Unscrupulous orthopedics [entertainment circle]

Since Mr. An Wang went to junior high school, he would make a special cake for his brother's birthday every year.At the beginning, the creamy small squares that I made were as scary as cement. Later, the chocolate mousse gradually made perfect, and later all kinds of fancy styles were also handy.Every year, Su Yang happily takes photos of cakes and posts them on Weibo—yes, just to show off.

"What about this year?" Su Yang asked, blinking his eyes.

An Wang-Jun begged for mercy: "Isn't this because the production team has limited conditions... I'll recruit. Tomorrow is a holiday. I've already set up a bakery. I'll fill you up with a very delicious and beautiful little cake then!"

Su Yang snorted coldly, and approached the torturer: "Why do I feel that you are so unwilling?"

"I don't have it!" An Wang-jun was aggrieved, and he leaned closer and held up his little head to defend himself, "I have tried my best to create the biggest surprise for you under the limited conditions, and you still pick and choose, and then chirp Wow, I won't even give you the leftovers of the cake!"

"Okay, you dare to threaten me, boy? Huh?" Old Demon Su narrowed his eyes, reached out and locked the man directly under the pillar.

An Wangjun rolled his eyes up and down: "What is this? Zhudong?"

The pronunciation is not standard, it sounds like "pig dong".

Su Yang narrowed his eyes and was very sure: "It doesn't sound like a good word."

An Wangjun smiled purely.

"Cough cough." Suddenly there was an embarrassing cough, and the two bounced away like an electric shock. Looking back, Du Ruoheng looked up at the sky from the corner of the corridor, "Well, Director Gu asked you to arrange the birthday party for the evening. The play of the banquet."

Both of them were a little embarrassed, An Wang-jun touched his nose: "That...things are not as you imagined..."

Du Meizi silently covered her eyes and turned around, "I didn't see anything, you continue."

Well, I can't tell.

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As the moon rises, the bright galaxy gently shines on the carved beams and painted buildings in the world.The courtyard of Li Churan's palace was decorated with lights and festoons, and it was full of joy.

Kings, officials, guests and friends from all walks of life came to congratulate King Xiaoyao on his birthday.

The silk and bamboo singing and dancing dazzled the eyes, the feasts of delicacies and wines were frequent, and the so-called friends at the banquet mingled with each other. Li Quran looked at the half-round moon reflected in the cup, feeling lost in a trance.

The attendant's servant observed his words and asked, "Is your lord feeling unwell?"

Li Churan put down his cup and sighed in a low voice: "It's really boring."

The little servant wanted to go forward to say a few words of comfort, but Li Churan waved his hand back.The young prince, who was in the midst of the bustle, took a sip of the tasteless wine and was about to leave the table first. When he looked up, he saw the little pavilion master coming in the moonlight.

The smile on Linghu Yuan's face was even brighter than that of Mingyue: "Heard by chance that the prince's birthday is today, I wonder if I'm late?"

At this moment, Li Churan felt that his birthday banquet was really wonderful!

Linghu Yuan only found out this afternoon that it was Li Churan's birthday, after thinking about it, he felt that Li Churan was a good person, so it was all right to congratulate him.As a result, it seemed that he couldn't go away.

After being toasted several glasses of wine by other guests and friends, the face of the little pavilion master, who was overwhelmed with alcohol, had a thin rouge color, which was especially beautiful under the moonlight.The friends who had drunk too much at the banquet watched with excitement, and each exchanged a tacitly ambiguous look.

Li Churan naturally saw it, took a jug of wine and walked to Linghu Yuan's table, slowly helped Linghu Yuan get half a cup, and said softly: "This red bayberry wine is a special product in the south of the Yangtze River, and the wine is not strong, it must be The pavilion master should be able to drink."

Linghu Yuan didn't expect Li Churan to be so careful, and thanked him with a smile, "I was abrupt and came here without a congratulatory gift, I hope the prince will not be offended."

Li Churan smiled and shook his head and said it's okay, the two of them clinked glasses and drank happily.But a harsh joke came from the banquet: "Pavilion Master Linghu came here empty-handed, it's not suitable for etiquette! But I heard that the Pavilion Master is the best in the world, why don't you ask the Pavilion Master to punch you twice, so that we can open our eyes?"

Li Churan frowned slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the dandy who had drunk too much and made a fuss, thinking that he would put a sack on him and beat him up after the banquet, to see if he dared to beep.Seeing that there was no displeasure on Linghu Yuan's face, Li Quran breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense, I'm very happy if you can come."

Linghu Yuan lowered his head and smiled, perhaps because of the drunkenness, the corners of his eyes became even more red: "There should be a congratulatory gift."

The little prince was drinking with his beauty, and before he could react, the little pavilion master said loudly: "The Xiaoyao Pavilion doesn't have any precious artifacts, so why not give this moonlight and starry river to the prince."

Li Churan was stunned, what kind of moonlight and galaxy... What did A Yuan say he wanted to give?

Everyone at the banquet didn't understand, and there was still a hint of ridicule faintly whispering in their ears.

Linghu Yuan didn't care about these things, and said to Li Churan with a smile: "My lord, please lend me two swords first."

Before Li Churan could agree in the future, someone shouted during the banquet: "Bold! Your lord's birthday banquet, why are there such fierce things as swords and weapons! Linghu Yuan, you have ulterior motives!"

"If you keep arguing, throw it out." Li Churan reprimanded coldly, thinking that he would have to put on a sack and beat people himself to relieve his anger. If Ah Yuan's anger escapes, it will be easy to copy their house!

The eye-catching servant had long presented a pair of jasper and glazed swords, and Li Churan took them over to Linghu Yuan.The little pavilion master weighed the weight and said with a smile: "It's very handy, and the color is also elegant."

Please leave Li Quran, Linghu Yuan leaned forward and left the seat, walked to the middle of the courtyard and stood still.The night wind in early summer faintly blows a trace of fresh perfume from the bamboo forest, and also blows a strand of black hair from Linghu Yuan's temples and the half-rolled gauze dress at the cuffs.Because it was a temporary idea, the little pavilion master was wearing a long robe with long sleeves, but standing in the night wind at this moment, he looked sassy and handsome.

Linghu Yuan held a beautiful sword flower in his left hand, and held the sword horizontally in front of him with his right hand. From Li Churan's perspective, only the pair of eyes reflecting the starlight were exposed.The owner of the eyes smiled slightly, slashed the night with his sword, stepped lightly on the night, and danced with the wind——

Li Churan forgot to breathe for a moment, the hand holding the jade cup trembled slightly, and he didn't even notice that the wine was spilled on his hand, "Fifteen," he pretended to be calm and whispered, "Go get my qin, hurry up !"

Linghu Yuan waved the two swords seemingly casually, but everyone at the banquet could clearly see the afterimage of the glazed sword crossing the air without dissipating.While Linghu Yuan's figure was changing, the moonlight flowed slowly, and everyone realized that the full moonlight was actually condensed around his square inch by Linghu Yuan's sword light, so thick that it seemed to turn into substance!

When a zither sound came, Linghu Yuan turned his head and saw Li Quran sitting upright on the qin, smiling brightly at himself.

Zhong Ziqi met his bosom friend in the mountains and rivers, Linghu Yuan thought that he might also be lucky enough to meet a bosom friend, he lowered his head and smiled, his smile was like a river of spring water, making the sky full of stars even slightly pale.Li Quran's zither sounds again, Linghu Yuan picks or stabs or draws the two swords in response to the sound of the zither, and the whole world seems to be singing up and down with their zither sound and sword dance.The originally gentle summer wind became arrogant, blowing away the drunkenness in the whole courtyard.The Milky Way is no longer out of reach, and the brilliance is everywhere.As if, fluttering, the moon rises from the clouds, and the snow returns to the wind.

Li Churan played with passion, and Linghu Yuan danced to the fullest.At the end of the song, the hall is full of silence and spaciousness, just like the calm of the river and the sea.Linghu Yuan's sword moves just finished dancing, and he turned around to withdraw his sword momentum, but there was an unusually bright spot of light on the tip of the glazed sword, the moonlight was rushing in, and the galaxy wrapped in water vapor seemed to be rushing towards the earth, the master of the small pavilion stood In the middle of the stars, like a piece of amber falling into the mortal dust, Qingjun's figure is more transparent than the moonlight.With a smile on his face, he pointed his sword forward, and said to Li Chuan, "The stars are hanging down and the moon is shining, and I will give them to you tonight."

Li Churan smiled from the heart, he was actually more gentle than the moonlight, he said: "Thank you, Pavilion Master, I like it very much."

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This birthday banquet scene full of affection between Li Churan and Linghu Yuan was joked by the crew as a happy love scene, and the little spark of love in the air was more mellow and intoxicating than the specially prepared bayberry wine.An Wangjun and Su Yang pretended they didn't know anything, and finished the filming smoothly like ducks in water.

After the work was over, the crew moved out the oversized cake that had been prepared, and the staff members who were still wearing the uniforms of the guards on both sides opened the ribbons with a bang, and the big guys followed the fine tradition of the birthday man, singing "Happy Birthday to you~"

Most of the crew gathered in the courtyard of the studio with carved beams and painted buildings. The lights were bright, and there was a feeling that the ancients had traveled through thousands of years.The princess pouts her mouth to take a selfie, the minister happily plays cards, and Shou Xing Gong slices the cake thoughtfully and tenderly on the surface, and spreads cream on the face of the little pavilion master in the next second.

Great time, but unfortunately there is only cake and no wine.Su Yang smiled mysteriously, and slipped out a box of Coke from some corner, and the cheers nearly knocked the roof over in an instant.Ye Nanqi and Ling Yuan were the first to rush out the "ton, ton, ton, ton, ton, ton, ton, ton, ton ton" to get enough of it before the manager came to scold them.Le Xingzhi beat his chest and stamped his feet: "It's fine if you are fat alone, don't harm others!"

Considering that work will resume normally tomorrow, everyone in the production team went back to rest after making a fuss for a while.An Wangjun looked around, made sure he didn't see it, and slipped into Su Yang's apartment with a big and long gift box in his arms.

"Fortunately, it didn't take long, otherwise it would be past twelve o'clock." An Wangjun heaved a long breath, patted his chest exaggeratedly, and watched his brother turn around with big eyes, which was better than the one specially designed by the lighting engineer at night. The galaxy is even brighter.

Su Yang looked at his brother who looked like a thief, and then looked at the huge gift box in his hand. He had been expecting a mess for a long time, and he deliberately pretended to be indifferent, and twisted his neck artificially: "I don't care, even if I don't After twelve o'clock, you are also late, and I am angry."

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a big gift, don't be angry, okay?" An Wangjun felt that he was very considerate as he put his arm around Su Yang's neck softly, and cooperated with him even though he knew that his brother was trying to be hypocritical on purpose. show.Brother An thinks he is a moral model, the kind who can build a memorial archway in Xiaoyao Pavilion if he is virtuous.

"Hmph, if the gift is not satisfactory, I still won't let you go."

"..." An Wangjun was so tired, his arms around Su Yang's neck were about to move, he forced out a smile, and said very gently, "If you keep babbling, I'm going to beat you up."

The four eyes are facing each other.Su Yang said that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, so he took a bite of Mr. Anwang's tender face happily, and happily unwrapped the ribbon of the gift box.

It was a wet watercolor painting, and it was naturally Su Yang.

It's just that in the painting, there are two Su Yang - one is wearing the most exquisite lace dark pattern suit, smiling with closed eyes, bowing his head and playing the piano gracefully; while the other Su Yang is wearing the most complicated scarlet brocade robe, with a high crown and tied hair , shaking the folding fan, leaning against the piano and listening.In the painting, the galaxy is shining brightly, and the snow-capped mountains stretch for thousands of miles.

The author has something to say:

According to the progress, this chapter should be written in the Asura field!What gift to give, Xiaojun, you can just tie the ribbon around your neck and give it to Su Yang!What kind of cake do you want, Susu, just put some cream on Xiao Jun and use him as a cake!I really can't stand your moaning and chirping. When will I get it out? Oh my god [scratch to bald head]

Just this sword dance Kawen held back for two nights, and halfway I went to find Cao Zhi's "Luo Shen Fu" and Du Fu's "Watching Gongsun Da Niang's Disciples Dance with Sword Weapons"... It's really refreshing for a while, and the writing is like a crematorium... ...My brain hurts, I'm just a poor writer, why do I have to make it difficult for myself...

By the way, the chicken suddenly found that there was too much nutrient solution, was it automatically delivered by the system or fed by some little fairy?After all, I only sent it out but never received it before, so I don’t know much about OTZ [cover your face]