Superstar Faner [Ancient Wears Today]

On the first day in a foreign country, Wen Yiyan fully appreciates the beauty of the city.The streets are full of traffic, noisy people, and some places are quiet, leisurely and generous... The goddess overlooks this magical city.

However, when he opened his eyes the next day, Wen Yiyan felt that the whole painting style was wrong.

——Have you ever seen a big hotel that actively asks to change ordinary rooms into VIPs?Have you ever seen a taxi driver who drives on his own volition and doesn't take money?Have you ever seen a local guide greeted with trepidation like a king...

Well, Wen Yiyan has encountered all of these, and indeed he is the man favored by the heavens in the legend!

--Nonsence!This is of course impossible!He just felt like he was already under someone's watch.This so-and-so, if he wasn't a pervert, he wouldn't want to do anything but the president.

So, is this the rhythm of being found within 24 hours?He really wasn't suitable for the tall game of peek-a-boo. tat

The President snorted coldly on the other side of the Pacific—if you want to play hide-and-seek, don't you just hope that you can be found!Be prepared to accept punishment!

When the busy day was over, like most people in the city, Wen Yiyan ushered in his dinner time. The local guide took him to a high-end restaurant and escorted him to the door of the private room.

Wen Yiyan hesitated a little, he did not knock on the door of the private room with his raised right hand.

Taking a deep breath, he kept giving himself psychological hints—la la la~ la la la~ I'm a dead pig and I'm not afraid of being hot, no, I'm not afraid of being hot!

"Please come in!"

Wen Yiyan was taken aback, was it a woman's voice? !

Pushing the door open, a lady with a beautiful face, a good figure, and a cold temperament is sitting under the dim light. It is Ms. Ye Feiyun!

"...Hello, Auntie." I never expected it!

"Well, call me mom." Ms. Ye Feiyun obviously had facial paralysis all year round. She smiled unnaturally, but her eyes were sincere.

Wen Yiyan wanted to say "hehe" twice, but Ms. Ye Feiyun was not easy to fool, she emphasized again seriously, "Call me mom!"

Wen Yiyan (⊙o⊙) Oh? !

Ms. Ye Feiyun didn't know what to think of, and thought for a moment, "Have you ever called Alexandre Dumas?"

Wen Yiyan thought, perhaps this sentence can be understood as - have you ever called Yuan's family and father?

That must not be possible!So he shook his head honestly.

Ms. Ye Feiyun was very satisfied, her smile became more natural, and a few lines appeared in the corners of her eyes, which made her seem to be able to match the word "kindness" a little bit, "Call me mom!"

Whoops I'm going!Is he awake?

"...Mom." qaq

Ms. Ye Feiyun restrained her momentum, and pushed two glass bottles the size of Fengyoujing on the table towards Wen Yiyan, "Meeting ceremony."

Wen Yiyan seemed to be accepting the blessing from the pope to the believers, and carefully took the glass bottle.Oh, it's Fatimah, the world's top perfume brand, the unit price is comparable to platinum, or even diamonds, the kind that is extremely expensive.

Wen Yiyan said politely, Aunt Xie Xie, I like the meeting ceremony very much.

Ms. Ye Feiyun was very happy, "You're welcome, my mother mass-produces these things, but use them hard, and there will be more after use."

The corners of Wen Yiyan's mouth twitched, this is fatimah, each one is a global limited edition fatimah, a top luxury brand that even an Internet idiot like him who just came here knows, do you want to say that there are all over the street? Are you selling essential oils?

"...You are the founder of this brand?" Wen Yiyan guessed boldly.

Ms. Ye Feiyun was noncommittal, "It's just for fun." Then she smiled mysteriously, "I don't know, my mother's main business is to resell arms."

Reselling, reselling arms?This can't be... It's terrible, please go home! qaq

The tasteless dinner was finally over. Ms. Ye Feiyun said that she would take good care of Wen Yiyan. She sincerely invited him to be the endorsement of the fatimah men's fragrance that will be launched for the first time in the next issue, and provided a certain internationally renowned celebrity Director's business card.

This is really a day like a dream, when the CEO's mother-in-law opened her mouth, this style of painting is so wrong!Before going to bed, Wen Yiyan still felt that he was always floating, and his feet couldn't find the ground.

……

When he opened his eyes the next day, Wen Yiyan's movements hadn't changed.

He scratched his head and scratched his head with two business cards, one was kindly provided by Min Xian, and the other was generously given by Ms. Ye Feiyun. Which director's crew did he go to?so tangled.

——Sao Nian, you are really brazen!Is the production team where you want to go, and you can go if you want to go?How dare you pick and choose!

In the end, based on the principle of proximity—the principle of being monitored by Ms. Ye Feiyun nearby, Sao Nian still dialed the phone number provided by Ms. Ye Feiyun.

"Hi, hello, is this Mr. Harry Lu Yale?"

"Hello, who are you?" The other party's voice was hoarse, and he was a polite man.

Wen Yiyan explained the purpose of coming - the crew is still short of people, he is missing a role, let's see if we can join forces.Of course, his statement is not so straightforward and deadly.

Director Harry was silent for a moment, and announced the name of a place, saying that it would be better to hurry up, and there happened to be a character in hand, and Wen Yiyan could come to the mirror.

Wen Yiyan set off.

O mirror!He's so big he hasn't tried a mirror yet!He has always been assigned by default!Just like seeing a new toy, Wen Yiyan looked forward to trying it out.

Harry Lu Yale is a super director, he has shot no less than ten super movies, each of which can be called a classic among classics, and is a model for other directors to learn from.

This is an unattainable height in the director's line, and it is hard to match the distance!

What's more worth mentioning is that this director is of Chinese-American mixed race. Just looking at his name, you can tell that his mother's surname is Lu, and she is an authentic Chinese woman.Such pedigree led to director harry lu yale's preference for Chinese elements.

When he came to the set, the staff was busy in an orderly manner, Wen Yiyan went straight to a radiant, lean old man with a mustache.

That's right, Director Harry is already in his sixties. Doesn't it take time to achieve such a great achievement?Even though he looks like he's only in his early fifties.

Director Harry looked solemnly, looked Wen Yiyan from top to bottom, and then stretched out his hand to express his welcome.After Wen Yiyan signed the confidentiality agreement, director Harry handed over part of the script to Wen Yiyan, saying that he could keep it for the final view.

Wen Yiyan felt a little guilty, only giving a small part of the script meant a few meanings, the interpretation of the characters needs to be combined with the whole play, otherwise the characters would not be full and real enough, and even the result of taking the meaning out of context would make the actors laugh.

However, after taking over the script, I can't tolerate myself retreating!

Wen Yiyan carefully chewed up the plot in his hands and swallowed it. In his eyes, the plot was like this, as follows:

Male pig feet from foreign countries wandered through Europe in the Middle Ages with a tow bottle. After experiencing various hardships, including poverty, war, and the threat of the Black Death, they are about to reach their destination - the capital of the Holy Roman Empire of the German nation.

A fanatical Christian dressed himself up as a crusader, holding a sharp axe, and his eyes revealed frightening madness.

The lunatic raised his ax and said: Come on, die for jihad, and I will be rewarded by going to heaven!

The pig's foot prawn's thigh was tightly hugged by the oil bottle, and he didn't have time to stop the oil bottle's yelling.The oil bottle said: The holy war ended 100 years ago, and the kingdom of heaven no longer accepts crusaders!

The lunatic danced wildly with an axe: No, no!His Excellency the Pope is the Son of God, the earthly messenger of God the Father, and what he says is the truth!

The lunatic and the prawn fought for three hundred rounds, and no one could do anything to the other.

The slaves who heard the movement swarmed out, shouting: Catch them!Catch them all!Invite His Majesty the king with the corpses of these Jews!You will definitely be able to eat warm white bread today!

While resisting the attack of the crowd, Da Xia covered Tuoyouping and ran quickly.

The prawn asked the oil bottle: Do you remember your way home?

The oil bottle shook his head.

Prawn is helpless: Stupid to death!Just go west!Go all the way west!Remember to look for St. Vitus Church!

St. Vitus Church is located in Prague, the royal city of the Czech Republic. It was the most iconic building in the capital of the Holy Roman Empire under the rule of Charles IV at that time.

Tuoyouping resolutely denied: I don't!

Da Xia didn't have time to pay attention to him, he tied him to the back of a sheep, poked the sheep's butt with the big sword, and the oil bottle was carried away from everyone's sight quickly.

……

The oil bottle cursed: Damn it!Leave me alone again!Don't go to any small Holy Roman country!

Suddenly someone patted the top of his head, and Tuo Youping turned his head in surprise, and it turned out that it was Da Xia who came back to look for him.

Prawn took Tuyouping's hand: let's go, let's go west!

Tuyouping's eyes were full of brilliance, which didn't match his sallow and thin face. He hesitated: we won't go to the west, let's go east, to your house!

Da Xia smiled and said: No, you can't even offer an apple as a door-to-door gift, so why don't you come to my house?

Moaning in frustration, I began to look forward again: What is your hometown like?Pretty?

Prawn: Beautiful!

Oil bottle: more beautiful than Prague?

Prawn: Much more beautiful than Prague.

Oil bottle: ... what it looks like, I want to know.

Prawn: Tsk, this hero has already said it many times!

Then I started to tell stories about my hometown again and again—the Mongol Tartars are still lingering, but this is of no use, and the Han people will soon rule the world... When I return to my hometown, I will be a new generation of martial arts leaders... His My hometown is on a small island, where a hundred flowers bloom in spring, cicadas scream in summer, golden wheat fields in autumn, and snow in winter...

He told over and over again the hometown he had never been to, the beautiful place called Sangzi... His expression was so joyful and satisfied, as if he had already stepped on the land of his hometown.

Two people, one big and one small, walked towards the setting sun, their backs were gradually blurred, but a clear "blood road" became more and more visible, which was the disappearing life of prawns...