Metaphysics Xiaojiaojiao changed her life in the entertainment industry to tease the big guy

Chapter 181 Asking for a Moral
It's not so much that the long bridge with a magpie's good intentions fell in love with her, it would be better to say that the whole film and television city fell in love with her.

Since Jiang Shuangyan walked through this place, even if the carved railings and jade paving are not what they used to be, even if the color of the pedestrians in the old city has changed, she still feels that there is nostalgia and familiarity on the side of the palace wall and between the palaces.

The film and television city is bounded by the palace gate, inside is the deep palace and court hall, and outside is the market street, separated by only one gate and one wall, is separated by calculations and fireworks.

Pass through the cold palace gate, pass the long market path, and come to the end, there is the rumored Magpie Bridge.

With the changes of the times, the long bridge, which used to be an ordinary place for lovers to enjoy the moon and pray for blessings, has become a bustling spot for couples to check in today.

Even if the sun is high, it does not affect the couple at the bridgehead stalls to buy red rope to weave concentric knots, and then tie them on the bridgehead together with the blessings written in their own handwriting, and finally take pictures as a souvenir.

When Jiang Shuangyan saw the couple on the bridge, she turned around and walked into a small shop. Out of caution, she still had to take cover-up measures in crowded places. Even if it was superfluous to cover up, it would add some psychological comfort.

After buying a big hat for a small fifty, Jiang Shuangyan raised his hand and put it on his head, then dragged Qi Dai to the bridge.

Qi Dai was silent all the way, followed her around to the bridge, his eyes were scattered, and he didn't know where he was looking.

There were not too many people on the bridge at this time, only a few couples stood in twos and threes. When Jiang Shuangyan and the others passed the bridge, they were stopped by the vendors who set up a stall there.

The one who sold the concentric knot was an old lady. She squinted her eyes and smiled kindly: "Little girl, bring your boyfriend to play on the bridge. Do you want to come to the old woman to buy a concentric knot to tie on? You can buy finished products, or I buy red rope and weave it myself, but it is more sincere to weave it by myself.”

Jiang Shuangyan paused, looked around the booth, turned her head to the side, and deliberately joked: "Then, what does your boyfriend think?"

"It's just asking for a moral, you can take it if you want it." Qi Dai replied lightly, as if he didn't have much interest in it.

Jiang Shuangyan didn't lose interest because of this, Qi Dai had a nature of not believing in gods and Buddhas, and if she was too active at this time, she would feel that the other party was pretending to cater to her.

What's more, his words suddenly reminded her of some past events.

On the day of the Qiqiao Festival, she was caught by him for sneaking out of the mansion. At that time, she was so angry that she made up an excuse to visit flower houses.

The original intention was to take away her popularity and run away, but instead of changing her face, the other party forced her to buy a set of scholar's clothes at the cloth shop at the corner of the alley to change into a set of scholar's clothes, transforming herself into a young man to go shopping in flower houses.

Coincidentally, there is this bridge on the only way to pretend to go to Hualou.

When crossing the bridge, she had also seen a stall selling sympathetic knots like today. Out of some kind of joking, she deliberately raised her voice and asked him if she wanted to buy a sympathetic knot as a gift for my younger brother.

This remark undoubtedly aroused heated discussions among the people around, and the word "broken sleeve" immediately surfaced, and when he heard the words, he only said one sentence in a nonchalant way——

It’s just a matter of asking for a moral, and you can take it if you want it.

Jiang Shuangyan couldn't remember exactly what his reaction was at that time, the only thing he remembered was the scene where he hurriedly ran off the bridge taking advantage of the commotion.

Time passed before his eyes, and Jiang Shuangyan couldn't help turning his eyes to the little concentric knot on the booth, and when he looked at Qi Dai again, his face was obviously a bit stunned.

After being relieved, he suddenly changed his words, "Buy it, it's not bad to leave a good sign."

Jiang Shuangyan was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I don't know how to weave concentric knots, so just buy a ready-made pair."

"Buy red string."

"Huh? Can you make up?"

Qi Dai was noncommittal, and after paying the money and pulling Jiang Shuangyan away with the red rope, he replied lightly, "No need to know, the red rope is the meaning, and the concentric knot is not the only way to weave it."

Walking on the bridge, the sun just slides slowly along the distant mountain peaks, the golden afterglow gradually spreads among the clouds, and the bright red light passing by is even more charming.

The falling light is scattered on two round thin red threads, and then moves towards the numerous concentric knots hanging on the edge of the bridge.

Qi Dai handed Jiang Shuangyan a red thread, and just when she thought he was going to teach herself to weave concentric knots, he just said, "Tie a knot together and hang it up."

"Huh?" Jiang Shuangyan was puzzled, "Your knot is a bit unique." It's also a bit casual.

It was also the first time she had seen someone change such a beautiful meaning so thoroughly.

A concentric knot is equal to a dead knot, and half of it is broken when it sounds good.

"The concentric knot is not about the shape. For me, as long as it is strong enough, that is the best." Qi Dai opened his mouth, and his voice melted into the warmth of the surroundings, and slowly floated in, "Or in the words of those CP fans, it is locked."

"Pfft-"

Upon hearing such a unique explanation, Jiang Shuangyan couldn't help laughing out loud, probably he was the only one who could say these words so calmly.

But it sounds very comfortable, and it can be regarded as convincing her.

Later, under the radiance of the setting sun, a pair of figures gathered together, one at one end and the other at the end, tied in knots, twisted into a big round bag, tightened, and then hung on the edge of the bridge.

This chic little shape alone is enough to win the first place among the concentric knots.

Jiang Shuangyan looked at this big round ball that was shaking in the breeze, shaking it with joy.

Perhaps, this big red circle symbolizes the encounter between the two people in this world. The red thread has come from ancient times to the present, and it is difficult to separate.

And Yuan Tuan is reunion.

After the two of them wandered around the film and television city, and then returned to the hotel, they ran into Bai Cong who had been lingering at the door of Jiang Shuangyan's room for a long time.

Qi Dai's originally soft expression suddenly turned cold, but because of Jiang Shuangyan's pulling, he didn't make a sound.

After approaching side by side, Bai Cong followed the sound.

"Shuangyan, I came here to look for you because you couldn't get through on the phone. Seeing that you were not in the room, I waited at the door for a while."

Jiang Shuangyan responded, "The phone is out of battery, what's the matter?"

"It's still about the script. As an actor, after thinking about it again and again, I still feel that I have to do my best to present the character."

Bai Cong seemed to have something to say behind him, but Jiang Shuangyan had already interrupted, "It makes sense, but my room is not a suitable place to discuss scripts."

"That's easy, just change the place, why don't you go to the director, discuss the scene today and try it tomorrow, and it will be easier for you to do it tomorrow." Seeing that Jiang Shuangyan had a tendency to agree, Bai Cong quickly smiled.

Jiang Shuangyan slightly raised her eyelids and looked at him, "So, we have to discuss it tonight?"

"Better tonight, tomorrow will be late."

"Okay." Jiang Shuangyan looked at Qi Dai with a slight smile, "Then you go back to your room first, and I will discuss the script with him."

　Memories about the Qiqiao Festival have written the first half of the small theater before.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)