Chapter 118 The difference between a bowl of noodles with scallion oil
Linxi Park.
This time, Lin Xiaqing was really walking with Chen Mo.
This made Qin Xiaoru very hurt.
Okay, the walk is just an excuse, so why is it serious this time?
"Drink some water."
Taking the other bottle of soda that Lin Xiaqing handed over, Chen Mo looked at Lin Xiaqing who was a little hazy in the moonlight.
"What are you looking at? I have flowers on my face."
Being watched by Chen Mo, Lin Xiaqing was a little shy.
Because it was very late and there were no people in the park, Lin Xiaqing was not fully armed.
Outside the golden suspenders, a simple gauze is put on.
"It's nothing, I'm just not used to seeing you outside without a windbreaker or something."
Chen Mo took a sip of soda and said casually.
At this time, you can't tell the truth.
Could it be that the moonlight shines on you, and the beauty is indescribable, making me crazy for a while?
Only a fool would do such a thing.
Lin Xiaqing heard the words, took two steps forward, shouldered shoulders with Chen Mo, gathered his long hair in front of his forehead, and said:
"No way. I usually go out to do my own private affairs. If I don't wear it like this, I can't go anywhere."
Lin Xiaqing's tone was a little helpless, this is the trouble of celebrities.
Now, the number of fans of Lin Xiaqing is close to the 50 million mark.
There are more fans than some Heavenly Kings and Queens, and every day I want to see the sea of people who want to see Lin Xia's pure face.
If it weren't for this period of time, Lin Xiaqing had never appeared in front of the media, and his whereabouts would have been known by the paparazzi.
"By the way, the new drama is finished, what are your plans next?"
Lin Xiaqing then asked.
Breathing the fresh air in the park, with Lin Xiaqing's faint body fragrance coming from beside him, Chen Mo seems to have never been so comfortable.
"The martial arts rumors are finalized, and the editing is also carried out simultaneously. The company's submissions are also filmed and reviewed at the same time."
Chen Mo thought for a while and then said:
"There's nothing else to do after that, just wait for the new drama on October 1st."
The rest, about the propaganda of the martial arts rumor, is Qinglin and the others to worry about.
According to the information disclosed by Liang Wenyuan to Chen Mo, although the company was a little tight on the funding for the filming of Wu Lin Gaiden this time, it still gave a lot of resources for publicity.
But Chen Mo didn't care much about this.
More than half a month ago, Mao cheated on the shelves but naked.
Without any prior publicity, in the end, didn't it also get more than 5 million premiere hits for a single episode.
Therefore, Chen Mo didn't care much about this aspect.
Of course, this itself has to do with the popularity of Sky Video.
If it is first broadcast on a small video website, and there are no publicity resources, then the click will definitely not come up.
However, the quality of a drama is not determined by publicity.
Poor quality work, the more publicity, the faster it may collapse.
And a work of high quality, even if the initial flow is insufficient, it will slowly ferment over time, and will eventually achieve the desired results.
However, this time may be much longer.
"Chen Mo, since you don't have any other plans recently, in two days, when the Imperial Capital Music Festival opens, will you go to the Imperial Capital with me?"
Lin Xiaqing turned sideways and looked at Chen Mo with hope, as if hoping that the other party would agree.
Chen Mo was slightly taken aback, he did not expect that Lin Xiaqing would invite him to accompany her to the imperial capital.
"It's not impossible, but I may not stay in the imperial capital for a long time. During the eleventh period, I want to go back to my hometown in Longjiang."
This is what Chen Mo had planned for a long time. He wanted to go home during the holiday during November.
On the one hand, he wants to see his parents, and on the other hand, Chen Mo wants to see the autumn in his hometown.
Chen Mo has never returned to his hometown in the fall since he went to college.
When I was in college, I usually helped out in the studio of my senior brother during the summer vacation. While accumulating experience, I could also work-study and earn some money.
Only in winter, during Chinese New Year, will I go home.
Therefore, Chen Mo has not seen the autumn in his hometown for nearly ten years.
The sight of the golden eyes and the crisp autumn air, like an oil painting, made Chen Mo miss him very much.
When Lin Xiaqing heard that Chen Mo agreed to go to the imperial capital, he turned around happily.
"Hee hee, it's boring if you want to go to the Imperial Capital Music Festival this time. You wrote all the songs I sang."
Lin Xiaqing also asked Chen Mo in the past two days if she wanted to announce Chen Mo's identity during the music festival, and he got a negative answer from Chen Mo.
As for the reason, Chen Mo didn't say, but Lin Xiaqing guessed that the biggest reason for this guy might be that he was afraid of trouble.
"And, don't worry, the music festival will be held on the 29th, we will only stay there for one day, and we will be able to return to Longjiang on the 30th."
Lin Xiaqing continued with a smile:
"And, as a reward for you to accompany me to the music festival, how about going home with you later today?"
go home together?
Chen Mo was slightly taken aback.
He really didn't expect that Lin Xiaqing would go back with him.
"Xia Qing, that, in Longjiang's hometown, the conditions are not very good, if you go..."
"Oh," Chen Mo was interrupted by Lin Xiaqing before he could finish.
"Chen Mo, don't you think of me as a glass bottle? What are the conditions? If you can go back, I can't go?"
Lin Xiaqing spread out his beautiful hands, shook it, and continued:
"Don't forget, I can still cook, and I am a proper working person in the future. Besides, in order to sing and release an album a few years ago, I have tried to eat sand in the northwest, and your home is better than the Gobi Desert. Bad conditions?"
Gobi Desert...
Chen Mo has never been in this world, but there are a lot of memories about the Northwest in the memory on earth.
"Okay, then there, if you're not used to it, I'll book a ticket for you and come back first."
Chen Mo thought about it and said.
"Don't worry, it's guaranteed to be fine."
"By the way, you definitely haven't had enough to drink today, so you'll have to work hard today and cook again."
...
Half an hour later, a bowl of hot scallion oil noodles was placed in front of Chen Mo.
Smelling the aroma of the noodles, Chen Mo couldn't help swallowing.
This is how life is. If you don't have something, you desperately pursue it. If you have it, maybe you don't care.
When you haven't eaten lobster and abalone, you want to eat it every day. If you have it, you won't eat it every day.
The main dish is rice noodles.
Just like Chen Mo, when he had no money in the past, he ate noodles with scallion oil.
Now, with 80 million assets, isn't it still noodles with scallion oil?
Of course, to say different, naturally also different.
In the past, scallion oil noodles were eaten outside, and it cost 5 yuan a bowl, which was not very tasty.
Now the scallion oil noodles do not cost money, they are made by Tianhou, and they are delicious.
...
At night, maybe it's too late, maybe it's something else.
Anyway, Lin Datian didn't leave, and occupied Chen Mo's bed again.
Still the white shirt as pajamas.
Still two buttons are not fastened.
However, today's Chen Mo has made great progress, at least there is no nosebleed.
Lying on the cot, Chen Mo's eyes always glanced at the door from time to time.
For air circulation, the door to the small bedroom was not closed.
The door to the big bedroom didn't seem to be closed either.
In the end, Chen Mo fell into a deep sleep while considering the choice between being a beast or a beast.
Recently, Chen Mo was so tired that he hadn't slept well for ten days, so he couldn't stand it.
Hearing the slight snoring coming from next door, Lin Xiaqing's little face reddened from nervousness gradually recovered.
"Hmph, dead Chen Mo, beasts are worse than..."