What to do when you dress like an idol [Entertainment]

Lin Jingyang made an appointment with Qin Gang on this Saturday. Before the visit, Si Bei was like an old father preparing a door-to-door gift for his son who went to his parents-in-law's house for the first time. He carefully selected the gifts for Lin Jingyang to visit Qin Gang.

Seeing that Si Bei was busy inquiring about Qin Gang's preferences, Lin Jingyang called Lu Yang.

"Hello?" On the other end of the phone, Lu Yang's voice was a little hoarse.

"Do you have a cold?" Lin Jingyang asked.

There was a pause: "No, I just woke up."

Lin Jingyang glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it is now four o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Yang probably has an irregular schedule, Lin Jingyang said helplessly: "You stayed up all night last night."

Lu Yang hummed, his nasal voice seemed a little heavy: "I stayed up late and read the script."

"Are you going to make a new drama?" Lin Jingyang asked.

"Well, I happen to have a copy of the movie, which is not bad." Lu Yang said, and he changed the topic: "Why are you calling?"

"Oh, that's right, I made an appointment with Teacher Qin Gang this week, and I'm preparing a gift for the door-to-door. I want to ask you what he likes?" Lin Jingyang said.

"Well... There is no special preference. If I have to say it, his biggest hobby should be eating." Lu Yang replied.

"Eat?" Lin Jingyang was taken aback by this unique preference, ignoring Lu Yang's slightly familiar tone when talking about Tan Gang.

"Yes." Lu Yang said: "He likes to eat very much, but his mouth is very picky."

"Are you picky..." Lin Jingyang murmured while holding the phone.

"Don't worry too much about what to give, he won't embarrass you with these little things." Lu Yang explained.

"I see." Lin Jingyang said, he already had a plan in mind.

Lu Yang hummed: "Is there anything else?"

"Nothing."

The two on the phone were silent for a few seconds, Lu Yang said: "Then, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Lin Jingyang said, after a pause, he shouted again: "Well, don't stay up all night, really, this is overdrawing your health."

Lu Yang over there chuckled twice, the laughter was a bit hoarse, and coughed twice with a smile: "Got it."

Lin Jingyang frowned slightly and hung up the phone, he always felt that Lu Yang's condition was not very good.

I must still have a cold, right?

Lin Jingyang planned to send another WeChat message to Lu Yang tomorrow to ask about the situation.

Lin Jingyang told Si Bei the news that Tan Gang's greatest hobby was eating. Si Bei was finally relieved, but then became a little worried. Although he knew about Qin Gang's hobby, it was hard to start.

The things I eat are not like other things, such as tea, calligraphy and paintings, and antiques, which are more elegant to give.

Besides, Tan Gang is a very picky person, if he doesn't like it, it will be self-defeating.

Si Bei clapped his hands, and finally decided: "Then let's bring some snacks, and prepare a good tea."

He is planning to ask someone to pack and buy all the famous pastries in the city, and then he will choose the right one from them.

Lin Jingyang shook her head: "I have already decided what to give."

Si Bei looked at Lin Jingyang: "What?"

Lin Jingyang said: "It's also a pastry." He paused: "It's just that I made it myself."

Si Bei was taken aback: "You do it yourself?"

Lin Jingyang hummed.

Si Bei pondered for a while and said, "People like Qin Gang's age probably don't like those Western-style pastries very much."

Lin Jingyang shook her head: "I want to make Chinese pastries."

Si Bei was taken aback: "You still do this?"

Lin Jingyang explained: "Well, my grandfather likes to eat pastries, so I learned how to make them."

He knew that his grandfather liked to eat the cakes of Nanfang Pavilion, but the cakes were hard to buy, so he learned it by himself. It was also by chance that he learned it from a very famous pastry master who opened A private dim sum restaurant. The store is small and well hidden, but the business is very good. By chance, Lin Jingyang saved his grandson who was almost in a car accident. They saw him and said that he only made it for his grandpa, and they missed him a lot. Filial piety taught him a few styles.

Later, the pastry master went abroad with his family, and this craft was lost in China.

Si Bei knew that Lin Jingyang's parents had passed away, and even the old people of the two families seemed to be gone long ago. He thought it was Lin Jingyang who said that his grandfather was still there, and consciously poked Lin Jingyang's sad things. He didn't ask any more questions. He thought for a while and said: "It's okay, it's more thoughtful to make it yourself, but I'm still preparing some pastries from other homes, you can take them together."

Lin Jingyang knew that Si Bei was worried, but Si Bei also had good intentions, so she didn't refuse.

Qin Gang and Lin Jingyang made an appointment to meet at his home. Qin Gang's home was in an old-fashioned community. Although it was an old-fashioned community, it was very clean and the environment was quiet. Most of the people he saw when he walked in were old people. Lin Jingyang remembered This seems to be an old family building of the Drama Academy.

Lin Jingyang was a little surprised that a person of Qin Gang's status was in such a community, and his impression of Qin Gang changed slightly.

Most of these old people are very temperamental. They are probably retired professors from the Drama Academy. They should have brought out more stars. Seeing Lin Jingyang, these old people didn't have any special reaction.

Lin Jingyang found his home according to the address given by Qin Gang. The person who opened the door was a gray-haired, curly-haired old lady who did not look old and had a very temperament. The old lady combed her hair meticulously. The clothes were also ironed very neatly, but she was wearing an apron, with some flour on her hands, as if she was cooking, when she saw Lin Jingyang, she showed a kind smile, rubbed her hands on the apron, and greeted her. Lin Jingyang came in: "Is it Jingyang? Come, come in quickly."

Seeing what Lin Jingyang was carrying, the old lady waved her hand and said: "Hey, you are really a child, what do you bring with you when you come here?" The old lady took the things in Lin Jingyang's hand and walked towards the door Inside shouted: "Old Tan, Jingyang is here."

This old lady should be Qin Gang's wife, Xu Mingshu.

He greeted the old lady respectfully: "Mr. Xu is good."

Xu Mingshu is also a professor at the School of Drama.

Lin Jingyang changed her shoes and followed the old lady into the door. The living room was the living room. The furniture was mahogany furniture with a sense of age, and there were no expensive ornaments. In the dining room on the other side, there was a glass dining table with a wooden chopping board stacked on it. There were a few round and chubby dumplings, and next to the chopping board was a small enamel basin that Lin Jingyang hadn't seen in more than ten years, which should be filled with prepared dumpling stuffing.

All of this is not much different from the homes of most elderly people. It is simple and warm, full of fireworks, which makes Lin Jingyang relax a little.

But there is a slight difference in all these, such as this set of furniture, and the paintings hanging on the sofa, it is enough to buy another house with a much larger area than this one alone.

Another example is this delicate and meticulous old lady from head to toe, but wearing the apron she bought soy sauce and making dumplings.

He thought of an adjective.

Delicate fireworks.

Just as he was thinking about it, an old man came out of the room, with the same gray hair, wearing reading glasses, and a Chinese character face. He looked a little serious. The old man was holding a newspaper in his hand. He pushed his glasses and said to Xu Mingshu: "Old woman, I can't read this word, show me."

Xu Mingshu glared at the old man: "I'm making dumplings." She smiled at Lin Jingyang again: "Jingyang, show him."

This old man should be Qin Gang. Lin Jingyang smiled and said to Qin Gang: "Teacher, let me help you."

Qin Gang raised his eyes to look at Lin Jingyang, and handed the newspaper in his hand to Lin Jingyang. Lin Jingyang pointed to the words on the newspaper and said, "Teacher, it's the parent character, the parent character that never changes."

Qin Gang nodded, pushed his glasses again, and suddenly thought of something: "Speaking of the word "fu", the school asked me to go back to give lectures to freshmen a few years ago. After reading it as a gu, tell me, the current students..."

Xu Mingshu interrupted Tan Gang's words: "Okay, okay, you start again."

Qin Gang was not angry when Xu Mingshu interrupted him, and moved his nose: "I seem to smell something."

Xu Mingshu said: "I'm making dumplings."

Qin Gang said: "It's not this, it seems to be sweet."

Lin Jingyang said: "It should be the pastries I brought."

Seeing Tan Gang looking at him, Lin Jingyang explained: "Because I'm going to visit you, I don't know what to prepare, so I asked Lu Yang what you like."

Xu Mingshu said: "He must be saying that Lao Tan likes to eat?"

Lin Jingyang smiled and said nothing.

Tan Gang snorted, "That brat."

Lin Jingyang said again: "I don't know what you like to eat, because my grandfather likes to eat cakes from Nanfang Pavilion, so I went to buy some, and then made some myself."

Qin Gang looked at Lin Jingyang a few times and said, "Do you know how to make cakes?"

Lin Jingyang's appearance doesn't look like someone who can cook.

Lin Jingyang nodded: "Well, grandpa likes to eat, so I will learn how to make pastries."

Xu Mingshu was also a little surprised: "Young people like you are really rare."

She is pretty and knows how to make pastries, but she did it because the elders in her family liked it.

What a good boy, Xu Mingshu thought.

When Tan just walked to the table where the cakes were placed, Lin Jingyang smiled and said, "Do you want to try it?"

Qin Gang hummed, "Try it."

Lin Jingyang untied the bag, put the cakes he made in a fresh-keeping box, and put them on top of the cakes bought outside. It looked far less attractive than the delicately packaged cakes, but Qin Gang didn't look at the cakes above. Instead of dividing the pastry, pick up the crisper directly.

He opened the crisper, and a fresh and sweet smell wafted into his nostrils. A few pieces of soft, glutinous, white and tender pastries were neatly lying in the crisper. Just smelling the aroma already made people move their index fingers.

Qin Gang picked up a piece of pastry with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Sweet but not greasy, waxy but not sticky taste fills the lips and teeth.

He swallowed the pastry, took another sip of tea, and nodded: "Not bad, not bad."

Lin Jingyang just smiled and looked at Tan Gang's satisfied expression.

It was for my grandfather that I learned to make pastry at the beginning, so no matter in terms of texture or taste, he was working hard to study how to better cater to the taste of the elderly.

Now it seems that my hard work still has a little bit of good results.

Qin Gang wanted to grab another piece, but Xu Mingshu slapped it away. Xu Mingshu glared at him and said, "I'll eat later."

Xu Mingshu covered the box and took it to the kitchen. Tan Gang looked at the box reluctantly, but dared not say anything.

Lin Jingyang looked at the actions of the two old men and smiled, old boy, old boy, it is true.

After putting away the cakes, Xu Mingshu said to Qin Gang, "Take Jingyang to the study first, and I'll call you when the dumplings are finished."

Tan Gang nodded when he heard the words, and said to Lin Jingyang, "Come with me."

The study room is not big, the bookcase occupies most of the place, it is full of books, there is still a cup of unfinished tea on the desk, and there is a stack of newspapers on the desk, Qin Gang should have read the newspapers here just now.

Qin Gang asked Lin Jingyang to sit on the stool and cut straight to the point: "I took a look at your previous works before you came."

Lin Jingyang was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Tan Gang to watch Lin Jingyang's previous plays, his face suddenly turned red when he thought of Lin Jingyang's previous works.

Qin Gang said: "Your problem doesn't seem to be whether you can act well, but that you didn't seem to put your heart on acting before."

Lin Jingyang said: "I did have a bit of a joke about acting before, I apologize to you, but now I want to do it properly."

Qin Gang waved his hand: "You don't have to apologize to me for this matter, but to the audience." He paused and continued: "The first lesson I taught my students was to tell them that acting You must correct your attitude, it is not too late for you to realize it now."

Qin Gang said again: "I also read your script, yes, it is indeed a good script, I also know that Gao Hang is indeed a talented director, one of the most important characteristics of a good actor is to be able to choose a script, it seems You've already done that."

Lin Jingyang smiled wryly: "Although I picked the right script, I may not be chosen for this script."

Qin Gang looked at Lin Jingyang: "Oh?"

Lin Jingyang said: "Actually, I still have to audition."

Tan Gang pondered for a while: "So that's the case." He looked up at Tan Gang: "Since I promised Lu Yang, I will teach you well, but you also need to know that the master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual. A good actor depends on yourself."

Lin Jingyang said sincerely: "I know."

After talking with Tan Gang all morning, when Xu Mingshu came to ask him to eat, Lin Jingyang still had some thoughts.

At the dinner table, Xu Mingshu was surprised by Qin Gang's appetite today, Lin Jingyang explained: "In the pastry, there are some appetizing ingredients."

Xu Mingshu nodded: "Then teach me how to do it, too?"

When people get older, they lose their appetite, and Tan Gang's stomach problem is already an old problem. In order to let Tan Gang eat more, Xu Mingshu has been bothering him for a long time.

After dinner, Lin Jingyang offered to help Xu Mingshu wash the dishes, and Xu Mingshu gained a lot of goodwill.

By the time Lin Jingyang was about to leave, it was already dark. Qin Gang praised Lin Jingyang's well-integrated learning style, and Xu Mingshu also praised Lin Jingyang's well-behaved and sensible way.

After Lin Jingyang said goodbye to Tan Gang and Xu Mingshu, Xu Mingshu seemed to think of something again, and stopped him: "Wait, Jingyang."

Lin Jingyang looked at Xu Mingshu, Xu Mingshu said, "Is your home close to Xiao Lu's?"

Xiao Lu?

It took Lin Jingyang a while to realize that Xu Mingshu was talking about Lu Yang.

Xu Mingshu explained: "He called me this morning and asked me to take care of you, but I heard that his voice didn't seem right, he kept coughing, and his voice was very hoarse, that child, it's always been like that, no I am willing to cause trouble for others. If I ask him, he will only say nothing. I called him just now, but there is no one answering him. If you are close, can you take a look? I am really worried. .”

Lin Jingyang was taken aback, thinking of Lu Yang's anomaly yesterday.

Sure enough, is Lu Yang sick?

Are you still thinking about calling Xu Mingshu to take care of yourself when you are sick?

Lin Jingyang felt sad for a while.

He looked up at Xu Mingshu and said, "I will help you to see him."

Although he didn't know where Lu Yang lived.

Xu Mingshu heaved a sigh of relief, and went to the kitchen to take a bag of things and stuffed it into Lin Jingyang's hands: "This is the rice sauce I made. He always likes to eat it. You can bring it to him for me, can you?"

Lin Jingyang took the bag from Xu Mingshu's hand and nodded.

After Lin Jingyang said goodbye to the two, he closed the door, and when he walked down the stairs, the door opened again. It was Qin Gang. Qin Gang said: "If the kid is okay, call me."

Lin Jingyang smiled: "Okay."

But Qin Gang didn't close the door, Lin Jingyang raised his head and asked Qin Gang what else he had to do, Qin Gang said: "Next time you come, make some other snacks, make more."

Lin Jingyang laughed out loud: "Okay, no problem, I will definitely bring enough food that you like."

After walking out of the family building, Lin Jingyang called Si Bei.

"Brother, do you have Ning Tao's mobile phone number? I have something to talk to Lu Yang about."

Si Bei was a little surprised, but still gave Lin Jingyang Ning Tao's cell phone number.

When Ning Tao answered the phone, there was some noise there, as if they were recording a program. When Lin Jingyang asked about Lu Yang's situation, Ning Tao was stunned for a moment, but because Lin Jingyang's tone was really anxious, Ning Tao still explained: "I'm I have been taking other people for two days, and Lu Yang is resting at home these two days, what's wrong?"

Lin Jingyang said: "Lu Yang seems to be sick, I want to see him."

Hearing Lin Jingyang said that Lu Yang might be sick, obviously Ning Tao had guessed what was going on, obviously this was not the first time Lu Yang had been like this, although he didn't know why Lin Jingyang knew about Lu Yang's situation, but Ning Tao didn't ask any more questions, He gave Lu Yang's address to Lin Jingyang, and said: "I asked him yesterday and he said he was fine. He is always like this. He always doesn't take his body seriously. He stays up late to work when he is sick, and he always feels that something is wrong. It’s fine if you feel it, but if you don’t tell others, it will cause big problems if you procrastinate.”

Ning Tao still gave the address to Lin Jingyang, and Lin Jingyang found Lu Yang's home according to the address Ning Tao gave.

He rang the doorbell, but no one opened.

Lin Jingyang frowned and rang the doorbell a few more times.

Still no one opened.

He stood outside the door and waited for a while, finally took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

No one answered, but Lin Jingyang did not give up and called several times in succession.

After calling for the fourth time, someone over there finally got through.

"Hey?"

The voice sounded muffled, nasal, and hoarse, as if it had just woken up from sleep, and it sounded tired, with a hint of defenseless confusion.

"Lu Yang, I'm at your door, open the door."

The author has something to say:

Goldfinger is that big, hee hee.

Next chapter I'm going to start selling sugar