【New Red Mansion】Perfect World

After watching for a while, Pin'er learned it, and Shui Rong immediately let her play at the table, while he watched her from the side. Sitting opposite was Li Haoze, who took advantage of the break between playing a card to observe his third brother's girlfriend.

Lin Pin'er wore a moon-white shirt with a cute scarf collar and a mint green knitted cardigan. After removing her wig, she combed her hair and tied it behind her head. Her widow's peak and plain face made her look outstanding.

She looked at her mahjong tiles carefully, arranging them neatly from left to right in the order of Wan, Tiao, and Bing. She memorized every card played by each player, and knew exactly what cards were left.

"Twenty thousand." Pin'er's voice was soft and sweet, and her personality was also gentle. Her finger lines were very beautiful, and she placed the cards gently on the table.

Tina on the left suddenly spoke up: "Are you a couple?"

Lin Pin'er looked at Tina and realized that she was talking to her. She nodded implicitly and said "hmm."

"So are you planning on announcing your relationship as a couple right after your debut or are you planning on keeping it secret?"

Pin'er thought for a moment, and then it was her turn to draw a card. She drew a card and played it before answering Tina's question.

"We didn't plan to hide it, we just let it happen. Our classmates at school also knew that we were a couple."

Shui Rong had been listening attentively, fearing that Pin'er wanted to hide their relationship. He heaved a sigh of relief when he heard her say that.

Li Haoze noticed Shui Rong's micro-expression and looked down on him for being worthless. His brother had never been smart before, and he had never heard of him getting close to girls. This year, he suddenly became smart, and he was unexpectedly a romantic.

"Have you signed with the company?" Tina threw away a card and continued to ask.

"Not yet." Pin'er has stopped playing. She draws a card and discards it directly.

Shui Rong, who was beside her, helped her read the cards, then raised his head and answered Tina: "We plan to set up a studio first and sign only the two of us. After all, we still have school to go to, so there is no rush for our development."

He Yichen also said, "That's fine. I have a few print ads being filmed in the next few days. I can recommend you guys to try it then."

Li Shuirong and Lin Pin'er were very happy to hear this, and thanked Director He in unison. When it was Lin Pin'er's turn to draw a card:

"What a fool."

She slowly pushed down the cards one by one for everyone to see.

"You have good luck with the new trick. You got to touch the ultimate card." Tina muttered after looking at the cards.

Lin Pin'er thought that she was not relying on luck, because she could see that the two families on the left and right did not make pancakes. Li Haoze had made eight or nine pancakes, so there was still a chance for the out-of-print seven pancakes, so she stopped this problem.

After playing two more games, Shui Rong saw that Pin'er was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes, so he hurriedly called Jiang Yuhan to play for her. Then he said goodbye to everyone and sent Lin Pin'er back home.

After getting in the car, Pin'er looked out the window listlessly, her eyes clenched but she didn't dare close them.

"Why don't you lean on me and sleep for a while?" Shui Rong asked cautiously.

"Shui Rong, you said today that we will have our own studio? Just sign ourselves?" Pin'er asked thoughtfully while looking out the window.

"Well, I've asked Shifan to apply for relevant matters."

"Will I become a star in the future?"

"Yes." Shui Rong answered gently.

Pin'er looked out the window and fell into deep thought. She used to think Tina was a goddess who was high above everyone else, but now that she's in close contact with her, she finds that she's just like an ordinary girl, easy to get along with and has a good personality. But once it comes to professional fields, she's so versatile and serious. What she saw today made her believe that an ordinary person like herself might one day be able to stand on a dazzling stage. But the prerequisite is to become professional.

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Fortunately, there was no filming on Saturday. Pin'er was very sleepy last night. Fortunately, she took off her makeup when she finished work. When she got home, she fell asleep without saying a word.

It was a rare Saturday morning when I slept until nine o'clock. After breakfast, Pin'er remembered the task of the school poetry club, which was to organize the poems and print them into a book.

So he took Xueyan to the big desk, spread paper and grind ink.

First, I found a small roll of rice paper with the painting "Spring Rain in Yanshan Mountain" and pressed it down with a paperweight. Then I moistened my pen and found a piece of draft paper. I wrote down the 35-rhyme couplets from memory and then carefully copied them on the rice paper.

Unexpectedly, I couldn't stop writing. I painted on a fan, wrote big characters, and drew a few strokes of bamboo.

When it was almost noon, Li Shuirong came back from outside. He was carrying a guitar and wearing a white shirt. He was a handsome young man with high spirits.

He went into the yard to see Lianyu first and fed him a cashew nut. Then he went into the house carrying a bag. He changed into slippers, handed the bag to Zijuan, and walked back to the desk.

Before I got close, I saw calligraphy works spread out on the floor ready to dry. The entire floor of the study was white.

"Oh, you wrote so much this morning? Was it hard work?"

Pin'er was immersed in it, she only looked up at him and smiled, then lowered her head and continued writing.

Shui Rong immediately fell in love with the poem on the painting "Spring Rain at Yanshan Mountain". He bent down, picked it up, and recited it in a low voice:

35 Rhymes of Couplets on the Scenery of Grand View Garden on Mid-Autumn Night

On the Mid-Autumn Festival night, we would go out for a leisurely outing during the Lantern Festival.

The sky is filled with bright stars, and the earth is filled with the sound of music.

There are lanterns flying everywhere, and every house has its windows open.

The cold wind blows gently, and the night is warm and cozy.

Fighting for the pie, they laugh at the old man; sharing the melon, they laugh at the green girl.

The fragrance is new and the glory of osmanthus is glorious, the color is healthy and luxuriant, the golden chry

Candles shine brightly at the banquet, wine glasses fill the garden.

Divide the Cao and respect one order, and listen to three announcements for the shooting of covers.

The dice are colored red, and the drums are beating loudly.

The bright sunlight shakes the courtyard, and the plain colors connect the heaven and earth.

There is no host or guest in reward and punishment, I recite poems and preface Zhong Kun.

When conceiving, lean on the railing, imagine the scene or lean against the door.

The wine is gone but the joy remains, the music fades away.

Gradually the talking and laughing faded away, leaving only traces of snow and frost.

The dew on the steps forms morning fungi, The mist in the courtyard gathers the evening mist.

The autumn rapids pour out the stone marrow, and the wind and leaves gather at the roots of the clouds.

Baowu is lonely and pure, while Yinchan is full of energy.

The medicine is pounded by the magic rabbit, and people run to Guanghan.

He invited Niu Nu to fight, and waited for the emperor's grandson on a raft.

The wheel of emptiness and fullness is uncertain, the spirit of the new moon and the dark moon only exists in vain.

The sound of the kettle leaking is about to die down, and the flame of the window lamp has gone out.

The shadow of a crane crosses the cold pond, and the soul of a flower is buried in the cold moon.

The incense melts the golden tripod, and the icy fat fills the jade basin.

The sound of the flute increases the widow's weeping, and she asks the maid to warm her quilt.

A phoenix is ​​hung in the empty tent, and a colorful mandarin duck is hidden on the idle screen.

The moss becomes slippery when the dew is thick, and the bamboo becomes hard to touch when the frost is heavy.

Still walking in the winding swamp, still ascending to the quiet plain.

The strange stones make gods and ghosts fight, the strange trees make tigers and wolves crouch.

The morning light shines through the Bixi, and the morning dew gathers on the Fuxi.

Birds chirp in the forest, and monkeys cry in the valley.

When one is familiar with a path, one forgets the way; when one knows a spring, one does not ask its source.

The bell rings in Longcui Temple, and the roosters crow in Daoxiang Village.

How can there be joy and sorrow? How can there be trouble without sorrow?

I can only express my sweet feelings to myself, but to whom can I express my elegant taste?

Don't feel tired all day, let's talk more while brewing tea.

"Is this what you said: the couplets you wrote with Xiangyun?" Although Shui Rong asked this, his eyes could not move away from those two lines.

"Yeah." Pin'er responded without looking up.

"The crane's shadow crosses the cold pond, and the flower's soul is buried in the cold moon. These two sentences are the best in the whole article." Shui Rong said again.

Lin Pin'er's hand paused for a moment, and she was stunned for a moment. She didn't react until a drop of ink slowly dripped onto the paper.

"Guess which one I wrote?"

Shui Rong said sternly, "Given your love and care for things, you must be someone who is worried about flowers. Don't write such sad poems in the future. Your fortune will improve if you write some happy poems. Such poems are beautiful, but too sad. You should be the most carefree at your age."

After hearing this, Pin'er thought about her current state of mind and felt that the sad self had really been left behind in the previous life.

"What you said is exactly the same as what Miaoyu said. She often advises me in this way."

Shui Rong did not respond, he and Miaoyu were still competing secretly. He put down the poem in his hand, turned around the desk and came to Pin'er's side to watch her write.

"Can you teach me how to draw?" Pin'er was about to write the last few strokes. She was just thinking about drawing the inner pages of the cheongsam package.

"What do you want to draw?" Shui Rong looked at her words tenderly and liked them secretly.

"I'm going to design some inner pages for cheongsam wrapping. I'll draw a few samples first, and if the results are good, I'll print them in batches later. What do you think?"

Shui Rong understood what she meant. She wanted to wrap the customized cheongsam with paper with ink painting and a few lines of poetry before putting it into the gift box. That way it would look more like a work of art.

When she finished writing, she laid out a new piece of paper. Shui Rong saw that there was only ink, so he demonstrated to her.

"Drop one drop of ink, then two drops of water. Watch the ink slowly spread. Draw a few more flowers in this way, and then add branches and leaves to them."

"Wow, little daisies." Pin'er was very surprised. His way of drawing was interesting.

Shui Rong handed her the pen and let her play with it.