After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

It's a pity that this short-lived warmth comes and goes quickly.

Accompanied by Mrs. Hu's hearty voice: "Oh, where are you?"

The radiant, romantic and warm phantom is like a pool of spring water being disturbed by mischievous stones, with water droplets splashing and rippling.

They looked at each other, then lowered their heads and looked away awkwardly.

"Is dinner ready?" Feng Yun asked.

"That's not it," Mrs. Hu said with a smile, ""Your mother was just saying, why did you two disappear in the blink of an eye? "

Feng Yun said to Ning An: "Let's go, let me show you Mrs. Hu's handicraft, it's very good."

The two walked into the restaurant one after another, and faintly heard Mrs. Hu talking to Feng Ran: "Don't mention how intimate the young couple is, you are looking at me and I am looking at you, it's inseparable..."

Ning An paused, his face felt hot, he couldn't help but stop, glanced at Feng Yun,

Feng Yun smiled, pulled his wrist, brought him to the dining table, pushed him onto the dining chair and sat down firmly.

Carefully skimmed off the slick oil, filled the chicken soup, put it in front of him, and smiled very "affectionately": "Taste it."

Ning An's ears turned red, and he had no choice but to cooperate in front of the elders: "Thank you."

Feng Yun glanced at him and raised his eyebrows: "You still want to say thank you to me?"

Ning An smiled, and said to the actor: "The closer you are, the easier it is to ignore the other party's contribution, so I hope to always be grateful to you."

He took the word "grateful heart" very seriously.

Feng Yun coughed amusedly, a little unable to pretend, Ning An also tilted his head, thinking it was funny.

The two smiled at each other and lowered their heads to drink the soup.

Laughter is laughter, trouble is trouble, but Ning An knows his position very well.

Because of Mrs. Hu's words, and because he didn't want to humiliate himself anymore, he silently alerted himself in his heart.

Alienation is subtle, invisible and intangible, but Feng Yun felt it very quickly.

Although Ning An was still smiling, he talked to Feng Ran politely and intimately, although he still looked at him with a gentle smile...

But Feng Yun knew that he resisted.

This feeling is very strange. It seems that nothing has changed, but there is such a string in my heart that is holding each other. When he moves, there is an echo on his side.

Talking and laughing at the dinner table, time passed quickly.

Like most of the parents, Feng Ran was no exception when he talked about the funny things about Feng Yun when he was a child, Ning An laughed straight when he heard it, he didn't expect Feng Yun to be so naughty when he was a child.

Feng Ran sighed: "It's his grandparents who protect him, that's why he has the courage to get into trouble every day."

Feng Yun also smiled, but there was an unspeakable bitterness in his expression.

Because of nostalgia, because it has been lost.

Ning An ate very little, drank a bowl of soup, and only took a bite of each dish before putting down his chopsticks.

Aunt Hu felt sorry, and carefully prepared a table, all of which were her specialties.

Feng Ran also repeatedly advised him to eat more, Ning An thanked him with a smile: "Thank you mom, this is already the most satisfying meal I have eaten recently."

He looked at Mrs. Hu again: "Everything you cook is delicious, I like it all, thank you, it's just because of work that I dare not indulge."

Mrs. Hu was very moved: "This child, why is it so painful? But eating such a little makes people feel distressed."

Feng Yun got up, poured a bowl of cold rice and brought it over, picked out two light side dishes, personally helped him drain the water, and put them neatly on his plate: "Take two more bites, I think they all eat like this, put the The oil is gone, not a fat person, eh?."

Ning An couldn't stand the earnest gazes of so many people, he laughed: "Okay."

In fact, Ning An used to have no taboos except for sweets and some high-calorie foods. He was not born with a fat-prone physique.

It's just that after coming here, he didn't dare to indulge.

This body is the capital of his work, and now he only has work to rely on, so he must be self-disciplined.

The plan of going abroad to study clothing in the original world has long been a phantom, and if you want to go that way now, it will only be a thousand times more difficult than before.

But he didn't want to give up.

But, before that, he had to solve the most basic survival problem first.

Pay off your debts and save some money to support your future dreams.

He knew very well in his heart that he had to work very hard to have a chance to touch that dream.

It's just a touch, it's just a dream, it's too difficult to hold the dream in the palm of your hand.

He didn't dare to fantasize too much, he just wanted to try his best to move forward step by step, so as not to leave regrets in the future.

And time is already a little tight for him.

In the original world, he was only 19 years old, and there was still time for everything.

Whether it is studying abroad to start a new dream, or developing in the circle as a model, he has enough time.

Even if you lose, you still have the support of your family.

But now Ning An is 24 years old, five years have been lost out of thin air, and her modeling career is nearing the end.

24 years old, youth is still good, this is a high-spirited age, but for a model, it is already "old".

Even if his face is tender enough, his figure is good enough, the typhoon is positive enough, and his professional knowledge is in place...

But for models who failed to climb the pyramid, age is a watershed moment.

After the age of 25, even if no one speaks, I will be embarrassed in this circle.

Even if the male model's career is a little bit longer, what about after the age of 28?

Newcomers are springing up like mushrooms after rain, who can see you?

With all his plans, he only has four years.

The reality is so cruel.

In this circle, those who climbed to the top of the pyramid can be honored as gods and break through the age limit.

If you can't climb up, you will only fall into mud, and no one will see the end.

Ning An is very aware of all this, and also understands how difficult the next few years will be for him.

He has to put in a lot of hard work, he can't think about what if, and he can't think about backing down.

So he didn't dare to indulge at all, he could only force himself to discipline himself.

It's just that this is an industry that is easily misunderstood. He cannot force others to understand his situation.

And this is also Feng Yun's intention, whether it is sincere or acting, this intention is very careful and gentle, he cannot refuse.

He ate the food slowly.

On the top of his head, Feng Ran preached to Feng Yun: "Look at how hard this child is. If you listen to me, how can An An be used as a model, let alone suffer such hardships."

Feng Yun replied lightly: "Mom, why are you bringing up something that has already been agreed upon?"

Ning An pretended not to hear the turmoil between their mother and child, and just buried himself in eating the food in his own plate, and stood up with a smile: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

It was an excuse to come out to smoke a cigarette, he could detect some hidden conflicts between Feng Yun and Feng Ran.

He could even feel that Feng Yun loved his mother very much, but there were some things that were stubbornly unwilling to give in.

He didn't know what it was, and it was probably inconvenient to know, so he came out and gave them time to communicate.

Without his coat, he stood by the window at the end of the corridor and lit a fire.

The wind blows on the body, and it blows through the clothes in a short while, and the coolness hits the skin directly and seeps into the bone marrow.

After finishing a cigarette, he stood for a while, and was about to go back when Feng Yun came out.

Holding his coat in his hand, he frowned and looked at him: "Why don't you wear clothes when you come out?"

Ning An smiled: "It's nothing serious, just for a while."

Feng Yun reached out and touched his hand, but he didn't actually touch his hand, just looking at his blue lips from the cold, he knew he was cold.

But when the cold hand tried to avoid him, he was still angry: "Are you stupid?"

Ning An took his clothes and draped them loosely over his shoulders: "I'll go in later, and I have to take them off."

Feng Yun said: "Go, go in and say hello, let's go home."

I brought him here because I wanted to make peace with Lele, but it was still difficult to keep my face.

On the way back, the atmosphere was somewhat dull, neither of them spoke, and Ning An was shaken and fell asleep.

He pressed his head against the car window and slowly closed his eyes.

Not asleep, just lazy, and didn't want to open his eyes.

Feng Yun glanced at him: "You didn't even ask what happened?"

Ning An felt that he was not qualified to manage Feng Yun and his mother's affairs, and if he said something wrong, he would get Feng Yun's eyes.

He closed his eyes and shook his head: "Don't ask."

Feng Yun didn't speak any more, the corners of her pretty lips pursed.

Ning An didn't ask anything, but it made him feel a strange sense of frustration.

Before the atmosphere in the carriage became tense, Ning An's phone rang.

He sat up straight and picked up the phone: "Hello, Xiaoyu."

Feng Yun glanced at him lightly.

Tan Wenyu's voice was a little excited: "An'an, we have passed the second side, we have passed the second side!"

Ning An's eyes lit up instantly, and he cheered a little: "Really? Really? That's great!"

Tan Wenyu laughed: "You, I, and Tiantian have all passed, and we will work hard together. In the following makeup trial and rehearsal, every link may be downplayed, so don't be careless."

Ning An smiled: "Understood."

"Okay then," Tan Wenyu said, "I'll send you the detailed schedule after I accept the message."

"En!" Ning An hung up the phone and let out a light breath, as if his whole body relaxed and his face was radiant.

Feng Yun looked at him, for some reason, he smiled, the corners of his lips twitched, and those setbacks just now disappeared in his heart.

He hooked the corners of his lips in a funny way, instead of asking him, he asked him: "What makes you so happy?"

Ning An pursed his lips and smiled, his phone vibrated lightly, reminding him that a new message came in.

He lowered his head to open the message, and looked at the timetable sent by Tan Wenyu. It was only half a month before the official show.

He squinted his eyes, half a month.

The scale of this show is very large. In half a month, in addition to makeup trials and rehearsals, we also have to cooperate with the designer to make major and minor adjustments.

It is destined to be a very hard half month, but it is also a half month to welcome the brilliance and bloom.

Ning An laughed, such a show, no matter how hard it is, what is there to be afraid of?He only has anticipation and fighting spirit in his heart!