My Goddess is Xueba [Entertainment]

The girl pursed her lips, looking a little tangled, she didn't speak or move.

The uncle seemed to suddenly gain confidence, and accused: "Look, you are lazy at a young age, let the old man stand, but you can sit happily!"

The girl seemed to be struggling for a while, she stood up slowly while holding on to the armrest, and moved to the outside of the seat.

"Grandpa, please sit down."

The old man who wanted to give up his seat earlier waved his hand: "You sit down."

The girl insisted: "Grandpa, please sit down. The old man is right. There are still old people standing. I really shouldn't be sitting."

Grandpa had no choice but to slowly move to the seat and sit down. This time, no one interrupted.

The girl who gave up the seat looked like she was in her early twenties. She put the earphones in her pocket in a hurry, and stood on the pillars, but she was not so stable. Whenever the car changed direction and speed, the girl would shake.

A few old people came up at the next stop, Shen Siwei saw that both Ran Di and the girl were standing, she was not convinced, and actively gave way to the new old people, so the three girls crowded together and stood.

The girl who gave up her seat before got off the bus at the stop before the two of them. When she got out of the car, she held on to the door and went down cautiously. The people behind who were eager to get off scolded impatiently. The girl apologized repeatedly and almost fell down.

When the bus closed, Ran Peng clearly saw that the girl limped away with her bag on her back.

In the car, the uncle and the aunt were still complaining to the square dancing partners around them about the ignorance of young people nowadays, but Ran Biao watched the girl leave in silence.

The stop just now was the Chinese Medicine Hospital.

So, everything can't be taken at face value, can it?Just like the elders and aunts all have respect cards for the elderly, they are the "seat givers", but whether it is the trembling old man in his 70s or this girl with a leg injury, they need this seat far more than they need.

Ran Di sighed, feeling mixed feelings for a moment.

After getting off the bus, Ran Peng and Shen Siwei walked towards the majestic modern building, with dozens of entrances and hundreds of exhibition halls, this is the top international convention and exhibition center in the country.What they were going to was the painting exhibition hall, but Ran Di, the ultimate road idiot, was dumbfounded standing at the entrance of the building.

"That...Shen Siwei, do you know where to go?" Ran Di turned over and over the guest ticket in his hand, but he didn't find where it was written which entrance they should enter.

Shen Siwei glanced at her, and said angrily: "I know, come with me."

Shen Siwei led Ran Bing into the second floor of the exhibition center through a glass staircase. All the entrances to the exhibition halls were on the second floor. The corridor was covered with red carpets, and the crowd was crowded looking for the entrance they were going to.

Ran Di looked at Shen Siwei looking around, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Shen Siwei said: "It's nothing, I'll see where they are going."

Ran Di looked at the crowd and understood in his heart that most of the people had tickets in their hands, and it was enough to observe which ones were holding tickets for the painting exhibition.

After such a search, the two really found the entrance of the art exhibition. After checking the tickets, they entered the exhibition hall.

It was very hot in the exhibition hall. Ran Di took off the windbreaker he had worn in, revealing a thin sweater, which was obviously a close-fitting style, but there were still obvious gaps when Ran Di wore it, just like ordinary non-close-fitting clothes .This dress also showed Ran Bing's good figure, with a slender waist, long and well-proportioned legs, except that the chest and buttocks were not plump, and everything else was perfect.

Shen Siwei glanced at Ran Di secretly from the corner of her eye, and then looked at her breasts which were obviously better developed than Ran Di, curled the corners of her lips, and then suddenly realized.

No, why am I laughing?

Shen Siwei felt that something was wrong, so she quickly suppressed the strangeness in her heart and concentrated on watching the painting exhibition.

The quality of the art exhibition is quite high, not only the exhibition, but most of the paintings here are available for purchase at different prices.The paintings are exhibited in different sections. The place where they just entered has a labyrinth-like wall. There are scattered paintings on the wall. Most of the paintings on this side are excellent works by young painters. You can buy a work for only a few hundred yuan.

Going further back, there are special exhibitions one by one. Well-known painters have their own special small exhibition area. The art teacher of the two, who also gave them tickets, stays in a special area for French painters. When I saw them both, I called them over to say hello to the painter.

"Hello!" The art teacher greeted the French painter Michel in English, and then said to the two students in a low voice: "I can only say this sentence, you can talk about the rest."

"I am very familiar with this artist! We met yesterday!" Their off-line art teacher waved to them, and went to take pictures elsewhere, leaving the two of them in place.

So...you who can only speak a sentence of English these two days, how did you communicate with this painter?

"Hello" the handsome young French painter Michel looked at the two girls with a smile and said hello in English.

Ran Di was about to say hello in English, when he glanced at the introduction on the wall: French painter, Michel, who is good at modernism.

Suddenly, a warm feeling filled the bottom of Ran Bing's heart, and he greeted him in French: "bonjour."

Ran Di is a Chinese-French mixed race, she has [-]/[-] French blood, Ran's mother Cecilia is [-]/[-] Chinese-French mixed blood, she lived in France since she was a child, and came to China after marrying Ran's father.Every year, Ran Di follows his mother back to his hometown in France to visit. French, like Chinese, is Ran Di's mother tongue.Ran's mother stays at home all day, but she is not a housewife. She usually manages the sales of her family's French wine industry in China and Southeast Asia through the Internet.

It's just that there are not many French people in China. Ran Di rarely hears a French accent outside, but now he suddenly meets a Frenchman, and he is naturally kind.

(Because the stupid author doesn't know how to type French letters on a Chinese keyboard, the following dialogue will be displayed in Chinese.)

Michelle responded in surprise: "Hi, I'm Jean Michelle, nice to meet you!"

Ran Bing smiled and held out his hand to Michelle: "Nice to meet you, I'm Chloe Eva Caroline."

The two chatted for a few words, and the atmosphere was very good. Ran Di bought a box of bookmarks with Michelle's paintings on them, and Michelle signed his name on the bookmarks.

Shen Siwei watched the whole process.

Ran Di never deliberately emphasized that she is of Chinese-French mixed race in school, which made her always forget that this guy with a super good score in Chinese can actually speak French, and he can speak it fluently.

But Ran Di almost stole all of his limelight today, so he doesn't feel any jealousy?It's really strange.

After bidding farewell to Michelle, the two continued to wander in the painting exhibition hall, looking at this for a while, and taking pictures for a while, and harvested a lot of exquisite photos, although these photos may be stored in the mobile phone album and may never go back to look at them in a lifetime.

"Ran Di?" A surprised voice sounded behind Ran Di, and Ran Di turned to look. The man who made the sound was probably in his 20s, dressed in casual clothes of ordinary mid-to-high-end brands, with a handsome appearance, but his eyes were somewhat sinister.

Time competition?Why is he here?

Ran Di frowned, it was really not pleasant to go out to see an art exhibition and meet strange people.

"You guys know each other?" Shen Siwei pointed at Ran Bing and then at Shi Jing with a strange expression.

"I don't know." Ran Di replied bluntly, pulled Shen Siwei around and left.

Shi Jing caught up from behind: "Wait, wait, we have met a few times anyway, we have been in the same crew, okay? Why are you so rude?"

Ran Di stopped in his tracks, looked at him angrily, and kept an embarrassed yet polite smile.

"What do you want to do?"

Shi Jing looked at her with erratic eyes: "It's nothing, you're doing so well now, can you introduce me to any resources? You see, I've been doing it for so many years, and it's not easy at home, and I haven't made it out yet... ...Just introduce me to the resources, anyway, you have the support of the boss, so you won't lack these small resources, right?"

Ran Di was almost laughed out of anger again, and said: "We are not relatives, so why should I introduce resources to you? I have something else to say, so I won't talk about it, goodbye."

After speaking, she turned and left.

Some people really can't give him face, otherwise endless troubles will haunt you.

"Hey..." Shi Jing shouted from behind, but it was a pity that Ran Yang didn't want to talk to him, and he and Shen Siwei had already walked several meters quickly.

"Old memories are like a window, once you open it, it's hard to close..." Ran Di's phone rang, and Ran Di looked at the note: Sister, pick up the phone.

"Hello, ma'am?"

Ran Xiang said hastily on the phone: "Diao, I won't eat at home today at noon or evening. Mom can't get through the phone, and Dad has turned off the phone. Please remember to convey it to me, so I don't need to cook for me."

"Okay. What are you going to do? Don't miss you by then." Ran Di asked, remembering the incident of disappearance last time.

"It's nothing. Jiang had something to do when I went to the hospital."

"Shi Jiang? Well then, come back early, take your power bank with you, and don't turn off your phone."

"Yeah, okay, hang up."

"Bye-Bye."

Hanging up the phone, Ran Biao continued to walk forward, but Shi Jing behind him murmured in surprise: "Xiao Jiang? Ran Biao actually knows Xiao Jiang? It seems that I can ask Xiao Jiang to help me set up a line. very nice."

Ran Bi, who had gone far away, did not hear Shi Jing's muttering to himself.

Walking on the road, Shen Siwei tugged on Ran Bing's sleeves carefully: "Hey, who was that just now? What kind of crew, are you really going to film?"

Ran Di replied: "That's right, the one just now is called Shi Jing, I've met him a few times before, he's a very strange person, I don't want to talk to him much."

"Oh." Shen Siwei suddenly changed the subject, "What are we having for lunch today? Shall we go eat Thai food? I invite you."

"Why are you so talkative today? Could it be that you are sick?" Ran Di looked at Shen Siwei in surprise and said.

It must be sick, Shen Siwei didn't hate her today, didn't show her face, and even asked for a treat?

The two walked side by side in the exhibition hall with their own thoughts, but Ran Xiang's side was another situation.

The author has something to say: Yes, everything can’t be seen on the surface~ I used the bus to go to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine with a leg injury. I was standing all the way (because I really couldn’t see the old people without seats) and then returned home. Think of my limp (laughing and crying).Speaking of lameness, I ran with a pressure bandage in the middle school entrance examination, haha.At that time, I was really supported by the pressure bandage. When I took off the bandage, let alone run, I had to kneel when I walked.

The prompt in this chapter (the sentence in Chinese for the dialogue) is less than 150 words, so it will not be included in the fee, please rest assured~ Ran Bing’s French name is the stupid author’s own French name because the stupid author is too lazy to take it. When the stupid author draws, the signature is this name, that is, chloeevecaroline

By the way, take a look at the scarf of the stupid author~ Yanziyin chloe