This question is quite acute.

Ji Youyan raised her heart and felt that the program team was going to make trouble. This kind of question is definitely a question that students dare to ask after receiving the script. She grasped Jingxiu's hand slightly.

Jingxiu calmly rubbed the back of Ji Yuyan's hand with his thumb to appease him. She replied calmly: "It's a good thing to have traffic. Traffic represents popularity and popularity. How can it be regarded as a derogatory term."

"But everyone seems to think that when they mention traffic, they think that they have no acting skills and rely on their faces to eat."

"There is no necessary contradiction between traffic and acting skills." Jingxiu said lightly: "Traffic is not the original sin. If you have traffic and have no strength for the time being, you can only be classified as traffic artists. This is the reason why traffic is stigmatized. "In this sentence, adding a "temporary" leaves room for it without losing its sharpness.

As soon as it hit the nail on the head, everyone was quiet.

Jingxiu showed a gentle smile: "So, artists with traffic don't have acting skills? Not really. It's just an artist with acting skills and traffic. Everyone is more willing to discuss his works than to discuss how his traffic is. I also came from a traffic artist, there is nothing wrong with being a traffic artist, at least it proves that you are popular with fans, but don’t be an artist who is satisfied with traffic.”

"I hope that everyone will be a person with traffic in the future, but I hope that when the audience sees you, the first thing that comes to mind is not your traffic, but your superb performance. The name of the traffic artist, everyone here can also contribute in the future. A power."

"Don't you have confidence that your strength can afford your traffic? Even if you can't afford it for a while, don't you have the confidence to afford it in the future?"

Jingxiu asked in a calm tone, but everyone was in high spirits.

"Of course we have."

Liang Zhen and Su Lihang looked at Jingxiu with admiration, but they couldn't tell that Jingxiu's mouth was quite slippery.

Jingxiu rarely took the initiative to raise a glass to everyone and said, "Learning is endless, everyone encourages each other. I wish everyone a bright future from this show."

Everyone applauded and stood up to toast.

After the dinner, the students sent separate gifts to the mentors, and then lined up to ask them for hugs, group photos and autographs.

When all the students were gone, Ji Youyan and Jingxiu took the elevator downstairs together, Ji Youyan suddenly stretched out his hand in front of Jingxiu, and said slyly: "Mr. Jing, Teacher Jing, I also want a signature of yours, and also Yes, can I ask for your phone number, Teacher Jing." She deliberately imitated the tone of the student when he asked Jingxiu for an autograph.

Jingxiu glanced at her, his eyes full of "you're boring".

Ji Youyan chuckled, and just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Jingxiu lowered his snow-white neck, held her wrist with his left hand, and touched her palm with his right hand.

Her fingertips were soft and slightly cold, and she used the pointer pen to write seriously. Every stroke is like a feather gently scratching Ji Yuyan's heart.

After the eleven Arabic numerals were written, the elevator happened to reach the first floor.

Jingxiu let go of Ji Youyan's hand, raised her eyes and said, "Here you are, let's see if you remember." After speaking, she walked out lightly, leaving Ji Youyan with a playful and naughty back.

Ji Youyan clenched his fingers and laughed dumbly. She followed out of the elevator, then stood where she was, and took out her mobile phone.

In thirty seconds, Jingxiu, who had already walked to the door, heard the phone ringing and took it out. The call was the word "Yanyan" that she had stored for a long time.

She turned around and Ji Youyan walked towards her from not far away with tender eyes. "Actually, I have a good memory."

Jingxiu stared at her, his eyes twitching. She turned around and asked as she walked, "Have you guessed the answer to the mystery I left you before?"

Ji Youyan helped her open the door and said confidently, "I'll know tomorrow." The courier will arrive tomorrow.

Jingxiu hummed lightly, obviously not believing it.

In fact, Ji Youyan was still a little clueless. She didn't tease Jingxiu for fear of being slapped in the face. She followed Jingxiu into the car, secretly making up her mind that she must find out the answer tomorrow.

The next day, the diary that Zhong Qingyu helped her sent finally arrived. Ji Youyan was in the dressing room, and in his busy schedule, he still found time to read the diary when he was seven or eight years old, looking for clues.

Suddenly, inadvertently, she turned to something, and the whole person sat up. Then, she covered her mouth, which was an obvious surprise. Lin Yue didn't know why, and asked Ji Youyan what was wrong, but Ji Youyan said nothing but smiled.

At the end of the finals, "The Great Production for All" ended successfully. Ji Youyan and Jingxiu returned to the hotel after the celebration banquet. Because they drank a lot of wine, they felt a little drunk.

Yao Xiao and Lin Yue were instructed to go downstairs directly on their own floor without having to follow up, while Ji Youyan and Jingxiu went upstairs together.

Ji Youyan swiped the room card to enter the door, and Jingxiu followed behind to enter.

"I'm going to take a bath, you should rest early too." Jingxiu and Ji You said good night.

Ji Youyan closed the door, turned around and put his arms around Jingxiu's waist. Jingxiu was caught off guard and was hugged by her.

"Are you drunk?" Jingxiu bit her lip and said softly.

Ji Youyan shook her head and said with bright eyes, "Axiu, I know what you were laughing at that day."

Jingxiu's heart skipped a beat and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Is there a reward if I guess right?" Ji Youyan rubbed her forehead lightly.

Jingxiu smiled: "You guess first."

There is a play! Ji Youyan stared at her with lowered eyes, and said softly, "I guess you went to Yanzhou when you were a child."

Jingxiu's amber eyes lit up in an instant, which means anticipation.

Ji Youyan was full of love and kissed Jingxiu's nose, "We've met before, right?"

"Little crying bag." Her tone was low and charming, like a murmur from the bottom of her heart.

She remembered.

When she was seven years old, she found a lost French girl at the entrance of Chongxin in Yanzhou. The little girl was so beautiful that it attracted onlookers, but she couldn't speak Chinese and could only cry. She took the little girl to find the staff who was looking for her. On the way, she gave the little girl a panda pendant with a red eyebrow.