The life of cute cubs with small traffic [entertainment circle]

There was a brief silence in the arbor.

Lin Yimo was also stunned for a moment, "What does he mean by that?"

The female guests also looked at each other in blank dismay.

He Qingqing, who was also sitting on the outer seat like Lin Yimo, was still wearing the Hanfu she wore in the performance just now. The beautiful old-fashioned little fairy felt that? The little girl was reluctant to change this dress, so she just wore it and continued recording programme.

He Qingqing took the topic, "Not sure,? It feels like I'm joking, and it's like being in Versailles."

Ning Lan tasted it, and said with some amusement: "This modest sense of language is a bit like a schoolmaster."

Li Xiaoxiao even counted with his fingers, and asked curiously, "Did he use three idioms?"

Ah this?

Everyone fell silent again.

Xie Yunzheng coughed lightly: "I used two of them, 'hands-on-hand' and 'more than enough',? 'Study is not good' is not an idiom."

Lin Yimo, He Qingqing, Wang Qiqi, and Ning Lan showed the expressions of scumbags at the same time——

Wow, isn't it an idiom that "students are not good at arts"?

learned, learned.

Li Xiaoxiao was embarrassed: "So, I thought that as long as there are four words, it is an idiom."

Ning Lan quickly agreed and resolved her embarrassment: "Yes, I always thought so."

Wang Qiqi grabbed a handful of melon seeds in her hands, and the big beauty looked confused: "Isn't the point the word 'chasing people'? You are not curious, who is Chunxi chasing after? He already has someone he likes." ?”

The people who asked a few words were silent for a while.

Xie Yunzheng subconsciously looked at the figure standing outside the arbor.

Lin Yimo glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and asked the director with a smile: "Director, we are just a casual show, idol romances should not be allowed, right?"

Director: "Teacher Liu can."

Everyone: "???" What do you mean?

Director: "Don't worry,? If it's really not possible,? It will be cut later."

Everyone: "..." This answer is not reassuring at all!

However, because of their curiosity, everyone obviously had a little more expectation for Liu Chunxi's so-called study.

I don't know what he wants to read?

Who are you chasing?

Liu Chunxi is not far from them,? He can hear these discussions, and he just smiles when he hears them.

His focus now is mainly on what he has to do next.

The staff quickly cleaned up the venue, made some adjustments according to the requirements submitted by Liu Chunxi, removed unnecessary things, and arranged the needed props.

Because it was a performance, Liu Chunxi stood behind the table, facing the other guests in the arbor, so as to facilitate the camera shooting.

Several people in the pergola saw it and started discussing again.

"He also uses a desk. Does he also need to write?"

"Didn't he say he wanted to study?"

"Is it possible to read while writing?"

"Isn't this colliding with Teacher Xie?"

"Yun Zheng, what do you think?"

"I don't mind. If I can have the same hobbies as Chunxi, I wish for it. I'm looking forward to it."

"It's still Teacher Xie who can speak."

"I don't understand anything else, but the movement of spreading the paper and placing the inkstone has something inside."

"That's right, Chunxi's posture of dipping in ink and holding a pen is also the same. It looks very professional at first glance. Has he practiced it before?"

"Anyway, I haven't heard of it. We've been doing shows together for so long and I haven't heard him mention it. And I remember saying that he couldn't even sign his autograph when he was on a variety show."

"Yes, I remember too."

"Maybe it's a hobby? I remember that Chunxi is a rich second generation. Maybe he learned it when he was a child, so he has a foundation?"

"Just wait and see."

But no matter what, Liu Chunxi did not show in front of people that he could write calligraphy. Now he seems to be standing there ready to write big characters.

As long as he can write it down, it also fits today's theme.

At this time, Liu Chunxi could no longer feel other voices.

He closed his eyes gently, concentrated his attention, and began to brew his feelings. He made a final complete check in his brain, and after confirming that there was no problem, he opened his eyes again.

He began to write.

Thick ink travels on the rice paper, every stroke and every painting is written from the heart, where the heart goes, the pen appears spontaneously, the ink moves like a dragon, and it is freely swayed.

Read while writing——

"The Book of Songs·Chen Feng·Moonrise"

The moon rises brightly, and the outstanding people come.Shu Yao is correct, and labored quietly.

The moon rises brightly, and the outstanding people are beautiful.Feel comfortable and worry, work hard.

When the moon rises, it shines brightly.Shu Yao Shaoxi, laborious and miserable. "

This is a love poem about missing a beauty under the moon, and it is also the earliest chapter in classical Chinese poetry that uses the bright moon as a metaphor for a beauty.

The whole poem is sung once and sighed three times, chanted repeatedly, sending lovesickness to the moonrise, lingering and sentimental, which is the soft and unique romance in the hearts of the ancients.

Liu Chunxi's voice was already pleasant, but when he recited his poems, he added a bit of indescribable ancient charm, with an ancient tone that made people feel far away in time and space, and the words and sentences were like mountain springs, clear and quiet, bubbling into the ears , as if able to penetrate the human soul.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

On behalf of everyone present, Li Xiaoxiao asked the question of the soul: "Is the Book of Songs so beautiful?"

They also studied the "Book of Songs" when they were in school, and they read it themselves and heard others read it, but they have never heard such a beautiful accent, as if they read the entire poem alive.

He Qingqing jumped up: "I love it, I declare that I will be Brother Chunxi's mother fan from now on!"

Wang Qiqi even forgot to eat melon seeds: "I finally understand why he has so many die-hard fans who live and listen to books. Who can resist this kind of voice?"

Ning Lan suddenly asked: "Is it too late for me to call him Zai Zai?"

There was a smile on the corner of Lin Yimo's lips, and he was relieved: "Fortunately, I hugged my thigh early."

Xie Yunzheng stood up and walked over impatiently: "I'll go and see how he writes."

Although the people in the arbor couldn't see how his handwriting was, they could see the amazed expression of the camera brother who was in charge of following the film through the lens.

Xie Yunzheng wanted to see with his own eyes what Liu Chunxi's handwriting looked like.

Now, right now, right now, he doesn't want to wait a second longer.

He Qingqing hurriedly shouted: "I'll go too."

Lin Yimo stood up leisurely and followed behind: "Take me."

After Liu Chunxi finished reading the poem, he still didn't stop writing, but continued all the way to the left.

He has already entered a state of highly concentrated spirit, concentrating on it without distractions, and no one can disturb him.

At this moment, in his heart, eyes and mind, there is only one person.

He diluted the ink, stippled and connected lines, smeared and smudged, and wrote like a god, and soon outlined a figure that made his heart and mind engraved in his bones.

He is tall and tall, standing in brocade clothes, with a calm expression, black hair and long eyes, and a veil on his face.

The man stood alone under the long eaves of the palace, leaning on the pillars in the quiet night, his temperament was dusty.

After Liu Chunxi finished the last stroke, he checked it back and forth, signed the double payment, signed the date, and completed the work.

It's okay, the result is better than he thought.

Satisfied, Liu Chunxi let out a long sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he was startled.

"Why are you here?" He smiled in surprise.

The three of Xie Yunzheng had stood beside him for a long time.

Originally, they just wanted to come over to see what words Liu Chunxi wrote, which amazed the big brothers of the cameras, but when they came here to see, Liu Chunxi had no plans to stop writing.

The three of them approached and took a closer look, and they were all shocked immediately.

You look at me, I look at you, don't worry about what's on your mind, now it's like an appointment, waiting quietly by the side, for fear of disturbing Liu Chunxi.

When Liu Chunxi breathed a sigh of relief, they also let out a long sigh of relief.

Then he looked at Liu Chunxi with complicated eyes.

"How did you come up with that?"

"how did you do that?"

"Amazing!"

"Is this still a learned skill?"

"You want to kill us, don't you?"

They were chattering here, and Ning Lan, who hadn't come over there, couldn't wait anymore.

"How is Chunxi's handwriting? How good is the writing? You waited for a long time and didn't say anything, and this one is chattering, with an excited face, and wants to kill us. Hurry up and bring it over for us to appreciate!"

"Sister Lan is right, bring it here so we can see it too!"

"If you don't come here again, I will go too!"

The words were written in a paperweight, and now there were Xie Yunzheng and Lin Yimo standing on the left and right, and the eyes of the little girl He Qingqing were full of little stars of admiration.

Liu Chunxi loosened his muscles and bones, picked up the crutch that was placed beside him again, and raised his voice with a smile: "It's already written, you don't need to come here, let's go there."

After the camera finished taking pictures of the entire calligraphy and painting, Xie Yunzheng had already rolled up the painting before the staff started to do it.

"Your feet are inconvenient, let me get it."

"Thanks."

The group returned to the arbor, and Xie Yunzheng and Lin Yimo cooperated to reopen the calligraphy and painting for others to see.

"This is..." Ning Lan looked up in surprise.

"Didn't you write "Moonrise"?" Wang Qiqi was shocked.

"Well, I read "Moonrise" and wrote "Papaya."

Liu Chunxi returned to his seat, stood on crutches and looked at the big characters he had just written. His heart was full of tenderness. When everyone was deeply immersed in the calligraphy and painting he wrote because of their amazement, he read the poem written on it softly— —

"The Book of Songs·Wei Feng·Papaya"

Vote me to papaya, and repay it to Qiongju. Bandit newspapers are also good.

Vote for me with Mu Tao, and repay it with Qiong Yao.Bandit newspapers are also always considered good.

Vote for me with wood and plum, and return it with Qiong Jiu.It is always good to report to the bandits. "

The number of words in the two poems is almost the same. What is really difficult is that Liu Chunxi reads one poem and writes another poem.

The ingenuity, talent and courage alone are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In particular, his cursive writing with a brush brush is still very brilliant. Although it may be a little impetuous in the eyes of experts, it is already the best choice in the eyes of ordinary people. Even Xie Yunzheng, who has learned calligraphy since childhood, can't put it down. Buy this calligraphy and painting immediately.

As for the people in the painting, the charm is beautiful, the ancient flavor is antique, and it can be connected with the charm of the Book of Songs, but because the image fits too well, no one thinks much about it.

Ning Lan came back to her senses, looked at Liu Chunxi solemnly, and praised vigorously: "The younger generation is awesome, amazing!"

Li Xiaoxiao followed suit, convinced: "Although if you don't say it, I can't tell what kind of characters you wrote, but I can tell that the characters are very chic and smooth, and they are more elegant than the characters I have ever seen. Be good!"

He Qingqing has long been star-eyed: "Brother Chunxi, can you write a picture for me too? I'll frame it, and I'll treasure it well!"

Wang Qiqi was still a little unsatisfied, applauded, and praised: "You are really a fantastic idea. I tried it, but I couldn't do it at all! How did you do it? It's incredible! If I didn't see it with my own eyes , I will never believe it!"

When she said this, the others subconsciously tried it on the table or in their hearts, chanting words, and within 2 minutes, they were all defeated.

Liu Chunxi said with a smile: "That's right, how about 'unknown efforts'? In this regard, I have worked hard."

Li Xiaoxiao gave him a compliment: "It turns out that this is what you said about 'acting at will' and 'don't laugh at me', Fan, it's so ordinary."

Liu Chunxi: "...to be humble."

And he is indeed not good at learning, not even Brother Mao, he is just a playboy.

Wang Qiqi's beautiful eyes turned, and she remembered the question she cared most about: "Then what you just said about using this talent to 'chase people', is it true? Who do you want to chase?"

Liu Chunxi was stunned: "Ah? Did I say it?"

Everyone: "You said it, we all heard it."

Liu Chunxi felt dazed, and raised his finger to point at the person in his painting: "Isn't it there? It's him, the paper figure in my dream. He looks so good, I fell in love with him at first sight, I thought about him day and night, dreamed of him day and night. I'm going after him."

Everyone turned their heads to look at the ancient masked handsome man he had just drawn.

At the same time, an expression slowly appeared on the face: "???"

Tears, what kind of poignant interdimensional love is this? !

This person is clearly serious, but why is it so unreliable? !

After Du Shengyao and Zhou Xiaoli parked their cars at the foot of the mountain, they walked slowly up the mountain.

Both changed into casual suits.

Zhou Xiaoli asked with a smile as he climbed the mountain, "Is it just my aunt's call?"

Du Shengyao didn't even bother to stare at him: "Didn't you hear that?"

Zhou Xiaoli showed a smiley expression: "Your mother and your grandfather really want to come to K City for vacation? What year is it, and your family still has group activities?"

Du Shengyao was astonished, but his expression was indifferent: "Family fun is better than living orphans."

Zhou Xiaoli didn't get angry when he pissed him off: "Then don't you need to pick someone up?"

Du Shengyao was silent, and after walking for a while, he calmly replied: "No, they're already here."

Zhou Xiaoli was stunned for a moment, then blinked hard: "...Is that what I meant when you said 'they have come'?"

Du Shengyao sighed indistinctly and did not answer.

He didn't understand why his mother arrived early, left his father and grandfather behind, and ran over with Du Fengyao.

Is it interesting to think about it once it comes out?

Thinking about it this way, when he was about to reach the villa, Du Shengyao saw the duo of uncle and nephew who were stopped by the staff from a long distance away.

Du Shengyao: "..."

Seeing him stop, Zhou Xiaoli turned to look at him: "What's the matter, why don't you leave?"

Du Shengyao ignored him, sighed in his heart, and walked over resignedly: "Mom."

Jiang Manyun and his nephew Du Fengyao got off the plane and came all the way here. He thought it would be easy to see Liu Chunxi, but he didn't expect that after what happened last night, Zhou Xiaoli and the program team have strengthened the security around the villa. For control, the uncle and nephew were stopped here, so to speak, the security personnel on duty did not allow them to pass.

When Du Fengyao saw Du Shengyao coming, he first called out: "Brother."

Seeing his son coming, Jiang Manyun hurriedly greeted him: "They said that there is a martial law these days, no one is allowed to enter, and they don't know how Chunxi is doing, whether his injury is recovering or not, I just want to call him to ask about his condition."

Du Shengyao: "Didn't I tell you, he's fine."

Jiang Manyun: "I've come here, I have to meet you to rest assured, and take a look at how the conditions of their crew are."

Du Shengyao: "It's a reality show group."

Jiang Manyun: "It's all the same."

Du Shengyao was speechless, and glanced at Zhou Xiaoli.

Zhou Xiaoli suppressed a smile, made a look, motioned for the security personnel to let him go, and then went up to greet Jiang Manyun: "Hello, Auntie, I'm Zhou Xiaoli. Something happened to the program group in the past two days, and martial law is in effect. I'm sorry to let you I've been waiting here for so long."

Jiang Manyun looked him up and down, and immediately smiled kindly: "I remember you, you are Sheng Yao's classmate, right?"

Zhou Xiaoli boasted: "Auntie has a good memory."

Jiang Manyun smiled gracefully: "Then what are you waiting for, let's go in."

Zhou Xiaoli led the way, Du Shengyao and Jiang Manyun followed, and Du Fengyao walked obediently at the end.

After entering the gate of the villa, there happened to be a voice from Wang Qiqi asking Liu Chunxi: "...Who are you chasing?"

Zhou Xiaoli couldn't help being startled, and raised his hand to make a gesture to tell everyone to keep quiet.

Liu Chunxi's voice: "Ah? Did I say it?"

The voice of a group of people: "You said it, we all heard it."

Liu Chunxi's voice sounded: "Isn't it there? It's him, the paper man in my dream. He is so good-looking, I fell in love with him at first sight, thinking about him day and night, dreaming of him day and night. I want to chase him."

A few people who just entered the courtyard: "..."

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