Journey To the World of Film and Television Chapter 527

Chapter 527 Eighty! eighty! eighty! eighty! !

Zhou Ji is not good at dealing with such thick-skinned and familiar people, rubbing his brows and saying, "If there is anything, just tell me."

"This is Shigong, it's not right. Shigong is Shifu's master. Calling Shigong is a generational change." Chi Yanei scratched his head, and whispered: "Calling Shifu Shizhang? Forget it, don't get entangled, the business is important."

"It happened like this."

Chi Yanei calmed down, paced up and down in a serious manner, looked up into the distance with his hands swaying left and right, and said with gestures, "So, so, so, so and so"

Recklessly provoking someone, besides knowing that the other party is a little lady, she even forgot to ask her name.

Si Teng originally didn't want to get involved in these unnecessary trifles, but after hearing the fire in Chi Ya Nei, the temperature in the empty and quiet restaurant plummeted below zero, and he finally caught up with Chi Ya Nei's servants. Even the exhaled breath seemed to be covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

Zhou Ji looked at the expressionless Si Teng both helplessly and amusedly, seeing a trace of chill from her cold and flat eyes, couldn't help laughing and said: "No way, no way"

"Why not?" Si Teng turned around and raised his eyes, staring straight at Zhou Ji's eyes, his chin slightly raised, and he said in a calm tone, "You think I'm old too?"

Good guy. It's a disaster for the fish in the pond.

Zhou Ji laughed dumbfounded, and subconsciously replied, "If you are old, then what is Xiaokui?"

As soon as the words came out, the whole restaurant fell silent instantly.

Different from just now, the silence at this moment is like a mountain rain that is about to come, and the building is full of wind, and it seems to be half river and half river red.

The one who is shivering is Zhou Ji, and the one who is dressed in red like fire is Hongkui.

"In other words, I'm getting old?"

Zhou Ji glanced at Si Teng beside him, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and then at Hongkui, who had long hair and sleeves that were windless and automatic. Although the yamen is capricious, he is not stupid. Seeing that the situation is not right, he shrank back with a smile, and retreated cautiously in a low voice. Before Zhou Ji could speak, he had already opened his arms to block the followers behind him and retreated outside the door.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to probe in to remind me that the duel is scheduled to be under the Weeping Willow Bridge three days later.

Before the words were finished, I saw a blazing broken handrail drawing a flame afterglow in mid-air, and shot out of the door. Chi Yanei retracted his head in fright, turned his head and looked at the white smoke, and bared. The noisy river surface couldn't help shivering.

Crackling and roaring, several partition walls inside the restaurant collapsed, and broken bricks and stones flew everywhere.

The solid wood stairs are like collapsed building blocks, falling steadily. Two figures shuttle back and forth among them, and dazzling red light flashes through the gaps in the doors and windows from time to time.

The door babbled and opened, and the noisy movement for a long time finally stopped.

"It's all right now. Before the transfer document is signed, the preliminary preparations for the decoration have been completed first." Zhou Ji lay on his back among the ruins, with his hands and feet spread out, posing in a Chinese character, looking at the half-hanging Syrian staircase, suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Hong Kui imitated Zhou Ji's appearance, lying beside a pile of broken logs regardless of his image, and looked sideways at Zhou Ji.

"It's nothing, I just remembered a sketch related to decoration." Zhou Ji pretended to be mysterious.

"Small piece?" Hong Kui turned around and lay on her side, resting on a piece of wood as her pillow, looking at Zhou Ji with a puzzled face.

Si Teng paid the deposit in advance, dismissed the intermediary of the dental agency, waved away the slightly swaying dust with his sleeves, walked into the hall with clear footsteps, looked around, saw the ruins on the scene that were even more tragic than Erha's house demolition, and his eyes fell on Zhou Ji who was lying in the middle of the ruins - where the stairs of the original hall were.

Zhou Ji was still thinking about how to explain "Sketch" to Hongkui, when he heard the approaching "咔哒~" and stopped at the top of his head, he tried to raise his head again, and saw a piece of hair as smooth as a waterfall. The silk slipped from Si Teng's shoulders, the faint fragrance lingered at the tip of the nose, and the drooping hair tip swayed in front of the face.

Si Teng stretched out his hand to pull up the long hair that was hanging down, and swung his head to pull the hair behind him. There were still a few missing hairs that occupied Zhou Ji's sight, and they were still gently teasing under his eyes.

Four eyes meet, reflecting each other's upside-down figure, one glance, as if time has stopped.

"Have you played enough?"

Si Teng's red lips parted slightly, and a slight smile appeared in his clear eyes.

Zhou Ji smiled, raised his arms and stretched towards Si Teng, Si Teng thought he was going to get up, so he reached out and grabbed his palm helplessly, trying to drag him up.

"No."

While holding Rou Yi, the smile on the corner of Zhou Ji's mouth continued to rise, and with a little force, he pulled Si Teng into his arms, hugged his shoulders, and looked at the half of the stairs on the second floor together, lying on his back on the ruins.

At dusk and sunset, the sky is full of colorful clouds.

Song Yinzhang, who stayed at the Sanyuan Inn for a day, glanced at the pipa 'Lonely Moon' on the shelf, got up and went to the fence of the attic, and played a tune casually.

In the past two days, Song Yinzhang's pipa has been gradually spread in the inn, and now it is played again. Many residents gathered on the promenade outside the attic and on the pond and grass to enjoy it.

Song Yinzhang glanced out casually, and the tune of the ding-dong of the spring stopped suddenly, causing the audience to sigh, but Song Yinzhang got up and ignored it, put down the pipa in his hand, and leaned over the fence to look in the direction of the corridor.

Is that girl Solanum nigrum?

Since coming to Tokyo, what Song Yinzhang cares most about is Zhao Pan'er's safety. He can't rush to leave the lowly family for the time being.

Recognizing the red-clothed figure looking left and right beside Zhou Ji and Si Teng, Song Yinzhang ordered Yinping to put away the pipa, lifted the corner of his skirt and walked towards the guest room next to the attic.

"Miss Yinzhang, what a coincidence, I'm going to find you right now."

Seeing Song Yinzhang rushing over, Zhou Ji smiled, lifted the two bundles of paper bags in his hand, and said with a smile, "This is the refreshment from an old shop in Wanglin Lane in the east of the city. We ran from the south of the city to the east of the city and chose More than a dozen stores chose this one, and I made a special trip to bring it back for you to try."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou." Song Yinzhang looked at Zhou Ji's gentle and easy-going smile, and couldn't help feeling warm in his heart. He dodged his eyes and bowed to thank him.

Zhou Ji handed the tea to Yinping, looked at Song Yinzhang and said, "When I saw you coming, you were in a hurry, but what trouble did you encounter?"

"That's not the case." Song Yinzhang shook his head, looked at Hongkui and said, "Miss Solanum nigrum, Mr. Zhou once said that Miss Solanum nigrum followed Sister Pan'er to Beijing along the way. I don't know where Sister Pan'er and Sanniang are now? Are they all right?" ?”

Did not wait for the desired answer.

A look of disappointment flashed in Zhou Ji's eyes, but more admiration emerged.

Some people are used to help from others, they will ask others for help in everything, and gradually become giant babies, accustomed to taking other people's kindness for granted, thinking that others should be like this.

Once I lose help one day, my mentality will become unbalanced, and I feel that others are sorry for me, and I feel that I have made a wrong friend.

Of course, this has little to do with whether it is a "Little Xenon Girl". There are both male and female giant babies, but the difference is only in the number and proportion.

"Miss Yinzhang, don't worry, Pan'er and Sanniang entered the capital last night. Gu Qianfan's subordinate named Chen Lian has already arranged a place for them. It's on the Osmanthus Lane in Guangdefang. If Miss Yinzhang wants to go, I can take you there."

Hongkui didn't have much contact with Song Yinzhang, and Zhou Ji had already told her about Song Yinzhang and Zhou She on the way, which made Hongkui feel a little sympathetic to her.

"It's good to enter Beijing safely~ It's good to enter Beijing safely~~" Song Yinzhang stroked his chest gently, and his heart that had been hanging for half a month finally fell back into his stomach.

But when he heard that Hongkui was going to take her to see Zhao Pan'er now, Song Yinzhang hesitated for a while.

At the beginning, because of Zhou She, she and Sister Pan'er had a bad fight and broke up. Before leaving, she even said harsh words, saying that Zhao Pan'er had left her naturalization and wanted to be a Jinshi lady all day long. Why couldn't she marry someone who could help her? She is an ex-citizen Yuanwailang.

After thinking about it for so long, now that she can suddenly see Sister Pan'er, Song Yinzhang still feels embarrassed.

Hesitating for a while, Song Yinzhang looked at the gradually sinking sunset outside the window, lowered his head and said, "It's getting late today, why don't we wait until tomorrow?"

"Of course." Hong Kui nodded nonchalantly.

After the official business was finished, everyone chatted for a while, and as the sun sank into the sky, Zhou Ji clapped his hands and smiled and said, "By the way, Xiaokui is back today, how about Miss Yinzhang and Miss Yinping staying together to cleanse her up? Congratulations on the smooth selection of the future teahouse site and the preliminary preparations.”

"The words are insincere." The corners of Hongkui's mouth are slightly upturned, although the eyes are full of smiles, but the mouth is still unforgiving, "I think the second half of the sentence is your truth, right?"

"I think you are the most insincere~!"

Zhou Ji stretched out her hand to caress the top of Hongkui's head. Taking advantage of the presence of outsiders, she didn't dare to be too presumptuous. Regardless of her struggle to dodge, she still messed up her hair.

"What are you doing~! I am your creditor! If you dare to touch me, I will not forgive you for eight thousand years! I will never forgive you for eight thousand years!"

Seeing the frolicking between the two, Song Yinzhang covered his mouth and chuckled, and readily agreed.

It still takes a certain amount of time for the back kitchen to prepare the meals. In addition, Hongkui ordered a bunch of wild game in order to "retaliate" Zhou Ji's "offender" just now. Most of the mountain and forest game can be found in the capital, but some can only let Zhou Ji I went for a trip myself.

Taking advantage of the gap between dinner preparations, Song Yinzhang went back to his room to take a bath and freshen up, dressed up carefully in front of the mirror, changed into a palace dress, and walked towards the large platform on the top of the attic with his pipa in his arms.

I'm going to see Sister Pan'er tomorrow. Although Zhou Ji didn't make it clear about the dinner, Song Yinzhang knew it in his heart.

It is not only to welcome Miss Solanum nigrum, but also to see her off.

The bright moon hangs high, the banquet is over.

Song Yinzhang hugged the pipa, and solemnly bowed to Zhou Ji and Si Teng Hongkui, "I have been taken care of by everyone these days. Yinzhang has been demoted to music since he was a child. He has nothing but a pipa. gratitude."

Yinping held the censer beside him and lit a corner of agarwood.

Zhou Ji, Si Teng, Hong Kui and the three sat upright, listening carefully to Song Yinzhang's Pipa Yin.

Song Yinzhang took a deep look at Zhou Ji, bowed his head and stroked the strings.

The melodious tune is like the Milky Way hanging upside down in the sky, flowing in the quiet night sky.

Pluck the string with your fingertips, the stars are shining; the green smoke is lingering, like a fairy palace.

Song Yinzhang can feel that this is the best time she has played the pipa since she learned the pipa. Even in the future, she is determined not to surpass it.

After a song is played, the lingering sound lingers around the beam.

It was the first time for Hongkui to hear Song Yinzhang play the pipa.

Although Si Teng doesn't know much about musical instruments, he has been influenced by ancient and modern Chinese and foreign music. He naturally heard Song Yinzhang's pipa progress, and praised, "I used to listen to Yinzhang girl's pipa. It's beautiful, but it's like a castle in the air. Now it sounds like a skill. In addition, there is a bit of beauty in the artistic conception.”

"Thank you." To Si Teng and Hong Kui's praise, Song Yinzhang nodded in return.

On the other hand, Zhou Ji didn't say anything all the time, as if thinking of something, he looked at Song Yinzhang with bright eyes, looked up and down and said, "Miss Yinzhang, I don't know what your plan is next?"

"Tomorrow I'm going to visit Sister Pan'er." Song Yinzhang hesitated to be looked at by Zhou Ji.

"What about after tomorrow?" Zhou Ji asked expectantly, "Your register has been seconded to the capital. If you are free, how about opening a teahouse with us?"

"Ah?" Song Yinzhang's eyes widened, he was dazed for a while, and said a little embarrassedly: "But I don't have any money in my hand, and all my savings over the years have been saved with Sister Pan'er."

Zhou Ji waved his hand and said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, just occupy technology stocks."

Seeing that Song Yinzhang was still confused, Zhou Ji explained: "When our teahouse opens, Si Teng is in charge of the entire troupe. Miss Yinzhang is well versed in rhythm and can be in charge of instructing the musicians; I will be in charge of the book."

"There's still me!" Hongkui said dissatisfied when she saw that Zhou Ji had missed her.

"Yes, there is also Xiaokui, Xiaokui is the kanban lady~" Zhou Ji just raised his hand, Hongkui covered the top of his head, and took a few steps to the side, "As for the daily operation of the teahouse, it is me and Si Teng who are in charge together. up"

Zhou Ji narrates his plan without caring about Song Yinzhang and Yinping telling others about it.

After all, the key to these ideas lies in the books of storytelling and singing, not the ideas themselves.

Song Yinzhang hugged the pipa, looked longingly at Zhou Ji who was gesticulating in front of him, and agreed without hesitation.

Basic personnel gathered together, Zhou Ji waved away the dishes on the table, and discussed with everyone the specific distribution of dry stocks.

Because Song Yinzhang still has a status as a member of music, and will go to the Jiaofang Division in a few days, the teahouse can only find time to come to help, so Zhou Ji gave her 10% of the shares.

"No, no, this is too much."

It stands to reason that a musician in charge can't divide so much at all. Song Yinzhang knew this, so he quickly waved his hand and refused.

Zhou Ji sighed softly, raised his hand to Song Yinzhang's shoulder in a rare way, looked into her eyes, and didn't speak.

Song Yinzhang panicked, looked sideways at the palm on his shoulder, turned his gaze back, noticed Zhou Ji's eyes asking for help, suddenly seemed to understand something, looked at Zhou Ji with a strange expression, and tentatively said: "If you If I have 10% dry stock, how will the remaining 90% be divided?"

"Of course Sito Xiaokui and I are divided into thirds."

Zhou Ji straightened his body and spoke righteously.

(Thanks for the 1,000 coin reward from 'Soldier of Sesame Cakes'.)

(end of this chapter)

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