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What do you mean... Take good care?

Ji Zeyang didn't know if he had been tossed a little abnormally by an artist under his banner who was beginning to fall in love recently, but he still felt that Ji Zuo's words were weird.

"And." Ji Zuo said in a timely manner, "Aurora Couture, please."

It seems that the matter of high definition is still gone!

"No problem." Ji Zeyang said generously, "Just let your agent contact me directly when the time comes."

"Thank you."

The two said goodbye in the corridor. Ji Zou opened the room opposite to Wang Ping's door, and went in to put his gift; Ji Zeyang went back to explain the situation to Wang Ping and his assistants. After an hour of hastily explaining the situation, Ji Zeyang could only leave if he was worried. Rush to the airport.

As soon as Ji Zeyang walked away for a while, the assistants came over and surrounded Wang Ping, waiting for him to distribute a bunch of undelivered gifts.

Wang Ping opened the paper that Ji Zeyang took notes when he explained it to him just now, opened it, closed it, opened it, and then closed it again, because he couldn't face the more than a dozen lines of text that no one could understand-it was your mathematics. The kind that is written down after dozing off in class.

God is going to kill me! ! !

At this time, if you call Ji Zeyang and ask, you will definitely be scolded, but this piece of paper... this group of people... this pile of gifts... At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"I'm going to open the door!" Wang Ping jumped up from the floor in an instant, and flew to the door——Wang Ping tried his best to escape this embarrassing situation.

Wang Ping opened the door and met Ji Zuo face to face.

Ji Zuo's pupils narrowed slightly, and he looked at Wang Ping in front of him - the inside temperature was warm, Wang Ping was only wearing a big V-neck thick needle white sweater, half of his collarbone was exposed, and the collarbone was a little red from being rubbed by the sweater... No Read on.

Ji Zuo moved his eyes for a moment, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the note Wang Ping was holding in his hand. He looked at the alien writing on the note, and then looked at the group of assistants inside the door and in the courier box. What else did he not understand? of.

"Are you giving gifts to the rest of the crew?" Ji Zuo closed the door smoothly, and led Wang Ping inside with a smile, "Can I help?"

"I personally think... maybe I can." Wang Ping tried his best to maintain his precarious self-esteem.

"I know Brother Wang Ping is capable, but I just want to show off today, so let me try, okay?" Ji Zuo smiled and continued to lobby.

Anyway, I can't tell the difference, so I can play if I want to play that season, or I will be scolded by Brother Zeyang later.

Wang Ping waved his hand and said, "Then you can try."

Ji Zuo saw just now that Wang Ping couldn't tell the difference, so it was difficult, but he didn't pierce it. He just helped Wang Ping and he was happy.

Ji Zou bowed his head to pick and choose, and said to several assistants: "This one, send it to the lighting team, and this one, it's for the logistics team."

It's not difficult to look at the season and divide it. It's easy to guess who it's for by looking at the number of items and the function.

In less than an hour, most of the express boxes were emptied, and the last one was placed on the coffee table waiting for the assistant to come back to carry it. Wang Ping looked at the pile of gifts for a while, and finally awakened his sleeping memory.

"Is this supposed to be for the service team?" Wang Ping asked Ji Zou.

"Yes." Ji Zuo looked at Wang Ping with a smile, his eyes were gentle, "Brother Wang Ping is so smart."

The assistant, who was about to open the door and enter, backed away, his eyes widened in horror—what is it!See no evil!Do not listen to indecent words!

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After a while, the assistant waited until there was no sound inside, and then ran in to carry the gift—he didn't even dare to ask who it was for, and ran away after moving it.

Wang Ping couldn't figure it out, but he had a good temper and posted [this is for the service team] in the assistant group, lowered his head and squeezed the bubble bag left by the courier, and looked at Ji Zuo who had helped him a lot.

"Teacher Ji." Looking at the empty room, Wang Ping clicked his tongue in admiration, "You're a fool!"

Teacher Ji: "..."

Ji Zuo's eyebrows twitched slightly - for some reason, he felt that this name was very harsh - even though everyone on the set called him "Teacher Ji", even if it represented a kind of cautious respect.

But he just didn't want Wang Ping to call him this kind of title that anyone could call him.

"You... can you not call me Teacher Ji?" Ji Zou asked.

"Why?" Wang Ping was slightly taken aback.

"I always feel alienated." Ji Zuo smiled, "Look, anyone on the set can call me Mr. Ji, can't they?"

It's true, but Wang Ping doesn't have that deep research on addressing, and what's wrong with the matter that anyone can be called Mr. Ji, and Wang Ping has no experience in choosing a more unique address.

As the most unique relationship in Turnon, the way everyone named it is-the relationship between father and son, and each other's orange relationship.

Although Wang Ping lacks social skills, he also knows that - it is impossible for you to leave your father in the same season as soon as you come up.

That will be beaten.

"Then...call you Xiao Ji?" Wang Ping tried hard to come up with a title.

Not as good as Teacher Ji.

Ji Zuo thought for a while, then smiled and said, "You can call me junior."

Wang Ping suddenly remembered - he and Ji Zou are both from Chinese opera, and only he and Ji Zou are from Chinese opera on the entire set. Because of their alma mater, the two can enjoy this intimacy exclusively.

"Okay." Wang Ping nodded, agreeing to the title, "Student."

With a smile on his face, Ji Zuo looked at Wang Ping: "Well, brother Wang Ping."

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There was still some time before dinner, the two of them decided on their address, and hurriedly brought gifts to the creative team to say hello.

After the two greeted each other, when they arrived at Wu Guangji's residence, they bumped into Xiang Jie. Although they greeted each other, the male lead of the Hundred Flowers Award was supporting Wang Ping. He might be a little embarrassed himself and left without saying anything. .

Wang Ping knocked on Wu Guangji's door with a gift. Wu Guangji made coffee for them and invited them to sit down and chat.

It’s nothing more than those ideals about art, or what the play is going to say. Wang Ping is actually not good at dealing with such scenes. In the morning, he caught a plane and fell asleep without eating the plane meal. He drank coffee after sitting for a long time, vaguely Some stomach pains.

Wang Ping smiled at Wu Guangji's eloquence, sat up straight, and just picked up the coffee to drink when Ji Zuo took the coffee cup in front of him.

Ji Zuo moved the two people's coffee away, smiled and said to the director: "Then director, we will go back first, and we still want to be right about tomorrow's rival scene."

"Okay." Wu Guangji seemed to have thought of something, but he didn't say anything, just said, "Don't stay up too late, take a good rest."

After saying this, the two of them were released.

Wang Ping breathed the air in the aisle and felt relieved at last.

"Let's go." Wang Ping looked at Ji Zou gratefully, "Go back and play."

"What play?"

"Didn't you just tell Director Wu that we..."

Ji Zou glanced at the door of Director Wu's room behind him, pulled him into the elevator, and then spoke.

"That was a lie to him." Ji Zuo pressed the floor where he and Wang Ping's room were located, and the elevator door slowly closed, "It's already six o'clock, what show, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

"Oh!" Wang Ping suddenly realized, and then looked at the floor buttons lit up in the elevator, and asked uncertainly, "Go back to the room to eat?"

After finishing speaking, the high-speed elevator had delivered the two of them to the top floor, and after a "ding", the elevator door opened.

"Take you back to the room to add clothes." Ji Zuo grabbed Wang Ping's sweater cuff and took him outside. After stepping out of the elevator, he looked at Wang Ping with helpless eyes, "Otherwise it will be cold, you want to catch a cold ?"

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Ji Zuo finally forced Wang Ping to wear a scarf before allowing him to go out. The moment he walked out of the dormitory building, Wang Ping's gratitude to Ji Zuo soared to one hundred.

it's too cold!

The cold wind poured in through the gap between Wang Ping's neck and the scarf. Wang Ping quickly pulled the down jacket to the top and tightened the scarf to resist the physical attack.

The accommodation is in the deepest part of the photography base. It takes at least half an hour to walk to the food street for food. Ji Zuo called a car in advance and sent them directly outside the food street; Food is available.

Ji Zou took Wang Ping to the depths of the food street. The shops on both sides emitted warm lights, and the smell of food wafted from the gaps in the curtains. It was like waving a small handkerchief and saying to Wang Ping, "Come on!" ah come on"

Wang Ping passed by two Sichuan restaurants, one Chongqing hot pot, and one big plate chicken. Seeing that Ji Zou didn't intend to go in to eat, he couldn't help reaching out and tugging on Ji Zou's cuff.

Ji Zuo paused, his Adam's apple rolled, and he looked at Wang Ping with a puzzled look.

"These..." Wang Ping pointed to a nearby beef hot pot, swallowed, "Don't you go in and eat?"

"These are not delicious." Ji Zuo smiled and led Wang Ping to continue walking, "I have tasted everything here, and there is nothing delicious, only the homemade dumplings are very good."

The reason why Ji Zuo explained so confidently is purely because - he really ate them all.

He and Wang Ping are from the same place and have the same taste. Ji Zuo came to the base in advance just to find out the delicious food here.

So even if he was about to vomit, he carefully ate all the food in the food street, made a strategy and ranking, and waited for Wang Ping to arrive.

While talking, the two of them had already arrived. Ji Zuo raised his hand and pointed to a signboard of "Harbin Dumplings": "It's here."

Wang Ping was actually a little strange - Ji Zuo had only been here for a few days?In terms of date, it is impossible to eat all these shops, but he can say categorically that "they are not delicious", could it be...

Could it be that Ji Zuo is a big eater? !

"Then what are you waiting for?" After solving the confusion in his heart, Wang Ping felt even more hungry. He stepped up the steps in two or three steps, pushed open the curtain, and the warm wind rushed towards his face.

Ji Zou walked behind Wang Ping and helped him hold the curtain. When he walked in, Wang Ping had already rushed to the counter.

The dumpling fillings of Northeast people are very rich. There are more than a dozen kinds of dumpling fillings piled up behind a counter, and whatever you order can be made immediately. Wang Ping looked around at the nameplate on the front of the dumplings, then at the back kitchen, and decided:

"Boss, here's a family portrait, don't..."

"Don't use the two kinds of mushroom stuffing - just wash the soup base with water, don't use chicken soup, put more coriander." Ji Zuo added.

"Hey junior, you and I..." taste almost exactly the same!

"I want a beef dumpling, not soup." After Ji Zu finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code, and glanced at the dumbfounded Wang Ping, "Brother Wang Ping? What's wrong?"

Wang Ping looked at Ji Zou, and slowly realized... Ji Zou's crackling report just now was ordering food for him?

How does Ji Zuo know what he likes to eat and what he doesn't like to eat?

The two of them found a corner with their number plates and sat down. Within 2 minutes of sitting down, the dumplings were served; Wang Ping looked at the coriander floating in the soup, scooped up a dumpling, and couldn't help it: "Study Bro, can I ask a question?"

"you say?"

"How do you know I don't eat mushrooms and don't drink chicken soup."

The clerk in the store wandered over with a plate of beef dumplings and put the plate in front of Ji Zuo.

Ji Zou took out the stainless steel chopsticks, held them in his hands, and after making gestures on the dumplings, looked up at Wang Ping and smiled:

"Because I know about Brother Wang Ping."

The author has something to say: Ji Zou, you deserve it. 【cover your face】