The empty room was quiet again, but there was still a faint fragrance of the face.
Among the small ornaments that Li Zhao brought back, Yan Ting picked out a woodcarved bobblehead doll. This doll has a big head and a small body, and wears a bellyband with the character "Fu" on its body. It is cute and festive.
When you tap its head lightly, the big head sways to and fro, so cute.
"Sir, you haven't taken your medicine yet." Seeing that Yan Ting was suddenly interested in the small gift that Li Zhao brought back, the housekeeper seemed to have forgotten the medicine in the study: "Do you need me to take it for you?"
"No." Yan Ting curled up and poked the doll's fingers, put the bobblehead doll on the display cabinet, turned upstairs and went back to the room.
"Sir!" Seeing that Yan Ting didn't seem to be planning to take the medicine, the housekeeper took two steps worriedly: "You..."
Yan Ting stopped and turned his head to look at him expressionlessly. All the courage and language of the housekeeper disappeared under this look, and he didn't even dare to take a step forward.
It wasn't until Yan Ting walked away and the sound of the door closing that the housekeeper took his breath away. He turned his head to look at the ornamental cabinet, the woodcarved big-headed doll that was incompatible with other expensive ornaments, and carefully put away the other things that Li Zhao brought back.
In the middle of the night, Yan Ting was awakened by the woman's screams and scolding. He sat up from the bed, opened the door and walked out.
The woman in the red dress slowly passed in front of him, walked to the top of the spiral staircase, and then jumped, like a butterfly that lost its wings, and fell heavily to the ground.
She just lay on the bright floor like that, and the blood-red liquid continued to flow out of her body, which was redder and more beautiful than the dress on her body.
Going down the steps, Yan Ting stepped on the floor of the hall, and a sticky touch came from the soles of his feet. He looked down and saw the blood stained the uppers of his shoes.
How can one person bleed so much
The woman lying on the ground, with her big, beautiful eyes, met his. Her lips were wriggling and her expression was extremely sad, but Yan Ting couldn't hear what she was saying.
He stepped on the stream of blood, walked to the woman, knelt in front of her on one knee, and put his ear to her pale mouth.
"Baby, mother take you away."
"Let's get out of here together."
The cold hand suddenly gained strength, she grabbed his wrist tightly, blood stained his arm: "Follow me."
The blood had stained half of Yan Ting's body, he looked at the crazy and desperate woman, and said emotionlessly: "No."
"Why, why?" the woman screamed: "Are you also sorry for me?!"
Yan Ting watched her not speak, the woman's scream seemed to pierce his eardrums, trying to pull his boring soul out of the stench.
"Someone will come to me tomorrow." The woman's scream was so loud that it covered Yan Ting's own voice: "I promised him."
The screaming stopped abruptly, the woman disappeared, the blood in the room disappeared, and in the spacious hall, there was only Yan Ting himself.
"Sir." The two bodyguards rushed in at this time and turned on the lights in the room: "Are you all right?"
Under the light, Yan Ting's complexion was pale and wearing thin pajamas, he looked like a perfect and emotionless sculpture.
"It's okay." Yan Ting lowered his eyelids, his eyes were dark.
"Sir, your medicine." The butler came out of the corner holding the medicine.
Yan Ting looked at the medicine bottle, but did not reach out to take it.
"Mr. Li will come to find you tomorrow morning."
With a slight movement of his fingertips, Yan Ting put the medicine into his mouth. The warm water takes the pills and rolls them down the esophagus together. He looked out the pitch-black window and raised his arms to look at the world.
It's almost dawn.
After several days of high-load filming, Li Zhao was very tired. When he woke up, it was already after nine in the morning.
He jumped up from the bed, washed quickly, hugged his hat, scarf and jacket, and rushed to the Yan Ting family next door.
Walking into the gate, Li Zhao saw Yan Ting sitting neatly on the sofa, with an untouched breakfast on the dining table.
"I'm sorry, Tingting, I overslept today." Li Zhao scratched his head embarrassedly and looked at the dining table: "Have you eaten yet?"
"Sit down and eat together." Yan Ting stood up and walked to the dining table to sit down. Li Zhao quickly sat down cheekily: "It smells good."
After breakfast, Li Zhao put on his hat and scarf, and said to Yan Ting, "The agent said that I have become famous recently, so I can't be recognized outside."
Fortunately, it's cold now, so it's not too strange to cover yourself tightly.
Yan Ting looked at Li Zhao with only one pair of eyes showing, took the scarf from the butler's hand, followed Li Zhao's way, and wrapped it around his neck.
During the New Year's Day holiday, any fun place is crowded with tourists. Li Zhao familiarly took Yan Ting to a not-so-spacious courtyard, where applause and cheers came out.
"There are a few young guys here. They learned how to perform in Tianqiao. When I was a stand-in in the crew, I made friends with them." Li Zhao reached out and knocked on the small window with the wooden sign "Ticket Sales" hanging on it. , the young man sleeping on the table raised his head.
"Brother, are there any seats available?" Li Zhao pulled down the mask covering his face, "Set up a good seat for my buddy."
"Zhaozhao?!" The young man who bought the ticket saw Li Zhao's face clearly, ran out of the house, looked around, and whispered, "You are a celebrity now, why did you come here?"
"What's red?" Li Zhao put on the mask back: "Isn't this a holiday? I'll bring my buddies here to cheer you on."
"Let's go, I'll take you in." The young man smiled and nodded at Yan Ting, saying hello. He led the two of them into the side door, lifted the curtain and pointed at the wooden table in the middle: "You sit down first, and I'll go get you some tea."
"Thank you." Yan Ting thanked the young man and took Yan Ting to the center. Yan Ting noticed that it was a small open-air courtyard with a canopy on it, and a dozen or so spectators sat sparsely in the auditorium. Throw some bounty in the basket.
"Their performances are authentic flyover craftsmanship, but young people don't like to watch these performances now, and there may be fewer and fewer people who learn this in the future." Li Zhao and Yan Ting introduced in a low voice: "Wait after watching the show. , I'll take you to an old restaurant nearby."
After a while, the ticket seller came in with a teapot and a fruit bowl. Seeing Yan Ting's extraordinary aura, he thought he was a big man in the circle. He was afraid that he would cause trouble to Li Zhao by talking too much, so after a few simple greetings, he went to look for him. Left with an excuse.
The young men who performed on the stage were all in their twenties and thirties, but the content of the performance was old-fashioned craftsmanship, such as swallowing a long sword, putting a spear on the throat, carrying a bucket in the stomach, etc. dozens of minutes.
At the end of the performance, someone took a basket to pick up the reward, most of the audience got up and left, and occasionally there was a reward, but it was only ten yuan or twenty yuan.
When the young man with the reward basket passed by Yan Ting and Li Zhao, Yan Ting put a handful of money in.
The young man stopped in shock, looked at Yan Ting, and then looked at Li Zhao: "Zhao Zhao, we don't need to abide by such rules."
Li Zhao didn't expect Yan Ting to take out so much money, so he put his hand around Yan Ting's shoulder and said with a laugh, "According to the rules of the rivers and lakes, there is no reason to take the rewarded money back, so you just keep it."
"Thank you, eldest brother." The boys sent the audience away, cleaned up the peel and melon crumbs in the yard, and all gathered around Li Zhao.
"Okay, you boy." The leader was called Dalong, and he bumped Li Zhao's chest with his elbow: "In that online drama you played, our brothers turned on their mobile phones every day to help you increase the click rate, Now I have finally made it, congratulations."
Everyone had a relationship with the crew as a stand-in, but they were different from Li Zhao. After all, they had a craftsmanship to make a living. Li Zhao had no father or mother, and there was no way out.
They were very happy to see Li Zhao finally becoming popular, although they subconsciously felt that they would never have the chance to see Li Zhao again in the future.
After many artists became popular, in order to avoid trouble, they would change their mobile phone numbers and delete the contact information of many people.
But Li Zhao still came, not only came, but also brought friends.
"Thank you." Li Zhao rubbed the place where he was hit, and smiled bitterly: "Brother Dalong, you have a lot of strength, be gentle."
"Hehe." Dalong smiled embarrassedly and turned to look at Yan Ting: "You are Zhaozhao's friend, right? I heard from them just now that you gave us a lot of money, thank you. If you come to see the performance next time , but don't give any more money, our own brothers, don't pay attention to this."
"Good performance." Yan Ting had never dealt with such a social person, so he didn't say much.
"It's better than anything you praised." Dalong saw that Yan Ting was reticent, he turned his head and continued to chat with Li Zhao: "Do you know how many little girls are yelling at the Internet to do you? Wife, why do you go out at such a time without being afraid of being recognized?"
"Last year, it was promised that if I had time for this year's New Year's Day, I would come to see your qigong performance. At that time, you said that no matter how many people I brought, I would not charge for tickets." Li Zhao raised his eyebrows and pretended to be angry: "Why, I You just brought a friend here, you can't bear it?"
"Hey, you kid!" Dalong slapped, remembering the weight of his hands, and took it back with a smile: "Of course I count, whether it's this year's New Year's Day or next year's New Year's Day, as long as you come, I won't accept you. Ticket money."
"Everyone has heard it. When I come in the future, no one can take my money." Li Zhao took Yan Ting's shoulder: "Also, when my buddy comes, you can't take any money."
Dalong: "Hey, you've already become a big star, why are you still as stubborn as before?"
"Because I'm poor."
Everyone laughed.
Dalong and the others talked and laughed with Li Zhao until noon before they parted ways with Li Zhao. Watching the backs of Li Zhao and Yan Ting, the boy who was performing the iron-swallowing ball approached Dalong and whispered, "Dalong, do you think the coats Zhaozhao and his friends are wearing look a lot like a couple's outfit?"
"I can't." Dalong scratched his forehead: "Can't it be that the two of them are in a good relationship?"
"Keep your mind pure and don't look at everyone as gay."
"… "
In the old restaurant, Li Zhao ordered the boss's signature dish: "His lamb chops are especially delicious. You must eat two more later."
The restaurant is full of customers, and the whole restaurant is a world of fireworks.
"it is good."
Although the world is full of hustle and bustle, noisy and irritable, but…
Looking at the smile on Li Zhao's face, he tried his best to blend himself into the hustle and bustle.
The author has something to say: Ting Baobao: Although the world is noisy and noisy, it is good to have you.