The express package was very carefully wrapped with a circle of transparent tape. Maybe it was due to the squeeze of the express delivery, and there were some squeeze marks on the corners of the carton.
After He Xiyuan opened the carton, what caught his eye was not the "pink doll" the butler joked about. There was also an anti-extrusion layer inside, wrapped in a thick anti-extrusion layer.
The entire express box was not that big. Seeing the anti-extrusion layer, He Xiyuan became even more curious.
He took the scissors and cut off the anti-extrusion layer.
The housekeeper stood next to He Xiyuan, watching He Xiyuan's movements motionless, and finally revealed the black box inside.
Su Di bought the box from the boutique. Although he had tried his best to make it less girly, there was still a bow stained with glue on the top of the box.
His own box tore off the bow, but Meng Fu did not.
What Butler He and He Xiyuan saw at first glance was this sexy pink bow.
The black box is not very delicate either, because there are too many glue spots, and you can still see the transparent glue that has solidified outside the bow.
Paired with the dusty express box, it feels cheap.
However, the two of them did not show any disgust.
Butler He couldn't help but smile. In the past, He Xiyuan had either received calligraphy and paintings from famous artists, or antiques or orchids and peonies. When had he ever received such a girly packaging: "Master, open it quickly and take a look. It may be a paintbrush."
Thinking of He Xiyuan's hobbies and looking at the length of the box, Butler He's suspicion of a paintbrush was justified.
He Xiyuan weighed the weight and nodded: "I'm lucky. I need to change a paintbrush recently."
Both of them knew that Meng Fu lived in T City, and this courier didn't seem to belong to a reclusive family, so the things they were interested in her were limited to things like paintbrushes.
As He Xiyuan was speaking, he had already opened the bag of the long black gift box.
As soon as you open it, you can see the eight incense sticks inside.
Gray wood color, about thirty centimeters in length, randomly tied together with a thread.
You can't smell it when the box is not opened. Once you open it, a light fragrance slowly comes out from the box.
Butler He was smiling. When he saw the contents of the box and smelled the faint fragrance, he turned his head and looked at He Xiyuan, surprised: "Master, this fragrance..."
Special spices have special effects on people with unstable internal energy in the Guwu family, and the He family naturally does the same. However, there are not many perfumers in the entire capital, and the fragrance association can produce only a limited amount of good quality products every year.
There are only a few ways to get this kind of spice, including Skynet trading, auction houses, and the Perfumers Association. Apart from these, it is difficult for others to want good quality spices.
These people who play with fragrances have been exposed to spices since they were young, so they naturally know what good-quality spices look like.
The spices sent by Junior Sister He Xiyuan have a uniform appearance and texture, and the smell can make people think clearly. Although they have not been lit yet, Butler He feels that this is not an ordinary low-quality incense.
At least it is a high-quality spice that is extremely rare on the market.
Butler He paused again and thought of a possibility, "Such a good fragrance...couldn't it be a special spice?"
He Xiyuan liked the fragrance very much and asked. When he heard the butler's words, he couldn't help laughing, "How could this happen? All the spices recorded by the Fragrance Association were taken away by several major forces in the capital. The same goes for other land networks and auction houses. Bought by powerful people.”
Although Butler He also knew this truth, he couldn't help but guess that the main reason was that the texture and smell of the spices sent by Meng Fu were very good, and he had experienced a lot of spices with the He family.
He has seen all the spices recorded by the Hong Kong Association.
But none of them can match the spices in front of me.
As he was thinking about it, he took out his cell phone, took a picture, and sent it, "Master, I'll send it to the people at the Hong Kong Association for a look. I don't know what kind of fragrance this is."
He Xiyuan stood aside and did not stop Butler He. He saw the paper placed underneath and carefully pulled it out. There were a few lines of words written on it in black pen -
One stick a week
Before going to sleep
Meng
The calligraphy is made of iron and painted with silver hooks, and dragons and phoenixes dance.
Meng
He Xiyuan remembered that when his junior sister introduced herself to him last night, she said her name was "Meng Fu".
Is this the word for junior sister
He Xiyuan was greatly surprised. The emoticon sent to him by his junior sister last night was very cute. He never expected that her handwriting would be so beautiful.
As he was watching, beside him, the housekeeper also received a reply from Xiang Xie.
After reading the reply, Butler He turned to He Xiyuan with some regret: "People from the Hong Kong Association said they have never seen this kind of fragrance."
The Fragrance Association has clear and unified regulations for recording spices.
The fragrance, color and thickness are all recorded.
The spices sent by Butler He were identified and found to be incompatible with those recorded by the Fragrance Association.
That shouldn't be a special spice.
"The texture of this fragrance is very good. Even if it is not a special spice, it is extremely rare." Butler He thought about He Xiyuan's words and felt that he had thought too much just now. Growing special spices is not Chinese cabbage. You can see it everywhere, especially He Xiyuan's. The junior sister was not from the capital. Thinking of this, Butler He turned to He Xiyuan and asked, "You have accepted such an expensive gift. I want to think of a gift in return."
Even if this fragrance is not a special spice, it is extremely precious.
It's not something you can buy casually.
As soon as he saw this little junior sister, he put all his thoughts into it.
He Xiyuan carefully put away the box and prepared to light one tonight. Hearing Butler He's words, he paused, then turned around and looked at Butler He silently. After hesitating for a while, he said: "Butler, last night I I gave her a red envelope for the meeting.”
Butler He: "..."
He was silent for a few seconds, then he spoke, "You actually use such mundane things to give to Teacher Yan's closed disciples?! Thank you, my junior sister, for ignoring past grudges and giving you such fine spices!"
Someone who can give such spices doesn't seem to be short of money, especially someone who studies painting. There is a sense of arrogance in his bones. The housekeeper looked at He Xiyuan and simply didn't know what to say.
He can only use snacks, and pay attention to the good things in the auction house recently.
**
Here, Meng Fu is still on the set of "The Spy", filming the last scene of her trip.
In this scene, Meng Fu secretly helped Qin Hao assassinate an enemy soldier, and found out that her father's death was planned by her father himself, because her father was an anonymous spy under the stage name, and wrote a letter to her uncle about it.
This scene requires a lot of actors' lines. Qin Hao asked Meng Fu to review the scenes several times in the afternoon.
"Are you ready?" Director Gao asked people to deal with the roads in the house, and then used the loudspeaker to urge Qin Hao and Meng Fu.
Meng Fu stood up and walked towards Director Gao. He raised his hand to indicate that he was ready. A makeup artist beside her followed her to touch up her makeup.
Qin Hao also put down his script.
When the two people went to the stage, Qin Hao's assistant was also watching.
In the past two days, because Qin kept asking Meng Fu to act opposite him for the sake of progress, he and Zhao Fan became familiar with each other.
He also knew the content of the scene between Qin Hao and Meng Fu. Seeing that only Meng Fu, Qin Hao and four extras were in the mansion, he couldn't help but be surprised, "Isn't there a close-up shot of Meng Fu writing later? Why didn't I see the stand-in?" ?”
Yan Li in "The Spy" comes from a scholarly family. The author emphasized several times how Yan Li and her father gave up writing and joined the army.
Therefore, there are several scenes with close-up views of Yan Li, which are very beautiful.
When Yan Li was a child, she learned calligraphy from her father.
When Qin Hao came to shoot the opening scene for the first time, his assistant followed him and heard the scene where Director Gao was looking for a substitute. Today, it was strange that he didn't see a substitute.
"She doesn't use her hands." Zhao Fan replied.
"No hand replacement?" The assistant was confused, but Meng Fu and Qin Hao had already started filming, so he just watched the scene.
Meng Fu followed Qin Hao secretly, jumped down from the second floor, and after killing an enemy soldier, he returned to Qin Hao's office, wrote a brief letter with the brush on his desk, and put the letter in an envelope , go out the door and ask someone to send it.
He happened to bump into Qin Hao who came in.
This is a long shot that ends in one shot. The two of them had reviewed their lines several times beforehand. Qin Hao also thought about it several times so as not to hold back. Therefore, both of them performed well in this long shot. Meng Fu and Qin Hao was all caught up in the drama.
Over and over again.
"Stuck!" Director Gao said about the sound card, then looked at the video screen with satisfaction and nodded, "You can close the phone today."
Meng Fu took off the agent's long black coat and said, "Director Gao, I'm going back now. See you next week."
"Okay, you can go back." Director Gao waved his hand towards her.
Meng Fu said goodbye to Qin Hao and others before returning to the dressing room to remove makeup and change clothes.
Qin Hao still had scenes to attend and was not leaving today, so he was not in a hurry. He slowly prepared to go back to the dressing room, but found that the staff had already begun to remove the props at this time.
Everyone who shoots movies knows that the director will try his best to shoot scenes in the same place together, in order to save time and avoid setting up the scene a second time, so that it is less likely to be cheated.
Seeing that people were removing props like this, Qin Hao couldn't help but look at Director Gao: "Director Gao, hand substitute, and Yan Lixin's content has not been filmed, right? Are you removing the props now?"
"When Meng Fu wrote these, they were all finished." Director Gao asked people to pack their things. Hearing this, he glanced at Qin Hao and explained to him: "Meng Fu's calligraphy is very good. All the shots of her writing letters and writing big characters, She uses her own, no need to use her hands to replace it.”
After seeing Qin Hao finish filming, Assistant Qin Hao, who came over with a bottle of water and a towel, heard this sentence: "..."
Qin Hao was also surprised, why didn't he use his hands instead
He subconsciously picked up the prop letter that Meng Fu had just put aside after finishing the photo shoot, and pulled out the letter that Meng Fu had just written.
The assistant also leaned over to read the letter written by Meng Fu, and was surprised: "Did she just write this?"
Qin Hao nodded, "Yeah."
He had just been at the scene and naturally knew that when Meng Fu started writing, the paper was blank.
"I didn't expect Meng Fu's handwriting to be so beautiful. Brother Hao, look at these characters, they are still in traditional Chinese. No wonder she doesn't want handwriting..."
**
It was already past ten o'clock when I finished filming my last scene on the set.
Meng Fu finished changing his clothes and went out.
Outside, Su Di was already driving and waiting. He was driving a nanny car today, and the car had a large gap.
Su Cheng was in the back seat. Seeing her coming, he opened the car door from inside.
He leaned back in his chair, his white shirt embroidered with black clouds, his eyelids drooped, and his voice was straight: "You are in such a hurry to go back?"
It was past ten o'clock, and there were no planes flying to T City, so we had to drive back.
Meng Fu has been working hard for the past three days without much rest.
It takes more than three hours to drive to T city, and we can't get home until two o'clock.
"Yes, it's so late. Are you sure you're here? Are you taking a flight back tomorrow?" The co-pilot got on the seat. Zhao Fan looked at the rearview mirror and fastened his seat belt again. After hearing Su Cheng's words, she also asked One sentence.
She wasn't surprised that Meng Fu wanted to finish filming ahead of schedule, but she didn't expect that Meng Fu was in such a hurry to rush back.
Today is Thursday and tomorrow is Friday. It’s not yet the recording time for “A Star’s Day”, so I have time to rest here for one night before going back.
The itinerary for the past few days was arranged by Zhao Fan, so she naturally knew that Meng Fu had no schedule tomorrow.
Zhao Fan was a little surprised that she was in such a hurry.
Meng Fu leaned on the back seat, opened his phone and looked at WeChat. On WeChat, Director Xu, He Xiyuan and Tang Ze all sent messages.
Director Xu: When will you bring your teacher Li to audition
—I will go see you when this episode of the variety show is finished.
Karasawa: What is this
- Medicine, when you finish drinking the medicine in the bottle, take it. It can cure your throat.
He Xiyuan: Junior sister, I have received the spices you sent. I like them very much. I will have to wait a few days for the meeting gift for you.
-Thank you, senior brother, no need! (happy)
She answered the message nonchalantly and said, "I have something to do tomorrow."
What can happen tomorrow
Zhao Fan recalled her schedule and found that tomorrow was very empty.
She turned to look at Su Cheng and found that Su Cheng was thoughtful, so she didn't ask any more questions.
Back in Meng Fu's community, it was already 2:10. Meng Fu waved to a few of them and went upstairs.
**
The next day, early in the morning.
Zhao Fan and others all have the key to Meng Fu's place. When she came, Su Di and Su Cheng were both there.
Zhao Fan was a little surprised. She came to see Meng Fu because she was worried that Meng Fu had not slept all night and had nothing to do today. She was just as worried as an old woman.
She could understand that Su Di was here, but she didn't expect that Su Cheng was here too.
Just as Zhao Fan was thinking about it, Meng Fu came in from outside. She got up at 5:30 every morning for a morning run, which she did almost constantly.
She stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and saw the people in the hall at a glance.
Su Cheng was not standing by the refrigerator. He was just sitting on the sofa, holding his mobile phone, and seemed to be chatting with someone. When he looked up, he saw Meng Fu coming back from running in sportswear.
He paused, pointed to her room, and said in a warm voice, "Take a shower and come out to eat."
"Oh," Meng Fu took the towel around his neck, "right away."
She went to the room to take a shower and came out dressed in casual clothes.
Su Di's breakfast had been prepared, but Zhao Fan didn't eat it either. She sat down with the group and raised her head to ask Su Cheng: "Brother Cheng, do you have any plans for today?"
Su Cheng held the tea cup, with clear finger bones, lowered his head and took a sip. Hearing the words, he said lightly "Hmm".
As always, inaccessible.
Zhao Fan lowered his head and looked at his phone. It was already seven o'clock.
By the time they finished eating and were ready to leave, it was half past seven.
Su Di quickly washed the dishes. Su Cheng took a car key and waited for Meng Fu at the door. Meng Fu took two pens, put them in his coat pocket, and was pulling up the black mask hanging on his ears: " coming."
Zhao Fan followed them, not knowing what they were doing mysteriously.
The car slowly drove out of the community and then turned to the left.
Zhao Fan was sitting in the passenger seat on a familiar road. She remembered and looked at Meng Fu: "Are you going to No. 1 Middle School? You have a free day today, are you going to class?"
This month has been so busy that Meng Fu has never been to school. Zhao Fan almost forgot that Meng Fu is already a student in No. 1 Middle School.
Zhao Fan didn't understand why he stopped going to class at this time.
Just one day of class...
It seems useless, right
The car did not stop outside the door this time. After the guard saw the license plate number, he let it go and drove all the way to the administrative building.
Today is Friday, there are many students on the school road.
When Meng Fu and the others got off the bus, people passing by couldn't help but glance at Meng Fu.
Meng Fu put the hat on his head and looked at them less.
Administration Building, Principal Gu’s office.
Zhou Jin happened to come in and saw no one in the office. The old god was there: "Meng Fu hasn't come yet?"
Principal Gu nodded.
Zhou Jin smiled, "The exam is about to start. Maybe he knows the difficulty of our paper..."
Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door. He stopped talking and looked at the door in surprise. The people who came were indeed Su Cheng and his party.
Zhou Jin raised his eyebrows and picked up the admission ticket number placed on Principal Gu's desk, "You are really here. Just in time. I will take you to the examination room. The teacher in the examination room may not recognize you."
He made a bet with Meng Fu. If Meng Fu was eliminated from the bottom of the exam this time, he would have to come to class honestly.
The joint test paper of No. 1 Middle School was surprisingly difficult.
Meng Fu is good at mathematics, but the test is comprehensive.
It’s also a joint entrance exam for the top ten prestigious schools.
Thinking of this, the smile on Zhou Jin's face became more kind, and she handed the admission ticket to Meng Fu, "Let's go."