Having said that, Jiang Zhao still pinched his nose and added Xiao Siye's WeChat back.
After all, serious business comes first. In contrast, mere opponents can't stop his eagerness to get acquainted with director Qu Zhen.
However, Qu Zhen's audition is not in a hurry. It is estimated that it will not end until next summer. When the crew has made plans to start filming, it will have to wait until the end of the year at least.
"By the way," Tang Yandong said suddenly, "There is one more thing."
Jiang Zhao immediately cheered up again, ready to listen to Master's orders.
But seeing Tang Yandong was serious and sullen one second, and smiled at him the next second, while the teacher patted him on the shoulder: "Forgot? The weekend is your birthday, and your master and I have already given you Gifts are ready."
As she said that, the teacher's wife pulled out two gift boxes from the shelf under the coffee table halfway through the trick, and stuffed them into his arms.
Jiang Zhao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry: "How old am I, and I still celebrate my birthday."
The teacher's wife said: "You can live as old as you are. I put candles on the cake for your master every year. This is the sense of ritual in life."
Jiang Zhao touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment: "Ms. taught me that."
In fact, he doesn't pay attention to birthdays and other forms. When he was busy a few years ago, he didn't even care about eating cakes.
But when things that I have forgotten are remembered by others, it always makes people feel warm.
He opened the first gift box and took out an off-white scarf from it.
"Master, did you weave it by yourself?" Jiang Zhao saw it at a glance, "This scarf is really soft."
The teacher's wife smiled happily: "Quickly put it on and try it."
Jiang Zhao did as he was told. His natural complexion was cold and fair. After his cheeks were covered with beige, he looked a little softer, and even the arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes faded a lot.
The stitches of the scarf are dense, so it feels warm when you put it on, and it took a lot of effort just to see it.
He took off the scarf and carefully folded it again, a little embarrassed: "Miss, don't worry."
"Oh, I just said that this color is suitable for Xiao Jiang," the teacher's wife pushed the other box over with a smile, "Look at your master's."
Jiang Zhao picked up the smaller box. The moment the box was opened, he froze and raised his head: "Master, this..."
Inside the box is a small Golden Orchid Award trophy.
Different from Jiang Zhao's, the design of this trophy is relatively simple. There is only a small golden orchid, and the gold-plated surface can still faintly show the traces of time.
"This is the first Golden Orchid Award Master won back then," Tang Yandong looked at him seriously. "Although it's not worth much, Master hopes that you can remember the spirit of an actor and not forget your original intention."
"Master...Master," Jiang Zhao rarely spoke coherently, "I can't..."
"Take it."
The teacher handed the trophy to him, and patted the back of his hand: "It's because your master favors you. You don't even have one, right?"
Xiao Si also laughed beside him: "Yes, I don't either."
Jiang Zhao's heart suddenly felt a little sore and numb. The trophy in his hand was not heavy, but it was like a piece of meteorite, weighing ten thousand in his heart.
This represents the inheritance of the film industry, and also represents the continuation of an actor's spirit-always use the most sincere and exciting acting skills, and do everything possible to bring the best works to the audience.
This is the reason for the establishment of the Golden Orchid Award, and also the meaning of the job of an actor.
It was already past ten o'clock in the evening when I left the Tang's house.
Holding the two birthday gifts in his arms, Jiang Zhao was still a little immersed in the emotions of the night. He waited until the elevator opened, and he suddenly realized that there was an opponent standing next to him.
"Aren't you going?" Xiao Si also stood in the elevator and looked at him.
Jiang Zhao raised his eyebrows and took a long leg: "Let's go."
If he refused, it would seem a little scared of Xiao Siye.
What's more, Jiang Zhao is in a good mood tonight, and even the bastard in front of him looks a little pleasing to the eye.
He looked at the gift box in his arms, and the corners of his lips curled up. While the elevator was going down, he pretended to ask casually, "I said, Master never gave you anything like this?"
Xiao Si also glanced at him: "No."
Jiang Zhao said "tsk": "That's really a pity—it's a pity that I have it."
His tone was full of arrogance. It is said that even if Xiao Si was not angry, he would sting back a few words if he was so provocative.
But what puzzled Jiang Zhao was that Xiao Si didn't speak.
Was it really stimulated by him
Jiang Zhao laughed in his heart.
The more complacent he was, the more he wanted to find something to tease Xiao Siye, and deliberately turned his head to look at Xiao Siye: "Since both master and mother have given me presents, then I don't know what brother Xiao is going to give my brother?"
"Or, senior brother was not prepared at all?" Jiang Zhao rubbed his chin and sighed exaggeratedly, "It's okay, anyway, with the relationship between us, I have already expected this kind of situation..."
"Give."
Xiao Si also suddenly took out a small black velvet box from his coat pocket, and handed it to him, which was obviously prepared long ago.
Jiang Zhao's smile froze on his face.
what's the situation
Did Xiao Si really prepare a gift for him
Fuck? !
He could hardly control the shock on his face, and subconsciously looked at Xiao Siye.
In the elevator, warm lights shrouded Xiao Siye's body, outlined his tall eyebrows, and cast deep shadows on his cheeks. And in those amber eyes, there was no trace of joking.
Xiao Si is also serious.
The elevator was about to descend to the first floor. Jiang Zhao heard the sound of cables rubbing when the elevator was going down, the warm air from the elevator's air conditioner, and Xiao Si's deep, hoarse voice:
"Jiang Zhao, happy birthday."
Jiang Zhao didn't know how he took the small box.
He watched the back of Xiao Si handing him the box, then turned and walked out of the elevator, feeling in a daze that he seemed a little out of control.
Yes, the dog is so calmer than the family, why is he so nervous...
With a sense of inexplicable complexity in his heart, Jiang Zhao lowered his head and opened the box.
Three seconds later.
A roar broke out in the elevator: "Xiao Si also!"
This dog day! Actually!
Put a dozen safes/sets in the box! !
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On the weekend, Jiang Zhao came to the villa area in the west of the city early in the morning.
Every villa has its own garden. When the garden door was opened, Jiang Zhao happened to see his own mother, Ms. Xu Xinnan, who was leading their family's Alaska to go out.
As soon as Xu Xinnan saw Jiang Zhao, his eyes lit up: "Hey, are you back?"
Jiang Zhao paused: "I came at an untimely time."
Xu Xinnan stepped forward without hesitation, and stuffed the dog leash into his arms: "No, you came just in time."
Jiang Zhao: "..."
On the first morning at the age of 27, I started by helping their family, Ms. Xu, walk their dog.
This Alaska was given by Jiang Zhao's uncle who worked in country E. It looked like a fur ball when it was a milk dog, so Ms. Xu gave it the name Jiang Maoqiu and the nickname Ergou.
Alaska is different from some small dogs. They are usually big and energetic, and it is extremely troublesome to walk them.
It is said that Ms. Xu has lost ten catties since she started walking her dog. And their family's second dog deserves to inherit the noble lineage from country E.
Whenever you see some flowers and plants, you want to rush in and roll around happily. If no one is watching, you have to clean up the greenery on the side of the villa area.
In one morning, Jiang Zhao's wechat steps easily exceeded 10,000, and he finally knew how Ms. Xu lost those ten catties of meat.
After returning home, Jiang Zhao slumped on the sofa. He looked at the figure of Ms. Xu picking up a skirt in front of the mirror: "Lao Jiang is at the company?"
"Yes," Ms. Xu chose one of them and hung it next to her. "Isn't there an acquisition project that I want to follow up recently? I'm so busy every day. It's really annoying. But I will definitely come back to celebrate with you at night, he also said I'm going to give you a present."
Jiang Zhao: "Let's say goodbye to the gift."
His own father Jiang Ying Long Jiang, has been with Ms. Xu, a fashionista, for thirty years, but his aesthetics has always been a mystery. Last year's birthday gift, he was given a Barbie pink Ferrari, and the year before last was a large solid gold watch studded with diamonds.
Barbie fans are still sitting in Jiang Zhao's garage, and they are particularly picturesque in his black and blue collection of sports cars. The watch has never been worn even once - let alone put it on, it makes me feel troubled when I see it.
Ms. Xu is also well aware of her husband's virtues: "Last year, he was very eloquent, saying that you definitely have a girlfriend, and the Ferrari was originally for your little girlfriend..."
Ms. Xu covered her mouth subconsciously, Jiang Zhao straightened up sharply, and asked suspiciously, "What little girlfriend?"
Ms. Xu: "Oh, can you pretend that I didn't say anything?"
The mother and son looked at each other for a long time in silence, only Ergou, who knew nothing, was still rolling happily on the carpet, shaking his fur like it was snowing.
In the end, Ms. Xu was defeated: "Okay, okay, let me confess, your dad and I really thought you were in a relationship last year, otherwise, why would someone from your family send gifts here? The note on it still has the tone of a little girl."
It was only then that Jiang Zhao remembered that what Ms. Xu was talking about was the pile of large boxes sent to his house. On his birthday last year, he was filming in the group, so Ms. Xu went to his place ahead of time, and probably saw him at that time.
"It was a gift from my fans." He was a little speechless, "After the review by the studio, Zuo Xiaoqiu will help me send it to my home. And I'm gay, falling in love with a girl is called cheating marriage. "
This tradition of sending gifts started about five years ago, starting with a small carton, followed by a large carton, and then a pile of cartons.
Jiang Zhao looks like he doesn't care about anything, but in fact, every year, the gifts sent to him by fans are specially kept in a room by him, and he takes them out to have a look from time to time.
Some hats, scarves and earrings, whether they are branded or not, as long as he likes them, he will usually wear them. He has a fan who would give him a pair of earrings of a small foreign brand every year. Jiang Zhao liked it very much, and went to the official website of the earrings to look for it, but it was probably custom-made, and there was no similar pattern on the official website.
Ms. Xu sighed: "You have been yelling about your sexuality for so many years, and I haven't seen anyone you really like. Oh, don't make a bad face. I'm not urging you to fall in love. Tonight I want to celebrate that you have been single for 20 years." Seven years of achievement. Come on, Ergou, let’s give your brother a round of applause—"
Ergou, who didn't know where he was, immediately raised his two front paws and patted them very cooperatively.
Jiang Zhao: "..."
Anyone.