Entertainment industry summer job

◎Beep, he can fly◎

"Do you think it's appropriate for me to do this at my age?"

In the nanny's car, Mel is telling Lucky about their morning adventure.Lucky brewed a glass of gynostemma and questioned Mel's idea as he sipped the rim.

"I think Chu Ranhe just wants to take Ying Ye, uncle, if you can help, it will be good for Le Chu and us."

"What does it have to do with me?" Lucky spread his hands: "I'm a farmer who is going to retire."

"That's right! Farming! Ying is also farming, you two have a common language." Mel slapped her legs, why didn't she think of farming.

So on a moonless night with few stars, Lucky somehow came to the foot of the back mountain in the west of the village.

At this time, I am very much like a pimp.

The flowers and plants are covered with night dew, shining in the dark, like stars in the sky.

The soil is fragrant and the evening breeze is faint.

"It's really beautiful and suitable for retirement."

With his hands behind his back, Lucky walked slowly through the hydrangea sea like a veteran cadre.

In front is Ying Ye's house.

The wooden lamp emits a bright but not dazzling light, enough for visitors to see the path under their feet.

Lucky knocks on the door.

"Is anyone home?"

After a while, there was a sound in the courtyard.

Ying also opened the door, Lucky raised his head, and only glanced at each other, and only ten words remained in Lucky's mind - young Confucian scholar, Kuiqi Junxiu.

Ying Ye's face was green and pristine, with a pair of majestic phoenix eyes, a pair of black pupils like pools, thick dark circles under his eyes, and distant and light eyebrows on his eyes, which added a bit of gloomy and domineering.He stared at Lucky, expressionless.These eyes are too clear, a bit too clear, the water is so clear that there are no fish, and Ying Ye's eyes are so clear that there is nothing left.

Fortunately, I feel as if I have fallen into a pool of spring water, one point is cold to the bone and nine points are cleansed and bright.

Feelings like never before.

Ling Chong is calling.

The breeze blew through the leaves and made a "rustling" sound.

stiff.

I should have an explanation for knocking on someone's door in the middle of the night.

"Hello, I am lucky..."

Lucky showed his signature smile. He always thought that with his popularity, there should be few people in China who didn't know him, but Ying was just a one in ten million exception.

"I don't know the goddess, and neither do the male gods."

Killer, out.

The continuously sunny sun made Ying very puzzled, Muxi's spring shouldn't be like this.

He looked through the old calendar and realized that today is the anniversary of his parents' death.

No sadness, no grief.

He has no memory of his parents at all.

After thinking for a while, he decided to visit his parents' graves.

When passing the painted bridge, Lucky was filming a scene on the water.

He hung the wire and stopped at a height of more than ten meters. The director gave an order, and the wire dropped sharply. Lucky held a long sword, flowing clouds and flying sleeves skimming the water, and stopped at the painting bridge. Neat and powerful.

"Okay! Pass!" Director Shen Naiqing shouted holding the horn.

-interesting.

Ying also stopped to take a second look. He likes to see people flying around, and he also wants to go to the sky.

The staff stepped forward to help Lucky adjust the rope buckle, and praised: "It's different to shoot scenes with martial arts skills."

Lucky tugged on his generous sleeves, smiled modestly, and turned his head to see Ying Ye on the shore.

— mental illness.Ying also pouted and left the shore with a face full of disgust.

A person who knocks on his door in the middle of the night claiming to be the god of luck probably has a diencephalic lesion.

Lucky's eyes are so sinister, and the expression on Ying Ye's face can be seen clearly from a long distance away.

He secretly regretted: "It's over, the pimp didn't treat it as a hostess."

The only flower shop in the village opened in the tavern of my aunt's house, selling rice and flowers.

My aunt is not at home today, and my daughter Peng Peng is watching the store.

"Hi, please wrap me a bouquet of white calla lilies and chrysanthemums."

Peng Peng put down his pen and looked up to see Ying Ye's eyes lit up instantly.

"Wait a minute." She trimmed the flowers.

"Are you Ying Ye?" Peng Peng asked.

"Huh?" Ying neither denied nor admitted.

"Recently, all the people who come to buy flowers are fans of the crew of "The Rising Clouds on the River". Fans don't know how to buy chrysanthemums. They only use chrysanthemums to go to graves. I know everyone in the village, and foreigners don't come back to visit graves, so you can only be Ying Ye."

Ying didn't answer Peng Peng's words, he glanced at the stack of books on the counter and asked, "Do you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination?"

"That's right, Dongxu University, take the exam next year, learn first."

"What direction?"

"Big Data Analytics."

"Yes, there is a prospect."

"Here, the flowers are wrapped." Peng Peng handed the bouquet to Ying Ye.

"how much is it?"

"for free."

"for free?"

Peng Peng said with a smile: "When you were young, you gave me a piece of candy. I didn't return it to you. You must not remember it. My mother said that you lost your memory. Go to the mountain to see your parents."

Ying really didn't remember.

"It is inappropriate not to pay for the things used to sweep the grave."

Peng Peng realized later: "Oh, yes, if you don't pay, I will sweep your grave. I'm sorry, sorry, twenty, you scan the code?"

"Okay, thank you."

Ying also stepped out of the store, and Peng Peng shouted from behind: "My name is Peng Peng, come to dinner tonight, I invite you to dinner."

Ying also froze for a moment, Peng Peng was the first villager who didn't look at him strangely after returning home.

The calla lily in the hand is bathed in the sun, standing gracefully.

"it is good."

Ying also doesn't like cemeteries. There has always been only one thing he fears in cemeteries—death.Here, even the fragrance that sprouts from the green shade of pines and cypresses is regarded as the cool air of life.

There are no weeds or mess in front of the parents' grave. It seems that the villagers often clean it.

He placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone and bowed three times.

"Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, I'm back but I don't remember anything, what should I do?"

A gust of wind blew by, and in the cemetery, only crows' cries of "Wow, wow" hovered in the sky, asking what the dead can ask?The answer has already been determined.

In the evening, Muxi Village, which had been busy all day, gradually became more leisurely.

The long streets and short alleys are full of smoke, and the lights are lit up one by one. Whether tourists or crew members, groups of three or four are looking for food on the street.

The wine and rice are fragrant.

Ying Ye's requirements for food are limited to satisfying the body's daily nutritional supply and ensuring the supply of physical energy, and the color, smell, and flavor are not important.If Peng Peng didn't invite him, Ying probably wouldn't have thought of going to the village for dinner.The fourth aunt was a little surprised when she saw Ying also appearing at her door.

"Are you Xiaoye?"

Seeing this, Peng Peng stepped forward to smooth things over: "Mom, I told Ying Ye in the morning to invite him to dinner tonight."

"Ah, that's it, everyone is here, find a place to sit."

There are quite a lot of customers in the tavern now, the fourth aunt is not easy to get angry, so she gave Peng Peng a look - why did you provoke him.

Peng Peng didn't take it seriously, and led Ying to find an empty seat to sit down.

"Um... what do you want to eat?"

"I..." The menu dazzled.

"Guess you don't know, how about I order for you, eat blind?"

"Okay." Save yourself the trouble.

As luck would have it, saving one trouble caused another.

The third male lead of the crew of "The Guest on the River", named Lin Qiao, is the nephew of Chu Ran and his sister-in-law's family.Chu Ranhe didn't want him to join the group, and couldn't resist his wife's constant blowing pillow wind.After Lin Qiao joined the group, Chu Ranhe repeatedly told him not to cause trouble.Lin Qiao responded very well, "Uncle, don't worry, I joined the crew purely for study and exercise, and I will be absolutely obedient and follow the director's arrangement."However, as soon as Chu Ranhe left Muxi, Lin Qiao immediately revealed his true colors.

After drinking for three rounds, Lin Qiao got drunk and started to make trouble at the dinner table. She grabbed Peng Peng's hand and asked her to sing Huangmei Opera: "Little sister, the beauty sings one, you sing one, brother will take you out of the poor village, what's the matter?" Okay, you are poor and poor, follow me, brother will take you to eat delicious food, do you want Gucci, do you want Dior..."

"Let go." Peng Peng wanted to break free from Lin Qiao, but how much strength can a little girl have.

The six bodyguards led by Lin Qiao were so aggressive that the onlookers did not dare to step forward to help.

Lucky, Mel, Jiang Yimi, and Pan Lin were sitting on the second floor of the opposite restaurant, and they could see everything clearly.

Xiaomi said with a heavy face, "No, I want to call Director Shen and ask him to come over quickly."

"You let me go!"

"Sing one~"

"Otherwise I'll sing one for you?" A hand with strong knuckles grabbed Lin Qiao's wrist, Peng Peng took the opportunity to break away from Lin Qiao, and turned his head to see Ying Ying

and also.

Ying Ye didn't have much strength in his hands, and his hands were not strong, but his five fingers pinched between Lin Qiao's bone fascia, and the feeling was worse than breaking a bone.

"Hey, it hurts, it hurts!" Lin Qiao yelled in pain, "You guys! Why are you standing still! Hit me." A bodyguard rushed in front of Ying Ye, raised his arm and pressed his elbow to him. Falling to the ground, the movement was so fast and ruthless that no one had time to blink.

"Hoo!" Pan Lin almost applauded.

"Sure, what is Ying Ye's background?" Mel couldn't help praising.

Lucky picked up two bracken and put it in his mouth, chewed slowly, watching the play with relish.

Ying also started a fight as soon as he made a move.One-on-six, the opponents are all professional bodyguards, all of them are not bad at skills, and even Ying can't get the upper hand, and has no advantage.Peng Peng stomped her feet anxiously. She wanted to call the police but didn't dare. The production crew is the village's God of Wealth. How dare she mess with it?

Passers-by dodge, for fear of being accidentally hit and beaten.

Ying was also forced to stand next to a big tree with a crooked neck in the corner.

"Fight, keep fighting, don't you want to be a hero to save the beauty? Bah, I really think of myself as a hero, shameless, let's see who will dare to help you?" Lin Qiao sat on a stool beside him, holding a toothpick in his mouth. Erlang legs, contempt and sarcasm inside and outside the words.

Unexpectedly, Ying also kicked the tree trunk obliquely, leaped into the air, and a kite turned over and landed on the roof!

"Fog!"

"fertile*!"

"Depend on!"

Facts have proved that people are more inclined to spit out fragrance when they are shocked.Even cultural figures such as Lucky and Jiang Yimi are no exception.

Everyone was horrified, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Pan Lin jumped up and shouted, "Damn it! He can fly!"

Ying also picked up the blue tile and threw it at Lin Qiao and his group. The shot was steady and sharp, and Lin Qiao and others were all knocked to the ground before they could recover.Ying also slid down from the roof with the crooked neck tree.He walked to Lin Qiao's side, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his cold and phoenix eyes.

Lin Qiao trembled from being stared at.

Rumors are on the back.

"Lin Qiao!"

Shen Naiqing received a call from Jiang Yimi and ran all the way.I knew that Lin Qiao was troublesome, so how could I shoot my own drama if something happened!

Facing Shen Naiqing's scolding, Lin Qiao lay down on the ground and cried bitterly, like a slut: "Wow, I want to go home and tell my uncle!"

A farce ended, and Lin Qiao was sneaked back to the hotel by Shen Naiqing.Peng Peng and the fourth aunt who heard the sound came out of the kitchen also thanked Ying very much, and Ying also felt that it was a pity that a table of good dishes was wasted.

"Amazing plus." Pan Hai felt like he had watched a blockbuster real-time action movie.

Jiang Yimi took out the PAD and quickly recorded his creative sparks.

Lucky got up and hurried downstairs.

When Mel realized that she was lucky enough to run to the street, she leaned over the railing and shouted at the street, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Put away the thermos for me!" Lucky said without a trace.

"No, me, what a mess!" Mel was in a mess.

The author says:

Ah~ Finally we meet, my slow progress~