Double Lover [Entertainment]

Under the sky, a flock of pigeons fluttered their wings and flew, and the sound of violins floated in the noisy city, soothing and elegant, just like bathing in moonlight in the night, soft and long.

Song Yuan just went to see her aunt's progress, and now, she is walking towards Jiang Cha, holding her breath while walking, carefully discerning something.

There is music in the wind.

"It's a violin."

She took off her black baseball cap, looked into the distance, and saw someone surrounded by a crowd.There were people holding reflectors aloft to light, and there were photographers.Jiang Cha also stopped drawing, as if listening to something.

She trotted to Jiang Cha's place, squatted down, and leaned closer: "Sister Jiang, there is someone playing the violin over there, and the photographer is from our side, let's go and have a look."

Jiang Cha came back to her senses and shook her head lightly: "I can't, I haven't finished painting yet."

"Go." Song Yuan said coquettishly, "Come with me, go and have a look."

"No."

Ginger Tea shook her head stubbornly:

"It won't be good when the paint dries after a while...Hey!"

Before Jiang Cha could finish her sentence, she was pulled by Song Yuan to stand up, trot all the way, squeezed away several passers-by who surrounded them, and went to the shade of a tree near the exhibition center.

The apple tree with dense branches and leaves has pure white soft flowers. The flowers are denser than the leaves. From a distance, it looks like a light cloud of powdery white mist hanging on the branches, thinner than pear pollen and cherry blossoms. light.

Lightly sweet aroma.

There is a man standing under the tree.

The man was surrounded, and only a beautiful hand could be seen flexibly vibrating and changing positions on the strings. The fingertips were slightly transparent and glowed a healthy pale pink.

"This song seems to be for confession."

Jiang Cha suddenly remembered this sentence and stopped walking.

"What's the matter?" Song Yuan turned to look at her, and smiled slightly: "Let's squeeze in and see who is there."

"Need not."

Jiang Cha shook her head and said softly:

"I'll stand outside and listen for a while and then go—"

Song Yuan ignored it, and could not help but hold Jiang Cha tightly, walked through the crowd, and circled inward.

There was a woman inside, all in black, with silver-white earrings flashing on her earlobes, making her look slightly cold.She is tall and tall, leaning against the tree full of small white flowers, lowering her eyes, staring at the strings.

"It's Mr. Ji." Song Yuan was surprised for a moment, then sat on the floor without any particularity, and smiled with crooked eyes: "This song is really nice."

Given's long eyelashes drooping, the shallow sunlight cast a dense, slender shadow on her tall nose bridge, and a cold light flashed on her white earlobe, sharp and dazzling.

Given's right hand paused slightly.

She knew ginger tea was coming.

His palms were wet with a thin layer of sweat, but his complexion was as usual, calm and focused.

This piece is not difficult.

But the person opposite her was Jiang Cha.

She slowly relaxed, immersed in her emotions, the music gradually merged with her mood, and the complex turning and changes seemed to have life, just like a beautiful and affectionate poem, constantly pouring out, venting her emotions without haste.

Jiang Cha looked at her, slightly lost in thought.

She remembered a long time ago, when Given was leaning against the window, it was also the same song and the same posture.Silent, focused, giving the illusion of affection.

Given happened to raise his eyes, his bright black eyes met her for a moment.

Just for a moment.

Jiang Cha's heart trembled violently.

She couldn't tell what it was like, but at that moment, there was no need for words, no need for much explanation, it seemed that a certain barrier had been broken in an instant, and it hit her heart directly, like a calm lake being watered by warm spring rain Generally, tremors last for a long time and cannot be calmed down.

Jiang Cha turned around as if he couldn't bear it.

With his back to Givenchy.

She pretended to talk to Song Yuan, but she didn't hear what Song Yuan said.

"Mr. Ji plays the violin very well."

Song Yuan raised his face and said to Jiang Cha with emotion.

Jiang Cha then nodded.

The music suddenly became louder.

D minor is transferred to D major, and the emotional color is gradually clear and bright from vague and dim.

Surrounded by muffled whispers.

A circle of people with bright eyes.

"It's really nice to hear."

"Not only does it sound good, but if you haven't worked hard for more than ten years, it will definitely not work."

"She should have studied for a long time."

"This young lady is also beautiful, like a star, she is too good-looking."

"you do not say."

Those who care a little bit about the entertainment industry have already recognized it:

"The one who plays the violin and the one who is sitting are a couple."

"Did you see the photographers following the filming? They are recording a show! Have you watched the honeymoon trip? The trailer was released a long time ago."

There was also someone with an exaggerated expression, flushed all over his face, clutching his heart and starting to sigh: "Star! Alive! I'm so lucky too..."

"I need an autograph later!"

"Group photo is also required!"

Before the song was over, someone was already taking pictures with their mobile phones, and some people quietly walked around in front of Jiang Cha, begging for a group photo.

Ginger tea is always available.

After a while, she finally had an excuse to escape.

"There are too many people here."

Jiang Cha leaned close to Song Yuan's ear: "I'll go back first, what about you?"

"Okay. Let's go."

Song Yuan was fascinated by what he heard, so he just waved his hand.

As soon as the wind blew in front of her, Jiang Cha calmed down a little.

The chaotic thoughts became clear again.

All hints, as long as they are hints, she can turn a blind eye to them.

She was afraid of thinking too much.

It's ridiculous to be passionate, she won't make the same mistake a second time.

As the sky gradually darkened, a long table covered with a red curtain was set up in the square, and eight nameplates were placed on the table, each with the names of several people engraved on it.The lighting engineer held the reflector, and the photographers from different camera positions started shooting, facing the host in the center.

"Okay!" The host clapped his hands, put on the headset, and said with a smile, "Now everyone put the money they earned on the small table in front of them."

Eight people stepped forward, holding a bunch of coins they earned and the nameplate money on the table.

Because several people choose different ways of earning money, and the guests who are thoughtful and care about winning or losing are worried that their progress will be seen by others, so they deliberately avoid others and act alone.

Jiang Cha saw Song Baiwei's tall pile of coins like a hill, and asked in surprise, "Director Song, how did you earn it?"

"you guess."

"I can't guess." Jiang Cha's red lips bent, and she shook her head: "You tell me."

Song Baiwei smiled slightly: "I can't tell you."

"My aunt tells people's fortunes!" Song Yuan replied without hesitation, pointing to Givenchy quietly, and added meaningfully: "She even made a fortune-telling for Mr. Ji, and some of them were given by Mr. Ji."

Only then did Jiang Cha raise her eyes and glance at Givenchy.

In the night, half of Givenchy's face was hidden in the shadows, and half of his face was illuminated by the cold moonlight. His facial features appeared three-dimensional and deep. In his eye sockets, a pair of eyes were quietly watching her.A gust of breeze blew by, the curly hair was gently lifted by the night wind, the red lips were slightly pursed, and the face was pale, as if coated with a layer of glaze.

No one chatted with her, she was alone, her figure was lonely, and she felt a little lonely for no reason.

Song Yuan clicked his tongue and said: "President Ji's life is quite rough, it's not easy, it's not easy, my aunt said that she will..."

Then she paused and felt her toes being stepped on by high heels.

Song Yuan turned his eyes and saw Song Baiwei's secretive gaze.

She slipped up.

"What happened a year later?"

Jiang Cha asked.

Song Baiwei glanced at her, not annoyed, just smiled lightly: "It's all a scam, it's nothing, not at all."

Jiang Cha lowered her eyes and smiled slightly.

That's right, what age is it, how can fortune-telling be accurate, it's just a joke.

"Uncle Fu, why is there white ashes on your face?"

Song Yuan diverted his attention for a second.

"Uncle Fu" is the old-fashioned CCTV host, and the neighbor of the Song family. In the past, Song Yuan often went to visit the door when he was a child, asking for sweets.

Song Baiwei looked at the CCTV host amusedly, and said with a smile, "How did you do it?"

The man was thin and tall, with some occupational diseases of hosting children's programs all the year round. He had a serious face, but his expression was very kind. The lines at the end of his eyes were loose, and he was always smiling.When he got close and looked carefully, there was still white paint on his face that had not been washed off, as if something had been rubbed against it.

He smiled cheerfully: "This is called performance art."

The little brother next to him laughed and joked:

"He does body painting. He paints his whole body, white from face to feet, and looks like a stone sculpture."

"The passers-by must not be scared?"

"Hahaha, no, he frightened several people when he moved."

"What about the money, how did it come from?"

"I hold a flower in my left hand and a bowl in my right hand. I begged for it."

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Everyone chatted slowly, the atmosphere was not as awkward as it was at the beginning, and gradually became more active, and the jokers became bolder, not afraid of offending others.

At a glance, the smallest stack of coins on the table belonged to Song Yuan.

"And you."

Jiang Cha looked at Song Yuan's handful of coins, and couldn't help laughing: "Why do you have so many coins?"

"..."

Song Yuan was a little embarrassed, lowered her head, her face flushed slightly: "Me, I do odd jobs for my aunt, and she gave me a little labor fee."

Everyone laughed: "You're foul!"

Song Yuan waved his hand, not at all embarrassed: "What's the rule, please don't be so strict, I am also the last one."

The host looked at the coins handed in by everyone, and reminded helplessly:

"Attention, as I said before, it's coins! Banknotes are not counted."

"coin?"

"No."

"Can I change it now?"

The host looked down at his watch:

"No."

The smarter ones took the banknotes and asked someone to change the coins early; the careless ones, or those who didn't care so much about winning or losing, handed in the banknotes as well.

The hosts counted them one by one. Judging from the volume of coins piled on the table, it seemed that Givenchy and Song Baiwei had the most coins.

Their show was recorded directly in a square where people come and go, only a blockade was drawn outside, and there were still many passers-by who stopped and stretched their necks, watching curiously.

In the night, two staff members were seen lifting a vertical disc, which was covered with a dark red velvet curtain, and they didn't know what they were doing.

"What does that do?"

someone asked.

The host patiently said: "You will know later."

Given had a guess in his heart.

She saw the carousel at the hotel, so of course she guessed that it belonged to the program group. It was similar to the lottery carousel in shopping mall promotions. In the show, the winning guest should have a chance to use the carousel to determine the reward.

She still remembered the word "kiss".

After all, the show was called a honeymoon trip. If she really got a "kiss", it probably had something to do with ginger tea.

What could it be.

"...305, 306, 307." The host looked up and announced, "Director Song has a total of 307 coins."

Then she lowered her head and silently counted Givenchy's coins.

The voice is very low and can't be heard clearly.

The surrounding people looked excited and counted together.

"304, 305...413."

The host smiled slightly: "The more Mr. Ji, the winner!"

Givenchy's eyes lit up slightly.

It's time to pull down the curtain on the turntable.

I only saw one "kiss" last time, but there should be more than that, maybe there are other intimate activities.

Then she heard the host announce: "The winning guests will be rewarded with 300 yuan of start-up capital! This is very important for the subsequent entrepreneurial competition!"

Given: "?"

Why is it different from what she thought.

"Guests who lost, please stand up." The host smiled playfully: "Mysterious turntable, whichever is turned is which."

lost?

Song Yuan blinked and stood out curiously.

As soon as the curtain was drawn, the host pinched the outer edge of the turntable and turned it vigorously a few times. Finally, under the expectation of everyone, the pointer slowly slid across several different plates and stopped on a word "kiss".

Given: "..."

作者有话要说：双，双更合一QwQ感谢在2020-05-2000:12:55~2020-05-2200:07:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Professional Passing, Ziyin, Junmoya 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: probably a little fairy, 10 bottles; 5 bottles for three years old;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!