Rebirth of the Long Night Starlight

"The squirrel mandarin fish you like to eat. It's a rare fresh mandarin fish. It was still alive when I bought it." Ji Feiyang saw that the atmosphere was not right with just one glance, and immediately went over and squeezed Young Master Ping's shoulders twice. The answer is that I cook myself, and let Yeshu try my cooking at night."

Feng Yeshu almost spit out a mouthful of water when he heard it.Ji's boss actually cooks in person?I heard that Ji Feiyang came from a prominent family, so it goes without saying that he was pampered. According to the concept of old-style families, a young master like Ji Feiyang would not even know where the kitchen door opened.Are the rumors wrong?Or……

For son-in-law?

The son was pinched comfortably, and rolled in Ji Feiyang's arms twice, "Now no one wants to harm me, I'm all at home, just let someone do it, why..."

Ji Feiyang just smiled.In the wrinkles at the end of the eyes, there is the afterglow of the sharpness of the past, but now it is only melted in Chaimi's poems and books, as soft as the patterns on the ancient blue and white porcelain.

When they were young, Feng Yeshu hadn't even been born yet, so naturally they had never seen those powerful pasts, and no one mentioned them.The life they have experienced can only be inferred from the young master's years of old illnesses and Ji Feiyang's ability to avoid public places.The son seems to be able to relax completely only by Ji Feiyang's side, and the way he gently closes his eyes makes people feel that even after another ten or twenty years, they will still use the same posture to watch the sunrise and sunset together every day.

"Yeshu, why are you in a daze, eat quickly." Feng Yeshu didn't come to his senses until Ji Feiyang reminded him that he was already sitting on the dining table, staring blankly at the squirrel mandarin fish with its head up and its tail up. daze.Ji Feiyang didn't say anything, just took a large piece of fish and put it into his bowl, his eyes seemed to be meaningful: "I've heard what happened today. No one in the entertainment circle can be invincible , It’s just that most people don’t understand the truth of success and Xiao He’s failure.” Ji Feiyang picked up another piece of good fish, carefully picked out the thorns and put it in the young master’s bowl. Can't help showing a indulgent smile, "You are young and successful because of your extraordinary talent and your heart is like still water. Now your talent is still extraordinary, but who can live like a still water for a lifetime? People who are ruthless tend to be affectionate, since you are born Your advantage is your fatal weakness. How can a person who wants to act be truly ruthless?"

These words sounded like thunder in Feng Yeshu's ears, and they seemed to vaguely point to the same answer as what Casilla said at the time, but Ji Feiyang stopped talking when he said this, no matter how Feng Yeshu stared at him, It's just to give the young master some food, taking into account his left and right.

Feng Yeshu had no choice but to take a bite of the cold fish in the bowl.As soon as I ate it, I found that the fish was very well cooked, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a good taste, and it was not much worse than that of famous restaurants.He vaguely remembered that Cheng Xu also wanted to try this dish, but failed several times, so he secretly ate the failed dish behind his back, and almost choked his throat...

"Yeshu, don't worry."

At the end of the dinner, Ji Feiyang personally served him the silk and bamboo sweet soup that he had been tired of all night. I don't know what ingredients are used to make it. It is unusually sweet and refreshing.

"To make a good dish, no matter whether it's stir-fried or stewed slowly, don't be in a hurry." Ji Feiyang blinked at him. This very American gesture showed his habit of living abroad since he was a child, "When you After learning to wait, you will find that what you are looking for has already been learned.”

Young Master Ping's private jet is very low-key, but after getting closer, Feng Yeshu understands why Young Master Ping is only willing to take this private plane at night when no one is paying attention.

There are three large characters on the snow-white fuselage: "Anling".

Feng Yeshu suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his full stomach. Looking back at Ji Donglai, he also held his stomach with a twisted and tangled expression.

——Laughing or something... It really is physical work.

As for the young master, he didn't know whether he was really calm or pretending to ignore him and walked up to the Anling, Ji Donglai quickly trotted to keep up.Feng Yeshu just took a step when the phone vibrated suddenly. He looked down and saw that it was a message from Meng Yanchi: Tonight, the inn made West Lake vinegar fish. I guess you like it.Qinghe and I are reserved for you.

How does Yanchi know that he likes to eat?

Feng Yeshu was slightly puzzled: Before he was popular, he shot a film in Hangzhou, and after the end, he wandered around by himself.I didn't know that Louwailou is notoriously expensive. After I sat down and looked at the menu, I realized that I came to the wrong place. Finally, I bit the bullet and ordered the cheapest one among the West Lake vinegar fish. I didn't expect it to be surprisingly delicious.Since then, he has never forgotten this dish, and he only talked about it with Cheng Cheng.

There are already too many unbelievable things in Meng Yanchi's body, and it doesn't matter if there is one more...

Feng Yeshu thought for a while, quickly wrote a reply and pressed the send button: "OK."

It was already late at night when An Lingping arrived at XT, and Mo Shao specially picked out a red lantern at the entrance of the inn. Waiting at the door, the night in the south of the Yangtze River was already a bit chilly, Young Master Mo looked at An Lingping who was walking slowly, and bowed to salute, "Uncle Ping, the room has been fixed for you, Uncle Ji didn't come with you?"

An Lingping waved his hand, "I'm only here for one night, what is he doing here? You and Lan'er are so late and still not going to sleep?"

It was rare for Young Master Mo to be serious, "The investors are coming, how dare I sleep first? Let uncle go to watch the filming tomorrow?"

An Ling smiled slightly with the corners of his lips, "I looked at the filming schedule, you guys are going to HD tomorrow, and you didn't shoot anything, I will have a chance to watch it when it's HD."

Seeing that he didn't look particularly angry, Young Master Mo tightened his grip on Yue Guanlan's waist, "Then you're here today...?"

"It's too late now, let Xiaomeng come and see me tomorrow." He raised his eyebrows to see the eyes of the Anling family, which seemed gentle but sharp, even Mo Shao who was used to seeing him A little shivering, wondering what Meng Yanchi had done to offend this lord, and then looking at Feng Yeshu who followed silently, he probably understood a little bit, and quickly sent someone to take An Ling with him. By going to the room to rest, he led Yue Guanlan to escape quickly.

Before Meng Yanchi returned to his room, he put the vinegar fish in a bowl in Feng Yeshu's room. He said it was kept by Qinghe and himself, rather it was his own selfishness. Director Yue likes to eat fish, so Young Master Mo spent a lot of money to find a cook. When he put the fish in Feng Yeshu's room, he felt a little bitter. For himself, he can remember Feng Yeshu no matter in his previous life or in this life. For those who are interested, this level is good for Feng Yeshu, and I don't know if he can see it.

After returning to his room, he wrapped himself in a quilt and fell asleep. When he saw a text message from Qinghe, he almost broke into a cold sweat. The text message was very simple, just one sentence, "I heard that the lord is going to summon you tomorrow, so be careful."

Meng Yanchi thought about it and couldn't figure out why the lord summoned him. Even if she asked, she probably wouldn't be able to say anything. Feng Yeshu's loss of the B family's endorsement is indeed serious. But how did the tail of the typhoon come to me?

With this kind of doubt, Meng Yanchi finally fell asleep. When he woke up, he saw that the lantern outside the inn had been taken off. The lantern that had been hung all night was a bit foggy and wet from the dew in the morning. It was Jiangnan. The most typical climate in the early morning.

Anling summoned Meng Yanchi very early, the crew had breakfast and were packing their luggage for HD. Meng Yanchi didn't sleep well last night, so he stood and chatted with Qinghe when he was full. Anling He walked over with a smile and said, "Xiao Meng."

Meng Yanchi never expected that he would choose this time to summon him, Qinghe would not dare to stay longer, and immediately retreated under the pretext of having something to do, "Mr. Anling, good morning."

"Just finished eating, accompany me to the Misty Rain Corridor behind Wanggui?"

Hearing his tone, Meng Yanchi only felt that the danger was approaching, but knowing that there were tigers on the mountain, he couldn't escape even if he wanted to, so he could only nod with a wry smile, "Then I will lead the way for you."

An Lingping walked slowly all the way, "Xiao Meng, tell me, this morning in the south of the Yangtze River always makes people feel beautiful, right?"

Meng Yanchi nodded, and led him for a walk on the Misty Rain Corridor. An Ling took his time and said, "What you see with your eyes, eat with your lips, and smell with your nose are all scenery, but always It's a pity that you can't take the scenery back, eh?"

Meng Yanchi was somewhat inexplicable by his words, raised his eyes to look forward, only to find that Feng Yeshu was leaning on the Misty Rain Corridor to watch the scenery, he was leaning there half asleep, earphones still plugged in, The side face looks very handsome in the foggy weather in the morning.Young master, what do you mean by this sentence...?

An Lingping continued to walk, walked up to Feng Yeshu, reached out and patted his shoulder, "Yeshu."

Feng Yeshu was suddenly patted, but he lost his usual sensitivity at all. Instead, he turned his head a little sluggishly, with the ignorance and moistness in his eyes of someone who was woken up, "By... Mr. Ping?"

"Why don't you go in and sleep?" An Ling asked with a smile, reaching out to rub Feng Yeshu's head.

"Oh..." Hearing that there was nothing important, Feng Yeshu put on the headphones again, looking at Meng Yanchi with a bit of grievance in his eyes, "Donglai won't let me in. He's packing things inside."

An Lingping laughed out loud, "Then I'll ask someone to buy you a blanket, and you can continue to sleep."

Feng Yeshu nodded in bewilderment, An Lingping waved his hand to ask an inn attendant next to him to fetch a blanket for Feng Yeshu, and then asked Meng Yanchi to continue walking.

Seeing how he took care of Feng Yeshu, Meng Yanchi finally understood why this lord came to him, presumably he must have crossed the line, right?

"Actually...the scenery is so beautiful, just looking at it makes me feel satisfied."

An Lingping didn't answer, just kept walking, turned around until the end of the Misty Rain Corridor, "Xiao Meng is content, not bad."

Meng Yanchi sighed deeply, not because he was satisfied, but because most of the things he liked gave him too little response. If he didn't put his hopes at the lowest level, he might be the only one who would be crushed to pieces, just like now, even if he has a little more Stretch out your hand, if you want to touch Feng Yeshu's world, you will have many hardships.

When they walked back, they saw that Feng Yeshu was still at the door from before, and there was a sound of pinging, pang, pang, and packing up from the door. It was a blessing that Feng Yeshu was able to wrap a blanket outside the door where Ji Donglai moved. Sleep soundly.

That blanket probably belonged to a certain girl, and there was a big picture of a bear printed on the door, and Feng Yeshu used it to wrap himself like a curled up stuffed animal.The hair is soft, the eyebrows are black, and he is as quiet as a child.

Yan Chi's heart ached, as if the softest place had been poked deeply by a needle, he wanted to go over and cover him with his clothes like in his previous life, but the adult beside him made a With a quiet gesture, he shook his head slightly and turned away.

Ye Shu, I wish you a sweet dream.

Meng Yanchi gave him a few more nostalgic glances, wanting to keep his appearance in his heart more, no matter how much pain I will have in the future, at least I don't want to regret it when I can get closer now.