"you are not too dirty." Chang Yu looked at Ji Yaoguang's action and gave a faint reproach.

Ji Yaoguang said with a smile, "shoveling shit officials, is there any 'dirty' word to speak of?" At this time, she remembered her identity as a shoveling officer. It was another night, and it was no different from the usual. They were supposed to perform a historical stage play by drawing lots, but because director Zhao Beiting had something else to do for a while, the deputy director and cameraman clapped their hands and went to the small room to play cards.

"Mr. Chang"

When Chang Yu was about to return to his room, he was suddenly stopped by an Muyu. The room inside the inn is similar to the wing room in ancient times, one side by side, and the outside is an antique corridor. Coincidentally, this Amu Yu's room happened to be arranged next to them, and it was inevitable to meet her in and out. Ji Yaoguang, based on the principle of keeping his eyes out of sight, entered the room as soon as he turned his head, while Chang Yu wrapped his hands around his chest, kept a distance from an Muyu, and asked rather coldly, "what can I do for you?"

There were bright red lanterns hanging in the corridor, and the bright light passed through the thin paper, which was stained with a dark red tone, rendering a lonely and bleak atmosphere together with the wind coming from the corridor. Chang Yu carried the lamp on her back. An Muyu could not see her expression clearly, but her face turned a little pale when she was stung by the cold and alienated tone. She thought she had enough time to get in touch with Changyu, after all, she was in the same program group, but not as she expected. People almost unanimously recommended her as the cook in the inn, spending all day scavenging rice and picking vegetables in the house, preparing a rich and cheap meal for them as they walked around. Doesn't she want to leave the inn? Doesn't she want to go out with Chang Yu? But Ji Yaoguang happened to exist and occupied day after night in Changyu. Why did it develop like this? Even if she is not accepted by Changyu, Ji Yaoguang should not come back. Can she still be friends with Chang Yu? Can she try to go further?

Chang Yu did not hear an Muyu speak after waiting for a long time, but saw that there was a mixed emotion and even a hint of hatred in her eyes, and her brow frowned. She repeated, "if Miss an has nothing else to do, I'll go back to the house first." Ji Yaoguang is still waiting for me. "

"it's just a door. Can't Mr. Chang wait so much?" An Muyu couldn't help her hate and jealousy for a moment. Seeing Chang Yu's face suddenly cold, she smiled awkwardly and tried to save her image in a soft tone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Chang. I just have something for you. I went to the market and saw this set of knives, so I bought it back." When she saw that Changyu and they had brought back the bits and pieces of wood, she knew what it was for, and where Bo Yu said it was used to burn firewood. She had the privilege of seeing the flawless finished product under the exquisite workmanship of Changyu, and there should be a romance of learning art in her nature, but it was concealed by the usual apathy and alienation.

I don't know how many cheap vegetables this set of knives can buy-Changyu will not accept gifts from others for no reason. She admitted that she was not so familiar with an Muyu, and Ji Yaoguang's words lingered in her mind. she thought of Zhao Qing, who had led to the breakdown of her relationship with Ji Yaoguang, and had to suspect that an Muyu had a purpose. She hooked the corners of her lips and broke into a polite smile, with no concealment of her refusal. Just as Ji Yaoguang heard some impatient voices in the room, Chang Yu smiled and said, "Sorry, I have to go back to the house first." With the carved wooden door closed, the glowing sight of an Muyu was blocked out of the door.

Ji Yaoguang's action has always been smooth, quickly took a shower and got into the quilt, turning on the air conditioner to drive away the coldness of the day in the room. When she saw Chang Yu going back to her room, she raised her eyes and smiled and said, "the water is still hot. Go quickly." With that, he looked down at his cell phone. It has been a long time since I joined the program group, but in fact it is only a couple of days. Wechat in the news one after another, in addition to Ji Kaiyang constantly questioning his current situation to express that concern, but also the sidelines of the agent Su ci.

Su quit she will not leave the prosperous Tang Dynasty, she also brought a new person under her hand. This cognition came back to mind and made Ji Yaoguang's heart feel as if she had been stabbed by a needle. She thought of Su ci's kindness to her, but her mind was encroached on by an Muyu's face in the twinkling of an's mind. "Xiaoyu is my newcomer. She doesn't know anything. Please take care of her." The tone of Su's message was very insipid, but because of his hatred of an Muyu, Ji Yaoguang saw an almost cruel innocence from this sentence.

Will Ann Muyu need her to take care of her? I'm afraid the only thing an Muyu wants to get close to is Changyu. The words revealed the future arrangements for an Muyu. When the boss of the prosperous Tang Dynasty let Changyu go, he naturally knew that Ji Yaoguang could not keep her, so he stuffed a new person under Su ci, the gold medal broker, who he thought had great potential. as long as the program group increased the exposure in front of the audience, her gentle gourmet family would be able to stand up-she would take commercials and TV dramas. Or even enter the whole new field of film. When an Muyu enters the entertainment industry, she will know more and more relevant people, and she will become an airtight net. Of course, Ji Yaoguang is not happy that this has happened. She cannot help an Muyu. She is just a stranger who looks on coldly.

Ji Yaoguang, who was deeply trapped in her own thoughts, did not hear Chang Yu's voice at all. It was only when a question of "what are you thinking" came to her ears that she suddenly regained her mind. The quilt was lifted a corner, stroked the long hair into the quilt, and reached out to pinch her face, whispered: "the ink is clean." The tone seems to be quite regrettable.

Ji Yaoguang smiled softly. She looked at Changyu and replied, "although the ink has been eliminated, teacher Chang, your name is signed in my heart. How can it be cleared?" Changyu, who had just come out of the bathroom, was still wearing a faint fragrance of bath gel. Ji Yao threw away her cell phone and lay down on Changyu's body to sniff. The hand slipped slowly to the waist, rubbing the skin across the thin pajamas. "Mr. Chang, can you ask for a good night kiss?"