My host is a playboy

Chapter 221
A trace of heartache flashed across Qing Yan's face.

"Such a good book was found at a street stall? Where is that street stall? I'm going to look for a book too!" Qing Yan looked at Yun Qing enviously.

Yun Qing looked at the excited Qing Yan, not knowing what to say.

"I probably can't find it now." Yun Qing said with a dry smile.

"That's right, this kind of book is probably the lifelong painstaking effort of a certain master, and now it seems that it should be a lonely copy." Looking at the expression of Liyuan Opera, Qing Yan felt tired of tenderness.

Yun Qing now feels that she should be thankful. Fortunately, this Liyuan opera looks relatively simple, otherwise, if it is particularly new, she would not know how to explain it.

"Yes." Yun Qing echoed.

Qing Yan reluctantly looked at the Liyuan Opera in his hand, and then returned it to Yun Qing.

"Don't blame Tao Fu, Qing Yan was rude." Qing Yan apologized again solemnly.

"It's okay, you and I are colleagues, reading this book is like meeting a bosom friend, I can understand." Yun Qing said softly.

"Then... this book..." Qingyan wanted to ask if he could borrow him to read it, but then he thought about it, his colleagues are friends, and it is such an exquisite book, it should be the bottom of the box.

Borrowing it rashly by myself is a bit ignorant.

Although Qing Yan didn't finish what he said, Yun Qing understood what he meant.

It's not surprising that Qing Yan has this idea. He is sensitive and good at learning, so that's probably what he said.

However, Yunqing has not finished reading this Liyuan opera.

"If you need it, how about a few more days? There are some things in this book that I haven't understood yet." Yun Qing looked at Qing Yan, as if asking for his opinion.

Qing Yan was still feeling disappointed that she couldn't see the Liyuan Opera, but she didn't expect Yun Qing to say that, it was a surprise!

"Are you really willing to lend it to me?" Although Qing Yan was happy, she did not forget her sense of proportion.

"Naturally, you have also seen the current situation of Fu Shengxie. Although the surface looks glamorous, Fu Shengxie is not the only good theater troupe in Sifang City."

"So, I want everyone to make progress together. Fushengxie is the home of all of us, and I hope to carry it forward in my lifetime."

Yun Qing's expression was serious, and there was a firm gleam in Yun Li's eyes, her voice was clear and clear, colliding like jade, and her words were undeniably firm.

Seeing Yun Qing's expression, Qing Yan's heart suddenly jumped up.

It turned out that this young girl was not only outstanding, but even the thoughts in her heart were similar to her.

It turned out that it was not only my own dream to carry forward Fushengxie.

Qing Yan looked at Yun Qing, and then at the quaint Liyuan Opera.

If what Yun Qing said is true and she is willing to share the Liyuan Opera with everyone, then her idea can be said to be very great.

Indeed, if it is Qing Yan himself, asking him to share such a superb book with everyone is not because he is reluctant, but because he cannot make such a straightforward decision.

"You...don't regret it?" Qing Yan looked at the girl who seemed to be shining brightly in front of her, as if she had known her all over again today.

Taofu, he knew that Lin Yaoyao's daughter was beautiful and talented.

I thought it was just a rival performing on the same stage, but I didn't expect that it was actually a like-minded friend.

"Why do you have to regret it?" Yun Qing asked Qing Yan back, with a hint of doubt in her voice.

"The Liyuan Opera is a good book, but it's not enough to have a good book, and people have to work hard." Yun Qing looked at Qing Yan firmly, "Do you think so?"

"Yes." Qing Yan smiled, as expected, the cold spring was melted by the warm sun, and spring came with the wind.

Yun Qing's heart was shocked, with such good looks, he would be sorry for himself if he wasn't popular.

But why did Qing Yan in the original plot never have the chance to be on stage?
This is not scientific at all, is it?

(End of this chapter)