly.
The noisy voices in the field fell silent for an instant.
Meng Xiaofeng was stunned by this turn of events and could not react for a moment. Xu Anan next to her boldly spoke: "Sister Song, her name is Meng Xiaofeng, and she is a newly signed artist from Fanxing Entertainment like me."
Song Rong nodded to Xu Anan. Xu Anan felt happy and was about to pursue the victory when she saw Song Rong approaching Meng Xiaofeng, like a cat whose curiosity was aroused: "Hello Xiaofeng, I like your clothes very much. I don't know. Which designer’s masterpiece is it?”
Only then did Meng Xiaofeng react and stammered: "It's a short play I recently starred in. I dressed up according to the characters in the play."
Unable to explain for a while, Song Rong motioned to her assistant to give Meng Xiaofeng a personal business card.
"We can have a good chat after the live broadcast."
The surprise that fell from the sky almost knocked Meng Xiaofeng unconscious. She nodded repeatedly and wished she could hug Yu Jing and give her a kiss.
Actress Song Rong was like this, and no matter what they thought in their hearts, the other celebrities looked curious on the outside and came over to say hello enthusiastically.
Meng Xiaofeng, Sheng Tao, Tian Yun and Xiao Zai were grinning from ear to ear as they held a stack of thick business cards. The young artist next to them was envious and jealous. Why didn't Meng Xiaofeng's director take a liking to him in the first place?
Next to her, Xu Anan's face was distorted. She clenched her fists and cut off her delicate manicure. She regretted it for the first time.
When Meng Xiaofeng invited her, she should have agreed.
So what about a maid, as long as she strikes up a conversation with those big stars, let alone a maid, she can also pretend to be a beggar!
Chapter 7
After actress Song Rong handed over her business card, Meng Xiaofeng gained millions of followers overnight, and Yu Jing's video was also leaked.
[Come here because of the name, is this the protagonist of the video that Rongrong likes? 】
[Wow wow wow so beautiful! Is the authorization open? I also want to get a set to wear! 】
[What about the following content, are they together? 】
[Where are you, director? One short play a day. If you do it, believe it or not, I will cut you off! 】
director?
The director squatted in the rental house and watched the movie out of boredom.
The backstage was frozen, and I couldn't interact with the audience. I was annoyed, and Tianxuan.com sent a private message to Yu Jing through the backstage.
[After checking, there is nothing wrong with your vote count. I am extremely sorry for causing you any trouble. ]
Yu Jing regained her energy and replied to the private message: "Who reported me?" ]
Better not to let him catch you.
Reporting requires a real name. The staff member looked at the reporter’s clear title and sighed: “How arrogant. You don’t even bother to hide it. Are you sure that others are swiping votes?”
[Sorry, this cannot be disclosed. Please work hard for the next competition, reach the top as soon as possible, and win the crown to prove your excellence. ]
Yu Jing noticed something from the staff's reply. The short drama "Lovesick Red Beans" had climbed to the top ten: "It's not reported by a suppressed loser."
So who will be in the top nine?
No longer entangled in these, Yu Jing played the finale of [Lovesick Red Beans] backstage.
…
Master Qing finally relented and released Qinglian.
He said to Qinglian seriously: "Son, he does have some abilities. You are only fifteen now, so why not wait for him for three years."
Qinglian cried with joy: "Thank you father, thank you mother. My daughter is unfilial and makes you worry."
A month later, a letter was sent to Qingfu. It was Qingyun. He told Qinglian that he had joined the army and was only waiting to come back after making great achievements to ask to marry her.
After taking a reassurance, Qinglian finally felt relieved and embroidered her expectations into her wedding dress stitch by stitch.
The matchmaker wearing a red flower on her head came to propose marriage again. This time Mr. Qing declined her with a smile: "My son is still young and has grown up beside me, so I want to stay for two more years."
The matchmaker advised: "As the saying goes, men should marry when they are young, and women should marry when they are young. Master Qing, your daughter's lifelong happiness is the most important. If you stay, you will become enemies."
Qingfu is a famous family in the south of the Yangtze River. A small matchmaker dared to talk to him like this. Mr. Qing pushed down the hot tea and walked away: "Here, let's see you off."
He didn't notice that the matchmaker looked at the broken pieces of the teacup with a gloomy expression.
The matchmaker came to Shen's house and said tremblingly to a man whose back was only visible: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen, but that bad old man Qingzhi suddenly changed his mind and said he wanted to keep his daughter for two more years."
The man who was playing with the birds paused when he heard this: "Oh? Stay for another two years?"
Matchmaker: "Yes, I will try to persuade you some other time..."
"Thank you, grandma. I believe Qinglian will be moved by my sincerity sooner or later."
The boy standing next to him took a step forward and handed the matchmaker a bag of gift money.
"I'll use the money to treat my mother-in-law to a drink. I hope she can put in a good word for me when she comes to propose marriage again one day."
The matchmaker shook the weight of the bag, his face turned into a chrysanthemum, and he nodded repeatedly: "This is natural. Everyone in the whole Jiangnan knows that Mr. Shen and Miss Qing are a perfect match."
[Ugh, Mr. Shen is also very infatuated. He is actually willing to wait. I can only say that they are destined to be together. 】
[Laughing so hard, I can’t tell who plays Mr. Shen. It’s probably the catalyst for their relationship. It’s not important. 】
[Hey, when will it be three years from now? I’m curious what the weddings of the ancients were like. 】
From then on, at the beginning of every month, Mr. Shen would invite a matchmaker to come to propose marriage. Qinglian couldn't bear the disturbance. Faced with the chattering matchmaker, she blurted out: "I have already fallen in love with the man. I just wait for him to come back and marry me. I hope Mr. Shen will find a good match soon." .”
The matchmaker brought the news back to the Shen Mansion. When he left, his sleeves were bulging and he didn't know how much money he had received. He would praise everyone he met, saying that Mr. Shen was infatuated with Miss Qing, and there was a sense of ridicule from the Qing family that he did not know what was good or bad.
Two years later, Qingyun sent back a whole box of letters. He told Qinglian that he had been promoted to deputy general, and when he was promoted to general, it would be time to marry Qinglian.
Mr. Qing laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, I'll wait for him to come back and ask to marry my son."
How could a wealthy lady from a wealthy family compare to a general's wife?
Just when everyone in the Qingfu was filled with joy, at some point, a rumor spread in the south of the Yangtze River.
Qing Lian, the eldest daughter of the Qing Mansion, has her own heart, and has already made a private commitment to someone for the rest of her life. As word spreads, it turns out that Qing Lian is pregnant and preparing to give birth to an evil child.
Mr. Qing went out to attend a poetry gathering, and the strange looks from everyone made him feel like he was sitting and sleeping uneasily. Qing's mother attended a flower-viewing party among ladies and was turned away. The boy guarding the door cursed: "What's so dirty?" You dare to step into the door of my house, you are really shameless."
Qingmu was filled with grief and anger, covered her face and left.
To make matters worse, news of Qingyun's death came at this time.
Mr. Qing finally couldn't stand the rumors and sarcasm from the outside world. When Mr. Shen proposed marriage again, he agreed.
Qinglian couldn't believe it: "Father?"
In just a few months, Mr. Qing has aged a lot, with a lot of gray hair growing on his temples. At first glance, he looks like an old man in his twilight years.
He came to Qinglian and knelt down to her: "Lian'er, Qingyun died on the battlefield. The outside world has spread that you are a dead flower. It's rare that Mr. Shen is infatuated. Father, please marry me! Qingyun!" The century-old reputation of the mansion cannot be destroyed in my hands. Do you want to see your father die with his eyes open?"
At the end of the story, Mr. Qingfu burst into tears.
The father knelt down and his son couldn't tolerate it. Qinglian fell to the ground and finally nodded in agreement.
[Ah ah ah ah, director, I want to kill you! 】
[Don’t marry, don’t marry. The man named Shen has evil intentions. He is the one who spread the rumors! 】
[Qingyun is dead? 】
No matter how the audience wailed, the day still came. Qinglian, wearing her red wedding dress embroidered with stitches, stepped onto the sedan chair. As soon as the sedan curtain was opened, the matchmaker smiled and shouted: "Get up the sedan chair."
In front, Mr. Shen, riding a tall horse, saluted everyone with joy, and behind him were the smiling faces of Qinglian's parents.
As soon as the suona sounded and firecrackers exploded, everyone was congratulating on the marriage. No one paid attention to the faint sobs coming from the sedan chair.
When they arrived at Shen's house, the matchmaker shouted: "Bride, get off the sedan."
There was no movement in the sedan, and the matchmaker just thought Qinglian was having a bad temper. After shouting twice, she opened the curtain, and the hijab slipped down, revealing a bruised face.
"Dead man!"
Qinglian hanged herself in the sedan chair.
Three days later, a horse entered the south of the Yangtze River. The man rode past and came to Qing Mansion, but what he saw was the white sail of the Mansion that summoned spirits.
The picture dimmed, and the paper money in the sky was like goose feathers and heavy snow, flooding the entire south of the Yangtze River. The azure Qingfu turned into a black and white ink painting and slowly folded away, signaling the end of the story.
…
The audience stared at the words "End of the play" and wanted to kill the director. The entire comment area was howling.
[Yu Jing, right? Don’t let me see you. I will definitely kill you if I meet you! 】
[Your father, please make a sequel for me quickly and make Qinglian come back to life. Otherwise, your personal space will be slaughtered. Believe it or not. 】
