lips and teeth play

After spending time together day and night during this period, Yan Chao was almost immune to Zhou Chenyu. He stretched out his hand expressionlessly and pushed him away: "Master, I don't have such a strange habit."

The two were talking and laughing, and before they knew it, they came to the gate of Zhou's house.

Zhou Chenyu rang the doorbell, and the aunt came to open the door. Seeing him, she asked kindly and naturally, "Master is back?"

Zhou Chenyu smiled and said, "Hello, Auntie, thank you for your hard work."

Yan Chao looked at their gesture of greeting, coupled with the background of the surrounding environment, no matter how he looked at it, he could feel a trace of the atmosphere of a feudal family in the old society.

The two entered the gate of the yard, and went straight to the front of the main house, but the person who came out to open the door surprised them both slightly.

Zhou Chenyu's elder brother, Wei Chenxuan, the most popular pillar of Dongning Garden at the moment.

When Wei Chenxuan saw them, he immediately showed a warm smile, and said into the room: "Xiaoyu is back."

A neutral voice came from inside the room: "You brat still knows to come back?"

Wei Chenxuan let the two of them in, and said, "He still has guests with him."

Mr. Zhou Yinchun was lying on a grand teacher's chair. He was more than seventy years old, his hair was all white, and he was wearing plain old clothes. Although his expression was light, there was an aura of calmness and prestige around him.

Seeing Yan Chao coming, the old man slowly stood up from the chair: "Xiao Yan is here?"

Yan Chao hurriedly said, "Hi, old sir, please sit down quickly."

Zhou Maoqin was not at home, but there was another person in the room, it was Wei Chenxuan's father, Zhou Chenyu's uncle, Wei Maolin.

After Yan Chao greeted them, several people sat down in the huge living room.

Zhou Yinchun looked at him and smiled kindly: "It's really not easy for a brat to have such a polite friend like you."

Zhou Chenyu sighed: "Save me some face."

Yan Chao smiled and said, "Thanks to the old man for his compliment."

Wei Maolin glanced at them, tut-tsk said: "Xiaoyu is also doing well now, and all he knows are prominent figures in the entertainment industry."

Wei Chenxuan also said: "Isn't that so, your new variety show, "The Second Role", everyone around me is watching it."

If this is said in other people's mouths, it will be regarded as hypocritical flattery at best.But for some reason, ever since he knew the story of Dongningyuan and Xiaqingyuan's undercurrents, Yan Chao now hears these words in his ears, and he always feels that what he hears is yin and yang.

Wei Maolin also said: "Those of us who talk about cross talk are low-level, we still have to rely on the support of media people like Mr. Xiaoyan."

Yan Chao nodded and said, "Teacher Wei was joking. Who doesn't know that Liao Fengxuan's seniors are all well-known performing artists, so how can I be an outsider? I'm just an amateur and Zhou Chenyu listens to cross talk and learns about traditional culture. "

Wei Chenxuan said with a smile: "Xia Yuan'er has been amazing in the past two years. There is an actor in the front foot, and a new variety show in the back foot. No wonder it is getting more and more popular now, it is hard to get a ticket."

Wei Maolin said: "It all depends on the young and promising young master. You who are senior brothers should learn a little from Xiaoyu."

The two sang together, held each other and teased, which made Yan Chao's body get goosebumps.

Zhou Chenyu didn't have any expression on his face, he was used to it presumably, he grinned grinningly: "Brothers are diligent in their skills, and I'm a stinking hooligan, so don't tease me, everything is good for our Liaofengxuan."

"That's hard to say," Wei Chenxuan smiled, "Nowadays, the young people on the Internet only know about Xia Qingyuan, but not Liaofengxuan."

Wei Maolin's face darkened: "How do you talk?"

As he said that, he looked at Zhou Chenyu again: "But Xiaoyu, it's a good thing that we are popular with young people, but if you are engaged in the gaudy stuff of the entertainment industry all day long, then it is not our old profession to talk about cross talk. If you have time, you still have to sink your heart and study it with great concentration, but you can’t just chase the end.”

Wei Maolin said that he didn't understand young people, but when he beat Zhou Chenyu, it was not too different from scolding on the Internet.

As an outsider, Yan Chao heard these words, but somehow felt a little uncomfortable.

He couldn't help thinking in his heart, during the time he knew Zhou Chenyu, he didn't feel that he was neglecting everything, why Wei Maolin didn't see him all year round, so he knew that he had lost his career?

Zhou Chenyu nodded, and said humbly: "Uncle Master taught me the lesson."

Although Yan Chao watched them calmly from the sidelines, in any case, as an outsider, he could at most feel the subtle atmosphere between the three of them, and he couldn't get in the conversation.

What's interesting is that Mr. Zhou Yinchun didn't say a word during this process, but just quietly watched them come and go here, and the dark tide surged.

After chatting a few more gossips, Wei Maolin and Wei Chenxuan stood up and said to Zhou Yinchun: "It's getting late, I'll visit you another day when I'm free."

After the two left, there were only three of them left in the living room, and the atmosphere cooled down a lot for a while.

Mr. Zhou finally opened his mouth and said, "I heard that you are recording a program recently?"

Zhou Chenyu agreed: "I have a lot to do with cross talk, so why didn't I take Xiaoyan to the garden?"

Zhou Yinchun nodded, and asked again: "Xiao Yan, during the past two days with Zhou Chenyu, do you have any opinion on our Liaofengxuan?"

Yan Chao didn't expect the old man to ask himself this question so directly, he was stunned for half a second, and then smiled generously: "Masters of Quyi with a century of history, this name is well-known everywhere, what other opinions can I have? "

Zhou Yinchun smiled with interest, but didn't make things difficult for him anymore, and changed the subject: "It's quite novel that your TV station can think of making a show with cross talk actors."

Yan Chao was embarrassed to say that at that time there was really no other way, so he temporarily asked Zhou Chenyu to come to the rescue.

He was even more embarrassed to say that more than half a month ago, he thought that cross talk was something old men listened to.

Zhou Yinchun asked again: "But these young people who watch variety shows, can they really understand cross talk? In the end, it's better to watch the fun."

"Look at what you said, isn't cross talk supposed to be a fun show?" Zhou Chenyu said with a smile, "Besides, it was just to watch the fun at first, but in the process, maybe I fell in love with traditional folk art? There is always something wrong with everything. It’s a gradual process, why don’t young people have the right to listen to cross talk?”

Zhou Yinchun still smiled lightly, noncommittal.

For a long time, Yan Chao was a little confused about Liao Fengxuan's attitude towards Zhou Chenyu's appearance on the show.

When he listened to gossip from people on the stage before, he said that Liao Fengxuan didn't seem to encourage him to tinker with these "fancy things", but he couldn't bear Zhou Maoqin's love for Zhou Chenyu, and because of He Chenfeng going out to film, he always felt I treated him badly, and this time I got the chance, I quickly added him to the "Second Role" program group.

But in the final analysis, Liao Fengxuan was the one who really made the big idea. Yan Chao was inevitably worried that Zhou Yinchun, an old artist with traditional thinking, would not be able to accept their program format.

Zhou Yinchun was willing to invite him to Zhou's house today, which meant that he was not opposed to this program, but judging from what he said to Zhou Chenyu just now, it was obvious that he didn't support it much either.

Zhou Yinchun glanced at Zhou Chenyu indifferently, and said: "Don't I understand your temperament? Your uncle just beat you, and you said you remembered it, so you must not be convinced in your heart. Then I will continue to beat you, you What the uncle said is rough and reasonable, you can't forget about this just because you go to these things all day long."

Zhou Chenyu sighed helplessly: "He doesn't know me, don't you know me? He Chenfeng has been popular for so many years, do you think we have floated together?"

Zhou Yinchun smiled: "He Chenfeng, I'm relieved, but you can't tell. It's because I watched you grow up as a child. I know that your child is the most unpredictable, otherwise you wouldn't even play. I can't sing anymore."

Zhou Chenyu was still laughing and joking, but when he heard his words, he sank instantly, and a trace of complex emotions different from the past flashed across his face.

Yan Chao suddenly remembered that the last time they recorded a variety show together, Zhou Shuangshuang mentioned that when his master taught Zhou Chenyu how to sing when he was a child, the same unusual expression flashed across his face.

Before he could think about it carefully, he saw Zhou Chenyu raised his head, with a usual smile on his face: "I'm not an idiot anymore, you always keep your heart in your belly."

Yan Chao once again became very curious about Zhou Chenyu's unspeakable past. He couldn't help looking at Zhou Chenyu with searching eyes, but he saw Zhou Chenyu smiling obediently at Zhou Yinchun, and said, "It's getting late, you should come early too." Rest."

After leaving the gate of Zhou's house, the two involuntarily let out a long sigh of relief, and were amused by this amazing synchronization, and then they looked at each other and smiled.

Zhou Chenyu asked: "Do you also feel that the atmosphere in our house is very depressing?"

On the surface, they are joking and joking, and they are friendly, but in private, the two gardens are already fighting against each other, refusing to give in to each other.

Undercurrents are raging among the brothers of the Mao generation, fighting for power and profit, and the next generation will naturally not get better among the juniors.

Yan Chao couldn't help asking: "You guys are like this, does the old man know?"

"He is such a shrewd person, can he not see some clues?" Zhou Chenyu sighed, "But what's the use of knowing? People's hearts are separated by belly, and they can't be tied together by tying them together. The troupe in the past , In the big family, these things are indispensable, and they have come here for generations. Now the two sides live in peace and maintain a superficial harmony, which is already very good. "

After listening to his words, Yan Chao couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

As a person in the workplace and in the entertainment industry, although Yan Chao is young, he can be considered a fine individual.

On a big scale, various stars and companies in the circle are full of disputes over interests and resources; on a small scale, he has more or less seen the worldly relationships of various departments, program groups, and superiors and subordinates in the TV station.

In the final analysis, the workplace is still cold and without warmth, but folk art masters like Liao Fengxuan have inherited the master-apprentice system from ancient times to the present, and are more or less related to each other. It can be said that they are closer to each other than relatives Relationship.

But the more such a relationship is, when it is threatened by real interests, it will show its humanity more nakedly.

It can be righteousness at the forefront, with both ribs and knives, such as Zhou Chenyu's treatment of He Chenfeng; it can be compassionate and kind, such as Zhou Maoqin's treatment of Xia Qingyuan's children; but it can also be open and secret, drifting away, such as today Dongning Garden and Xiaqing Garden.

There is no such thing as noble or base, after all, it is just human nature.

It's just that what Yan Chao didn't expect was that in such an era, he would still have the opportunity to meet such a simple but transparent person as Zhou Chenyu.Born in the city, but he has an indelible sense of loyalty; he knows everything, but he still lives a chic and wanton life.

All of a sudden, the night in the capital city had already fallen, the surroundings were dark, and the lights were just beginning to come on.

Zhou Chenyu was looking down at the phone, not knowing what he was looking at, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled into a light arc.

Yan Chao involuntarily looked at the good-looking man with downcast eyes and a smile in front of him, and felt that his handsome eyebrows and eyes were stained with innumerable charms by the hazy night.

Just as he was fascinated, Zhou Chenyu suddenly raised his eyes and looked straight at him.

The sudden look in his eyes, as excited as a deer jumping in the forest, hit Yan Chao's heart in an instant, knocking his already somewhat confused thoughts to pieces.

It was rare for Yan Chao to look away in a panic, but it was probably because the night was dark and Zhou Chenyu didn't notice that he was unusual at the moment.

He waved his phone at Yan Chao, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Young Mistress, we are on the hot search again."