Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　Wu Shaobai smiled and shook his head:

　　"I don't have any basic skills at all. If I can act smoothly, it is already a meal for my grandfather. You are complimenting me, I will expand, or I will enter the entertainment industry, hahaha~"

　　Shaking his head with a smile, he stepped behind the door, looked at the director walking in front, and shouted:

　　"Director, what's next?"

　　"The part of the peach blossom tree, you are standing under the tree, and she is standing in the corridor. Mr. Wu, you only need to see the flowers, you appreciate the flowers, she appreciates you, and finally you take a look at her."

　　"Reward me for what?"

　　"……people!"

　　"Oh, I thought it was a reward. Ha~"

　　"..."

　　"..."

　　Gao Yuanyuan pursed his lips, and his eyes fell on Wu Shaobai's clothes.

　　At this moment, she really wanted to kick him down the steps!

　　……

　　Under the peach tree.

　　Full of pink and white flowers, it looks beautiful.

　　At Wu Shaobai's feet, there were scattered peach petals, all of which fell from the trees.

　　At this moment, he was holding a volume of books in his hand, and was standing under the tree squinting, staring at the tree.

　　Nothing, nothing, nothing.

　　Eyes are empty.

　　On the other hand, the pink-clad woman sitting on the leaning railing next to her had a gentle gaze, and as her eyes moved, the reflections in her pupils were all the shadows of the person under the tree.

　　Suddenly, a breeze came, and the peach trees rustled.

　　The petals of the sky are falling.

　　Wu Shaobai instinctively turned his head and glanced at Gao Yuanyuan.

　　His eyes met her void.

　　In this courtyard where the peach blossoms are dancing, the son is as handsome as jade, and his skirt and hairpin are unparalleled.

　　Zhanyan smiled, everything should be silent.

　　On the side, the director, who was holding a lot of peach petals in the air with the staff, sighed again.

　　It's so fitting...

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　　……

　　One scene, one scene, another scene.

　　After a whole day's work, after the last make-up, the pale Wu Shaobai was taken care of by the woman on the bed, and the director shouted "ka".

　　I checked the footage just now and nodded:

　　"That's it!"

　　Wu Shaobai, who was still angry at first, opened his eyes instantly;

　　"It's over!? Haha~"

　　For some reason, Gao Yuanyuan, who chose to wear a big red shirt, said speechlessly:

　　"Are you so excited?"

　　"Hurry up, how do you take this thing apart? It's been on my head for a day, and I feel my hair stinks!"

　　Ignoring Gao Yuanyuan's speechless expression, Wu Shaobai immediately pointed to his hood.

......................................

　　It's too much of a crime to bring this thing.

　　The makeup artist snickered and stepped forward, holding the potion to help him remove the hood.

　　"I suffered too much for filming, I really admire you, really!"

　　When the headgear was taken off, Wu Shaobai, who felt his scalp started to tingle, sighed with emotion.

　　Gao Yuanyuan smiled slightly, just about to speak...

　　Suddenly I heard Wu Shaobai say again:

　　"I'll have to call my stupid daughter-in-law in a while. She's really working so hard, and it hurts me to death."

　　"..."

　　In an instant, Sister Yu couldn't say anything.

　　At this time, the director smiled and said:

　　"Mr. Wu, there is still tomorrow's play. Tomorrow evening~"

　　"..."

　　Wu Shaobai couldn't say anything for a moment.

　　A bitter face:

　　"It's been a very difficult day..."

　　……

　　"See you tomorrow, director, everyone, hard work today."

　　"Goodbye Mr. Wu."

　　"Goodbye."

　　At the entrance of Boyuan Hall, Wu Shaobai and Gao Yuanyuan watched all the staff get into the car, and politely said goodbye. When the car left the alley, he breathed a sigh of relief:

　　"Huh...sister, can you use the bathroom?"

　　"Uh... yes."

　　"Is there a toilet in there?"

　　"Have."

　　"Okay, I'll take a shower first, and I'll talk about it later. No, the makeup on my face is going to be uncomfortable."

　　"Uh……"

　　Looking at Wu Shaobai's leaving back, Gao Yuanyuan pursed his lips again, stepped over the threshold, and then bolted the door..

Chapter 821

　　"Huh... it's too fun."

　　After washing inside and out, Wu Shaobai walked out of the yard, looked at Sister Yu who was sitting on the reclining chair under the peach blossom tree, enjoying the cool air, and said hello with a smile.

　　Gao Yuanyuan smiled slightly and pointed to the glass pot on the table:

　　"Mung bean water, I boiled it at home this morning. After it came, I kept it in the refrigerator and tried it."

　　"it is good."

　　Wu Shaobai lay directly on the other reclining chair. After gulping down a mouthful of cool thirst-quenching mung bean water, he sighed in relief and lay down.

　　Although the weather in Yanjing in June is hot and dry, if you can calm down at night, it is actually not so hot, and it is far worse than the daytime.

　　It can't be considered too cool, but it's definitely not too hot for thinner people.

　　"Did you hear?"

　　"what?"

　　Wu Shaobai glanced at her.

　　"Cricket."

　Five Nine Zero "Uh..."

　　"I haven't heard a cricket call in a long time."

　　"...I often hear that there are quite a lot of crickets in Master's horse farm. But they are not big. We caught a few last summer, and they were not very good."

　　"You really are..."

　　Gao Yuanyuan was a little speechless.

　　"what's wrong?"

　　"I don't understand the style."

　　"Uh... well."

　　Don't worry, Wu Shaobai called Tong Liya directly.

　　But it's the book.

　　"Mr. Wu, Sister Yaya is filming. Can I ask her to return to you later?"

　　"Okay, if it's too late, you don't have to, just tell her, and I'm done here."

　　"Mmm Good."

　　Hanging up the phone, Wu Shaobai leaned back on the reclining chair and let out a long breath.

　　"call……"

　　The atmosphere also became quiet.

　　Until Gaoyuanyuan opened the mouth: