Porcelain to Porcelain

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

As if she didn't hear Lu Qiu's question, Ju Gui walked past him like a ghost and stood under the grape arbor, then turned around slowly, with a gloomy gaze, raised her orchid finger with one hand, lightly clasped her arm with the other, and parted her lips lightly:

Look at the king sleeping soundly in his tent with his clothes on

I'm here to go out of the account and let go of my sorrow

Lightly move towards the wilderness ahead and stand still

Raise your head suddenly to see the clear moonlight

The cloud sleeves are lightly swayed, the slender waist is slowly twisted, the voice is melodious and ethereal, and the sorrow is endless, directly hitting the heart.

What a beautiful day, what a day, the hero's end and the beauty's complaint!Ju Gui is the Cangran beauty under the moonlight. After singing, she turned her back to Lu Qiu and remained motionless.

"Sir?" Lu Qiu didn't respond to his soft calls, so he quickly raised his voice: "Sir!"

Only then did Ju Gui wake up from the illusion, and turned to face Lu Qiu. Lu Qiu found that Ju Gui's face was full of tears.

"Sir, you..."

Ju Gui looked at Lu Qiu, and raised his fingertips to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. "I'm sorry, your script is so well written, I'm...into the play..." Ju Gui didn't sleep well all night, and Cheng Dieyi was always there when he opened and closed his eyes.

"Sir, you can sing well." In the previous life, Lu Qiu felt that Li Yugang sang very well, but compared with Ju Gui, it lacked a little charm.Therefore, there is a comparison to show the difference. Lu Qiu, a layman, can taste that Ju Gui is indeed a master in the opera world.

"Xiaoqiu, I like the script you wrote. I will definitely teach you well and let you play Cheng Dieyi!" Ju Gui solemnly promised that this attitude is similar to accepting a closed disciple.

"Thank you, sir!"

Lu Qiu was very happy to be cultivated by the master with all his strength.After studying for a week, Lu Qiu felt extremely miserable.All-out cultivation means not only dedication, but also strict requirements.Ju Gui looked soft and weak, and he was relentless in pulling Lu Qiu up with the ruler in his hand.Lu Qiu, who is a half-learned artist, has a stiff body. Compared with children who played in elementary school, they often have to work twice as hard to make a movement standard. When practicing, there are always limbs bumping.Before going to bed at night, Lu Qiu took off his clothes and checked, and there were bruises everywhere.

It was too time-consuming to rush from the rented house to Ju Gui’s residence every day, and it was very tiring to practice for a day. On the second day after learning from Ju Gui, Lu Qiu booked a room in a relatively cool and affordable hotel nearby. Then go back to the rented house, but rest directly in the hotel.

About a week later in the afternoon, Zhou Hongxun, Xie Pu, and Wang Gui came to visit Ju Gui.

The three of them followed the nanny to the backyard, and saw Lu Qiu pressing his legs under the grape trellis, and Ju Gui sitting on the recliner with a ruler to supervise.

When Ju Gui saw the guest, he curled up to greet him, but still held the ruler in his hand.

Wang Gui is Lu Qiu's manager, and after greeting Ju Gui, he ran to Lu Qiu. "Brother Qiu, practice hard. Director Xie said that the machine will start up next month."

Ju Gui frowned slightly: "Let's go to the living room and don't disturb Xiao Qiu's practice."

"Okay! Okay! Let's go to the living room." Xie Pu came to the door this time to ask for Ju Gui, and waved at Wang Gui: "Wang Gui, wait for Brother Qiu to finish practicing before talking about the past."

"Oh, good!" Wang Gui also noticed Ju Gui's dissatisfaction, and hurriedly left Lu Qiu and ran back.

When Zhou Hongxun entered the yard, he didn't take his eyes off Lu Qiu. He couldn't get close to him for more than a week. He couldn't eat well or sleep well every day.After finally having an excuse to visit Ju Gui, but seeing Lu Qiu's forehead covered with sweat, his lips trembling and pale, he couldn't help feeling pity and distressed.

Ju Gui made it clear that he didn't want Lu Qiu's practice to be disturbed, so Zhou Hongxun's thousands of words could only be turned into a concerned greeting.

Lu Qiu noticed the concern in Zhou Hongxun's eyes, and slightly lifted his chin and smiled at him.

Zhou Hongxun's heart felt hot, and he stood there unable to move.

Wang Gui followed Ju Gui and Xie Pu to the door, but couldn't hear the footsteps behind him, so he turned around and called out. "President Zhou?"

"Here we come!" Zhou Hongxun put away his redundant expression, waved to Lu Qiu, left the backyard, and went to the living room.

The layout of Ju Gui's living room is as ancient as the appearance of the residence, with the style of the Republic of China period.The carved lattice frame, the pear wood chair, stool and coffee table, and the velvet blanket on the chair bring a modern style.

The four of them sat down, the nanny came over and poured tea, and Xie Pu said, "Sir, "Farewell My Concubine" is expected to start filming at the end of April. Mr. Zhou and I would like to invite you to be the art director on the set."

"Start shooting in April? Good! Good! Good!"

Ju Guilian said three good things.Xie Pu and Zhou Hongxun looked at each other, not sure whether Ju Gui agreed to be the art director, or just said it was good to start the film.

Ju Gui took a sip of tea, glanced at the grape arbor in the backyard from the living room window, and put the teacup on the coffee table.It turned out that the ruler in his hand was next to the teacup.This strict teacher never forgets to supervise his disciples.

With his back facing the backyard, Zhou Hongxun was very envious of Ju Gui's position, and really wanted to change it, but unfortunately he couldn't.

"I'm going to be in charge of Xiaoqiu, and I'm going to put my heart into it. If you don't mind, let me recommend someone for you."

When Xie Pu heard this, he had no choice but to nod. Ju Gui would never give unqualified recommendations. "Okay, I wish I could."

"My nephew Feng Hao, how is it?" Ju Gui spit out a name.

"Feng?" Xie Pu slipped his buttocks and almost slipped from the chair to the floor.Feng Hao is none other than the famous artist who severely criticized Xie Pu after the hit "Spring and Autumn Love".Xie Pu was criticized so badly by Feng Hao that he almost felt ashamed.

Ju Guiliu raised her eyebrows: "Why, Director Xie doesn't like it?"

"No! No! No! How could it be possible to look down on it? I can't ask for it, I can't ask for it!" Director Xie muttered in a low voice: "I'm afraid I won't be able to invite Teacher Feng."

Ju Gui does not fall in love with the media, her influence is limited to Beijing and Kunming circles, Feng Hao is different, very active, and has a reputation in the art circles.Much more influential than Ju Gui.

Zhou Hongxun smiled slightly: "Mister's nephew, how could he not invite you?"

Ju Gui said lightly: "I also do what I like, Feng Hao likes these common things."

Wang Gui patted the back of his head, feelings are common things for them, except for Lu Qiu?

Ju Gui's style is so old-fashioned that he doesn't need a mobile phone. He uses landlines for external communication, and the landlines are still dial-up.

In front of the guest, Ju Gui dialed the number, and within two seconds, the other party answered.

"Little Holmium, are you free?"

"Come here when you have time, I want to introduce you to be the art director of "Farewell My Concubine"."

The other party didn't know what to say, so Ju Gui hung up the phone after saying yes, turned around and looked out the window, and seeing the sun was about to set, he said to the guest: "You guys stay here today and have dinner with Xiao Qiu, Feng Holmium will be here soon."

The tone sounded as if he got a dinner because of Lu Qiu's favor, so Zhou Hongxun and the three naturally agreed.

Seeing that the guest agreed, Ju Gui went to the kitchen and ordered the nanny to add food.

Under the grape trellis in the backyard, Lu Qiu finished his exercise task, dragged his legs, and walked into the living room with his waist supported.

Ju Gui came out of the kitchen, saw Lu Qiu and said, "Xiaoqiu, Xiaofen is going to prepare dinner, today you rub the oil yourself."

"Brother Qiu got injured while practicing kung fu?" Wang Gui asked ahead of Zhou Hongxun.

Ju Gui glanced at Wang Gui and hummed softly. "If you don't endure hardships, how can you be superior to others?"

"Uh, that's it." Wang Gui laughed along, muttering in his heart, this old woman has a really big temper.

Ju Gui's complexion improved a bit. "Which one of you can massage?"

"I, I know a little bit." Wang Gui raised his hand.

"Xiaoqiu has a little muscle strain today, please help him press it."

"Okay! No problem."

After hearing what Ju Gui said, Zhou Hongxun hated himself for not answering first.Having enjoyed massage services a few times, there are roughly a few routines. Zhou Hongxun believes that he is also one of those who know a little bit.

"Mr. Zhou, Director Xie, you and your husband are drinking tea here, and I'll come out to accompany you after I'm done with Brother Wang." After greeting Lu Qiu, he took Wang Gui to a guest room.

Zhou Hongxun heaved a sigh of relief, the word "finishing things" sounded so unpleasant to his ears, he should have spoken earlier, he would be the one to finish things with Lu Qiu!Restricted by his status and etiquette, Zhou Hongxun couldn't be as direct and unscrupulous as Wang Gui.

Zhou Hongxun was sitting in the living room uneasy, and Ju Gui saw that he was always looking at the guest room, so he couldn't help saying, "Mr. Zhou, Xiaoqiu's injury will not be serious."

Zhou Hongxun's face became hot: "It's fine, I'm just worried that brother Qiu is too serious and his body won't be able to bear it."

Xie Pu's face also turned hot. Compared with Zhou Hongxun and Wang Gui, he was indifferent to Lu Qiu. "Sir, Mr. Zhou and I will go to see Brother Qiu first."

Zhou Hongxun's eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed.

"Okay, you guys go, I'll call you guys when Xiao Hao is here." Ju Gui didn't like to chat with others.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the guest room was higher than that in the living room. Zhou Hongxun opened the door and walked in and felt the tip of his nose get hot. Waiting to see the person on the bed, not only the tip of the nose was hot, but also his face and heart were hot.

Lu Qiu only wore a pair of white briefs, lying on the bed, while Wang Gui knelt behind him, rubbing oil on his back.

Looking up and seeing Zhou Hongxun's fiery gaze, Lu Qiu couldn't help shrinking his shoulders, subconsciously feeling that this was inappropriate, and wanted to grab the quilt and wrap it up.

"Hey, Brother Qiu, thank you for your hard work." Xie Pu walked to the bed and found that Lu Qiu's hands, feet, joints and waist were bruised.

"It's okay, I rubbed the wound oil and massaged it a few times, and it will disappear tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

Xie Pu blocked Zhou Hongxun, Lu Qiu regained his composure, and then wondered why he felt inappropriate just now, everyone is a man, even if he saw it naked, he would not lose his hair.

Massaging requires strength, and Wang Gui is a fat man. His forehead and nose are covered with sweat, shining brightly under the light.

Zhou Hongxun suggested: "Boss Wang, do you want to take a break? I can also do tricks. If Brother Qiu doesn't like it, I will replace it."

"Haha, brother Qiu is very lucky, and today he can enjoy the service of the boss of Feixun." Before Lu Qiu could express his opinion, Wang Gui grinned and joked.

A black line flew up on Lu Qiu's forehead.

Zhou Hongxun's face became even hotter.

"Fatty Wang, you have to be envious. You will also come to press your legs tomorrow. I'm sure that after a day, you will definitely have more injuries than Brother Qiu. When the time comes, I will help you rub the bruises with my feet, and it will probably be able to heal." Thank you Pu looked at Wang Gui's figure and made a contemptuous expression.

"I'm not sure how many injuries there are. There must be many red marks from the ruler. The old woman is really ruthless." Wang Gui said as he got off the bed. "President Zhou, please!"

Zhou Hongxun took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and went to bed where Wang Gui had just been.He poured wound oil on both hands and spread it lightly on the skin of Lu Qiu's shoulders. Lu Qiu shivered violently, and Zhou Hongxun was so startled that he immediately moved his hands away.

"what?"

"what?"

Both Wang Gui and Xie Pu were surprised by Lu Qiu's reaction.

Lu Qiu raised his head from the pillow and explained embarrassingly, "Mr. Zhou's hands are a little cold."

"Sorry! I ignored it." Zhou Hongxun hurriedly rubbed his hands to heat up.

Wang Gui chuckled: "It's better for me, my hands are hotter than normal, and I didn't irritate Brother Qiu."

Shep spat: "Fatty has this advantage."

"Director Xie, don't laugh. When you get to my age, you can still laugh." Wang Gui is ten years older than Xie Pu, who is only 34. By the middle age of 45, men who often socialize all have a beer belly.

"I only grow essence!" Shep said in a weightlifting pose.

The two were arguing vigorously, the door was knocked, and Ju Gui came to inform that Feng Hao had arrived.