Every day someone is teasing the family

Lying on the bed for a while, Fang Lan thought about it, but still felt that she couldn't sit still, without Jiang Rutao, there would be others!With an idea in mind, Fang Lan quickly got out of bed and quickly changed her clothes. Before leaving, she looked at the cold leftovers on the table, and a feeling of nausea came to her heart. She hurried to the bathroom and scratched her throat hard. Didn't spit it out either.

Angrily kicking the scattered things on the ground, Fang Lan picked up her bag and went out. When she arrived at the door of the company, she happened to run into the agent who came out.Fang Lan remembered that the two had an unpleasant fight before, and she didn't want to ask her manager to help her at this time.People's so-called self-esteem is often like this. When you are used to a high profile in front of people, it is difficult to put down your face and ask for help.

"Fang Lan!" Realizing that Fang Lan passed him directly and turned a blind eye to him, the manager was very angry.When he discovered that Weibo post early in the morning, his intuition was not good. He called Fang Lan more than a dozen times but no one answered. , to divert the attention of netizens.He dared to do this because he was betting that Yu Ji's studio would not dare to confront Jiang Rushuang. After all, if Fang Lan was brought out in this matter, the man's identity would be more likely to be recognized.

Fang Lan stopped without looking back, and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"

The agent walked around in front of her and asked in a deep voice, "Did you stay with Young Master Jiang again yesterday?" Why did the young master go to the film crew to find someone?What's more, he is still someone who has been put aside a long time ago?

"So what?" Fang Lan met his eyes and asked provocatively.

The manager's heart sank, and he was sure that the two in the photo were exactly them, but it was a pity that he hadn't received the news earlier to buy the photo.Things are done and nothing can be changed.In desperation, he persuaded him earnestly: "Fang Lan, because of our years of relationship, let me advise you again, don't mess with people you shouldn't, Hua Xiangrong is a lesson from the past, before it's too late..." The two After cooperating for many years, whether it is out of feelings or out of interests, he should persuade them.

"Lin Sen, are you confused? After being a manager for so many years, you really haven't made any progress at all!" Fang Lan raised her chin slightly with a trace of disdain in her tone, "These are just unspoken/rules of the entertainment industry. Everything I do is following this rule. If I don’t step on others today, I will become a stepping stone for others tomorrow! Also, you worry too much, how can Hua Rongrong, a young newcomer, be with me? Compare?"

Lin Sen shouted: "Fang Lan!" The phone rang suddenly, and he picked it up to take a look. It was a work assistant, and usually he would not call him if there was nothing important.Lin Sen answered the phone, and heard an urgent voice over there: "Brother Lin is not well, Yu Ji's studio released another video, yes, it's Sister Fang and Mr. Jiang! That kind of video is..." The words came to the end , the assistant was a little tangled, and didn't know how to say it. The opposite was his boss, who had a better relationship with Fang Lan. What if Brother Lin approved it?

When the assistant said this, Lin Sen had already guessed the content of the video, and quickly interrupted him: "I see, there is nothing to do for now!"

When Lin Sen answered the phone, Fang Lan was quite irritable and wanted to leave, but couldn't.Opposite her is her agent, who handles her daily work. If the relationship is really incompatible, if the agent makes a slight move, her future will be ruined.She didn't think about it clearly before, thinking that with the support of a benefactor, she would be free from scruples, but now she understands that only with a long-term benefactor can she be unscrupulous.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Sen looked at Fang Lan as if he was looking at a dead person, and he had already passed the final verdict on her.Fang Lan was flustered by his sight, so she collected herself and raised her voice, "What's the matter? I'm leaving!"

"Fang Lan, you don't need to join the company." Lin Sen said calmly.The big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and all the dust settled, he would return to the bridge with Fang Lanqiao after all.

Under the warm sun, Fang Lan felt a chill all over her body. The wound on her body seemed to be split open, and the cold air seeped in, making her painful and cold. "What do you mean?" Fang Lan's face was pale, her lips turned blue.She just felt uncomfortable all over, and wanted to go back to the office to take a good rest, and couldn't care less about thinking about what Lin Sen's words meant.

Lin Sen announced in a flat tone: "It's all ruined, Fang Lan, your future and your career have been ruined by yourself. Your video last night was posted on the Internet, and now the company knows about it. It should be hidden in the snow. Of course, Mr. Jiang is unlikely to be this accident."

Lin Sen's voice seemed to be getting farther and farther away, as if it had never existed.Fang Lan stared at him blankly, the world seemed to be still, she didn't hear anything, she didn't know anything! "What are you talking about? I didn't hear it. I'm going back to the office." Fang Lan said this weakly, and staggered towards the gate of the company.

Lin Sen strode past her and left a sentence: "This is the end of the matter, I hope you take care of it." Fang Lan was sweating profusely, and her heart seemed to be jumping out.She still remembered Lin Sen's words, thinking over and over again, Fang Lan slowly sat on the steps in front of the company, arms crossed, the scene in front of her eyes was blurred, making it difficult for her to distinguish reality from a dream.

After a two-hour drive, Su Muzhe and his party arrived at their destination. It was a very ordinary residential building inside the university.Xiao Zhou and Xiao Huang were waiting in the car. After all, they were going to someone else's house, so it's not good to have too many people.

"...Old Zheng is still a professor at the Capital University. He is very famous and popular, and he has a lot of research on calligraphy." Nandu introduced carefully.On the seventh floor, she rang the doorbell twice.The door opened after a while, and Nan Du looked at the person in the door in astonishment: "Director Qian? Why are you here?"

Qian Da stroked his shiny head, and said cheerfully, "What a coincidence, I'm here to chat with old man Zheng. You come in." He appointed Su Muzhe as the heroine, so naturally he had to talk to the manager. Therefore, I met Nan Du privately several times.

Listening to Qian Da's address to Mr. Zheng, the two of them guessed that Mr. Zheng and Qian Da had a very close relationship.Nan Du and Su Mu blocked the door and saw a painting on the coffee table in the living room.There was a person in front of the coffee table with his back turned to them, without turning his head, he was still looking at the picture.Qian Da smiled embarrassedly, lowered his voice and said: "He is just like this, he is fascinated, he doesn't care about what happens outside, please bear with us." The two nodded.

Because of the habit of practicing calligraphy in her boudoir in her previous life, Su Muzhe involuntarily walked over to look at the painting. After reading the whole text, it is a masterpiece. The view of life is triggered from the fun of gatherings. Life is short and the world is impermanent. The author The starting point of the book is very unique. Although the full text ends here, it gives people a feeling that there is still more to say.

"How?" Elder Zheng couldn't help asking as he watched the little girl who suddenly appeared beside him staring at the "Lanting Collection Preface" nodding frequently.In all fairness, he didn't quite believe that this young man could have any different ideas, it was nothing more than some people's words of admiration.It's not that he looks down on young people, but he thinks that young people don't have enough experience to understand the mystery.

Su Muzhe didn't look away, and replied subconsciously: "Good article! Starting from the joy of feasting, writing about the sorrow of life and death, the impermanence of ancient and modern changes, and feeling free and infinitely interesting."

"What else? How about the word?" Mr. Zheng asked seriously. Many people have learned "Preface to Lanting Collection" in middle school, and both teachers and tutorial books have explained its ideas, so Mr. Zheng was noncommittal about the girl's comments.

"The words..." Su Muzhe didn't notice Zheng Lao's tone, but concentrated on studying the words, "The shape and spirit are different, but it seems to be a deliberate work. Judging from the writing, the author should be free and open-minded." People, the height and depth of understanding of people and things are very human. The writing is like the person, but this painting is like a person."

A gentle smile appeared on Mr. Zheng's always serious face: "Yes, this is an imitation by later generations. Although it is a fake, if you look closely, you can see that the original author deliberately retained his own characteristics while imitating." , is a calligrapher with a temper."

Su Muzhe nodded approvingly. There were no such works in her dynasty, and this "Preface to Lanting Collection" alone must be a shocking work in Dazhou.Her master also said back then that Da Zhou did not pay attention to literary talent and poetry, and at the same time paid more attention to generals than civil servants. If there were not a few former emperors and veterans among the civil servants, I am afraid that they would be completely suppressed by military generals.

"Old man Zheng, don't focus on words." Qian Da reminded aloud.Nan Du smiled gratefully at him, and his affection for Qian Da increased a lot in his heart.

Mr. Zheng waved his hand casually: "Got it, you are what they call Su Muzhe? The granddaughter of that old woman from the Su family?"

"Hi, I'm Su Muzhe, has anyone mentioned me to you before?" Su Muzhe asked suspiciously.She didn't know these two before, and she always felt suspicious about how a well-known calligrapher in the industry would be willing to guide her, and why Qian Da directly designated her as the heroine.She understands very well that based on her own fame, she is more likely to be filmed in a TV series. These directors should still take a cautious wait-and-see attitude towards her acting in movies.

Qian Da poured tea for the three of them, and invited them to sit down and talk: "One is the director of your next play, Liu Zheng, he is very optimistic about you. As for the other, it is my screenwriter, Li Ming, Liming is very familiar with the author of the original novel of this movie. I heard from her that the author wrote this novel with you as the prototype. When selling the copyright, he also strongly asked you to play the heroine. Liming’s adaptation did not change some of the prototype’s traits, I suggest that I directly adopt you as the heroine. The original author will come over later, and you can chat with her."

"Qian Da, you're making too much noise. I haven't taught calligraphy yet." Mr. Zheng squinted at him, and looked Su Muzhe up and down, "It's somewhat similar to old lady Su. Don't listen to Qian Da's nonsense, you After graduating, your grandma never heard from you, so she asked us to pay attention. A few days ago, your grandma said that she found it, and she satirized us old men whose eyesight is not working well because people are under their noses. See."

Su Muzhe nodded slightly: "I'm sorry to trouble you, grandma is also worried about me, so don't worry about it."

"You are honest, child, and your words are nice! What your grandma said made me so angry that I didn't eat all day." Mr. Zheng took a sip of tea, and looked at Su Muzhe with softer eyes, just like looking at his own. A junior, "I heard that you know how to write hairpin flowers in lower script? Go and write it for me."

Most of the girls in the boudoir have learned the hairpin lower script since childhood, which is delicate and peaceful, elegant and graceful.Qian Da went to the study room and took out a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Su Muzhe thanked him softly, spread the rice paper flat, rubbed the ink, and took the pen, writing "Preface to the Lanting Collection" calmly under the eyes of the three of them.

Mr. Zheng didn't pay much attention to it at first, even if it's the lower script with hairpin flowers that women learn, modern people often follow the same pattern, only knowing the shape without knowing it.Seeing that his friend Qian Da's expression became more and more solemn, Mr. Zheng laughed in his heart. Over the years, Qian Da and himself have seen so many calligraphy and paintings, thousands of true and false, and they were surprised by a little girl's words.He glanced at the words written by Su Muzhe, and just about to laugh at Qian Da, he held back the words in his throat, and for a moment, his mood was quite complicated.

After writing the whole article, Su Muzhe only felt in a good mood, and left all the previous unhappiness behind, but heard Mr. Zheng say: "Su Su, I am an old man who has nothing to teach you. I will be kind to you, old man. Just begging for something..."

Just as Su Muzhe was feeling surprised, he heard Qian Da interrupted: "Susu, please give me this calligraphy, or don't give it away for sale! For the sake of our cooperation for a few months..."

"Qian Da, you are shameless!" Elder Zheng stared wide-eyed and looked at Qian Da accusingly, "The Chinese people's traditional virtue of respecting the old and caring for the young! What about Kong Rong's virtue of pears! How dare you rob me of it?" ?”

Qian Da smiled meanly, and said ruffianally: "Respect the old and love the young, I'm still a baby! Kong Rong let me give you a box of pears, don't compete with me for paintings."

Nan Du looked at this old middle-aged man in a little speechless, he was already in his dozen years old, why was he so hard to explain?What about the serious and tall calligrapher?What about the frustrated director that was agreed upon?These two people are ooc.In order to avoid meaningless disputes, Nandu said: "Well, Susu can write another copy, there is no other arrangement in the afternoon."

The two stared at Su Muzhe in unison, urging her to write quickly with their eyes, and even the last word that had been written was asked to be placed between the two of them, and no one was allowed to move!Su Muzhe had no choice but to pick up his pen and write another picture.

Yan Hao has good acting skills and calligraphy, this is against the sky!Nandu couldn't care less about sighing, took out his mobile phone and took a few photos from different angles, and then logged on to Susu's Weibo account, and posted them all, making up the Jiugong grid.

Muzhe of the Su family: Quietly ask the holy monk if his daughter is beautiful [picture]

Not long after the Weibo was posted, the doorbell rang. Qian Da and Mr. Zheng were staring at Su Muzhe's last words, and neither of them wanted to get up and open the door.Nandu had no choice but to open the door, but saw a black and strong man, before she could ask, a long-haired woman appeared behind the man, and when she saw her, she held her hand excitedly: "I know you! You are Susu's manager! Hello, manager, I'm Qiao Jiu, so I'll go in first!"

Zheng Xingyi's face is wooden: I really don't want to admit that this is my cousin (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻Why is it so embarrassing!!!

Nan Du rubbed his hands awkwardly: "Hi, please come in, Mr. Zheng is inside."

After Zheng Xingyi entered the door, he changed into a pair of slippers. Remembering that he hadn't introduced himself yet, he quickly said, "Hi, I'm Zheng Xingyi."

Zheng Xingyi?It sounded familiar, Nan Du looked at him with wide eyes, and stammered and asked, "You, you are, won the award not long ago..." Zheng Xingyi, who won the Best Director Award for the movie "Black and White"?Nandu is in a bad mood, why did he meet so many people when he went out?That's Zheng Xingyi!Known as a genius in the industry!A few years ago, he won the best director award once, and then disappeared, and was called "Zhongyong Fang Fang" by many people. A few years later, he slapped everyone hard with "Black and White". Zheng Xingyi, that ghost Zheng Xingyi !

"I made a small movie, but I didn't expect to win an award." Zheng Xingyi said modestly, and then smiled implicitly.Grateful that he didn't want to talk more about movies and winning awards, Nan Du stopped the topic appropriately, nodded and walked towards the living room.

When the two arrived at the living room, seeing the scene in the living room, they felt that their heads were covered with black lines, and they twitched the corners of their mouths in unison.

Nandu/Zheng Xingyi: I really don't want to admit that this is my Susu/grandfather/uncle/cousin (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻Why is it so embarrassing!