Chapter 304: Dong Shi imitates Zhang Nachuan's bad temper
Chapter 304: Dongshi imitates Zhang Nachuan’s bad temper
“I’m afraid it’s going to rain today!”
On the short walk from the hotel to the TV station opposite, Suyi looked up at the sky above him. It was gloomy and depressing, and he frowned and came to a conclusion.
Lu Zhengzheng was holding one hand by Xu Ling'an and took out her mobile phone with the other, "I just checked the weather forecast, it's a thunderstorm."
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed the gaze of Sister Xixi next to her. She quickly put down her phone and said, "Walk well, walk well."
Fortunately, after entering the TV station, the air conditioning is powerful and a refreshing feeling hits my face.
Suyi couldn't help but sigh in comfort. Although the border town where she lived was remote and backward, at least it was cool in summer.
I really can’t get used to the sultry weather here in the imperial capital.
I just hope that today’s recording can be done inside this TV station and no more outdoor scenes.
Qian Yaya made her aunt unhappy when she went back last night. She went out very early this morning and has been sitting in the hall for a while.
Hearing several footsteps approaching from far away, he quickly moved his eyes away from the phone screen and looked up.
A touch of light and gentle azure color suddenly rippled in front of my eyes.
After seeing the person clearly, she subconsciously raised a smile and waved: "Teacher Jiang!"
Yesterday I learned ink making with the old master, and the two of them had a bit of a friendship as classmates.
Anyway, Qian Yaya felt that she and Jiang Lingxi had established some kind of friendship, so they naturally had to take the initiative to say hello when they met.
Jiang Lingxi saw the little girl's energetic smile so early in the morning, and waved in response, and asked casually: "How long have you been here?"
"It won't take long, Teacher Jiang, sit down," Qian Yaya asked Jiang Lingxi to sit on the sofa next to her. She couldn't help but look at the azure color that made her feel more comfortable. She couldn't help but admire it. He said, "Teacher Jiang, your outfit looks great, even better than the light gray dress yesterday!"
“Do you like this style?”
"Hmm," Qian Yaya nodded while moving her gaze to Jiang Lingxi's hair that was randomly picked up with a clip, "I think you don't need to move your hair when styling it today. It will look great this way. There’s something lazy and casual about the suit.”
Jiang Lingxi touched the clip that Xu Ling'an chose for her before going out in the morning, "I think this is good too."
“Yeah, haha!”
The suggestion was accepted, Qian Yaya’s eyes turned into slits with a smile.
What broke the pleasant conversation between the two was a sudden intrusion of a voice, which sounded artificially low in the ears: "Hi, Yaya, morning, morning, Teacher Jiang."
The two people who were chatting turned their heads to look over.
Jiang Lingxi glanced across Jing Huai's face with a slight smile, nodded slightly, and her eyes fell on the gray silk embroidered shirt he was wearing on his upper body, and his brows furrowed slightly.
For a moment, I was really not sure whether this person did it on purpose or not.
Shen Yunqing had just worn a gray embroidered silk dress yesterday, and the next day she saw something similar in color and style, which really made her think more about it.
Don't tell me, Jing Huai's outfit today was really intentional. But it wasn't because of Shen Yunqing. He only met Shen Yunqing in the cafeteria last night. At that time, his focus was on Xu Qingmei's unknown reason for getting angry. He really didn't pay attention to the color and style of clothes Shen Yunqing was wearing at that time.
He will wear this one specially today. First of all, this clothes is a gift from Xu Qingmei. This is the first time he has received Xu Qingmei's intimate clothes.
Secondly, he felt that Xu Qingmei gave him this dress because she thought he would look better wearing it. Otherwise, he couldn't let him deliberately look ugly to disgust himself.
With these two guesses, when he went out early this morning, he decisively pushed away the clothes that the team stylist had already matched for him and changed into a gray shirt that he thought Xu Qingmei would like more.
Although Qian Yaya was a little disillusioned and disappointed with her idol yesterday because of her handwriting, she had liked Jing Huai for such a long time and had invested a lot of affection in it. Naturally, she could not let go of this feeling all at once. .
She selectively forgot about the calligraphy pen that she had pushed into the deepest part of the desk drawer. She stood up happily as usual and waved hello, "Brother Jinghuai, good morning." It was just that when she saw him He was wearing a gray shirt and looked at the gray sky outside the door of the TV station behind him. With the two sides superimposed, the clear and bright figure in his mind suddenly became a little more depressing.
In such a day, instead of wearing a bright color, you have to compete with the gloomier sky hanging over everyone's head. This is not the best way to be low-key!
What does Jinghuai’s brother’s styling team do for a living?
On the other side, Lu Zhengzheng and Xu Ling'an also noticed Jinghuai's appearance today. They sat in the corner and whispered to each other.
“An An, do you think the clothes Jing Huai is wearing today look familiar to you?”
Xu Ling'an nodded slightly, and then replied in a breathy voice: "I will follow my example."
Zhengzheng looked at her in surprise, "You have a sharp mouth. You pretended to be pretty good before."
Xu Lingan pursed her lips and smiled sheepishly.
Lu Zhengzheng glanced over a few more times, feeling that her status as a fan of Jinghuai Road was on the verge of danger.
She originally became a fan of the real person because of the TV series played by Jing Huai, mainly because she liked this persona.
But now back to reality, the more she got to know the real person, the more disillusioned she felt.
“I have to say, your description is quite accurate. If you imitate others, who is ugly and who is embarrassed!”
As he said these words, Lu Zhengzheng also heard the sound of the already mottled filter in his heart belonging to Jing Huai completely shattered at this moment.
Seeing that it was almost eight o'clock, the other three guests and their assistants also hurried over.
Lin Nuo and Shen Hechen were in good condition. One was habitually silent and the other was quiet with strangers. After the two arrived, they sat on the sofa to rest.
Shen Hechen looked at Jiang Lingxi several times, but in the end he still didn't say hello alone in front of everyone around him.
Lu Sen, who arrived last, looked a little listless. Even the bright green short-sleeved shirt he was wearing could not save his desolate expression.
With him like this, even Shen Hechen couldn't help but reach out and pat his shoulder, "What's wrong with you?"
“Don’t mention it, I received a piece of news early this morning,” Lu Sen pursed his lips bitterly, “It’s about today’s recording.”
Shen Hechen was quite interested when he heard the words, "Oh, come and listen."
Lu Sen wiped his face and said, "Do you know Mr. Zhang Nachuan?"
"This is no nonsense. Who is a contemporary national treasure-level calligrapher and painter? Who doesn't know about traditional Chinese painting?" Shen Hechen couldn't help but roll his eyes at him, and then his eyes lit up as he thought of something, "We are not going to attend Zhang Family's event today. A private calligraphy and painting museum? I’ve always wanted to go there, but it’s a pity that Mr. Zhang has rarely opened his museum in recent years!”
Seeing the excitement of his new friend, Lu Sen pulled his lips and nodded, "Then your wish may really come true this time. But don't be too happy. Today's trip is not just for a visit, Mr. Zhang has requirements. , will give us questions.”
“Set the question in person? This is really, what a surprise.”
Lu Sen looked at the increasingly excited Shen Hechen, and his expression suddenly became indescribable.
“Let me remind you that Mr. Zhang, whom you admire, has a bad temper. He doesn’t care whether we are recording a show. If you don’t answer well, just wait for criticism!”
Shen Hechen didn’t take this reminder seriously, “Old artists all have their own personalities.”
Lu Sen chuckled softly.
As a descendant who had the rare opportunity to face this old man face-to-face, he was also one of those who had a real experience of this old gentleman’s temper. He said that his temper was not very good, which is putting it mildly, but he had a very bad temper!
“Have you ever experienced being scolded and then going home and being autistic for a week?” He was so traumatized!
Shen Hechen: "...No, it's not that bad, right?"
(End of this chapter)