From the Siheyuan, I started to run around in the world

"Miss Fang, it's getting late. I had a great time chatting with you today. You are welcome to visit me when you have time. Let me also do my part as a good host."

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry that I can't accept this topic. We are having such a happy chat. It's still early, so let's chat for a while. Is there someone waiting for Mr. Zhang at home?"

Fang Yanyun still smiled and asked Zhang Dongliang to stay for a while longer.

"No one is waiting for me at home today." Zhang Dongliang deliberately emphasized today.

"Since no one is waiting for Mr. Zhang at home today, it doesn't hurt to stay a little longer. I am a weak woman and I am not afraid, so what is Mr. Zhang afraid of?"

"Miss Fang, aren't you afraid that I won't be able to control myself?"

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Zhang is not that kind of person."

"Ms. Fang may have seen it wrong. I am that kind of person."

"Although Mr. Zhang claims to be a playboy, I know that he has a bottom line."

Fang Yanyun still spoke to Zhang Dongliang in a soft tone.

"Have I been given a nice guy card?" This is the kind of card Zhang Dongliang fears the most.

The two continued to sit in silence without saying a word, but strangely, there was still no feeling of awkwardness.

What was spreading in the two people's hearts just now was now growing wildly.

A long time passed, yet it seemed like only a moment had passed.

"Ms. Fang, I really should go. It's too late."

"Okay, I'll take you there."

Fang Yanyun turned around, picked up Zhang Dongliang's coat, helped Zhang Dongliang put it on, and accompanied Zhang Dongliang out of the room.

The action of helping Zhang Dongliang put on his clothes was like a skilled movement that a wife had performed for many years. There was no awkwardness or unnaturalness at all, and it felt very smooth and fluid.

But Zhang Dongliang knew that Fang Yanyun had never done anything similar to Xu Wenqiang, and the relationship between them remained as clear as that of friends.

"Miss, you've been standing there for a long time. Don't catch a cold."

Zhang Dongliang had walked a long way, but Fang Yanyun was still standing at the door looking out. Aunt Wu came out with clothes in her arms and put them on Fang Yanyun with a distressed look on her face.

"Auntie Wu, I'm not cold. Really, not cold at all." Fang Yanyun said in a light tone.

As long as Feng Chengcheng returns to Shanghai, she will definitely come to see Zhang Dongliang often.

It is the time when a girl begins to fall in love. If she doesn't see her lover for a day, her heart will feel like it is overgrown with weeds.

Although Mr. Zhang composed a song for her by chance, Feng Chengcheng also knew that she and Zhang Dongliang had no relationship, they just had a little affection for each other.

If you want to find excuses for anything, there are always plenty.

Today, Feng Chengcheng came to invite Zhang Dongliang to visit the Ouyang Han Opera Troupe for guidance.

Zhang Dongliang opened the door and looked outside, but did not see any trace of Wang Yueqi.

"Okay, don't look at me, Dongliang. Wang Yueqi is on the first floor and she didn't catch up with us."

Feng Chengcheng found Zhang Dongliang's peeking out particularly funny and quickly reached out and grabbed Zhang Dongliang's arm.

Zhang Dongliang felt bitter: "Ah, this telescope is following me again? It doesn't give me any privacy at all."

Unable to resist Feng Chengcheng's constant nagging, Zhang Dongliang followed her to Ouyang Han's drama club.

This is good. It keeps Feng Chengcheng busy so she won't have time to stare at him, Zhang Dongliang comforted himself.

"Welcome, welcome, warmly welcome the great talent Zhang." Ouyang Han, with a beard and long hair, looked like an artist. He rushed over with enthusiasm and shook hands tightly with Zhang Dongliang.

"Director Ouyang is too polite. I don't deserve the title of talent." Zhang Dongliang shook his hands repeatedly in mock modesty.

"Mr. Zhang, please stop being so modest. Your poem 'Descendants of the Dragon' is worthy of the title of a talented scholar."

Director Ouyang Han is a very simple person. He does not have the pedantry of most literati. He is full of admiration for people who are more talented than himself.

"Mr. Zhang, you came at the right time today. We also wanted to invite Miss Feng Chengcheng to play a role in our drama club, but she kept making excuses saying she was busy.

If it is convenient for Mr. Zhang, please help me persuade Miss Feng."

"I wonder which play Director Ouyang Han is rehearsing now?" Although he knew some of the situation, Zhang Dongliang still wanted to confirm it.

"It's like this, Mr. Zhang, we are rehearsing the play The Seagull, and we would like to invite Miss Feng Chengcheng to play the role of Nina. Miss Feng Chengcheng's temperament is very consistent with Nina's temperament in the play."

Zhang Dongliang sighed, it was still like this.

"I'm very sorry, Director Ouyang Han, I know nothing about dialogue drama. If you want to invite Miss Feng Chengcheng to play this role, you have to do the job for her."

"Well, okay. But Mr. Zhang, since you're here today, can you give us some advice on this play?"

Zhang Dongliang didn't want to be a bad guy and dampen the enthusiasm of Director Ouyang Han. After all, Director Ouyang Han was also passionate and wanted to do something for this country.

Maybe his idea is wrong, but his starting point is still good.

"I know, Director Ouyang, I know." Wang Yueqi heard the discussion between Zhang Dongliang and Director Ouyang, and hurriedly squeezed in front of them from behind.

Looking at Director Ouyang Han's inquiring gaze, Wang Yueqi seemed to be greatly encouraged.

"Director Ouyang, Mr. Zhang has told us before that dramas must be down-to-earth and understandable to Chinese people. We always schedule shows by foreigners, but Chinese people can't understand them."

Zhang Dongliang secretly gave Wang Yueqi a thumbs up in his heart: "Student Wang Yueqi, you have a high level of awareness. I am optimistic about you."

"Mr. Zhang, what do you mean by this?"

Ouyang Han was a little confused when he heard what Wang Yueqi said. Zhang Dongliang was right next to him, so Director Ouyang Han asked him directly.

“Director Ouyang, I admit that the play The Seagull is highly ideological and artistic.

But has Director Ouyang ever thought about this? How many Chinese people can read? How many of them know foreigners?

What's more~~~the foreigners that ordinary Chinese people know only bring them disasters.

So we have to use our own people to tell our own stories, so that people can understand them.

There is another most crucial factor. You can ask the little beggar at the door. When he has been hungry for three days, ask him whether he likes to watch a foreign drama or eat a piece of bread.

You will have the answer after you ask, Director Ouyang."

Seeing Director Ouyang's thoughtful look, Feng Chengcheng was afraid that Zhang Dongliang and Ouyang Han would have an unpleasant experience, so she quickly stepped out to smooth things over:

"Director Ouyang, please don't be too sad. Mr. Zhang might even give us a song when he comes this time."

"Really, Mr. Zhang?" Ouyang Han grabbed Zhang Dongliang's hands a little too hard, and even Zhang Dongliang felt some pain in his hands.

Ouyang Han was immersed in a great joy.

Others may not know, but he is a well-known figure in the art industry, and he certainly knows the artistic value of the song "Descendants of the Dragon."

This will go down in history.

If Mr. Zhang writes another hit song, he may also go down in the history of songs. How can this not be exciting?