Did the celebrity fall today? [Entertainment]

Jin Hong turned his head in response, slightly raised the corners of his lips towards Zhuang Jing.

Under the shade of locust trees, old friends are like yesterday, and a century seems to evaporate in an instant.

They're different, but they're still the same.

Because the two are very involved in the drama, the scenes in the Baylor Mansion, such as the night talk in the study, the garden practice, and the two walking together, were all filmed in one go, including the time for changing costumes and locations, and it took only two hours.

Those involuntary gazes, the eyes that fall on his shoulders intentionally or unintentionally, and the joy in his eyes, Zhuang Jing carefully collects them.

It turns out that sincere admiration cannot be hidden or pretended.Did Zaihong look at him that way back then?He was too young to notice anything.

After the filming, Zhuang Jing still dragged Jin Hong around the mansion, looking at several exhibition halls.

At this time, the filming crew of "Crossing the Impossible" had already left, and there was not a single visitor in the garden except the two of them.

Coming out of the exhibition hall displaying gorgeous clothes and utensils, the field of vision suddenly brightens, and the sound of trumpets is heard in the distance, and several sparrows are jumping lively, pecking at the bottom of the tree.

Zhuang Jing asked him: "Fourth brother, do you still want to go back to the past? At that time, this whole house was yours, and those priceless antiques, calligraphy and paintings were also yours." That was also Zaihong's youngest and most vigorous when.

At this time, they passed a moon gate and walked along a long corridor. Flower windows of different shapes were chiseled one after another on the snow-white side wall, separating many exquisite and different garden scenery.

The surroundings are silent and empty, and the whole garden seems to exist mostly for them.

Jin Hong stopped suddenly, and bent down to pick up Zhuang Jing in the air. Zhuang Jing let out a short exclamation, and Jin Hong placed him on the wall of the flower window properly.

The sun shines on Zhuang Jing's snow-white face through the green shade, Jin Hong leans over and kisses Zhuang Jing's face, and smiles like a rascal: "I won't go back, I didn't dare to do this kind of thing to Boss Zhuang before." .”

Zhuang Jing was still wearing the white gown with dark patterns, but Jin Hong changed back to modern clothes.He pinched Zhuang Jing's waist with one hand, and put his knee against his knee to prevent him from slipping down. The black coat hugged their bodies.

"Jiaer, your waist is really thin." Jin Hong tightened his hands.

Zhuang Jing's face was already as red as a boiled crab, and his crimson color was brighter than the plum blossoms behind the flower window.

He hesitated for a while before finally cursing: "You are so shameless!"

"Am I shameless?" Jin Hong leaned closer, put his forehead against Zhuang Jing's, and whispered some obscene words: "I have thought about shameless things, do you want to hear it?"

"Right now, right here."

Zhuang Jing couldn't take it anymore, he kicked Jin Hong's calf, separated Jin Hong's hand on his waist with his fingers, jumped off, and ran to a place three meters away from Jin Hong.

He covered his waist and pointed at Jin Hong, but he was too embarrassed to say anything else, so he could only curse: "I will sue you for destroying cultural relics!"

Jin Hong smiled: "This is the wall that was rebuilt later, don't tell me you don't know."

Zhuang Jing ignored him, turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, I didn't hear Jin Hong's footsteps, and couldn't help but look back.

I saw that the master was sure that he would turn his head back, and he was pretending to cover the place he had kicked, and limped towards this side.

Zhuang Jing turned his head and continued walking.

The footsteps behind him finally picked up speed, and Jin Hong followed up, talking nonsense, but Zhuang Jing didn't turn his head.

Finally, Jin Hong's aggrieved voice came from behind his ears, like a big dog: "Xiao Wu'er, I thought we were already together."

"Don't be mad at me."

Zhuang Jing couldn't bear Jin Hong's acting like a baby, so he stopped and turned his head helplessly.At this time, the blush on his face and neck had receded, and he looked fair again.

Jin Hong saw the needle, and immediately stretched out his hand: "Pull."

Zhuang Jing rolled his eyes, what else could he do, and grabbed the paw of a certain big dog.

The two continued to walk quietly in the garden.

But Jin Hong didn't rest for a long time, and when he was about to walk back to the crew, he suddenly asked: "Xiaojing, when are you going to make an official announcement? I've been in the dark for a long time, and I also want to see the light."

It was still that contrived tone of grievance.

Zhuang Jing glanced at him, and this glance was a flash in Jin Hong's eyes, bright and beautiful, but unfortunately what he said was more ruthless than a piece of wood: "It's early, just wait. I think you are quite It's sunny."

Zhuang Jing couldn't bear to see Jin Hong's way of being tentative but hopeful, and then suddenly discouraged.Even though he was quite a big man, and he knew what tricks he had, Zhuang Jing still unconsciously made him look like a pitiful little boy.

But leader Zhuang will never soften his heart when he should be hard-hearted. He still has a surprise to give on March [-]rd. If he wants to make an official announcement, he has to wait until the right time.

Jin Hong was not discouraged for a while, there was already a lively crew in front of him, he straightened his clothes immediately, and returned to the glorious Jin Dong before he was an adult.

After two days of filming, the last scene of the two was singing beside Taoranting.

Jin Hong plays the piano and Zhuang Jing sings.

The director said to Jin Hong and Zhuang Jing: "You two don't need to sing really well, as long as you show that energy, the dubbing will be done later."

Jin Hong adjusted the sound of the huqin, and played a gorgeous and smooth interlude: "Your live recording, the effect is much better than the post-dubbing effect."

The director knew Jin Hong's ability, but he didn't trust Zhuang Jing's singing ability at all, but when Dong Jin spoke, he listened to the sound first, anyway, it doesn't matter if he can't do it later.

In order to shoot the documentary, the staff set up a cordon 50 meters outside Taoranting, but it still did not stop the uncles, aunts and tourists who watched the excitement. One of the onlookers listened to Jin Hong's huqin and asked: "Where is the qin playing?" Who is it? Is it a professional? Is this a documentary about Beijing opera?"

The aunt next to him who kept up with the trend of the Internet told him: "What, the one playing the violin is the chairman of the entertainment company, and the one who is going to sing is a popular star right now. They are making a documentary about Ding Chengfeng."

Uncle: "Hey, any bird dares to call these days. I don't know what those people think if you want this kind of star to sing and make a documentary for Ding Chengfeng. If you want this little boy to sing, it's better to just find it in the park." How many old men are there?"

There was also a fan of Zhuang Jing next to him, and he couldn't get used to the explanation: "Master, you don't know, Zhuang Jing is very talented and he can sing well. Teacher Sheng Muhuai taught him a certain play, and he learned it immediately. Teacher Sheng said he Talented."

"Sheng Muhuai can also talk about scenes. Could it be possible to point to his nose and say that you are a kid?" The uncle laughed when he heard it, "You little girl, you know how to look at your face!"

The fans were young and tender-faced. Although their faces were full of shame and anger, and their eyes were a little red with anger, they couldn't say anything to refute, so they could only whisper: "You will know when my brother sings, he sings really well. !"

At this time, hearty laughter came from a distance, and a group of old men and women came here aggressively carrying huqin, drum boards, tape recorders, and loudspeakers.

The uncle said: "Hey, isn't that old Yangtou and Li Xiaohe? Little girl, these are the most famous fanciers in our capital's park circle. I usually stop here for a walk and listen to their singing and opera. That's right, they just came here at this time. After the show, aren't they just bringing guys to smash the scene?"

The little girl looked back, good guy, the grandparents of the two NO.30 ages combined are more than [-] years old, walking this way, and the onlookers were all caught by their aura, and they automatically retreated to the side.

Looking at this posture, the little girl is really in a hurry. Could it be that she really came to kick the gym?

If, if they really wanted to laugh at Zhuang Jing, how could he protect his brother?Unable to think of an answer, seeing Zhuang Jing who was discussing something with Jin Hong with her head bowed in the distance, she was so anxious that she was about to sweat.

At this time, this group of Haohaotangtang people had stopped in front of the cordon and lined up in three neat rows.The leaders are Lao Yangtou and Li Xiaohe.I saw Lao Yang held his breath and concentrated his head, waved his hand into the air, and Grandma Li next to him raised a loudspeaker, and a mid-spirited female voice sounded: "Teacher Zhuang!"

The elderly square team behind them answered in unison: "Come on!"

Grandma Li raised her voice again: "Teacher Zhuang!"

The elderly team shouted enthusiastically: "The elderly fans support you!"

These grandparents sang opera all the year round, their voices were loud, and their slogans were so loud that the whole Taoranting was inspired.

Zhuang Jing turned his head, saw the familiar old Yang Tou, and heard the slogan. He probably guessed that these grandparents should be "students" and netizens whom he had never met in the group of senior fanciers, so he smiled and waved. Walk towards them.

The grandparents were very excited to see Zhuang Jing, and everyone wanted to have a chat with him. In the end, it was Lao Yangtou and Grandma Li who became the chat representatives.

Zhuang Jing asked them why they came here, and Grandma Li, who usually received the most education, hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhuang, you have taught us so many things. Everyone in our fancier group wants to thank you in person! You are usually a big star and you are busy, so you can't be casual." Come out with us, this time we found out that you were filming in Taoranting, or that you were popular in the palm of your hand, so we came here to support you. Taoranting is where we usually sing, and it is our territory!"

Zhuang Jing smiled so that his eyes bent into two beautiful arcs.

The old man who laughed at Zhuang Jing before was dumbfounded. How come Zhuang Jing is so popular in the fancier circle, is he the teacher of these well-known fanciers?

The little girl who was a fan was so excited when she saw her brother up close, and when she heard that these grandparents even called Zhuang Jing a teacher, she was even more proud of not wanting to. to her satisfaction.

Then she quietly picked up the phone, zoomed in on the camera, and captured all of her brother's gentle and hearty smile.

After Zhuang Jing chatted for a few words, he went back to prepare for filming, and the fanciers over there also spontaneously started to maintain the order and quiet of the scene.

This is the first time for many of them to listen to Zhuang Jing's opera live. Naturally, they are very attentive and hold their breath. This solemn attitude has affected other tourists. How much ability is there.