1990s: Spring Water Family

Chapter 94 This feeling, doesn't it resemble an emperor choosing his concubines?

"Seen through the crack in the door"

Gu Bin didn't give her a chance to argue: "My eyesight is 1.5, I can see people very clearly, and the way you looked at that time was like a little wildcat with its fur standing on end, cute and fierce, which was very interesting and memorable."

"You're the little wildcat."

Lin Xiyu got angry again and brandished her claws, trying to spare him.

"Don't pretend?"

Gu Bin turned his hand around and grasped the soft little hand in his palm.

I didn't pretend.

Lin Xiyu stubbornly insisted, "It's because that person is too incompetent."

"A person who frequents bars and underground casinos."

Gu Bin chuckled and retorted, "You're saying a petty thug who gets into fights is too weak?"

"You know him?"

"do not know."

"Then how do you know his identity?"

Lin Xiyu was genuinely surprised this time.

Have you ever thought about this?

Gu Bin's eyes were deep and he smiled meaningfully: "You beat him up so badly, why didn't he retaliate? Did you think that just because you taught him a lesson, he would change his ways and let you off the hook?"

"Uh."

Lin Xiyu snapped back to reality and exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that you secretly helped me and warned him not to provoke me again?"

"Not bad, not too stupid."

Gu Bin tapped her on the head, his voice laced with amusement: "I guess I did a good deed anonymously, helping you for so long, I can finally get some interest back."

"So stingy."

Lin Xiyu didn't take it seriously and muttered under her breath, "You have to charge interest for helping someone."

Gu Bin suddenly leaned down and kissed her on the lips.

"what."

Lin Xiyu was surprised that he was so bold as to kiss her in front of so many people.

After a brief moment of shock, her cheeks turned visibly bright red.

"Collect some interest first."

Ignoring the strange looks from those around them, Gu Bin affectionately pinched her cheek.

"Go now, hurry up and leave."

Lin Xiyu was both embarrassed and annoyed, and pushed people away, saying, "Don't stand here, you're affecting my memorization of lines."

"You're already angry?"

Gu Bin stood still, letting Lin Xiyu try her best, but she couldn't get rid of him.

"Standing here like a telephone pole, doesn't he realize he's in the way?"

She felt a little frustrated and depressed, wondering why she could easily take down a small-time thug but couldn't budge him at all.

Could this guy be a wolf in sheep's clothing?!
Unlike his outward appearance, which suggests a scholarly and refined demeanor?
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South Gate of Daming Lake, Lotus Pond.

Director Du attached great importance to the afternoon's filming, and borrowed a total of ten female students from the acting department of the art academy.

The stylists were incredibly busy, working tirelessly to finish everyone's outfits before 2 PM.

Ten beautiful young women, dressed in ancient costumes, with varying figures and graceful postures, walked past the camera one by one. Their light and ethereal figures captivated the viewer.

"Tsk tsk."

The assistant director, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, smacked his lips and exclaimed, "This feels almost like an emperor choosing his concubines!"

"Xi Yu, it's your turn."

Li Yan ignored his chatter and gestured for Lin Xiyu to begin.

Lin Xiyu understood immediately, fanning herself with a round fan, parting the flowers and willows, and slowly walked over from the lotus pond.

Her long skirt, reaching the ground, swayed gently with her steps.

From the lens, even the shimmering lotus blossoms on the shore of Daming Lake cannot compare to the unparalleled beauty of a young girl's smile as she turns her head.

"so gorgeous."

Li Yan's breath caught in her throat. As a woman, she was also stunned by the girl's dazzling brilliance at this moment.

"Well, here comes the Empress."

The assistant director couldn't resist cracking a joke again.

"Reciting lines"

Li Yan made a shushing gesture with her hand, stopping his babbling.

Lin Xiyu understood her lip movements, smiled at the camera, and recited the lines she knew by heart, word for word.

"Daming Lake is the mother lake of Jinan people. The old city was built around the lake, and the water of Daming Lake has nurtured generations of Jinan people."

"The poet Du Fu once wrote in his poem 'Accompanying Li Beihai to a Banquet at Lixia Pavilion': 'This pavilion on the east side of the sea is ancient, and Jinan has many famous scholars.'"

"The poet Su Shi, with his timeless masterpiece, wrote, 'Autumn twilight on Daming Lake, the wind and smoke come and go from time to time,' expressing his unique appreciation for the scenery of Daming Lake."

"And Zeng Gong, one of the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties, wrote the poem 'I love the cool evening breeze and the beautiful moon, listening to the sound of the spring amidst the fragrance of purple lotus.'"

"And the poem by Yuan Haowen, a poet from the Jin Dynasty, 'A cup of wine on Daming Lake, yesterday's embroidered red eyebrows and eyelashes,' vividly depicts the hazy beauty of boating on a lotus pond."

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Boating on the lotus pond.

Director Du looked at the shooting results through the camera, and when he heard the words "boating on the lotus pond," a new idea flashed into his mind.

"Xiao Bin."

He stroked his chin and looked at Gu Bin, smiling like a cunning fox: "Instead of just standing there, why don't you change into ancient costume and participate in the event?"

"Wearing ancient costume? Me?"

Gu Bin was taken aback upon hearing this, and resisted it from the bottom of his heart.

"Look how beautiful Xiyu looks in that outfit."

Director Du smiled and offered a tempting offer: "Wouldn't you like to sit in a small boat with her on Daming Lake and enact a romantic tale of a talented scholar and a beautiful woman boating on the lotus pond?"

"Boating on the lotus pond?"

Gu Bin narrowed his eyes, pondering the possibility of this.

"If you don't want me, I'll find someone else."

Director Du deliberately set a trap for him, using a tone that could be used to coax a child: "Xi Yu is so beautiful, there are plenty of people who want to get close to her."

"Hehe, Director Du, do you think I'm good enough?"

The assistant director grinned shamelessly, demonstrating through his actions what it means for a toad to want to eat swan meat.

"You can not."

Director Du gave him a disdainful look: "Xiao Bin is unwilling. Hurry up and find a few more boys from the film academy. Pick the good-looking ones to act with Xi Yu."

"No need to bother."

Gu Bin took the bait and interrupted him, saying, "It's just sitting in a boat and drifting around the lake a few times, I can do it."

"Xiao Zou, come here and change his clothes."

Director Du couldn't help but smile, revealing a hint of triumph.

"Hehe, director, I acted pretty well, right?"

While the stylist was changing Gu Bin's clothes, the assistant director sidled up to Director Du and flattered him, saying, "We two work together so well. I could tell right away that you wanted to get Xiao Bin on camera and use Old Master Gu's name to boost our ratings."

"What did you see?"

Director Du's face darkened, and he scolded in annoyance: "Am I such a person without principles? Would I do anything for ratings? If it weren't for Xiao Bin's good qualities and how well he was suited for the role, even if he were the grandson of the current leader, I wouldn't have let him participate and ruin our program."

"Cough cough."

The assistant director's attempt to flatter backfired; he gained nothing but trouble.

"hurry up"

Director Du couldn't stand his lack of tact and gave him a disdainful shove: "Go borrow a small boat and come back. Don't stand here in the way."

"Yes, sir." The assistant director had been in the entertainment industry for a long time and had long since developed an unbreakable thick skin.

Director Du scolded him, but he didn't get angry. He imitated the singing style of eunuchs in Qing Dynasty dramas and made a gesture of obeying orders.

"Go quickly."

Director Du sighed and held his forehead, forcing himself not to kick him again.

"The slave retire."

The assistant director, in a dramatic mood, flicked his non-existent sleeves twice and rushed towards the dock like a gust of wind before Director Du could kick him.

-

The small boat has been borrowed back.

Gu Bin changed into ancient costume and went boating on the lake with Lin Xiyu. The talented scholar and beautiful lady played the zither, painted, and composed poems. As expected, the effect was surprisingly good.

Director Du looked at the camera lens and couldn't stop smiling.

Without even guessing, he could imagine the huge reaction this episode would cause after it aired.

The documentary "People from Springs" has become a huge hit, and it seems only a day is coming for him to win the Best Documentary Director award this year for this film.

"Wow, this young couple is really enviable."

Li Yan and Director Du had different thoughts; their focus was entirely on a couple who seemed to have a special connection: "Look at them, their eyes are practically glued together, they're so affectionate, it makes me jealous."

"Don't be envious."

The cameraman dutifully reminded her, "We're filming calligraphy next. Have you found someone to write the calligraphy? Who will write it?"

"This is not my responsibility."

Li Yan simply declined, saying, "Let the assistant director worry about it. After all, he's the assistant, and he should be the one doing the work of serving others."

Do you practice calligraphy?

Gu Binshun overheard their conversation and looked over from the boat: "I can recommend someone to you. I guarantee he writes well, has a solid foundation, and is more than qualified to appear on your show."

"Who?"

Li Yan's eyes lit up, and she instantly became interested: "Now that you mention it, I'm even thinking of giving him a special interview."

"You all know this person."

Gu Bin swiftly opened his folding fan and fanned himself leisurely: "However, I can't guarantee whether I can persuade him to give an interview."

"You know us?"

The cameraman was completely baffled and couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"Xiao Bin."

Li Yan couldn't wait any longer: "Stop keeping us in suspense and tell us already!"

"to make."

Gu Bin readily agreed to do her a favor: "It's rare for Sister Yan to ask me for a favor, so I have to give her this face."

"You little rascal, you're too cunning."

Li Yan smiled and gave him a reproachful look: "How dare you take advantage of your older sister."

"Xiao Bin, do you have a suitable candidate?"

Seeing the three of them chatting happily, Director Du couldn't help but chime in.

"Yes."

Gu Bin pointed at himself with his folding fan and smiled mockingly: "Actually, this person is both far away and right in front of you—it's me."

Just when everyone thought he was talking about himself, they heard him drawl out two words in a dramatic tone—Grandpa.

"Your maternal grandfather?!"

Director Du paused, his eyes lighting up with surprise: "Old Gu?"

"Old Master Gu can write calligraphy?"

Li Yan couldn't hide her shock: "I've never heard of him. Didn't he join the army when he was young, fight on the front lines, and only retire after liberation?"

"Not only can I do it, I'm also very good at it."

Gu Bin understood the implication in Li Yan's words and felt it necessary to defend his grandfather: "Who says soldiers are all uncultured? Although Grandpa joined the army at a young age, he read and wrote a lot in the army, and his handwriting is very elegant and has its own style."

"I'm sorry, I was just ignorant."

Li Yan was embarrassed and laughed awkwardly: "I don't mean to look down on soldiers, I'm just very surprised. I've never heard of Old Gu being able to write calligraphy, and none of his works have ever been circulated outside the public."

"What do you know?"

Director Du really went all out to make this documentary, shamelessly flattering Gu: "Master Gu practices calligraphy out of interest, to cultivate his character, unlike some people who are so superficial, making a big fuss about their little skill, as if afraid others won't know their own worth."

"No, no."

Gu Bin interrupted him with a smile: "Actually, Grandpa's purpose in practicing calligraphy wasn't pure. His initial intention was to woo Grandma."

"puff."

Director Du spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"Is there still this?"

Li Yan's gossip-loving spirit was instantly ignited: "Tell us about Old Master Gu's romantic escapades when he was young."

"This part must be recorded."

The cameraman chimed in cheerfully, "The audience will definitely love watching this."

"If you want to know, go ask Grandpa yourself."

Gu Bin then kept everyone in suspense: "I, as a junior, dare not speak carelessly about his romantic affairs."

"Xiao Bin, I'm leaving this to you."

Director Du, shameless as ever, smiled with the cunning of a fox: "Please, do me the trouble of persuading Elder Gu to come out of retirement and make a guest appearance on our show."

"Row."

Gu Bin had his own plans and readily agreed: "I'll go back right now and see if Grandpa is home."

"Do you want me to come back with you?"

Director Du was terrified that Mr. Gu wouldn't come, and his heart pounded with anxiety.

"no need."

Gu Bin was confident: "Don't worry, Director. Grandpa is easy to talk to. Just tell him that making a promotional video is to contribute to Jinan's tourism economy, and he will definitely come."

"Old Gu is such a good person."

Director Du eagerly flattered him, saying, "Don't ride your bike anymore, let the driver take you home."

"it is good."

Gu Bin figured that his grandfather would also need to take a car when he came over, so he didn't hesitate and readily agreed.

-

Old Master Gu arrived quickly, and just as his grandson had said, he agreed without any hesitation.

When the elderly man, dressed in a moon-white martial arts uniform and with a gaunt face, appeared on the shore of Daming Lake, Director Du excitedly wiped the corner of his eye, almost bursting into tears.

"Grandpa."

Gu Bin spoke for Director Du, saying, "Whether this documentary becomes a huge hit depends on you."

"Hahaha."

Old Master Gu was delighted to hear this. Facing the camera, he first skillfully performed a set of Tai Chi. After warming up his muscles and bones, under the admiring gaze of the younger generation, he took a large calligraphy brush, as thick as a cup, dipped it in lake water, and wrote characters on the bluestone slab.

Each stroke flows smoothly and powerfully!

"Good word!"

Director Du's eyes lit up as he watched, clapping and cheering incessantly.

"This is Grandpa's specialty."

Gu Bin, harboring his own ulterior motives, deliberately tried to please his grandfather: "Just look at this calligraphy brush, as thick as a cup's rim, even the most ordinary person couldn't handle it."

"Hahaha."

Grandpa was indeed very happy, and continued to wield his brush, writing three poems in one go on the bluestone slab.

"Talent flows like three springs, words flow like pearls from a single stream; countless poets have lived here, making Jinan a city of poetry since ancient times."

"Jinan is lovely in spring, with swings outside buildings and orioles among the willows. It is like the golden land of Jiangnan, with only the sound of flower sellers missing from the streets."

"I find joy in the mountains and waters, and write poems wherever I go to inspire new ideas. I spend my days in a small boat amidst the lotus blossoms, and I long to be a Jinan native forever."

(End of this chapter)