I'm not going to be the kid in the story of a husband abandoning his daughter.

The crowd fell silent.

Realizing that they had not only delayed the filming but also affected the project, they quickly stepped back, hugged each other, and walked into the village, taking away fruits and vegetables grown by themselves.

More than ten meters away, Jing Siyu was standing under a loquat tree holding Jing Xixi's hand.

Looks ugly.

I always knew that Jing Zhanheng was stingy, but I didn't expect him to be like this.

"Mom," Jing Xixi squeezed the milk in her hand, "Do I still need to go and give milk to the children?"

Jing Siyu thought about the abundant supplies in the trunk. In comparison... She took a deep breath and calmed down, "No."

Why send it away? Isn't it embarrassing?

"Teacher Jing, why are you standing here?" A man in a floral shirt got out of the car, took off his sunglasses, and looked at the distance with smiling eyes.

It’s Fu Guanqing.

Jing Siyu stared at him for a long time, and suddenly remembered that Fu Guanqing's agent seemed to have a relative working in the Jing family. A smile appeared on her face.

"Teacher Fu, we're leaving first."

Jing Xixi put down the milk and followed her in a bad mood.

"Uncle Fu, do you know her?" Child star Song Kaiyi put on his anti-myopia glasses with an expressionless face.

Fu Guanqing recalled what his agent said last time he went back, raised his eyebrows, and smiled nonchalantly: "I don't know her, she is a newcomer."

"Oh." Song Kaiyi withdrew his gaze indifferently, not interested.

^

The villagers were so enthusiastic that it took the director’s personal intervention and the village chief’s persuasion to appease the villagers.

The main reason is that Kyocera is young and it’s not easy to disturb him all the time.

In the end, only the village chief was left behind to act as a tour guide.

Gu Mo walked in the sun with a small folding fan, blocking some of the light for Kyocera.

Behind her is Yan Qiujin holding Yan Yue. The little girl is in much better condition after entering the village.

The scenery in the village is beautiful.

It looks like an ordinary village from the outside, but once you enter the village you will find that many houses have flowers and plants planted in their yards, as well as cherry tomatoes, strawberries and the like.

The exquisite colors of the walls make it feel like you have arrived at the oil painter's hometown.

But you can tell that the paint is from a new painting, and the person who painted it is very talented.

According to the village chief, there is a mountain climbing scenic spot nearby, but it is not very famous.

The village chief would occasionally tell her some interesting stories, and Kyocera always listened patiently.

In the end, the village chief felt a little embarrassed. He said so much to a ten-year-old child, and he didn't know how much she could understand or how much she could say.

It is undeniable that he has selfish motives and hopes that Kyocera will have more favor.

"Grandpa Village Chief, I believe the village will get better and better."

Although Kyocera didn't say it too obviously, her attitude can also represent Jing Zhanheng.

"Thanks for your kind words," the village chief said with a kind smile, "if the director hadn't forbidden it, you could have dinner at my house during this period, and even stay at my place."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Deputy Director Du with a slightly resentful look.

An innocent person shot by someone named Du: ...

At this moment, Kyocera's forward steps suddenly stopped, and the village chief also subconsciously stopped.

Her gaze shifted to the right; the wall in front of her had not yet been painted.

A thin girl stood under the wall, holding paint in her hands. Her face looked a little numb, and her eyes only lit up when she touched the painting on the wall.

He looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

Kyocera looked surprised: "Grandpa Village Chief, were all the pictures on the wall drawn by that sister?"

The village chief followed her gaze and sighed, "Yes, she is the daughter of the Hu family. She is also a poor person. Well, it just so happens that she can get paid for painting."

After saying that, he seemed to feel something was wrong. Kyocera probably didn't understand his nagging, so he said something extra: "Never mind all that, the place we're staying is just ahead."

"These paintings... look a little familiar." Yan Qiujin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

Gu Mo, who was closest to her, asked, "Have you seen it?"

Yan Qiujin frowned slightly and said, "No, I just feel that the style of painting is very familiar."

She had been comforting her daughter just now and hadn't looked at the scenery much, but now she took a few careful glances and felt that she had seen these paintings somewhere before.

The village chief, who was walking in front, smiled when he heard this and said, "Perhaps the painters' works are somewhat similar. Xiao Hu has never left the village, so it must be a coincidence."

"Maybe."

Yan Qiujin didn't think much about it. Although she was an actress, she loved collecting oil paintings and often participated in some activities. Some of the paintings did have similarities.

The scorching sun was blinding, but Kyocera couldn't feel much heat. However, she still half-closed her eyes and looked for a while before looking away thoughtfully.

"We're here, room three."

Under the leadership of the village chief, their progress in finding a house was much faster.

Deputy Director Du went up to him several times to persuade him to go back, but the village chief glared at him and said, "Why don't you stay at my house? I'd be happy to do that."

He said nothing more, and the guide on the other side of the headset also fell silent.

Okay, they can’t compare with us in terms of money!

Room No. 3 was the photo that Kyocera chose. Gu Mo put away his folding fan and looked over.

The gate is very tall, with intricate patterns carved on both sides and a half-meter-high threshold. This shows that it used to be a wealthy family.

Yan Qiujin's house was a few doors ahead, room number five.

So they could only say goodbye here for the time being, and before leaving, Kyocera gave Yan Yue another biscuit.

The little girl was very happy.

After sending the person into the house, the village chief left reluctantly.

Assistant Director Du thought for a while, gave a few instructions to the cameraman, and then trotted after him with his fat body.

at the same time.

Kyocera looked at the yard in front of the house. It must have been recently renovated. Many places were inevitably shabby, but it was clean.

There is also a small flower bed filled with newly transplanted roses.

Gu Mo had already opened the door with her luggage.

Kyocera followed him in and randomly chose a room to enter.

"Xiao Ci, do you like it here?" Gu Mo walked over.

"like."

The girl opened a window, leaned half of her body out, basking in the sunlight, with a faint smile on her lips, and an elegant and cold temperament.

The climbing roses that bloomed on the wall next to the window hung down beside my face. The picture was as beautiful as an oil painting, a very unreal beauty.

The cameraman in the hospital quickly captured this scene.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath. It turns out that what was described in the novel, about a girl who was stunningly beautiful at the age of ten, really existed.

There was a "click" sound in his ear, and the elder brother turned his head to look, only to see the tough driver Fu putting away his phone with a smile on his face, looking like he had never seen the world.

"..."

He had seen many child stars, but this kind of beauty that didn't seem real was rare.

Here, Gu Mo and Kyocera have each chosen a room. This house should be a separate courtyard, and its former glory can be vaguely seen.

Gu Mo was packing her luggage and preparing to clean the room again.

Kyocera stood in front of the desk, put the homework notes required for the fourth grade on it, took out a Russian book, and thought for a while.

The homework and test papers were pushed to the corner, leaving only a Russian book and two English books in the middle.