Quan Shao's new wife

Chapter 550 This Affection (2)
His unscrupulousness and cruelty must have been forced out by the environment.

Thinking of Gu Zixi's always expressionless and cold face in the mall, Xu Nuo couldn't help sighing softly - he was once an idol he looked up to, but now, his heart aches for him like that.

Under the mask of indifference, how lonely should this man be?How helpless?
Shengzhen.

"Did you call Xu Nuo?" After the meeting, Gu Zixi handed Gu Zinuo a pack of milk.

"Well, I told her, when I grow up, ask her to help me work." Gu Zinuo nodded.

Gu Zixi's eyes flickered slightly, and she couldn't help laughing when she saw her son—boy, do you know that she is your mother?
"She agreed." Seeing Gu Zixi's smile, Gu Zinuo thought he didn't believe it.

"Okay." Gu Zixi nodded: "Then you should learn how to run a company now, and grow up quickly so you can invite her over."

"Well, she said that too." Gu Zinuo nodded vigorously, looked at Gu Zixi after thinking for a while and asked, "Then Daddy wants to fight with me?"

"If Daddy fights with you, who do you think will win?" Gu Zixi asked with a smile.

Gu Zinuo tilted his head and thought about it, and said with certainty: "I can win."

"Oh? So confident?" Gu Zixi couldn't help laughing.

"Xu Nuo will only be angry with me for two days; it will take a long time to be angry with you, so Xu Nuo must like me more." Gu Zinuo said quite confidently.

"Indeed, then I don't want to argue with you." Gu Zixi reached out and patted the back of her son's head. When she looked at her son, her eyes narrowed naturally—if he knew Xu Nuo was his biological mother, would he accept it?

For him, no matter how much he relies on, he is just a good playmate. If his identity changes, will he reject it?

"Gu Zi Nuo, if you could choose, would you choose your mommy as your mother, or Xu Nuo as your mother?" Gu Zixi asked cautiously.

"Mommy." Gu Zinuo replied without hesitation, "Xu Nuo is a good friend."

"Your mommy will be happy to hear that." Gu Zixi's eyes flickered slightly, she sighed softly in her heart, stared at her son, and stopped talking for a while.

City B, at night.

Opera master Fang Jinghua lived in an old courtyard house in the old town of City B—vermilion wall bricks, dark gray brocade tiles, and pure Chinese-style cornices, which looked very Chinese.

There is an ancient well in the middle of the courtyard. The corridor to the east should have been rebuilt later. The solid wood floor has taken up half of the entire courtyard. It seems that it should be the place where Teacher Fang usually uses it to practice.A few old locust trees, with strangely bent branches, are obviously old trees for some years.

Xu Nuo, in order to visit this old actor, after arriving in City B, he deliberately found a time-honored custom-made shop for handmade cotton padded clothes, and bought a handmade buttoned cotton padded jacket made of Chinese silk fabric, fruit green silk material, and pink thin border On it, there are peach-colored embroidery of Chinese-style coiled branches, spiraling upwards, beautiful and festive, young and jumping, which is in line with her age, and in the spring of the north, it reveals a green spring.

In order to choose this dress, Xu Nuo really put a lot of thought into it - besides, it was really expensive.It is said that it is purely hand-stitched, embroidered by top embroiderers, and the brocade fabric used as a tribute to the imperial court in ancient times. As for the thread, needle, and embroidery method, the words are quite nice. Just hearing those names makes people feel like it.

So Xu Nuo hesitated, and bought it cruelly - firstly, it was only an investment for his own business; secondly, he really liked it.

"Hello, Teacher Fang." Xu Nuo walked through the courtyard of the courtyard, and after seeing Teacher Fang in the dressing room in the back courtyard, all the aura on her body could not help but restrained, and she naturally became low-key and peaceful.

50-year-old Fang Jinghua is wearing a gray-blue Chinese-style double-breasted mid-length padded jacket made of silk fabric. When he speaks and acts, when he frowns lightly and turns his eyes, almost every expression and every movement is a play. You have to promise to be amazed by your intuition - if you don't meet each other, how can you have such an experience: unexpectedly someone can do this: the whole body is full of drama, the eyes are full of drama, and all the expressions are drama.

"Hello, this dress is very beautiful." When Teacher Fang saw Xu Nuo, she couldn't help but see a bright light - the young girl, wearing a pure Chinese dress, was more demure and dignified like a Chinese lady.

"I never knew that I could still wear such clothes. Those so-called international brands really can't compare to such sophistication." The good first impression reassured Xu Nuo a lot.

"Of course, cultural things rely on heritage and craftsmanship. They don't spend money on advertisements or set prices high. They are called brands." Teacher Fang's tone was light, but a hint of arrogance was faintly revealed.

"Yes." Under Teacher Fang's gesture, Xu Nuo quietly sat down opposite her.

"I've seen your advertising idea, and it's too commercial, I don't like it." As soon as he sat down, Teacher Fang said straight to the point, leaving Xu Nuo wondering how to respond.

"The reason why I agreed to meet you is firstly because of the face of Mr. Si, and secondly because you have such an idea, it is very valuable, and you should be encouraged." Fang Jinghua looked at Xu Nuo and said lightly.

"Yes, thank you Teacher Fang." Xu Nuo nodded, looked at Fang Jinghua for a while, and said boldly: "The reason why you think there are strong commercial traces is because he was originally a commercial advertisement case."

"I am a modern person who was born in the modern age and grew up in the city. I have heard a lot about opera culture, but I have seen less. I saw Teacher Fang for the first time today, and I realized that there is a kind of person who is born for opera: It's all drama, and it's all drama in its bones."

"But how many young people like me have seen an old artist like you? Just like opera, if no one understands the noble art that you regard as a treasure, how can it be passed on?"

"Young people don't understand the art of Chinese opera, and what they say seems to make sense, but when the art is commercialized, it deteriorates." He was not angry about the statement that promises are similar to sophistry, but just explained lightly.

Xu Nuo took a sip of the drink that Jinghua casually poured for her in front of her, and said seriously: "I think, from a commercial point of view, if art can take a step forward in publicity through the business model, it will be a great deal for art." Not blasphemy, but redemption."

"When business is strong, art will develop by virtue of business; when art is strong, business can also develop by relying on art; I think it follows the trend, and business will never look down on art, nor should art Business."

"The little girl is quite good at talking. In fact, you just want to invite someone with a background in opera to make this advertisement look more tasteful, that is, to use art to package business." Fang Jinghua looked at Xu Nuo and smiled.

(End of this chapter)