Sitting at the door with a stall, in fact, she and Chang Yu were chatting some gossip more often, recalling the interesting things on campus back then, and few people actually came to the door to write love letters. Instead, there was an old lady on a crutch, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and asked Ji Yaoguang and the others to help read a letter from home. Even so, after a day of busy work, Ji Yaoguang has transformed into the richest person in the entire inn. Of course, he reluctantly handed over a small part to An Muyu's hands to let her buy daily necessities. needed, and the rest was given to Chang Yu for safekeeping.
This mood improved, and even seeing the Siren became more enthusiastic. Ji Yaoguang didn't mind that the siren who was running around got a layer of dust from somewhere, so she hugged it in her arms and rubbed it. She gently stroked the messed up cat hair with her fingers, and she smiled softly. Said: "Don't run around in the inn, I will get you something delicious tomorrow." The siren seemed to understand Ji Yaoguang's words, and after meowing a few times, she rushed into a small flower bush.
"You're not too dirty." Chang Yu looked at Ji Yaoguang's actions and gave a slight reproach.
Ji Yaoguang chuckled and said, "Poop shoveler, what's the word 'dirty'?" At this moment, she remembered her identity as a shit shoveler. It was another night, and it was no different from usual. They were supposed to perform a historical stage play by drawing lots, but because the director Zhao Beiting had other things to do, they put it on hold for a while, and the assistant director and cameraman applauded. , All of a sudden ran to the small room to play poker.
"Teacher Chang—"
When Chang Yu was about to return to the room, he was suddenly stopped by An Muyu. The inside of the inn is similar to the wing rooms in ancient times, one is side by side with the other, and there is an antique corridor outside. It was a coincidence that An Muyu's room happened to be arranged next to them, and they would inevitably meet when they came in and out. Adhering to the principle of not being seen, Ji Yaoguang turned his head and entered the room, while Chang Yu folded his arms around his chest, kept a distance from An Muyu, and asked rather coldly: "What's the matter?"
There are bright red lanterns hanging in the corridor, and the bright light penetrates through the layer of thin paper, dyeing it in a dark red hue, and together with the wind coming through the corridor, it creates a lonely and desolate atmosphere. Chang Yu was carrying the lamp on his back, and An Muyu couldn't see her expression clearly, but was stabbed by the cold and alienated tone, and his face turned pale for a moment. She thought she would have enough time to get in touch with Chang Yu, after all, they were in the same program group, but it was not as she expected. Everyone almost unanimously recommended her to be the chef in the inn, who would spend all day washing rice and picking vegetables in the house, preparing a rich and cheap meal for them who were walking around. Doesn't she want to leave the inn? Doesn't she want to go out with Chang Yu? But there was Ji Yaoguang, who occupied Chang Yu's day and night. Why did it develop like this? Even if she was not accepted by Chang Yu, Ji Yaoguang shouldn't come back. Can she still be friends with Chang Yu? Can she try to go further
Chang Yu waited for a long time but did not hear An Muyu speak, but saw that her eyes were full of complex emotions and even a hint of hatred. She frowned, and she repeated: "If Miss An has nothing else, I will Go back to the house first. Ji Yaoguang is still waiting for me."
"It's just that there's another door, so Teacher Chang is so impatient?" An Muyu couldn't hold back her hateful and jealous tone for a moment, and when she saw Chang Yu's face turned cold, she covered her lips and smiled awkwardly He said, trying to restore his image in a soft tone, "Sorry, Teacher Chang, I just have something for you. I saw this set of knives in the market before, so I bought it." After returning the scraps of wood, she knew what it was for. Where did Bo Yu say it was used to burn firewood? She had been fortunate enough to see the flawless finished product of Chang Yu's exquisite knife work. There should be a romance of studying art in her nature, but it was covered up by her usual indifference and alienation.
I don’t know how many cheap vegetables you can buy with the money for this set of knives—Chang Yu will not accept gifts from others for no reason. She thinks that she and An Muyu haven’t gotten to know this well yet, and Ji Yaoguang’s words are still in her mind Unable to get rid of it, she thought of Zhao Qing who caused the relationship between her and Ji Yaoguang to break down, and she had to suspect that An Muyu had something up her sleeve. She hooked the corners of her lips, showing a polite smile, without concealing the rejection in her words. Just as Ji Yaoguang's impatient voice came from the room, Chang Yu smiled again and said, "Sorry, I have to go back to the room first." With the closing of the carved wooden door, An Muyu's scorching sight was blocked outside the door.
Ji Yaoguang's movements have always been sloppy, he quickly took a shower and nestled under the quilt, and turned on the air conditioner to drive away the day's cold in the room. When she saw Chang Yu returning to the room, she raised her eyes and said with a faint smile, "The water is still hot, so go quickly." After finishing speaking, she lowered her head to look at her phone. It feels like a long time has passed since I joined the program group, but in fact it was only three or two days. The messages in WeChat were one after another, except for Ji Kaiyang's constant questioning about his current situation to express his concern, and the insinuations from his manager Su Ci.
Su Ci, she will not leave Tang Dynasty, and she has brought a newcomer under her command. This cognition came back to her mind, making Ji Yaoguang's heart feel like being pricked by a needle. She thought of Su Ci's kindness to her, but then her mind was occupied by An Muyu's face again. "Xiaoyu is the newcomer I brought. She doesn't understand anything. Please take care of her." Su Ci's tone of message was very flat, but because of his hatred for An Muyu, Ji Yaoguang insisted on seeing the almost cruel from this sentence. Innocent.
Will An Muyu need her to take care of her? Chang Yu is probably the only one An Muyu wants to get close to. The words revealed the future arrangements for An Muyu. The boss of Shengtang let Chang Yu, the cash cow, go away. Naturally, he knew that Ji Yaoguang couldn't keep her, so he stuffed him under the hands of the gold medal manager Su Ci. For a newcomer who thinks she has potential, as long as she increases her exposure to the audience through the program group, her gentle gourmet family will be able to stand up—she will accept commercials, TV dramas, and even enter the new field of movies. When An Muyu enters the entertainment industry, she will know more and more people involved, and she will become an airtight net. Of course Ji Yaoguang is not happy to see this happen, she cannot Go to help An Muyu, but just be a stranger who looks on coldly.
Ji Yaoguang, who was deeply immersed in her own thoughts, didn't hear Chang Yu's voice at all. It was only when a question "what are you thinking" came to her ears that she suddenly came back to her senses. A corner of the quilt was lifted, and the person who slipped into the quilt while stroking her long hair stretched out her hand to pinch her face, and said in a low voice, "The ink stains have been washed away." His tone seemed rather regretful.
Ji Yaoguang smiled slightly, she tilted her head to look at Chang Yu, and said, "Although the ink stains have been erased, but Mr. Chang, your name is signed in my heart, and there is no way to remove it." Just came out of the bathroom Chang Yu, with a faint fragrance of shower gel on his body, Ji Yaoguang threw away the phone, leaned on Chang Yu's body and sniffed lightly. The hand slowly slid down to the waist, stroking the skin of the waist through the thin pajamas. "Mr. Chang, can I ask for a goodnight kiss?"
Chang Yu blinked and smiled lightly, "Are you going to sleep?"
"Of course—no." The words changed abruptly, and the corners of Ji Yaoguang's lips were full of smiles. She leaned forward and kissed Chang Yu's eyebrows, but she felt that it was not enough. The desire that had been suppressed for a while suddenly rose, and her eyes were shining, full of an inexplicable expectation. Chang Yu didn't refuse her kiss, and she became more courageous as if she had been encouraged—after staying on the red lips for a while, she finally slowly pushed open the closed city gate and began to attack the city. The sound of light panting echoed in the room, and the person who was half leaning against the head of the bed was now completely flat. Curly eyelashes were covered with a layer of moist water mist, with a shyness of refusal and welcome. The deep kiss swallowed all the crooning, only an eager atmosphere was burning in the room from beginning to end. After pestering Chang Yu for a long time, Ji Yaoguang still didn't feel any sleepiness. She lazily leaned on Chang Yu's shoulder, and reached out to fumble for the mobile phone that had slipped somewhere.
"It seems that this episode has already started broadcasting?"
"Yes." The voice baptized by passion was a little hoarse, Chang Yu lowered his eyelashes and replied softly.
Ji Yaoguang doesn't really want to watch the live show, what she wants to know is the dynamics on the Internet and the evaluation of them by that group of people. There are more and more comments on the old Weibo, most of which are about the show, and many people praise her, but the siren who has been made into an emoticon pack occupies most people's attention. Do you want to praise her, Ji Yaoguang, or her cat? After flipping through her own Weibo updates, she went to the official Weibo of the program group and found that they were actually exposed to the camera the moment they joined the group, instead of starting after Zhao Beiting said it started. After recalling what he did, Ji Yaoguang no longer has much memory. I quickly scrolled down the comments, and finally accidentally poked a link on a certain forum—the title clearly pointed to her, Ji Yaoguang, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of floors were covered.
"I thought Ji Yaoguang was just a vase in the entertainment industry, and something must be added before her name, that is, the wife of the goddess Chang Yu. When it was reported that the two of them were divorcing, I was on the side of the goddess. , because I searched for related comments about Ji Yaoguang on the Internet. It doesn't mean that her acting skills are not good enough, or that she has something to do with a certain artist. As for Goddess Chang and Zhao Qing's green tea, I don't believe they have anything to do with each other. But everything happened later It's all like a dream. Overnight, from a vase of unknown origin in the entertainment circle to the eldest lady of the Ji family, and also a super university bully in the Chinese Department of Z University? After "Ning Chen" was released, I bought a ticket On the one hand, it was to see my goddess, and on the other hand, I wanted to scold Ji Yaoguang, but the result was shocking. Is this still Ji Yaoguang? I’m afraid he was possessed by ghosts and gods? Why did he change so suddenly? It’s hard for others to match The background, the object that everyone dreams of, and the alma mater that makes most people daunted - obviously can be a salty fish! I won't say that I am envious and jealous!"
"Secondly, upstairs, after watching this episode, I was so scared that I lost my melons. Is Teacher Ji so cute? How much is a catty for being cute? I want to buy it too!"
"I don't want anything, I just ask for a love poem written by Ji Yaoguang very, very simply."
"Upstairs, you can go to the song "Wave Washing the Sand" at the end of the show. It was composed by Cheng Henian, and Ji Baobao wrote the lyrics!"
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"So I used to be so bad in their minds?" Ji Yaoguang touched his chin, looked at the rows of black words on the phone, and said thoughtfully.
"No, you are excellent." Chang Yu shook his head.
Ji Yaoguang snorted, she stared into Chang Yu's eyes and said, "You lied to me, you said I was terrible before, and you disliked me for being bad, capricious and bad-tempered."
"..." Chang Yu pursed his lips and remained silent.
"Now give you a chance to praise me."
Chang Yu was kind and kind, and smiled and said: "Yes, our Teacher Ji is both beautiful and talented. There will never be someone as lovely as her in the world. Is this enough?"
"You are obviously perfunctory to me." Ji Yaoguang protested, "I speak from my heart, but what about you? You even started talking nonsense, where did you learn to be bad!"
Chang Yu reached out to brush away Ji Yaoguang's long hair, and gazed tenderly into her eyes: "While looking at you."
The sudden love words made Ji Yaoguang's heart skip a beat, a blush spread from the base of her ears, she tilted her head to avoid Chang Yu's sight, and muttered: "Okay, don't talk anymore!" She buried her head in Chang Yu In his arms, he wanted to hide the joy in his heart, but he couldn't hide the bright smile on the corner of his lips.
The author has something to say: Of course the signature is "Chang Yu"!
Teacher Chang's painting style has changed suddenly, what should I do