Become the heroine's vicious ex-wife

After a while, Qin Changyi raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror, then slowly scanned down, and finally landed on the bottles and cans on the table.

Unknowingly, a lot of things have been added to the room, which is completely different from the deserted one next door.This small room is filled with the atmosphere of two people's life.

But after the brief dispute that day, she realized that there was always an invisible boundary between them.Sheng Mingzhao's teasing was gone -- she could feel her tenderness and concern, but she was still a little restless and anxious.

She is a type of person who scoffs at intuition, but now she is troubled because of her intuition.

"Very beautiful." Sheng Mingzhao looked at Qin Changyi in the mirror and praised him sincerely.

If it weren't for this face, she probably wouldn't be chasing Qin Changyi, would she?

Sheng Mingzhao didn't hide his emotions, Qin Changyi didn't look back, but he also guessed her thoughts.She drooped her eyelashes and asked softly, "If I looked ordinary, or even ugly, would you—" Qin Changyi got stuck, and she felt hypocritical.

Sheng Mingzhao should be straightforward and frank: "No." People are visual animals, and first impressions are very important.She has no requirements for the appearance of her friends, but she is extremely picky when it comes to her partners.She stroked Qin Changyi's long hair, leaned into her ear and said, "Similarly, you won't pay attention to me. Be loyal to your own heart."

Qin Changyi remained silent.She has independent rights in her marriage, and she resisted the title of "marriage". She didn't refuse at the beginning and got married directly because the partner was Sheng Mingzhao.She didn't feel any disgust at her being her partner, she was actually used to Sheng Mingzhao's presence.

"Of course appearance is just the starting point." Sheng Mingzhao said again.

"En." Qin Changyi replied, with a very flat tone.

Among Huangyue's many projects, "Into the Tradition" is not considered outstanding, and the profits it brings are extremely limited.Qin Changyi and Sheng Mingzhao chose it, obviously not for short-term profits.The finished film broadcast every Wednesday is different from the live broadcast room. There is no intrigue or friction between guests. What is shown in front of everyone is a pursuit and respect for art.There will be guests in every issue, but they don't seem to be the central characters. The most memorable one is their group of veteran craftsmen.Zhang Zibin did not hesitate to focus the camera on them and let them tell the story of the millennium wind and rain.

Compared with variety shows that guide guests to compete, fight, and even attract people's attention, "Into the Tradition" is extraordinarily serious and simple.At a time when relevant departments were promoting traditional culture, they quickly noticed this film, and even the official media praised it, saying that it led a positive atmosphere and set it as a benchmark.Businessmen are like sharks smelling blood, smelling the wind direction and interests here. For a while, various programs under the name of "promoting tradition" came one after another, but none of them can compare with the quality and effect of "Into Tradition" .

[Watching this show, I feel so shocked, it is completely different from the joy of watching the live broadcast. 】

[These old crafts are treasures!Besides sculpture, what other traditional crafts are there?want to see! 】

[Miss and sisters are also treasures. These things look easy, but they can't be made without enough patience. ——A speech from a salted fish who just gave up. 】

[Yun Qingfeng turned out to be so powerful that passers-by became fans. 】

[I have a bold guess, the designer "Sheng Mingzhao's trumpet" uploaded on the Internet is probably the deity. 】

[Isn't it?Who would choose such a name? 】

Sheng Mingzhao's account has not been updated for a long time. The last comment was the result of a lottery draw. The first comment was a picture of fans who won the lottery. The following group is screaming.

Those who noticed the details looked through Sheng Mingzhao's Weibo content, and then went to the forum to find the tall building where "Feng Yufei" Fu Huadao was discussed, and slowly came up with a guess.Sheng Mingzhao's trumpet is equal to Sun Moon Zhaozhao and Sheng Mingzhao's deity.

【Born so well-groomed and so talented, I love it. 】

[Damn, why aren't you single. 】

[I unilaterally declare that Miss Sheng is my wife. 】

Sheng Mingzhao saw the news on the Internet, smiled lightly, and did not intend to clarify, and of course he was not prepared to respond.

The days of filming in the program group passed quickly.

Most of the noisy cicadas disappeared, and occasionally there were a few sounds that were infinitely sad.

The full moon is clear, and there are stone lanterns on both sides of the corridor, exuding soft rays of light, like rounds of small moons.

Sheng Mingzhao sat at the stone table in the courtyard, resting his chin with one hand and pressing a corner of the book with the other.Her brows were slightly frowned, her eyes were darkened, and she seemed to be blending into the night.

Among the many guests, the little orange cat in the courtyard likes Sheng Mingzhao the most, whenever he has free time, he hangs at her feet.This time, she rubbed Sheng Mingzhao's feet, and seeing that she didn't respond, she jumped onto the stone table and used her fat face to hug Sheng Mingzhao.

Sheng Mingzhao raised his left hand and pushed the little orange cat.

The wind blew, and the book was quickly closed, finally revealing the four flamboyant characters of "Mask Illustrated Book" on the title page.

The guests were divided into two groups, one group learned wood carving, and the other group learned stone carving. After the final shooting time, they all needed to learn the same thing—mask making.The things related to hunting activities and totem worship are obviously full of mystery, which immediately washed away the decadence of the guests.

Of course, what interests Sheng Mingzhao the most is the "Flower God Festival" in Mingzhu Town, to thank the Flower God for his gift this year.

She hadn't heard of the show, but that didn't stop her from being very interested.

"The light here is not good, so it's not suitable for reading." Qin Changyi's voice came from behind.

The little orange cat jumped off the stone table and quickly got into the grass.

Qin Changyi's expression remained unchanged, she looked at Sheng Mingzhao quietly.The other guests all went back to their rooms to rest, and they were not afraid of being disturbed.

"It's a co-authored book, I haven't read it." Sheng Mingzhao said, and said to close the cover completely, hoping to show his "innocence".

Qin Changyi gave a faint "um", and was at a loss for words.After a while, she sighed softly, and replied, "It's been more than two months."

"Yes." Sheng Mingzhao stood up and stretched.Except for Su Weiran, who was an annoying monster at the beginning, everything was fine.

Qin Changyi stepped forward to help her put away the "Mask Illustrated Book", and said, "I made a lot of phone calls at home. I have to go back after the filming."

Sheng Mingzhao's first reaction was actually Sheng's father and Sheng's mother, but Qin Changyi obviously represented the Qin family when he told her this.Shen Junyi's face appeared in her mind, and she smiled briskly, and she said, "Okay." After a pause, she said again, "My parents are going back to China."

"Returning to China?" Qin Changyi's eyes were full of doubts, and she said, "Are you coming back temporarily or—"

"Not yet." Sheng Mingzhao responded briskly.She is not very dependent on her parents, but when her parents come back and have relatives by her side, it obviously makes her feel better.

Qin Changyi was thinking more about the Sheng family's property issues, but she didn't say much in front of Sheng Mingzhao, she just responded with a smile: "We will pick you up at the airport together then."

"There is a 'Flower God Festival' in Mingzhu Town." Sheng Mingzhao changed the topic suddenly.

"What?" Qin Changyi didn't react right away. When she understood it, she immediately took over the conversation and said, "Do you want to participate?" She had heard about the "Flower God Festival", which was different from what she imagined had a hundred and thousand years of accumulation." The "Flower God Festival" is actually a festival that has emerged in the past 20 years. It is a bit like the Lantern Festival, but it is not the Lantern Festival.On this day, the town will be decorated with lights and colorful lights, and the street vendors will also be active. Men and women will go out in exquisite clothes and masks.

Although the "Flower God Festival" has not been around for a long time, it has become a feature of Mingzhu Town and is tied to the mask of the Sun family.

Sheng Mingzhao smiled and said: "After calculating the time, it was almost a few days after the shooting of the show. It would be a good easter egg for "Into the Tradition"."

Qin Changyi thought for a moment, and she said, "I will mention it to Director Zhang." In the show, she paid great attention to her identity, and she didn't want to look special just because she was the president of Huangyue.Now that the shooting is in the later stage, adding such a "little easter egg" is not in the way, but will attract more people's attention.

Zhang Zibin listened to Qin Changyi's thoughts, and after discussing with the staff, they quickly settled on it.

On the day of the Flower God Festival, all the guests participated in this event, which was regarded as a holiday.The cameraman needs to follow the crowd, firstly to record the words and deeds of the guests, and secondly to take pictures of the grand occasion of the Flower God Festival.

After the program group decided, the official Weibo first released the news.

[This Flower God Festival sounds very interesting. 】

[Emm, I searched the Internet, and it seems that there are a lot of strange clothes, and there are news about children being scared to cry. 】

[Isn't it just a masked ball for the whole town?I am not envious for a moment. 】

[Is there still time for me to go to Mingzhu Town?What if you meet a goddess? 】

[People are wearing masks, can you recognize them? 】

[Antique town, a group of girls in Hanfu, lanterns everywhere... I think they are calling me, let me experience a "personal appointment after dusk". 】

During the intense discussion on the Internet, Mingzhu Town has already started to prepare.An up host whose hometown is in Mingzhu Town started live broadcasting, and kept promoting the handicrafts of Sun's family and the food in the small town to netizens.Netizens who were not very interested in "Into the Tradition" were suddenly attracted by him.

The most lively moment of the Flower God Festival is at night.

The stream lights illuminate the colorful lights, and the "Flower God" elected by the town wears fancy clothes and makeup, and parades in the long street on eight large sedan chairs.Young and middle-aged men with hideous masks held musical instruments in their hands, playing and singing cheerful and lively tunes.The peddlers in the town are also well-dressed, there are all kinds of food stalls, melon and fruit stalls, and fortune-telling stalls. Of course, the most are selling small handicrafts, especially masks.

Some of the people walking on the street were not wearing masks, so they would naturally stop in front of the stalls at this time.

The program team assigned the guests a task of finding someone.

The six guests didn't set off together. They didn't stay together on the day of the Flower God Festival. They put on makeup and masks and disappeared into the crowd. Only the cameraman remembered who he was following.

[Copper mask, jade mask, wooden mask... I'm sore, I want it. 】

[Xiyangyang, Big Big Wolf, Ultraman, Fake Sanxingdui... Fuck, and I, Ke Zong!Surprised! 】

[Who is that flower god sister, she is so beautiful. 】

[Why doesn't our town have such a festival, Qiqi! 】

【Guess everyone, can Boss Qin find Miss Sheng? 】

[The clothes are similar, there are so many people, and I don't know where to start. This is a bit difficult? 】

[The program team is too cruel!On the head of the willow tree on the moon, it is time for the wives and wives to play together hand in hand. 】

[Let's take a guess, whether it's sugar or a knife! 】

[I am driving two live broadcast rooms, and I am sad to tell everyone that I just passed by! 】

Those who stayed in Sheng Mingzhao's live broadcast room were naturally interested in her or in her and Qin Changyi. Now they are not busy looking at the young ladies and brothers who appear on the screen, but are focused on looking for Qin Changyi in the crowd When he saw a suspicious figure, he wished he could rush up and take off his mask to see what happened.

Sheng Mingzhao moved unhurriedly, her expression was covered by a delicate and thin cheek, only revealing a pair of beautiful eyes like stars.She walked along the crowd, crossed a stone bridge, and finally stopped in front of a small stall.The owner of the small stall is an old woman. She squints her eyes and sits on the rocking chair, flapping her cattail fan from time to time, feeling very comfortable.Seeing Sheng Mingzhao stopped in front of the stall, she didn't speak, but squinted her eyes and smiled.

Hairpins, hairpins, jade pendants, masks, scissors... The small stall was full of things. Sheng Mingzhao's eyes swept over slowly, and finally landed on a small jade lock. She stared at the jade lock fixedly, as if she didn't know the time. flow.The people beside her changed from group to group, but she was the only one who still stood there and watched.

"This is a concentric lock, and you girl dolls don't care about this now." The old woman said, most of her teeth were missing, and her words were a bit leaky.

Sheng Mingzhao shook his head, then nodded again.

Now there are too many luxury items that can be given as gifts, who cares about useless concentric locks.

Furthermore, with the concentric lock, what about the concentric person?

Sheng Mingzhao frowned suddenly, she originally planned to say a few words, but seeing that the old lady had closed her eyes and rested her mind, she swallowed her words again.

She turned and left the stall.

She walked in the opposite direction of the crowd, and gradually the surrounding area became quiet, and even the hawking sound seemed faint, as if it came from a distance.

She took a few steps quickly, as if feeling something in her heart, she stopped suddenly.

The wind blew away the scattered sounds.

Her eyes gradually filled with sadness.

She couldn't tell what state she and Qin Changyi were in—

According to Qin Changyi's temperament, even in this ambiguous state, she can live a lifetime, right?A thin mask covered her expression as well as her heart.

In the night, after the fireworks were in full bloom, there was a pungent smell, which also formed a layer of hazy gloom.

She was blocked by this layer of smoke.

At this time, in the live broadcast room.

[Miss, turn around quickly!Turn back! 】

【Are you mistaken? 】

[Miss rushes to the duck! 】

The author has something to say: Zhao Zhao: How can I prove that I only like her face?

Qin Changyi: The premise is wrong, so there is no need to prove it.