The gold master is my diehard fan

Song Qingwen has been here for the third day after filming the advertisement, and it is rare to be able to go out for a walk.

Now that June is approaching, the weather is already unbelievably hot.

I heard that there is a street not far from here, which specializes in selling some cheap handmade trinkets. Although they are cheap, they are not cheap, because they are all handmade and require care.So outsiders will definitely buy some to take back as souvenirs.

Song Qingwen thought that he was not well-known, and there was no need to be fully armed when going out, so he put on a large T-shirt and shorts, and stepped out in slippers.

The day before, I had a discussion with Xiaoyun, and she was already waiting at the door. When she saw the person pushing the door, An Xiaoyun's pupils dilated in shock: "Qingwen, you are an entertainer, so you go out like this?"

Song Qingwen looked himself up and down, it's okay!Yesterday's shoes rubbed my feet, so I can only walk in slippers and walk comfortably.

"Let's go, it's only two streets away, we can just walk there."

Song Qingwen took a step first, An Xiaoyun hurriedly followed, the difference between men and women was revealed at this time, Song Qingwen walked unhurriedly, but An Xiaoyun had to trot to keep up.

Realizing this, Song Qingwen slowed down and took the bag in her hand: "Xiaoyun, your legs are so short."

After all, Song Qingwen couldn't help laughing, and An Xiaoyun at the side gave him a blank look, turning his head and not wanting to talk to him.

Fortunately, it rained last night, and it didn't stop until after [-]:[-] in the morning, so today is much cooler and humid than usual.

The text message on the mobile phone rang, and Song Qingwen took out the mobile phone from the pocket of the knee-length trousers while walking, and saw the text message from Liang Sheng:

[Today’s weather in Yuancheng: the minimum temperature is 20°C, the maximum temperature is 35°C, and the precipitation rate is 65%. Remember to bring an umbrella when you go out.Also, I miss you. 】

Song Qingwen stopped involuntarily, and smiled lightly, what the hell is Liang Sheng doing?Although bewildered, I have to admit that I was moved.

He replied with a good word, put away his phone, looked up and saw a convenience store in front of him, ignored Xiaoyun's suspicious eyes, and walked in quickly.

He smiled at the girl at the counter: "Buy an umbrella, thank you."

The girl at the counter watched him smile at her, two blushes unconsciously rose on her cheeks, and she responded softly: "Okay."

After taking the umbrella, Song Qingwen went out. An Xiaoyun was puzzled when he saw the folding umbrella in his hand: "It rained just last night and the sun came out. What kind of umbrella did you buy?"

"Be prepared." He clenched his umbrella tightly and continued to walk forward. The air after the rain was exceptionally fresh. The sun was rising, and a ray of sunlight was shining on the Qingshi Street not far away. The sound of birds chirping added a bit of excitement to this street with few pedestrians.Everything was beautiful this morning.

Walking to the street where things are sold, small stalls are neatly lined up on both sides of the whole road. When Song Qingwen walked in, he felt as if he accidentally broke into another era.

The pure voice of hawking, and the products for sale hanging on the shelves, this scene has only been seen in costume TV dramas.

Different from the inaccessible streets in front, this place is full of people, even some western faces, presumably they came here for the name.

Xiaoyun tugged at the corner of his clothes, pointed at the sachet beside him: "Look at this, it's so beautifully embroidered."

The girl who sold things smiled and introduced: "This is Long embroidery, and the fragrance is also ancient and pure and natural. Do you want to buy it?"

Song Qingwen glanced at the dazzling array of sachets. Maybe men and women like different things, so he wasn't very interested, but seeing the sincere introduction, he was embarrassed to walk away: "Buy two."

An Xiaoyun picked two, one embroidered with bamboo leaves and one embroidered with plum blossoms, paid the money, and continued walking.

Along this street, I bought a few more small things. Song Qingwen found a stall selling snacks, small tables and chairs in the open air, sitting here, surrounded by people.

An Xiaoyun was a little surprised. Although she had been with him for so long, she really didn't expect him to be able to sit on a street stall like no one else. It didn't have any other meaning, but she couldn't imagine that an artist would do this.

The process of waiting for the meal was very boring. Song Qingwen was fiddling with the things he had just bought, and he sighed in his heart. In fact, there are many classical crafts that few people are willing to pass on. Therefore, it is a pity that the handed down crafts are slowly being lost.

For example, I used to like watching grandma weaving bamboo baskets, but now few people spend time and energy doing this kind of thing.

"Qingwen, what are you thinking? Here we come."

An Xiaoyun broke open the chopsticks and handed them to him. Song Qingwen thanked him and started eating with the noodles.

On the way back, halfway through, it suddenly started to rain. Song Qingwen raised an eyebrow at An Xiaoyun triumphantly, and opened the umbrella he bought when he came.

Going back in the afternoon, it was already around [-]:[-] on the set, Song Qingwen immediately went to say hello to Luo Wen, and wanted to give Luo Wen the tea set he had picked in Yuancheng.

Luo Wen was eating in the temporary shed at the moment, when he saw Song Qingwen, he pointed to the chair beside him with his chopsticks, motioning him to sit down.

Song Qingwen was not polite either. He sat down and put down the box that packed the tea set: "I bought it there. It's very cheap, so it's not considered a bribe."

He smiled and opened his mouth. Luo Wen glanced at him and thought it was funny that he looked so cheap: "Are you tired? Now that you are back, I want to advance the scene of assassinating the emperor."

"it is good."

"Because it is expected to premiere in mid-July, I have been rushing to catch up with the schedule. In order to spare time in the later period, we rejected the plan to shoot one episode and broadcast one episode. The arrangement is to shoot half of it first, and then make appropriate changes based on audience feedback. Therefore, the file is finalized. It was postponed for two months and the shooting progress was accelerated, thank you for your hard work."

Luo Wen looked at Song Qingwen and scratched his head in embarrassment. This appearance didn't look like a person in his 50s, which made Song Qingwen think of a topic he saw spontaneously from a netizen before, "the most handsome director in his youth".

At that time, I clicked in out of curiosity, and saw that the first place was Luo Wen. The photo was a long time ago, and it had a sense of age, but without the blessing of the filter, it was very real.At that time, I was also a little surprised. Luo Wen was very handsome at that time, and if he was in the entertainment industry, his appearance would be more than enough.

In the photo, he looks very immature, with three-dimensional facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a bit of a mixed race feeling. He wears a hat and looks refined.

Luo Wen noticed Song Qingwen's absent-mindedness, and gently pushed him: "Why are you in a daze?"

"It's nothing, I just think of your previous photos, you are very handsome."

Song Qingwen looked at Luo Wen with some regret. His appearance has long since disappeared from his previous appearance. He is over 50 years old with a lot of gray hair, skinny, with a beard, wrapped in long sleeves in hot weather, sometimes rigid Wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses, it seems that those glasses are very important, every time he wipes them carefully before putting them away.

Luo Wen chuckled, and waved his hands: "Oh, I experienced a fire that year, and my body was severely burned. I lay in the hospital for several years, and almost died."

He rolled up his sleeves, his arms were covered with hideous burn marks, Song Qingwen took a breath, he really didn't know about this, how strong Luo Wen must be to show himself the wounds with a smile.

Seeing his shocked look, Luo Wen lowered his eyes, a little frustrated: "Actually, I thought it was good to die in that fire. Even now, I think so."

His tone was calm, but what he said was unquestionable sincerity.

"No, although I don't know why you have such an idea, but no matter what happens, it is not qualified as a reason for you to give up your existence."

Song Qingwen categorically refuted him, with sadness in his eyes, he thought of his mother, she had always been in pain, but she was still working hard to live, in his impression, she was really strong.

Luo Wen smiled and didn't say anything else. People think differently, so there's no right or wrong. As long as you recognize it, it's the truth.