After time travel

At dusk, the eight bowls of Xizhou scholars finally finished.

Wang Shu climbed up from the rattan chair to serve the dishes, wine, and chopsticks with great eyesight, all in a very enthusiastic manner.

Throw your head and sprinkle your blood with enthusiasm.

After everything was ready, the director team spoke up.

"Everyone worked hard for this dinner! Next, the owner of our ancient house will judge whether this table of eight bowls of Xizhou scholars is up to standard!"

Wang Shu had seen the owner of this ancient house as early as in the drawing competition at noon today. He was about 70 years old, with a cane, old-fashioned, but very kind.

The old man was supported and sat on the chair, holding the chopsticks tremblingly, adding a piece of meat and putting it into his mouth.

The five of them stared at him together.

It took a while before the mouthful of meat was swallowed, "It tastes...very good."

"Yeah!" Tian Yi jumped up excitedly.

Wang Shu rolled his eyes at him, "You didn't do it, what are you?"

"You didn't do it either."

"Me neither."

"Can you be happy for your comrades?"

"as long as you are happy."

The two fought each other, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

The old man went to bed early, and returned to his room after tasting the food.

Five men sat at a table, with wine and meat, and it was inevitable to have several rounds of drinking and chatting.

The content is nothing more than anecdotes and troubles about my career, which can be regarded as the theme of this trip.

"Wang Shu, we were just talking in the kitchen, envious of you, leisurely."

Wang Shu took a sip of the cold beer, shook his head slightly, "Where are you so leisurely, my hair fell out badly when I changed the script."

"Hahaha, it looks like your hair is quite thick." "It will take a few years to look at it."

The topic extended from Wang Shu's hair to Wang Shu's hands inexplicably, "Wang Shu's hands are so slender, did you ever play the piano when you were young?"

Several people stretched out their hands for comparison, and it was Wang Shu whose hands were the fairest and slenderest, and the one with the thickest and longest hands.

"No, I didn't take any interest classes when I was young. My only hobby was watching cartoons and comic books."

In other words, except for Wang Shu and Yang Yan, everyone has attended interest classes when they were young. What is shocking is that Liu Boxen has learned to draw.

"Uncle Liu, how did you get into your interest class?"

Liu Bochen felt ashamed, "At that time, my parents enrolled in many interest classes and implemented the strategic plan of casting a wide net. I learned painting, Latin dance, piano, eloquence, calligraphy, and taekwondo. In the end, only eloquence and calligraphy persisted. gone."

Wang Shu nodded, "No wonder you are now a host."

Tian Yi on the side clapped her hands violently, "That's how I like to sing since I was a child, that's why my mother sent me to learn the violin."

"What does singing have to do with the violin?"

"You don't understand this. It's called outstanding musical literacy since childhood. That's how my mother blows it to people."

"Hahahaha." After Liu Silken laughed, he glanced at Yang Yan.

As a host who has been in the industry for many years, he has such a set of procedures in his heart, "Yang Yan's drawing today really surprised me, it doesn't look like someone who has never learned how to draw."

Lu Hui and Yang Yan have worked together before, know him so well, and can't help but feel sorry for him, "If Yang Yan was born in your family, he would be proficient in your hobby class now, his brain is really smart!"

Lu Hui was able to be so righteous because the food truck accidentally caught fire during the filming of "The People of Tibet". If it weren't for Yang Yan, he might not be what he is now.

Liu Bochen took a sip of his wine and typed a draft in just a few seconds, "Yeah, actually I was very clear about Yang Yan's incident back then. I just love to talk, I remember that time, I heard from a friend in the industry that when interviewing Yang Yan, he also talked about things before his debut, but he was on fire at that time, even if he said it, the public would not know ...Besides, no one can decide on the matter of parentage, so Yang Yan should be very uncomfortable."

Liu Bochen lied, and he didn't have that so-called friend in the industry at all, but at that time Yang Yan was on fire, and countless people had interviewed him, and no one would overthrow his lie.

His words can be said to be extremely profound, while helping Yang Yan to complain, while helping Yang Yan to abuse fans.

Of course, he has no friendship with Yang Yan, and it's just for himself.

After many years, someone brought up this topic in front of the camera again, and Yang Yan felt very calm. His eyelashes drooped slightly, he looked at the wine glass on the table, and said softly, "It must have been quite uncomfortable at that time, because he was young and had little experience. , I feel that I have done nothing wrong, and I am a little wronged... But now I want to understand."

Liu Bochen raised his glass with a smile, "I'm sorry, Yanyan, it hurts my heart so suddenly."

"Haha, don't worry."

Wang Shu didn't speak all the time, he knew very well when he should be quiet.

After talking about some sad topics, it was getting dark, dim lights were hung in the yard, and the sea breeze was getting a bit cold. Yang Yan got up and went into the house to get their coats.

At this time, Lu Hui, who was drunk, told a ghost story.

A ghost story about an old house.

"Female college students work during summer vacation and take care of an old lady who lives alone in an old house. The old lady is wearing a gray linen dress, with a black scarf on her head, and her eyes are gray... I heard from the old lady's daughter that she went blind a few years ago... ..."

The ghost story itself is not scary, but Lu Hui is too eloquent, and whenever he tells something exciting, he always yells out loud, making the four people on the table and the director team who are immersed in the story tremble with fright .

It's all because of the atmosphere, it's perfect for telling ghost stories.

"The female college student wondered why in the middle of the night, there was always the sound of cats meowing in the old lady's room. She thought and thought, but couldn't fall asleep. It was just in the middle of the night, and the old lady went to the latrine, and she didn't know where she got the courage to. Taking advantage of the time when the old lady was in the latrine, she sneaked into the master bedroom. She turned on the light, and the room was no different from the daytime. There was no cat, and there was no sound. Just when the female college student was about to go back to her room, the old lady came back Already!"

The plot was not exciting at all, Wang Shu was afraid that he would be caught off guard, so he subconsciously moved the stool to Yang Yan's side.

"The sound of the crutches, da, da, da, soon came to the house, the female college student held her breath and hid in the corner, not daring to move at all, fortunately, the old lady turned off the light, touched the bedside, for a while There was a snoring sound, the female college student breathed a sigh of relief, and sneaked out of the old lady's room, and within a few steps, she suddenly trembled! The old lady was obviously blind! How could she turn off the light? !"

Tian Yi stood up abruptly, "No, no, please stop talking, I won't be able to sleep at night."

"I don't listen anymore, Xiao Tiantian, let's go back to the warehouse and go to sleep. It will be cleaned up tomorrow morning."

Lu Hui's story hadn't been finished yet, a little disappointed, he grabbed Wang Shu's arm beside him, "I'll continue."

Yang Yan knocked Lu Hui's hand off, "What else are you talking about, tell your director, Wang Shu, pack up and go to sleep."

"En!" Wang Shu didn't want to listen to this boring horror story anymore, he stood up and hurried back to the room.

After shooting the camera, washing, changing clothes and other daily routines, it is time to call it a day.

Wang Shu was lying on the bed, listening to the wind whistling outside the window, and for some reason, the ghost story that Lu Hui said appeared in his mind.

Blind old lady...

The mind is full of old ladies in gray sackcloth.

"..."

This man really can't imagine too much.

Wang Shu couldn't sleep, so he took out his phone from under the pillow and sent Yang Yan a WeChat message.

Wang Shu: Are you asleep?

Yang Yan: No, I'm applying skin care products.

Wang Shu:? ? ?Has the camera been turned off?

Yang Yan: I waited for him to withdraw before starting to wipe

Hahaha, tough guys can't collapse.

But Wang Shu estimates that according to this situation, it is not far away.

Wang Shu: Let’s talk after you wipe it off.

Yang Yan: It’s okay, I type with my knuckles

Wangshu: 666

Yang Yan: Are you scared?

Can you guess this?

Wang Shu pursed her lips, suppressed her smile, and hid in the bed and replied: I'm not afraid, it's just...you can't sleep without you by my side

It took a long time for Wang Shu to receive Yang Yan's reply: There is one more month

No matter how you look at these five words, there is a feeling of gnashing one's teeth.

Hmm... Yang Yan should be gnashing his teeth for a month of abstinence.

A lot of bad ideas suddenly popped up in Wang Shu's mind, and he acted on one of them.

Wang Shu: [Come on, pretty boy, be happy, jpg.]

Yang Yan didn't reply again, Wang Shu couldn't wait any longer, and continued to send him emojis: [Come on come on jpg.] [Want to applaud with your love jpg.]

Under Wang Shu's extremely sq harassment, Yang Yan replied: [Fuck you jpg.]

His emoticon package is two villains, and his movements are very indecent.

What the fuck?

What the hell!

Wang Shu's typing hands are shaking: Where did you get the emoji? ? ?

This time Yang Yan replied in seconds: I just searched on the Internet

Searched online?What did you search for?

Just search for these three words?

Wang Shu couldn't imagine that scene, nor did he dare to imagine it.

Wang Shu: You, you are terrible now!

Yang Yan: It's not good at all, save that picture, the action is good.

Wang Shu turned his head to look at the emoji, his face hidden under the quilt suddenly turned red.

It is useful to chat with Yang Yan, at least for now, there is no trace of the blind old lady in his mind.