Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

Letters from fans?

A flash of understanding flashed in Sang Jiuqing's eyes. She usually doesn't care about these things. Sister An has always been in charge of fans' letters and gifts, but she didn't expect the other party to be so careful and send so many letters. Do you have to take each one apart?

An Hong's face was rarely stiff, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"I'm not bored, just take a look."

"Thank you."

After all, they are her fans. Speaking of which, she should be the one to worry about these things, but this person kept silent and arranged everything so well. Apart from thanking her, she really didn't know what else to say.

An Hong waved her hand, and there seemed to be more flesh on her face, but to be honest, An Hong was that kind of cute fat guy, not greasy at all.

"Thank me for what, really."

The two sat facing each other like this, but Sang Jiuqing didn't post this on Weibo, it's someone else's business what others say.

It's just that after a few days of trouble, someone came out to defend Sang Jiuqing, showing off trucks, all of which were new tables, chairs and benches, as well as a set of books, and deliberately left his real name.

"I don't know what to complain about such a person. I'm a college student who came out of the countryside. I took a leave of absence and just returned to the village. I heard that someone donated two schools here.

The construction of the new school has already started. These are the things that have just arrived. The potholed road in my hometown is now also under construction.

It was only later that I found out that a child in the village liked Sang Jiuqing very much. He ran a long mountain road to the town to send a letter. Unexpectedly, Sang Jiuqing actually received it and sent him a letter back, promising to do his best. Helping this village will build a new school, buy new textbooks, and build new roads.

So I really don’t know what is so good about such a person. If you like her, you should be proud, because you like a high-quality idol. If you don’t like her, please give a little more space. After all, she did nothing wrong. What, everyone in the village now knows about this girl named Sang Jiuqing. The newly built school is called Jiuqing Primary School. I will tell everyone when it is completed. "

Such a sincere sentence instantly blocked everyone's mouths. Originally, Sang Jiuqing's fans did not argue with those black fans about this matter. It's a store, I never thought there would be so many things.

It turned out that there was such a thing, and now their hearts are full, what does it feel like, oh, yes, that is called honor.

"I'm so proud, I'm a fan of hers."

"The Goddess has never let us down."

"She is so nice, please give her some space, and, I love her, and I hope to accompany her all the way through the trials and tribulations."

The fans immediately confessed sincerely, and the comment area was soon overwhelmed by Sang Jiuqing's fans, and this Weibo was directly topped the trending list.

"Passers-by said that they couldn't hate her."

"Road turn powder."

"A person who can bring hope to people, no wonder so many people like it."

The discussion on the Internet suddenly reversed. Sang Jiuqing felt a little ashamed when she saw those comments on herself. She smiled embarrassingly, forget it, let them misunderstand.

Sang Jiuqing was praised on the Internet, but some people were not happy, such as Li Yaqian and Sang Rou, the two got together again at this time, but Li Yaqian looked a little weak, without the arrogance of the past.

"So, it's really not Mr. Bai who had sex with you in the box that night?"

Sang Rou was a little unbelievable. Li Yaqian had told her about that incident. At that time, Li Yaqian's expression was quite smug. She didn't expect that it wasn't Luo City at all. Thinking of this, it was extremely refreshing.

"Ah."

Li Yaqian's face was pale, and she felt terrible when she thought about that night. Obviously, the person she saw was Brother Luocheng, but Brother Luocheng had already sent all the evidence to the Li family. No matter how unwilling she was, she had to admit it , The person that night was really not him.

"Sang Rou, what do you think I should do? I'm still filming with Sang Jiuqing. When I see that bitch, I want to scratch her face."

Sang Rou took a sip of the fruit juice, and she finally understood that Sang Jiuqing is a Xiaoqiang who can't be killed in a single blow.

"Yaqian, don't worry, the most important thing for us now is to wait."

Li Yaqian gritted her teeth, although she was unwilling, there was nothing she could do. She wasn't even afraid of her grandfather Sang Jiuqing, so what else would she be afraid of.

"We have to do it, we must do it absolutely, and we must not let her have any chance of turning over."

A smile flashed in Sang Rou's eyes, and she stroked the hair next to her ear with her fingertips.

Sang Jiuqing, she will pull her down from the sky sooner or later.

The two were calculating here, but Sang Jiuqing didn't know this. She worked very hard. Since the filming of "The Beacon of the Republic of China" started, she has been on the set almost every day.

Zhang Ao appreciates her attitude very much. After all, in the current entertainment industry, there are too many little fresh meats with sky-high salaries but embarrassing acting skills. They only care about money and their own popularity, and they have long forgotten how to act An actor's principle.

But Sang Jiuqing was different. She was young, serious, and daring to fight. The most important thing was her attitude towards acting. It was no exaggeration to say that she was the best he had ever seen.

Here Sang Jiuqing was thinking about the script with his head down, when he suddenly heard someone calling his name, he looked up suspiciously, and saw four or five fans standing not far away, and he didn't know where they got in, after all The crew does not allow outsiders to enter.

Sang Jiuqing immediately got up and walked out. Snowflakes were falling outside, and a thick layer had already accumulated on their heads, as well as their shoulders.

"I saw a real person, so excited."

"Ahh, she's here, she's here!"

"It's over! My heart is beating so fast!"

Several people were trying to calm down, but Sang Jiuqing was already standing in front of them, frowning when he saw the weather outside.

"You'll catch a cold like this."

A few fans were a little apprehensive about trespassing here, but the goddess cared about them as soon as she opened her mouth, and her heart was instantly filled with warmth.

"Goddess, I like you so much and will always support you."

One of the boys howled, his face turned red after howling, and several of them burst out laughing.

"Are you my boyfriend fan?"

When Sang Jiuqing said this with a sneer, everyone burst into laughter, only the boy's face turned redder.

An Hong brought thermos cups and umbrellas, five of them, and distributed them to the group of people.

"Don't come next time. With such heavy snow, I will try my best to broadcast live online or find time to interact with you guys. It's okay to chase stars, but you can't ignore your body."

The five nodded obediently, and one of the girls took a cardboard box, looking a little shy, because Sang Jiuqing had told her fans earlier that she would not accept any expensive gifts.

"This is... the handkerchief I embroidered."

Sang Jiuqing looked at the other party's bewildered look, her brows and eyes were soft, and she took it in the palm of her hand, and her heart softened. These fans of hers are really cute.

"Let's take a photo together and take out your phones."

She took the initiative to make this request, and they were so excited that they almost fainted. They took pictures with them one by one, and asked Sister An to take a group photo with their mobile phones.

"Sister Sang, it's your turn, the filming has started."

There was such a sound from the crew, and the five fans felt sorry when they knew that the goddess was going in.

"You film well and take care of your body."

Sang Jiuqing nodded, turned around and entered the crew, urging them to go back quickly before leaving.

The five fans looked at each other before leaving reluctantly.

I went back to the set, put on my makeup, and started filming. I have to say, I was really moved by my fans. Since her debut, those people have supported her without hesitation. He De He Neng.

After the fans left, they posted the thermos cups and umbrellas in their hands and those few group photos on Weibo in a short while. The tone was full of pride and complacency, which aroused the envy and hatred of a group of people.

"The goddess is so beautiful. She is really beautiful. I always thought that those photos were edited by the studio. I didn't expect her to be so beautiful."

"Well, haha, don't you feel inferior when taking pictures with the goddess?"

Fans began to tease her. Indeed, Sang Jiuqing has a good figure, fair skin, and delicate facial features, which almost took away all eyes.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that when she takes a photo with a fan who is shorter than herself, she will deliberately bend her knees until she is about the same height as the other person.

This scene made fans feel even more heartwarming.

And Sang Jiuqing started to unpack the gifts after the shooting was over. The wrapping was very careful, and the handkerchief was not decorated too much. The fabric was very good, and there was a peony logo on the corner. It's very small, but every trace of stamen is clearly visible, which shows that the other party is really hardworking.

When she came out with the gift, she saw Boluo City stepping off a leg from the car.

She immediately handed over the gift to An Hong, took the silk handkerchief with her, and trotted towards Bo Luo City.

It was snowing heavily outside, and soon there were snowflakes on the hair of the two of them, as well as on their shoulders.

"Finished?"

Boluo City was going to look for her, but the other party just came out, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he patted Sang Jiuqing's shoulder with his slender fingertips, looking extremely pampered.

Sang Jiuqing was dazzled by the smile on the other party's face, and was inexplicably moved in her heart. Maybe she has become a little sentimental recently, and she is always easily moved by others.

Boluo City saw the woman with red eyes, raised her eyebrows, didn't she just pat her with snowflakes, why was she moved like this, but seeing the snow on the other's black hair, his fingers suddenly stopped down.