Film and TV Life Experiment Program

"Zhan Yanfei??!!"

When Ling Xiangqian heard Gu Yu mention the name of the replacement, she was a little excited. If it wasn't for Gu Yu's decision, she would have probably expressed her opposition.

"Yes, she is the host of this art festival. She studied at the Children's Palace since she was young and has been on many shows..." Gu Yu nodded and said,

"But she..."

Ling Xiangqian frowned, anxious to express her opinion. She was not optimistic about this candidate.

"I know her hosting style is a bit old-fashioned, but maybe it will fit in with our historical retrospective stage play,"

Gu Yu smiled and waved his hand, indicating that Ling Xiangqian did not need to object in a hurry.

"Zhan Yanfei's tone of voice may be suitable for historical dramas, which is heavier and more powerful."

Chu Tiankuo, who was also a host and knew Zhan Yanfei's situation, thought for a moment and felt that he could give it a try. There was no better choice at the moment.

Ling Xiangqian ignored other people's opinions. Her world was small and she was proud inside. She only cared about Gu Yu's opinion.

He looked at Gu Yu and saw his affirmative eyes, so he didn't say anything else.

But there was still doubt on his face, mainly because of his preconceived stereotypes about Zhan Yanfei and Ling Xiangqian.

Yu Zhouzhou thought the idea was feasible and took the initiative to take over the task of finding Zhan Yanfei. Lin Yang followed happily.

As for Lin Yang and Jiang Chuan, Gu Yu let them perform as they pleased. Having experienced so much in the film and television world and having such good conditions himself, why would he be afraid of two bootlickers?

If Yu Zhouzhou and Ling Xiangqian were to be snatched away by these two brothers in distress, Gu Yu said, I would just delete my account and start over.

On the way to the animation club's activity room, Yu Zhouzhou told Zhan Yanfei about the problems they were currently facing with their stage play and enthusiastically asked her for help.

This made Zhan Yanfei feel somewhat satisfied with his inner state that had been neglected.

When she arrived at the classroom, she saw Ling Xiangqian's cold and suspicious face and began to back out again. She was a little afraid of Ling Xiangqian.

After meeting Gu Yu's gaze and seeing his encouraging look, the confidence in his heart was rekindled.

Take a deep breath, calm down and adjust your state.

"In 1910, Northeast China had become the focus of competition among the great powers in China..."

"After the end of World War I, news of the failure of diplomacy at the Paris Peace Conference came, and Jiaozhou was…"

Although the speaking speed is still a bit slow, the voice effect is indeed more in line with the narration of this drama than Yu Zhouzhou.

"The weight of history hits you in the face. It has a lot of cultural heritage as soon as you hear it. It also seems dignified and serious, and it has a special sense of picture!"

Yu Zhouzhou was very supportive, smiling and praising him.

"Yes, there are still some minor issues that need to be improved, and we still have time.

Zhan Yanfei, I formally invite you to join our animation club's stage play "Going Down the Mountain".

I hope you can help us complete the performance better and show a better stage effect," Gu Yu said with a friendly smile.

"Yes!" Zhan Yanfei nodded heavily, with a bright smile on his face.

She looked around. Most of the team members were the school's celebrities. They were the spotlight she had always dreamed of.

Especially for Gu Yu who had comforted her yesterday, she had an inexplicable affection for him.

Ling Xiangqian's brows relaxed a lot. She was not against the person but the matter, and she had a good heart.

She just has a princess-like temper. She doesn't get along well with people other than Gu Yu. She speaks directly and doesn't consider other people's feelings because they are not important.

After solving the narration problem, Gu Yu called the nanny Aunt Zheng to bring Yu Zhouzhou's cello to school.

Listening to the harmony between Yu Zhouzhou and Ling Xiangqian, the music was much richer than the piano accompaniment alone, and it was more able to stir up the atmosphere.

Looking at the two women who cooperated well and occasionally smiled at each other, Gu Yu felt that the years were peaceful.

I just don't know if they can be as harmonious as Ehuang and Nvying in a different scene.

Gu Yu shook his head slightly. This dream seemed a little unreal.

It's mainly about the two women's personalities, the current era, and their thoughts and ideas.

Neither Ling Xiangqian nor Yu Zhouzhou are materialistic girls.

However, if they are separated by distance, conceal the truth intentionally, and the matter is settled, it is still possible to reach a tacit understanding by taking both material and emotional measures.

I'm such a scumbag.

Gu Yu has a correct understanding of himself and is always clear about what he wants.

For the girl he cheated on, Gu Yu could only try his best to do two things.

One is to give the other person a better life, and the other is to make every girl feel less empty and lonely.

This is difficult, requiring a strong body, a tough waist, endurance, explosive power, and the skills of an expert time management master.

The complicated matter of stepping on multiple boats is not mentioned for the moment. As expected, before the college entrance examination, it was all pure friendship between classmates, plus a little bit of ambiguity.

How could this go wrong? As long as Gu Yu is not sure about the relationship, isn't it normal for a guy as good as him to have a few girls like him?

The days passed quickly during the rehearsal, and the performance of "Going Down the Mountain" gradually reached its best effect.

The day before the art festival, Gu Yaoxian returned to Shanhai, along with his assistants, bodyguards and other entourage, as well as Old Mike, the butler who missed the young master Gu Yu.

When Old Mike came to China for the first time, he was amazed and felt that Gu Yu's life was really simple, and he didn't look like the child of a capitalist.

Compared with his time in America, Gu Yu's time in Shanhai seemed like a metamorphosis, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

He secretly decided that for Gu Yaoxian's health, he would have to continue eating carrots.

"Don't be nervous, just do your best tomorrow. In my heart, you will always be the best.

I'm not like your mother, who likes to criticize others. I always insist on encouraging education. Look how well you have grown up now. Does she realize this?"

Gu Yaoxian led a motorcade to pick up Gu Yu at Chunhelou Hotel, and kept talking about Xue Fanyi.

Gu Yu ignored him and concentrated on eating the steamed dumplings from this restaurant. They tasted really good.

Maybe in a dozen years, this restaurant will be just like many century-old brands, with only a reputation, but now it is still the top brand of Shandong cuisine.

Gu Yaoxian chose this place because it also brought back his memories of his time in the country.

No matter what image Gu Yaoxian has in the eyes of outsiders or in the business world, to him, he is just a father who is not serious and a bit talkative.

"Grandpa Mike, please sit down and eat together. We are a family. After not seeing each other for so long, can we put these old rules aside for now?"

Gu Yu spoke in English to Old Mike, who insisted on standing aside and serving the father and son, with a somewhat helpless expression.

"I am a housekeeper, this is my job, of course we are also a family, this does not affect it, and this is my happiness."

Old Mike was all smiles, kind and amiable, and he did not forget to put a steamed dumpling on Gu Yu's plate, and also put a large shrimp on it.

In order to adapt to the habits of the Gu family father and son, he can use chopsticks skillfully and speak some Chinese, but his pronunciation is strange.

"Hey, old Mike, can you treat everyone equally? You should know that I pay your salary and benefits. I can also provide for your retirement. I am still young."

Gu Yaoxian knocked on the empty plate in front of him and said unhappily, but still no one paid any attention to him.

He could only turn his grief and anger into appetite and work hard to make enough food and clothing for himself.