On New Year's Eve, most of the Shenwu crew chose to stay in the crew to celebrate the New Year.
Li Dong also thoughtfully gave the whole group a day off. Not only did he have a holiday, he also found an outsourcer and found a hotel to hold a New Year's Eve banquet. Originally, this was just an internal dinner party for the crew, so everyone could get together for a New Year's Eve dinner, but Li Dong and the producer put together a lot of money and brought in the sponsorship of the popular short video platform. Tonight's crew The banquet was broadcast live on the mobile phone.
In this way, not only did they get a large amount of advertising fees, but they also gave some exposure to "God Dance" in advance. Both Zhu Qinghuan and Xia Shan are top stars. There will definitely be a large number of fans watching. When they top the live broadcast hot list of the day, they will attract a group of passers-by to join in the fun. At that time, the producers, actors, and live broadcast platforms will be a win-win situation.
Zhu Qinghuan didn't plan to attend this banquet, but now things have turned sour. This is not a simple New Year's Eve dinner for the crew, this is a business event. Since it is related to interests, it is up to her to decide whether to go or not.
Of course Li Dong will not let go of the popularity of Nanyang. Her marriage with Zhu Qinghuan is now attracting attention. If she and Zhu Qinghuan can appear in the same frame on the live broadcast, he and his sponsor father will be able to laugh more Two pleats come.
Li Dong contacted Nanyang with trepidation. He could see that Nanyang didn't like to join in this kind of fun. After all, there was the Mei family behind him, so he couldn't help if he didn't want to come. However, Nanyang agreed unexpectedly, and he agreed very readily. She only asked Li Dong one question: Will Qing Huan go
Li Dong said of course, Nan Yang said, then I will go too.
At five o'clock in the afternoon on the New Year's Eve, the crew had almost arrived at the Fengxian Building where the banquet was scheduled. On the first floor of the building, a hall was specially opened for them to use as a venue, and the venue was decorated in a bright red. After all, during the Chinese New Year, the surrounding area was full of red and colorful paper lanterns. The entrance was also pasted with Spring Festival couplets. . Xia Shan arrived early, and his assistant kept telling him something. He was completely looking for Zhu Qinghuan's figure with his left ear in and his right ear out.
At about six o'clock, Xiaoye's nanny car arrived at the door of the hotel.
Nanyang and Zhu Qinghuan got out of the car together. Although there is a live broadcast today, it is not a major event after all, and there is no need to wear a dress, just a little bit of everyday clothes is enough.
Zhu Qinghuan was wearing a light blue woolen coat with a camel cashmere scarf around her neck. The coat had no buttons, and the beige turtleneck sweater inside was faintly exposed. She was plainly dressed and her makeup was light, but her long curly hair was draped, and no matter how plain her dress was, she was so enchanting that people couldn't help but look at her with lustful eyes.
Nanyang stood beside her and took off his down jacket as soon as he entered the hotel. She is wearing a white shirt from Ann Deuleester today, which is different from ordinary white shirts. This is a very European court-style shirt, with wide puff sleeves on both sides, and the sleeves have ties at the inside of the upper arms and elbows. Tightened, the long lace was knotted in a complicated knot and hung down behind her elbow. As soon as she lifted her arm, she could see those beautiful frieze wiggling back and forth, which was very beautiful.
Such palace-style shirts usually open the neckline to reveal some collarbones. But Nanyang still buttoned every button tightly.
Zhu Qinghuan couldn't help but peek at Nanyang. This shirt suits her temperament well. Retro, elegant and extravagant.
The mobile phone for live broadcast has been set up in the middle of the venue, and the surrounding area was specially arranged by Li Dong. He prepared a lot of interesting parts for the audience to see today.
On the first table, the bundles of bamboo pieces and the folded red cloth are put together, and everyone will make lanterns together in a while to warm up the field. On the second table are three stacks of couplets, each of the leading actors wrote a copy, and then reposted it on Weibo and forwarded it to fans. On the third table is the arranged flour and water for everyone to make dumplings together. This involves a small game. In addition to these three tables, there is a long table on the periphery, which is filled with various desserts, cakes, red wine and drinks, which can be taken at any time.
When the assistant director Qian Dao saw Nan Yang and Zhu Qinghuan coming, he beckoned them to the mobile phone of the live broadcast and asked them to say hello to the long-awaited fans.
"Come here, the long-awaited Zhu Zhu and Boss Nan have arrived," Qian Dao used to be a host, and his speech was very smooth, and he would also come to something. "Everyone, please brush up on the public screen! Thank you [Baby Shark] The crown sent, thank you for the colorful fireworks sent by [Boss Nan, make his debut soon], thank you for the carnival sent by [I wish you must be on top], and I wish all fans in the live broadcast room a happy new year! Don't forget to double-click the screen, double-click! Double-click Little love!"
Zhu Qinghuan also said a few words beside him, asking for a double-click. The host Qian Dao was very excited, and regardless of whether Nan Yang wanted it or not, he coaxed at the screen and asked Nan Yang to say a few words.
Nan Yang's expression was not very good-looking. Zhu Qinghuan was so worried that she was broadcasting live, she quietly pulled the tie on Nanyang's puff sleeves, and shook her head at her.
Nanyang gritted his teeth, endured his displeasure, looked at the camera, and squeezed out a few words from his lips and teeth:
"Old iron... double... strike, 6... 66."
Qing Huan looked at Nan Yang with a complicated expression.
The expression on that face was really gloomy, more like saying: Lao Tie, if you dare to double-click, I will let you grow into 666 in the shape of a grave grass next year.
Zhu Qinghuan ignored the frantically swiping barrage on the public screen of the mobile phone, and hurriedly pulled Nanyang away from the camera. She pinched Nanyang's puff sleeves with her fingers, led her to a quiet corner of the dining table, brought her a small plate, and asked her to fetch the cake by herself.
There was still no smile in Nanyang's brows, but it was much more relieved than just now. She held her small plate quietly, picked up colorful desserts one after another and put them in until they formed a hill.
"Don't eat so much, you'll have to make dumplings later." Zhu Qinghuan tapped the back of Nanyang's hand lightly with the fork in his hand.
Nanyang really took it away and didn't go to get it any more.
There is a cake in the shape of a lollipop, round, poured with a layer of blue chocolate, with a paper stick inserted on it, which is convenient to hold and eat. Nanyang held a small plate in one hand and squeezed a lollipop cake into his mouth in the other. On one side, her cheeks were bulged up by her, as round as a hamster.
Her eyes twitched when she took it into her mouth. Qing Huan noticed her little expression and knew that she liked to eat this, so she took another one and put it on Nanyang's plate, "I'll give you another one."
Nanyang took it in a gracious manner, and before he could finish chewing the one in his mouth, he stuffed the new one into the empty cheek on the other side.
Both sides bulged together, more like a hamster.
"You swallow it before you eat it," Zhu Qinghuan sighed helplessly, pouring a glass of soda and handing it to Nanyang, "Why are you so greedy."
Nanyang took the soda, chewed and swallowed slowly, and took a sip of water.
Cheng also arrived tomorrow night. She was wearing a festive red coat and a brown scarf today. As soon as she entered the venue, she smiled and said "Happy New Year" to Nanyang.
After the live broadcast over there, Li Dong and Qian Dao began to invite everyone to go to the first table to make lanterns.
Bamboo pieces and red cloth were divided into small portions according to a fixed amount, and everyone had a portion. The main actors stood beside their portion and frowned. Nan Yang originally thought she and Qing Huan would make a copy together, but Li Dong prepared a separate copy for her.
Her hands are not convenient at all. Moreover, even if it is convenient, she can't do this kind of work. It couldn't have been done three thousand years ago.
The bamboo stick was just picked up, and with a light nest, it snapped off with a bang.
Nanyang looked at the bamboo strip in his hand that was broken in two, suddenly raised his eyes, looked at Qinghuan, and said, "Teach me."
Qing Huan has always done well in these things, but at the moment she is doing her part carefully. When she heard Nanyang calling her, she didn't lift her head, she just said, "I'll teach you later, you can do it yourself first."
"No. You teach me." Nanyang frowned slightly.
"Wait a moment."
Zhu Qinghuan still focused on the lantern in his hand.
Nanyang looked at the bamboo sticks in his hand that he had divided up, looked at them for a while, and threw them back on the table angrily.
She lowered her head, looked at the red cloth with bamboo strips under her fingertips, and remembered that year's New Year's Eve.
After dinner that night, seventeen-year-old Qing Huan came to her bedroom to teach her how to make lanterns. At that time, they were not together, she was still a high-ranking lord, and she was still a gentle and humble apprentice. Qinghuan patiently taught her every step of making a lantern, but she couldn't learn it, so Qinghuan walked up to her and held her hand, trying to guide her to explore.
And she took her hand away almost at the moment when Qing Huan covered the back of her hand.
She said to Qinghuan coldly: don't touch me.
Under the candlelight, Qing Huan's awkwardly dangling hands in the air, and her dull and painful eyes, seemed to be shaking slightly with the dim light in front of her eyes.
Nanyang's brows furrowed a little further.
When I recall the past, I am full of regrets.
She was in a trance when she suddenly felt someone tap the back of her hand with a finger. She looked up and saw a light smile wearing a warm beige turtleneck sweater standing in front of her, holding a brand new piece of bamboo: "I'll teach you."
The fingers on the table shrank instantly.
Nanyang lowered his voice and asked very gently:
"...Hold my hand to teach, okay?"
Zhu Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, the tips of her ears were a little red, she looked around, watching the live broadcast on her mobile phone, and subconsciously wanted to refuse.
Nanyang saw her hesitation and lowered his eyes: "Forget it."
"I... I teach." She softened again.
Every time Nanyang showed a little bit of loss, she couldn't help but compromise. She couldn't figure out why, as if it was an innate instinct.
Zhu Qinghuan's height was two centimeters shorter than Nanyang's. She stood behind Nanyang's left, her right arm was wrapped around Nanyang's waist, resting on Nanyang's right hand, and her left hand also went around and touched Nanyang's left thumb. . This posture is too ambiguous, it looks like she is hugging Nanyang tightly from behind, and because she wants to look down at the bamboo piece below, her chin will rub against the shirt on Nanyang's shoulder, making it even more intimate.
It was the first time she was so close to Nanyang.
Nanyang never sprayed perfume, but when she got closer, she realized that she had an elegant fragrance of plum blossoms on her body. It seems that she has been immersed in the plum garden for thousands of years, and the fragrance has penetrated into the bone marrow, which is not abrupt and natural.
She smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms on Nanyang's body, and her thoughts gradually became trance. For some reason, she suddenly wanted to tighten her arms, hug Nanyang into her arms, rub her long hair, and kiss her earlobe.
If she really hugged her, wouldn't this cold woman lie on her shoulder obediently and obediently
Maybe... She would still be leaning into her ear, spit out a warm and humid breath, and whispered something she told herself on the day of their wedding—
"I like you."
Snapped.
The bamboo pieces are broken again.
After Qing Huan regained her senses, her face turned crimson with a brush.
Her fingers were still on the back of Nan Yang's hand, and Nan Yang's hand was holding a bamboo piece that seemed to have been split in two. The cracks of the bamboo pieces lifted up the jagged wood wool, swaying tremblingly in the air.
An indifferent voice came from the front:
"Your fingertips are so hot."