Xiao Zuojing became popular after falling in love with her ex

Let's all stay calm.

The idea of ​​personal battles directly confuses everyone.

Zhong Guan was surprised: "We make money and spend it ourselves?"

"No." Zhang Feixiang continued to explain: "Guests are still divided into three groups according to their families, but today's task needs to be completed by two people in each group."

"For example, if Jian Cong is going to collect stamps, Fu Wenzhou needs to make money."

"In the end, the money earned by each group can be used to cover the rent, and then the number of stamp collections will determine how much supplies we give you. The starlight coins in the supply package cannot be used to pay rent, but can be used to buy and sell ingredients."

Everyone probably understood, anyway, the meaning is to let two people complete the task separately.

Jian Cong pondered for a moment and asked, "How much is our rent per night? What are the supplies you provide?"

"The rent is two hundred a day and one night." Zhang Feixiang emphasized: "Only the cash you earn today can cover the rent, and the material package provided by the program group will include ingredients and starlight coins, and of course there are some special rewards, such as Rent Offset Vouchers."

"Rent offset voucher?"

"This is a special benefit that can only be obtained by collecting a certain number of stamps, but we will not talk about how many teachers' signatures need to be collected. Anyway, the more the better."

That is, if someone gets a rent offset, they can keep the money they earn that day.

"Everyone can keep the money they earn and wait until the end to exchange it for Starlight Coins, or they can exchange it when they come back."

"Other rules remain the same. Guests are still not allowed to give supplies to each other, nor can they cooperate during missions, but they can use Starlight Coins to buy ingredients or other things from other guests after returning to the cabin tonight."

Of course, everyone can ignore the rules of the program group, but after all, it is a program recording, and everyone should give the director and screenwriter a little face.

The main thing about their program is "love", and the tasks are secondary, so everyone will not be entangled in the tasks, and they will come as they are arranged by the program group later.

So after the meal, everyone chatted about the tasks ahead while doing styling.

Zhong Guan and Miao Chan's group is Miao Chan collecting stamps, and Zhong Guan goes out to find a job to make money.

Because the stamp collection this time is dealing with famous cultural figures, Qu Banyan spontaneously handed over the task of collecting stamps to Li Yuanyang, and she went out to work by herself.

Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou here are of course Fu Wenzhou going out to work. Everyone is not surprised at all. After all, how could Fu Wenzhou let Jian Cong really go out to work?

Jian Cong didn't care what he was doing, he just asked Fu Wenzhou, "Then where shall we have lunch?"

"Do you have anything to eat?"

"Let's eat something unique."

Fu Wenzhou thought for a while, and said, "I know there's a good noodle restaurant. Let's meet there around twelve o'clock?"

"Okay, you can send me the address."

Jian Cong responded casually, and then he paused again, looking sideways at Fu Wenzhou: "Have you been here before?"

Fu Wenzhou nodded: "I was here before high school."

Jian Cong was stunned, and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

He was Fu Wenzhou whom he met in Wushi No. [-] Middle School when he was in high school, so he took it for granted that Fu Wenzhou was from Wushi.

Therefore, after knowing Fu Wenzhou's life experience, he has been avoiding mentioning things related to Wushi.

But he never expected that Luo City was where Fu Wenzhou's painful memories were.

Fu Wenzhou smiled, and said softly, "I'm already half a local, and I'll take you out for a stroll after the recording is over."

Jian Cong pursed his lips. He didn't say that he often came here because of his grandparents, but nodded silently.

【Eh?Is Brother Fu actually from Los Angeles? 】

[Isn't Brother Fu the number one scholar in science in Wushi?I always thought Brother Fu was from Wushi. 】

[Maybe I moved, I only went to Wushi when I was in high school. 】

[Is it just me who thinks the current young master is so cute and cute? Hahaha. 】

Jian Cong didn't speak anymore, and let Xiaomeng do his hair in silence, while Fu Wenzhou turned and went into the dressing room to change.

A few minutes later, Fu Wenzhou came out wearing the black Hanfu Jian Cong had chosen for him.

Hanfu is not a wide-sleeved gown, but a strong suit.

The wrists and a section of the forearm are wrapped around the wrists, the placket is slanted, the hem of the jacket is long to the thigh, and a delicate belt around the waist draws out his thin and shapely waistline.

Further down, his straight long legs are hidden in the loose trousers, and the boots extend from his calves all the way down, visually making his legs seem longer.

Fu Wenzhou walked up to Jian Cong. Jian Cong looked him up and down, and nodded with satisfaction: "It looks good, I have really good eyesight."

Fu Wenzhou just laughed, sat down beside him again, and said, "It's fine if you think it looks good."

This provocative sentence directly set the audience on fire, and the whole screen was full of "ahhhhhhhhh".

Jian Cong looked at the camera with some feeling, his small eyes were smart and cute, and many fans became mom fans and aunt fans directly.

Regardless of whether Jian Cong was older than them, they all yelled "Mom loves you" and "Hug Auntie" and so on.

Fortunately, Jian Cong couldn't see it, otherwise they would have to teach them a lesson.

Jian Cong originally planned to wear the blue long-sleeved gown, but when he thought about running around to do tasks, he thought it would be more convenient to wear the same one as Fu Wenzhou.

So he also took a white Hanfu that was about the same size as Fu Wenzhou's and went into the dressing room.

His hair is all combed up today, with a short ponytail tied high, sideburns and broken hair hanging in a "messy" way, it's Xiaomengfei who set him up all morning.

In order not to make Jian Cong's face look too delicate with this hairstyle, Xiao Meng designed his makeup to be tougher.

So when he changed his clothes and came out, everyone seemed to have directly seen the knight who had traveled from ancient times.

The image of the young man in fresh clothes and angry horse immediately froze.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes lit up, his astonishment was undisguised.

"Wow! Brother Cong's look really suits you!" Annie covered her mouth excitedly.

Xiaomeng hurriedly pulled her to go out, and said: "Then what, we two go out first, and you two come out to do the task after packing up."

After saying that, she took Annie out of the bedroom and closed the door for them intimately.

[Sisters understand so well, hahaha! 】

[Give me the world of two people, please let the two brothers play freely! /Shashasha/]

Jian Cong laughed and said, "The two of them are so grown up, why are they not stable at all."

But Fu Wenzhou understood their good intentions, walked up to Jian Cong in one step at a time, and carried her into his arms skillfully and naturally.

Jian Cong's heart skipped a beat, and then he heard Fu Wenzhou whisper in his ear: "It's so beautiful."

Jian Cong pursed his lips, and said firmly: "I know you're looking at my skin."

"No." Fu Wenzhou's lips brushed against his neck in a nonchalant way, causing a shudder.

Jian Cong couldn't take it anymore, and hurried out of his arms, and said with red ears: "No, no, anyway, I have a crush on your face."

Fu Wenzhou smiled and said, "Then I have to thank this face very much."

".." Jian Cong glared at him, then turned his head to look at the camera, and explained: "Let me tell you in advance, I only wore clothes similar to his for the convenience of doing tasks, and definitely not for the sake of being like him." body."

Fu Wenzhou laughed out loud immediately, and the barrage was filled with "hahaha".

Jian Cong looked at Fu Wenzhou, to see that he was really smiling happily, instead of just pretending to be fine before letting go.

Looking at each other, Fu Wenzhou instantly understood the meaning in his eyes, and his heart felt a little hot.

He did avoid this city before, and felt that everything here was not worth recalling, but after meeting Jian Cong, he didn't think so.

If he hadn't wanted to escape here, he wouldn't have asked the principal to transfer to Wushi, and he wouldn't have met Jian Cong at the stadium just to make money, nor would he have been alumni with Jian Cong for three years.

He was born in darkness, but also met his own light because of the darkness.

Now by chance, Jian Cong came here with him, but Fu Wenzhou was not as cowardly as he imagined. He even thought about all the delicious and interesting things here. He must take Jian Cong to relax. Play for two days.

And he said that he lived here when he was a child, not to make Jian Cong feel sorry for him, but now knowing that Jian Cong was deliberately making him happy, Fu Wenzhou still felt unimaginable joy and joy.

What could be more satisfying than knowing that your loved one is also trying to love you?

Fu Wenzhou's gaze was too hot, and Jian Cong's heart beat faster and faster under his stare.

When the heart rate reached a peak, Jian Cong suddenly raised his hand to hold Fu Wenzhou, and then took two quick steps to lead him into the locker room.

The door was closed, and the unlit dressing room was pitch black.

But Jian Cong, who had taken the initiative to pull people just now, was hugged by Fu Wenzhou the moment he entered the door, and then his back was stuck to the hard door panel, and Fu Wenzhou's palm was resting on the back of his head.

Jian Cong choked for breath, and subconsciously grabbed the cloth on Fu Wenzhou's shoulder: "Fu..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his lips were kissed by the person in front of him, and his teeth fell apart in an instant. The deep and passionate kiss directly deprived Jian Cong of his last sanity.

His hands climbed onto Fu Wenzhou's shoulders, and his waist was tightly encircled by the other's arms.

Black deprives them of sight, but invisibly magnifies their other perceptions.

The panting/breathing sound in the ear, the temperature of the body clinging to the other person, and the fingertips of the other person restrainedly touching the body, everything became extremely clear.

After an unknown amount of time, Jian Cong's lips were finally let go, but immediately after, Fu Wenzhou's fiery kiss fell on his ear, and slowly reached down to his Adam's apple.

Relying on memory, Fu Wenzhou kissed that little cinnabar mole lightly over and over again.

Jian Cong's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his breathing became much heavier.

He bit his lip and endured, until Fu Wenzhou began to grind lightly with the tips of his teeth, he finally couldn't help pushing him, and said softly, "Don't leave a mark."

Fu Wenzhou gave an "um", then kissed his lips again.

This time the kiss was no longer the violent storm just now, but extremely lingering and gentle.

Jane Cong: ".."

His cheeks flushed, he couldn't bear to push Fu Wenzhou away, and said shamefully, "You, you calm down."

He understands that they are now at an age when they are full of firepower, but now is obviously not the time to get angry, what the hell is Fu Wenzhou getting excited about!

Fu Wenzhou laughed lowly, his voice a little hoarse, and said, "I'm sorry."

"No one apologizes with a smile." Jian Cong continued to be ashamed while making complaints. He didn't turn on the light, and said, "Just stand there and calm down."

"What about you?"

"I...I'm here to stay calm and calm."

Fu Wenzhou laughed out loud immediately, Jian Cong held back his laughter for two seconds, and cursed, "Shut up, Fu Wenzhou."

"it is good."

The ambiguous atmosphere just now was dispelled by these two sentences, and the two stood in the dark and calmed down. After 3 minutes, Jian Cong opened the door and walked out.

He first went to the bathroom to look in the mirror, Fu Wenzhou was still sensible, there was nothing unusual except that the moles on his mouth and neck were a little red.

He didn't plan to wait for Fu Wenzhou, but went straight downstairs to go out, because he didn't really want to see Fu Wenzhou in the clear sky right now.

And because he was "guilty of being a thief", he didn't pay much attention to the staff downstairs and Zhong Guan and Miao Chan who hadn't left the house yet, so he also missed everyone's wonderful expressions.

If the people in the program group were still restrained, then the audience in front of the screen went crazy one after another.

[Ah, ah, isn't there the material for the midnight show!Come on guys! 】

[The X tension between these two people is really amazing, those gasps and kissing sounds really sent me away in place! 】

[The poor young master must not know that although they dodged the camera, they did not dodge the radio. 】

That's right, both Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou forgot that they were wearing mics, so they didn't know that their thought-secret kiss in the locker room was actually broadcast directly.

Jian Cong took his photographer out of the alley, and took a look at the map.

The closest place above is Yehe Park, and Jian Cong also knows about Yehe Park.

When he was young, he often went to play with his grandfather, which recorded many poems and paintings left by ancient literati.

"Then let's go to this Yehe Park first." Jian Cong showed the camera a map.

When he is alone, he still has a sense of variety, and he will interact with the camera from time to time.

"I don't know which famous person I can meet."

"Why am I a little nervous all of a sudden? Is this what it feels like to do the task by myself?"

"Tsk, I hope the task is not too difficult."

Although Jian Cong can't see the barrage, he can probably know what the fans will say. They must follow his words and play the barrage with a super high degree of cooperation.

But what he didn't know was that the group of sailors and black fans Bai Qingxin was looking for came again.

[Which celebrity did you see?It's as if you've seen it and recognized it. 】

[When I see someone in a while, I'm probably going to be confused hahaha. 】

[Didn't you say that this issue is related to culture?If the task of the program group has nothing to do with culture, is it a scam? 】

Yesterday's water army was to test the waters, so Jian Cong's fans could handle it completely.

But today's trolls and black fans are coming in menacingly, the number is so large that fans can't react.

Of course, these are not only black fans and trolls, but also many fans of other artists.

Recently, Jian Cong's popularity is too high, and many people are already jealous, and they are all waiting for Jian Cong to have a problem.

And the purpose of this group of people is also very clear, that is to force Jian Cong fans to say that Jian Cong will definitely be able to slap his face.

Anyway, in their opinion, Jian Cong is an art student in the acting department, no matter how strong his culture class is, he can't be much better.

Besides, Jian Cong has graduated for two or three years, so what he learned should have been returned to the teacher.

Jian Cong didn't know that there were so many people on the Internet waiting to see him having fun, so he rode a shared bicycle and went to the park according to his memory.

Los Angeles is a tourist city all year round, and there are countless celebrities and entertainers who have come here, so it is not surprising that Jian Cong is so careless.

He even met several fans on the way, but after Jian Cong's appearance at the Hanfu shop last time, the fans learned it all, and they didn't get along no matter how excited they were.

Three or five of them stood on the side of the road, and when they saw Jian Cong, they waved to him, and then shouted in unison: "May the young master and Brother Fu grow old together!"

Jian Cong smiled and said, "Isn't the wish too simple?"

A few people paused, and then began to babble nonsense idioms, such as "entering the bridal chamber early" and "three poles in the sun" all jumped out.

"Stop, stop." Jian Cong regretted that extra sentence just now.

Several people couldn't help laughing, and said in unison: "Come on, young master, we love you."

Jian Cong waved his hand: "Understood, goodbye."

In less than 10 minutes, Jian Cong arrived at the park. There were many people in the park, most of whom were wearing Hanfu and cheongsam.

And when Jian Cong arrived here, Fu Wenzhou on the other end finally set off.

[The dual-screen mode is really an outstanding invention. It's really cool to see the young master on the left and Brother Fu on the right. 】

[The young master is already here, did Brother Fu calm down hahaha! 】

After Jian Cong parked the car and looked around, he saw the logo and camera of the program group, but he was not sure who the artist he was looking for was, let alone whether the other party had agreed to record the program.

"I remember there is a poetry gallery here, let's try our luck there." Jian Cong said to the camera.

The photographer clicked on the camera to interact with him instead of the fans.

The two went to the corridor, and met many passers-by who knew Jian Cong on the way. They all greeted Jian Cong kindly, and Jian Cong responded one by one.

Soon, the poetry corridor entered the screen, and Jian Cong also saw more cameras of the program group.

"It seems that I am lucky. The teacher here should have been greeted by Zhang Feixiang."

As Jian Cong said, he suddenly stopped and made a careful identification.

At this end of the corridor, there is a group of people around, and in the middle of the crowd is a hale and hearty old man with silver hair.

The old man was wearing a loose Tai Chi suit, and there was a desk in front of him. He was writing something on paper with a brush in his hand.

With a single stroke, the crowd around the audience applauded and cheered.

Jian Cong was immediately shocked, this is a well-deserved boss in the calligraphy circle, how could the program group have the ability to invite him?

He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to the camera and said, "It's Mr. Huang Sheng, isn't he the person we're looking for?"

[Huang Sheng?Who is going to explain who this is?Could it be that Jian Cong made it up by himself? 】

[Is the black fan crazy?What did the young master make up people's names for? 】

[The program group is really interesting. This is obviously a question for Jian Cong, right?He really deserves to be the son of the program group. 】

The black acid barrage still hasn't decreased. Seeing that they are disobedient, the fans ignored them and focused on sending other barrages to cover up the black acid.

Jian Cong tidied up his clothes, and then said to the photographer: "I'll go and ask if it's him first, and if so, I'll call you over."

The photographer nods.

Jian Cong walked to the middle of the surrounding people, and then walked to the middle while saying "sorry".

Huang Sheng noticed him at a glance, there was no way, the young man was so tall and handsome that he was too conspicuous.

"Mr. Huang." Jian Cong smiled gently, shook hands with the other party politely and said, "Hello teacher, my name is Jian Cong, may I bother you?"

Huang Sheng looks like a smiling face, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a calm demeanor.

He shook hands with Jian Cong and said with a smile, "Little Jane, I know you. My granddaughter likes you very much recently."

Jian Cong said, "It's an honor."

"You're recording a show, right?" Huang Sheng looked at the photographer not far away, secretly praising the politeness of the kids nowadays, who knew how to let the photographer wait behind when they came up to say hello.

Jian Cong nodded: "Yes, teacher, are you our guest?"

"I'm not." Huang Sheng laughed, "I just came here for a stroll today."

Jian Cong was taken aback, because he found that Huang Sheng did not seem to be lying, and there was no need to lie.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I mistook the person." Jian Cong immediately apologized.

Huang Sheng smiled and said, "It's okay, but are you looking for someone?"

Jian Cong then asked: "It's the task of the program group. I need to find some artists in specific places and sign them for me."

"That's it, what are the requirements?" Huang Sheng smiled and said, "I'm well-known in the calligraphy circle, how about I sign one for you?"

Huang Sheng's name is not well-known in the calligraphy circle, he is a pure master of art, the kind who is worth a thousand words.

Even Jian Cong's father's study room has two paintings of Huang Sheng's calligraphy, which were bought at a charity auction.

Jian Cong said pleasantly: "Of course, thank you teacher."

"But I have one condition."

"You say."

"You also sign my granddaughter, how about we sign for autographs?"

Jian Cong hesitated and said, "Are you sure? Your words are worth a fortune, and my signature is worthless."

Huang Sheng laughed loudly and said, "Be humble, kid. By the way, you can call your photographer over, and I'll take your heat too."

"You are the one who is really humble." Jian Cong said this sincerely.

For a person like Huang Sheng, the program team made money by being able to show a word on the show. Now that they show up with a face, the program team is even more profitable.

Jian Cong quickly figured out the key point. The program team probably heard that Huang Sheng was coming, so they put so many cameras here, waiting for "fools" like Jian Cong to go up and say hello. This is not forced by the program team. Do you have it directly?

While scolding Zhang Feixiang for his deep routine, he respectfully put the map paper in front of Huang Sheng.

It's just that this colorful map really doesn't match Huang Sheng's temperament. He wrote this: лf the map is all white.

"Teacher, isn't it too wasteful to write your words here?" Jian Cong said embarrassedly.

Huang Sheng just laughed: "Words were written for use in the first place. If I write these two words now and they can be useful to you, then my words are not wasted."

While talking, he picked up a fine brush and signed his name on the "Yehe Park" on the map.

The photographer's lens landed on the tip of Huang Sheng's pen, and as he walked and paused, even laymen could see the power in it.

Huang Sheng handed the pen to Jian Cong, and said, "Little Jane, just sign me on the paper."

People around shook their heads and sighed, and some even laughed and said, "The young man is so lucky that he got Huang Lao's signature in exchange."

Huang Sheng replied with a smile: "I exchange my signature for someone else's signature. This is an equivalent exchange."

He was making a rescue for Jian Cong, and Jian Cong accepted his kindness.

He dipped the ink, and then asked Huang Sheng, "Teacher, is it convenient for you to tell me your granddaughter's name, so I can write her a blessing."

Huang Sheng nodded: "Okay, her name is Huang Zhiyao, she is the Yao of Fairy Qiongyao. Just write a letter to wish her good health and success in the college entrance examination."

"okay."

All those present were calligraphy lovers, and when they saw Jian Cong's gesture of holding a pen, they were all interested.

"The young man's pen posture looks like he has practiced it?"

Jian Cong said modestly: "I learned it for a while when I was young."

Everyone was a little surprised, and the fans in front of the screen were also very surprised.

【Master, there are so many surprises that we don't know about!He even learned calligraphy! 】

[This is exactly the way a real young master is raised, everything will be really good. 】

[And the young master's indifference in the face of danger really surprised me. I have studied calligraphy for three or four years, but I really dare not write in front of Mr. Huang. 】

Some of the fans have heard of Huang Sheng's name, and what they don't know has been popularized. Therefore, they all know that Huang Sheng is really not an ordinary person, nor is it someone that the program group can invite.

And just now, the black fans attacked the program group for giving Jian Cong a thorough question, but now it is self-defeating.

Now when Jian Cong was about to write with a pen, he couldn't even use the brush because he had just eaten a deflated black powder.

It's just that they certainly won't give up Hei Jiancong so easily.

[So what if he has learned it, if he can still read it by only writing his own name, but he is not able to write to signs on his own, he will wait to write a bunch of elementary school fonts. 】

[I've seen the tricks in class. 】

【I can't wait to see what expressions the other teachers will have. Hahaha, I guess they want to laugh but can't because of their identity. 】

It's just that no matter what they say, Jian Cong doesn't know.

He has indeed learned calligraphy, but he has not written for a long time.

He first wrote two words on a piece of paper to find his feelings, but just these two words surprised everyone present.

"Have you really practiced?"

"Looking at the font, it's Hanyan font, right?"

"No way, Hanyan style is recognized as the most varied style of writing. Up to now, only Huang Lao and his top few people can write it."

Everyone chatted in low voices, but their interest in Jian Cong grew stronger.

Huang Sheng was also a little surprised, he looked at Jian Cong again.

Although he is a star, he has a dignified temperament, and his behavior is polite but neither humble nor overbearing. His respect is true, but it does not make people feel distant.

Coupled with the random strokes he wrote just now, Huang Sheng's impression of him was directly raised by a degree.

Jian Cong ignored the disturbance from the outside world. After he found the feeling, he spread the paper, dipped the tip of the pen with ink, and wrote three lines on the paper in a flowing manner.

[Gift to Huang Zhiyao——Healthy body, successful college entrance examination.Signed: Jian Cong]

Jian Cong put away his pen, and then took a closer look at his own handwriting, and then said a little embarrassedly: "It's really a step backward, I hope the teacher doesn't mind."

Huang Sheng picked up the piece of paper and looked at it carefully, then laughed out loud.

He put the paper back again and showed it to everyone.

"Good words." Huang Sheng patted Jian Cong's shoulder, his eyes couldn't hide his appreciation: "The shape is indeed a little thinner, but the soul is still in the bones. It can be seen that it has been practiced hard."

"You've been praised."

"The handwriting is really good, don't waste it in the future." Huang Sheng asked again: "I don't know if you have worshiped the master?"

Jian Cong nodded: "Thank you, it's Teacher He Lan."

He Lan is his grandmother, in fact, it is not a serious apprenticeship, but when he was a child, his grandfather wanted to guide him to draw, and his grandmother taught him to write by the way.

It's just that although he is smart, he is indeed inferior to Li Yuanyang in the field of art, so Li Yuanyang is the serious successor of the two of them.

"So it's Mr. He." Huang Sheng said the honorific directly.

Others looked at Jian Cong with envy and disbelief, but someone quickly realized, "Mr. He Lan has three apprentices in name, and one of them has never shown up. Could it be Mr. Jian?" ?”

Jian Cong said with a smile: "No, I don't live up to it. I can be regarded as an outer disciple, so I won't embarrass her by coming out."

He said it humbly, but even the so-called "outer disciples" are opportunities that many people can't meet.

Everyone pestered Jian Cong to chat for a while, but the fans and anti-fans in front of the screen were all dumbfounded. They thought that Jian Cong was already very good at knowing Huang Sheng, but they didn't expect him to write such a difficult Han Yan style.

Just when everyone thought he was powerful enough, he was able to continue bombing everyone.

He Lan's disciple, released with this identity, is enough to make Jian Cong lead the circle by how many people.

Hot search topics about him were also quickly arranged, such topics as #见颜是赫兰者子#, #见雄应有多少奇迹#, #见雄写寒烟体# and other topics do not need to be bought by Hao Xian, everyone spontaneously The ground brushed up the heat.

Jian Cong chatted with everyone for more than ten minutes, and then left when he saw that the time was almost up.

On the other side, Fu Wenzhou and others also started their missions, and their related topics were also very popular. Of course, Fu Wenzhou was the most popular among them.

Because the job he was looking for was to play drums for the dragon and lion dance teams in the characteristic ancient streets.

He found a job purely by brushing his face, but when he played the drums, everyone was surprised to find that he played really well, as if he had practiced.

The steward of the lion dance team was a middle-aged man in his 40s. He stared at Fu Wenzhou for a while, then leaned over during his break, and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Fu, have we met before?"

Fu Wenzhou took a sip of water, turned off the microphone casually, and then smiled faintly at the steward: "I still wonder when you will recognize me."

"Are you really that kid from the old Zhao's family?" The steward looked him up and down, and said, "I kind of resembled you when I saw you on TV, but your name has changed, and you look much better than when you were a child."

Fu Wenzhou nodded, and said, "I changed my name after I left here."

As for looking good, it is purely because he no longer has those terrible bruises on his face, and of course his eyes and face will no longer be swollen into "steamed buns".

The steward sighed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, it's really good now."

"By the way, many people on this street received inexplicable remittances three years ago. Did you give them?"

Fu Wenzhou nodded: "I just want to thank you for taking care of me when I was young."

"Sigh." The steward didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder and said, "Seeing that you are doing well now, we are also relieved."

He didn't mention the money again, and with Fu Wenzhou's temperament, he definitely wouldn't want to go back.

And to the current Fu Wenzhou, that money is really nothing, and it was even Fu Wenzhou who invested in this street when it was transformed into such a popular ancient street.

Of course, their dragon and lion dance skills have always been there, and it is also Fu Wenzhou's favorite job.

Because the father who was in charge at that time was still in charge now, and he gave money generously and also paid for food. Most importantly, Fu Wenzhou only had a chance to vent his violent emotions when he was beating the drums.

Jian Cong's next mission was a bit far away, so he took a taxi with the photographer.

"This stop is the Chinese Painting Pavilion." Jian Cong said with a smile, "We may meet Li Yuanyang at this stop."

He stared at the map for two seconds, and suddenly smiled: "Actually, I can ask him to sign one for me, right? He can be regarded as an artist after all, right?"

[Hahaha, master, you are too witty! 】

[You guys watched Yang Yang’s live broadcast, I laughed so hard, he went to a martial arts competition in another field hahaha! 】

[The competition is over, the competition is over, the defeat is complete, Yang Yang is strong and Yang Yang will not cry. 】

[Hey, hey, the young master really guessed, Yang Yang is also going to come to the Chinese Painting Pavilion!expect! 】

As the name suggests, the Chinese Painting Pavilion is a viewing area with traditional Chinese paintings as its selling point. In fact, it is roughly the same as a park, but there are many well-arranged pavilions.

Each pavilion is as big as a room and decorated in different ways, many of which are hundreds of years old.

Now it is catching up with the Chinese painting season in Los Angeles, and painters from all over the country are here to join in the fun.

The traditional Chinese painting pavilions are the first choice for gatherings. Now, if you look at them, you will find that these pavilions display the pictures drawn by the bigwigs of Los Angeles in the form of photos, and there are many traditional Chinese painting lovers around.

This time, Jian Cong and the others finally ran into the master of Chinese painting who was greeted by the program group, but Jian Cong was a bit weak this time.

Because he passed by this peony pavilion twice, but he didn't find anyone who could be called "everyone" in the pavilion.

It wasn't until the third time that he finally recognized a face with some impression.

"Hello, are you Teacher Shi Hongyun?" Jian Cong asked hesitantly.

Shi Hongyun glanced at him, and asked nonchalantly, "Doing the task?"

Jian Cong confirmed that it was him, and said, "Yes, what is the mission?"

"Is this how you talk to seniors?"

"Huh?" Jian Cong was puzzled.

Shi Hongyun snorted coldly.

He has always been displeased with these Israeli servants, let alone this man named Jian Cong, who even bullied his nephew Bai Qingxin.

Competing for resources and men with his favorite nephew, and constantly getting involved with a group of wealthy young people, it doesn't look serious at first glance.

Not to mention that he deliberately passed in front of him twice just now and pretended not to recognize him. With his name, even those who are not in the Chinese painting circle will be terrified of him.

And this Jian Cong deliberately made such an insult to him, so he has to give him a good class today.

The author says:

It's late, it's late, but this chapter is super fat, with more than 9000!

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