Comprehensive film and television: The Queen of Rolls Opens the Roll Again

"Yes, I met Mr. Gong Er when he visited my father at the Zheng family. We gradually became familiar with each other. Sometimes, when I feel like teasing Guard Jin Fu, I will also make fun of him."

Zhang Xueming glanced at the handsome young man beside her who was obviously thinking carefully. She almost had the illusion that she was back in high school in her previous life. She had the illusion that the boy who was carefully inquiring about her was a male classmate who had a crush on her. She found it quite interesting, and her gaze softened involuntarily.

Her acquaintance with Jin Fu originated from Gong Shangjiao.

Once, Gong Shangjiao came to stay at Zheng's house for a short stay, and he annoyed her with his words. She would discuss swordplay and the six arts and eight elegances with him every day, and then she would really bully him when she was treating his injuries and illnesses. Gong Shangjiao was still thin-skinned at that time, and when he got embarrassed and angry, he tried his best to avoid her, but because she was already handling the affairs of the Zheng family, many intersections could not be avoided. Jin Fu went back and forth between the two of them to pass messages and things, and the more times he did so, the more he talked.

"Just now we were just old acquaintances, and we were just joking around."

Zhang Xueming saw that Gong Yuanzheng was not satisfied with her understatement. Thinking that the incident just now was not something that would make Jin Fu lose face, she simply said openly: "I have always liked fancy clothes and accessories. Mr. Gong Er and Jin Fu's guards know this. Today I got a new dress that suits my taste. I was very happy. While waiting outside the door, I couldn't help but lower my head and look at it again and again. Jin Fu's guard came to tease me and said, 'New clothes are worse than new, and old people are worse than old ones.' I asked him if he knew where this saying came from and what it meant."

Gong Yuanzheng was startled. The familiar words touched the pain in his heart. The smile on his face disappeared, and gloom returned to his brows. But he couldn't help asking, "What happened next?"

"Guard Jin Fu couldn't tell me where the saying came from, and he made up a random explanation that the saying meant that new clothes are better, but old people are stronger, so I laughed at him mercilessly."

Zhang Xueming sensitively noticed that Gong Yuanzheng was in a bad mood. Her eyes quickly swept across his face and she understood that Jin Fu's words might have triggered some unpleasant memories in him.

Think about Jin Fu's bad habit of not seeking to understand things and using random words to show off his literary talent, and then think about Gong Shangjiao's habit of always using his brother's name as if to distinguish something...

Zhang Xueming had a conclusion in his mind, but he just pretended not to know and smiled to himself, "I told Guard Jin Fu that this sentence comes from the Han Dynasty Yuefu "Ancient Erotic Song". The original text is 'The lonely white rabbit, walking east and looking west. The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as the old ones.' It is a poem of boudoir resentment. It describes an abandoned woman who is forced to run away, just like a lonely white rabbit, going east but looking west, and although she has run away, she still misses her old friends. It is to advise old friends to miss the old times, not to say that new clothes are definitely better than old clothes, and old people are definitely better than new people."

Qing Zhi and Su Rong, who were following not far behind him, heard Zhang Xueming say "It's a poem of boudoir resentment" in that slow and teasing tone for the second time. However, they still couldn't help laughing when they thought of Jin Fu's not-so-fair face suddenly turning red.

The two of them were so afraid of Gong Yuanzheng's reputation that they tried their best to keep their mouths shut. Suddenly, they heard a "puff" sound like a breath. They looked at each other in horror, then quickly looked away and looked forward: Well, the notorious Palace Master of Zheng Palace put his right fist to his lips, turned away and did not dare to look at Zhang Xueming, his shoulders shaking slightly, obviously he also found this matter very funny.

Zhang Xueming smiled: "I also told him that I like every piece of my clothes and jewelry very much, and I keep them well and wear them from time to time. I never think that only new clothes and new jewelry can look good.

As for my friends, whether they are old friends or new friends, I always cherish the fate between us. I will miss those who are not around, and I will also care about and cherish those who are around me.

Please tell him not to worry that I will forget to ask for New Year's money from his Mr. Gong Er on the first day of the Lunar New Year because I made new friends at Gongmen. I will also never forget my promise to fill his house with big red lanterns on the Lantern Festival this year, praying for a prosperous business and plenty of money in the new year.

That’s what I thought and said, but who knew that it would make Guard Jin Fu so embarrassed, just like what you saw at the time.”

Gong Yuanzheng had no time to feel whether the wound left in his heart on the eve of last year's Lantern Festival had lessened its pain, nor did he have time to feel jealous about the fact that Zhang Xueming seemed to be quite familiar with Gong Shangjiao. His attention was diverted by the "lucky money" and "big red lanterns" mentioned by Zhang Xueming.

"New Year's money? Isn't that what the elders give to the younger ones?"

Ever since Gong Yuanzheng's mother passed away when he was five years old, no one has given him New Year's money on New Year's Day, not even his father.

Over the years, only his elder brother would remember to bring him gifts when he came back before the Chinese New Year, but he never gave him any New Year's money. He carefully protected this stolen family relationship and did not dare to be presumptuous or ask his elder brother for any New Year's money.

Zhang Xueming looked at him in surprise, "Hey, don't you know that your brother Mr. Gong Er and my father are close friends who are equals? Logically speaking, it's okay for me to call him 'Uncle Gong Er'."

This is her father Zheng’s fault.

In the past, Zheng Nanyiyi was the only one left in the Zheng family, and her father Zheng's relationship with Gong Shangjiao was far from close.

Later, when Zhang Xueming came, her father Zheng tested her. She then let go of the burden and the affairs of the Zheng family and happily let herself go. She happily invited Gong Shangjiao, her friend regardless of age difference, to her home to play and they even almost came up with the idea of ​​becoming sworn sisters.

The friendship between the two men was growing rapidly. When Zhang Xueming was busy with his papers in the study, the two men would go to the big laurel tree facing the study window to drink tea and listen to the zither. It was so leisurely...

So bad it's oozing with oil!

Uncle?! Qing Zhi suddenly realized. After all this fuss, Master Jiao and Miss Zheng's father had become so close that Miss Zheng called him uncle... If the girl who had been watching her grow up and loved as a niece had to be married home because of a friend's entrustment, it would be really hard for people to accept. No wonder Master Jiao was so happy to give up his fiancée to Master Zheng and forbade him to mention the engagement. She would be happy to get rid of the hot potato.

Uncle?! Gong Yuanzheng's eyes widened in shock, and his steps became chaotic, unable to keep up with Zhang Xueming's forbidden pace.

After thinking about it for a long time, he gritted his teeth, his eyes red with heartache, and whispered to Zhang Xueming: "I, I am not your brother's biological brother. I will only turn 18 next year, so, so I am not your elder." So you can call my brother "Uncle Gong Er", but you must not call me "Uncle Gong San", otherwise I will cry in front of you, I tell you! And I will never give you New Year's money on the first day of the New Year, forget it!

I thought it would be difficult to say the first sentence, because Gong Yuanzheng has been avoiding this fact. Over the years, he has almost risked his life to perform and help his brother, wanting to replace his brother Lang's position in his brother's heart. Otherwise, he was afraid that one day he would make his brother unhappy and he would be abandoned and become alone again.

But the situation is urgent now, and this is the only excuse he can find. Even if this behavior is bad and he feels sorry for his brother's deep affection for him, he has to wait until he successfully brings his wife back to the palace and the dust settles before he can admit his mistake to his brother. It's definitely not that he values ​​women over his brother, really!

Zhang Xueming lowered his eyelids, his head slightly tilted, his cheeks slightly puffed up, he seemed a little distressed, but there was a fleeting smile in his eyes.

Then she nodded hesitantly: "I understand, Mr. Zheng, I will treat you and Mr. Gong Er separately in the future." If he deserves a beating, I will never hit you, but if you deserve a beating, I will only hit you.

"That's good, that's good." The young man, who didn't know the evil of human hearts, pretended to be calm, raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, and his hand was sweating. The topic of seniority was too dangerous, so he quickly changed the subject: "By the way, why did you give my brother a house full of big red lanterns during the Lantern Festival?"

"Of course I'm offering sacrifices to the God of Wealth." Zhang Xueming laughed. "Mr. Gong Er's ability to amass wealth is truly extraordinary. I must take advantage of the Lantern Festival to ask Mr. Gong Er, the living God of Wealth, to bless me with endless wealth and a prosperous life, right?"

On the first snowy day, fine snow fell continuously.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the light was not as bright as when the weather was clear. Both the trees and the people seemed to have a faded and old feeling. Only the girl in the bright red dress beside him was bright.

Gong Yuanzheng listened to her light and soft voice playing a playful and interesting tune, and looked at her smiling eyes as bright as the morning stars, and it was as if a seed had sprouted in his heart.

The little sprout struggled to push away the stone pressing on its head, adding a bit of vibrant green to the desolate heart.

He looked up at the gray sky, the dense and deep woods, and the dark-colored eaves of the corridors that were faintly visible among the trees.

Everything seemed so depressing and heavy, but with the sound of forbidden steps and her voice, it seemed as if he could easily relax and become happy.

Suddenly, he didn't want to worry about what was new or old anymore.

In my mind, there is a passage that keeps lingering around.

"As for my friends, whether they are old friends or new friends, I cherish the fate between us. I will miss those who are not around, and I will also care for those who are around me."

If this is the case with friends, how about people who are closer to you, such as your husband?

Gong Yuanzheng followed Zhang Xueming's steps with a red face, and soon their pace became the same again.

Amid the rhythmic and pleasant sounds of the forbidden steps, Gong Yuanzheng turned his head, staring at the girl who made him happy just by looking at her, and seriously hit a wild straight ball: "Sister, from now on, just call me by my name 'Yuanzheng'. Calling me Master Zheng is too formal."

Zhang Xueming was caught off guard by this inexplicable straight ball and was dizzy. His eloquent mouth suddenly lost the function of speech, and he only subconsciously uttered a single syllable full of question marks: "Huh?"

The two maids following behind Zhang Xueming were also very confused.

What’s going on? Why did she become “sister”? Why did she go on an “expedition”?

Are they really in the same space as the Palace Master of Zheng Palace?

Why do I feel like I've missed a lot when I blink?!