Mythical First Love Handbook

Jiang Caiting was not fooled by Yang Yi.After he got off work, he opened the first issue of "First Love" and read it. After reading it, he felt that his third brother was not helping him.

Just like that, just according to this attitude, where did the third brother come from to praise himself for his good move.No wonder I have to be willing to answer the progress of the two of them, I'm afraid Zhao Zhao's side is not optimistic.

Jiang Zeting sighed deeply as he thought about the time when Yang Yi was dying.I feel like I'm holding my brother's script and fucking my mother's heart.

Si Shaoliu, who is not optimistic, is carefully preparing a surprise confession for Yang Yi.

Everyone's tasks have been completed, and there is only one Si Shaoliu left.He Yingying rushed over to help a long time ago, He Xuanlin and Lin Mei arrived at the venue prepared by Si Shaoliu after finishing the filming, and began to make up and change clothes.

After everyone was dressed up and confirmed the process again, after making sure that the lines could be remembered roughly, Si Shaoliu sent a message to Yang Yi.

The Heavenly Palace has been shrouded in white mist and clouds all year round, with white jade as the steps and colored glaze as the roof, and the treasures from all over the world are just decorations on the eaves of the corners.

The place that Si Shaoliu rented temporarily had a good real scene, but how could it be more majestic than the Heavenly Palace back then, filled with immortal energy and filled with auspicious auspiciousness.He could only bring in dry ice, spread the ground, and barely make it look like a spotless sky.

When Yang Yi got out of the car, he saw a person in white clothes with wide sleeves coming.Yang Yi was in a daze for a moment.

The person who came had handsome features, and when he didn't speak or smile, he seemed quite deserted. When he came, he raised his hands, threw his feet, and showed elegance.Dressed in snow-white clothes, long hair like splashed ink is draped over the shoulders, rolling through the white mist, as if passing by the red dust, but without stopping.

Through his slender figure, Yang Yi looked for the appearance of the little fairy boy in the Heavenly Palace a hundred years ago.They were even a little familiar, as if they could recall Si Shaoliu's memory when they first met.There was a fleeting scene, Yang Yi subconsciously chased after him, but Si Shaoliu had already walked in front of him, and there was a flair in his raised eyebrows, that little fairy boy was nowhere to be found immediately.

Si Shaoliu made a bow, seeming to say: "The real king has finally arrived. The Heavenly Empress and the Immortal Family have been waiting for a long time to cleanse the dust for the real king."

Yang Yi was wearing a formal suit, and felt that he was quite out of place with the Tiangong he had dressed up this afternoon.

He didn't show it on the face, but he returned the gift of the same generation: "I'm sorry to wait for a long time. It's just that Yang has a dusty body, and the Emperor of Heaven and the Empress are on top. I'm afraid I will be impolite. Can I wait for Yang to change clothes before entering to plead guilty."

Photographer Fu saw that the two hadn't even entered the stage, and started acting first.Seeing the two of them answering each other with an old-fashioned taste, I sighed in my heart that the two have a tacit understanding, and Mr. Yang's acting skills can also be used in a play.

Si Shaoliu raised his hand to invite: "Today is the reception banquet for the real king, and the real king will not come, and all the immortals are waiting for the banquet. The immortals are waiting for you."

During the few nights when he came to help, he didn't have a serious meal, so he waited for Si Shaoliu to finish the filming. Fortunately, Si Shaoliu made a good deal of money here.They have even discussed where to eat, and they will go to eat after finishing the task.

Yang Yi cried and laughed, he admitted it.

"Thanks for the help of the immortal friend to lead the way. I don't know what family the immortal friend is from?"

Si Shaoliu replied: "Family teacher, Wenqu Xingjun of Tianquan Palace."

Yang Yi was in a trance again, if they had met in Tiangong earlier, they would probably have spoken like this.He couldn't help chuckling: "It turned out to be a student of Tianquan Palace."

"Don't dare to do it." Si Shaoliu led him to a seat.

Rows of people sitting in the hall are all extras wearing loose coats and sleeves, with fairy air.When Yang Yi entered the arena in this suit, he seemed out of place, as if he had traveled through time.

Yang Yi felt his eyes hurt for a moment, and he was about to suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Naturally, the Empress of Heaven sat at the highest place, and there was a vacant seat at the second table on the left side of the bottom row, which was obviously reserved for him.Yang Yi followed Si Shaoliu and found He Xuanlin, He Yingying and Lin Mei.

He Xuanlin was dressed as a scribe, He Yingying was dressed in men's clothes and sat with Lin Mei, and Lin Mei, a charming goddess, was dressed quite heroically.For a moment, Yang Yi couldn't tell which fairy they were playing, so he sat down in a daze.

Before his butt could sit still, He Xuanlin held up a wine glass and brought it over: "Tianquan Palace Wenqu He Zhenjun has returned victorious."

"Cough...cough cough cough..." Yang Yi was choked up by his own saliva.

Lin Mei sat at the second place at the first table, leaned over and said caringly, "What's wrong with the third one? Si Chen, come and have a look."

Lin Mei's script skills are very good, Si Shaoliu only gave them a general character design, let them watch the acting.Even when Lin Mei was watching the acting, she still looked like [-]% to [-]% of the time. Even the caring words showed no emotional ups and downs, and she was quite deserted. Only when she called the word "Si Chen" could she detect a subtle difference.

He Yingying gnawed on the grapes on the table, and after a while, she realized that she was calling herself. She spat out the grape skins, and happily agreed, "Hey."

As soon as he agreed, he found that he didn't fit his high-cold personality, quickly rubbed his face, lowered his voice, twisted his body and called out to Yang Yi: "Third brother."

Yang Yi's expression turned black and white, and finally he laughed out loud, his voice was bright and handsome.

"I won't call this brother." Yang Yi picked up the wine glass and filled it with wine, raised his glass as a signal, and then did it by himself.It's real wine, not high in alcohol.

He Yingying tilted her head, not knowing why.

Change back to yourself in a second: "Brother Yang, you can't do this, according to tonight's plot, I am Brother Si's father, your father-in-law, did you treat me like this?"

Lin Mei couldn't hold back anymore, and pulled He Yingying back: "You are his brother, Shaoliu is your son, then what?"

He Xuanlin answered: "Then it's a generational difference."

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Oh yes.

"Forget it, Brother Si's first love is his uncle, he's not in the same generation." He Yingying grabbed a grape, "I'll punish myself with one, and I'll do it. Feel free, everyone."

He Xuanlin silently added some more wine to Yang Yi, fearing that Yang Yi would be jealous, he said: "Brother Yang, Brother Si said, I have a huge surprise for you tonight."

In front of them are dancing dancers, the red yarn is flying, dancing very neatly.

He Xuanlin pointed: "Here it comes, you pay attention."

Yang Yi looked intently, and saw Si Shaoliu holding a seven-stringed guqin, Fuxi style, reddish, very similar to the one in Yang's house at first glance.Just this one, so new.

Si Shaoliu hugged the qin and crossed the flying red gauze, and the dancing fairies just stepped back to make way for him.

The snow-white brocade boots are hidden in the billowing smoke, the white robe and jade crown, and the red qin in plain hands.

Si Shaoliu has never played a peerless role, even if he played in a fairy tale drama, he would be a big devil and a big boos.In the eyes of He Yingying and others, it was the first time for him to pretend like this.

But no one would think it violated, on the contrary, it seemed like this should be like this.Peerless in the world, dressed in white and flawless, it looks like a ray of cold and bright moonlight from a distance.

For a moment, even Lin Mei couldn't tell whether Si Shaoliu was acting or just like that.

With a light expression on his face, his lips curled up in a seemingly invisible arc, and he walked to the front of the steps of the main hall, directly opposite Yang Yi, and saluted with his piano in his arms: "The Emperor of Heaven, the Queen of Heaven, and the Empress Dowager are here, and the Secretary of the Tianquan Palace, Shaoliu, made a triumphant return for He Zhenjun , present a song."

That is of course a must.

The dancers retreated gracefully one by one, and the staff dressed as fairy servants moved up the seats and stools and added the recovery equipment.Si Shaoliu arranged the guqin and sat down.

"This song has no name, and the lyrics are "Guofeng·Zhengfeng·Fengyu"."

"What the hell?" He Yingying blinked, "Brother Si is a bit high-powered, but his acting is really good. If he is willing to take on such a role, I can guarantee that his popularity will rise to a higher level, Yan Fen Swish, swish, it went up. It’s so fairy-like.”

Lin Mei was a little worried: "The director shouldn't have matched the music wrong, right? I see that in many TV dramas nowadays, Guqin, Guzheng, Xiao and Dizi can't be clearly distinguished, and they are mixed."

He Yingying comforted her: "It's okay, we are a variety show. To entertain the public, there is no need to be so particular."

Then the deep timbre of the guqin sounded, lingling, lingering, and the lingering sound was long.

Si Shaoliu's slender fingers landed on the strings of the piano, hooking and picking them like flying butterflies, flowing like clouds and flowing water without a trace of stagnation.

He sang: "The wind and rain are miserable, and the rooster crows and crows. When you see a gentleman, the cloud will not change."

He is used to singing operas, and when he opened his voice, he brought the softness and brightness of operas. He sang melodiously, with a long breath, expressing the joy and friendship in the lyrics through his undulating voice.

Amazing four.

"The wind and rain are blowing, the chickens are screaming..."

Si Shaoliu lowered his eyes and pressed the strings, and when he sang the words "I see a gentleman", he suddenly raised his head to look at Yang Yi.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Yi's gaze never left him.The four eyes met, and all of a sudden they all smiled, Si Shaoliu frowned, and all of a sudden the desolate fairy air disappeared, but the elegant and gentle temperament became more prominent.

As Yang Yi said, he is bookish.

Si Shaoliu lowered his eyes again, he was afraid of pressing the wrong string.God knows, he hasn't touched the piano for so many years, and he just practiced alone and made mistakes several times.Now... I dare to play the piece I composed and practiced now.

"...Yunhu doesn't get sick. The wind and rain are like darkness, and the rooster crows endlessly. Seeing a gentleman, Yunhu doesn't like it."

After seeing a gentleman, Yunhu was not happy.

It's all over with the music in the piano.

Yang Yi, how could I not be happy to meet you again after a long absence.

He Yingying spit out the grape skin and swallowed her saliva: "Sister, Brother Si is the Brother Si I know, right? Why do I think... Is he pierced by a soul? Let me go, him, why is he being tortured like this? Spraying on the Internet is ignorant and uncultivated! Is that so uncultivated!?"

"This, Brother Si will know, that needs to be known by others. None of you have heard the news about Brother Si revealing his talent, no. Brother Si didn't say it himself, or did he learn something new on purpose recently?" He Xuanlin guessed .

"It doesn't look like it." Lin Mei looked at Yang Yi, "Xiao Yang, what are you talking about. I played it for you, did you understand?"

Lin Mei brought the topic to Yang Yi. Yang Yi's eyelashes trembled, he drank another glass of wine, and said, "He used to play very well, but he just refused to play for many years."