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Chapter 327
Wang Po, a famous matchmaker in my country, once said: "Anyone who is exposed to light, two words: the most difficult, need to have all five things, is Pan Lu Deng Xiaoxian."

simply say.

They look better than Pan An, richer like Deng Tong, and they are more considerate. Some husbands are careless and neglect the beauty. At this time, they have to go up and ask for warmth, but they must not cross the line. It is best to have a good brother or sister. Identity cover is convenient for sneaking in from the inside of the enemy.

Also.

Also have time to spare.

It can be seen that in ancient times, it was not easy to steal jade and fragrance. Today, let alone having all five items, it is not difficult even if one thing stands out, and it is not difficult to rejuvenate.

visible.

"The world is going down, people's hearts are not old."

In just a few hundred years, people's hearts have been corrupted...

"Hello, Brother Han."

Han Qiao criticized the current morality in his heart, and looked up. The little girl was wearing a big red padded jacket, beaming with joy, her cheeks were a little baby fat, and her big eyes looked like Jiang Wenli.

She has a slender figure, and her legs are slender and well-proportioned wrapped in jeans.

"Hello, Ma Sichun." Han Qiao put his hands in his pockets: "Is it cold outside?"

"Brother Han knows me?" Ma Sichun was a little excited, jumping and following Han Qiao, raised his chin, looked at Han Qiao's side face, and smiled brightly: "It's not cold, Brother Han, you look so good-looking."

Hey……

This girl is not a jerk, she is still a face control, no wonder Ou Hao doesn't like it.

Ma Sichun is the child of Jiang Wenli's sister. She is 16 years old now. She made her debut in the TV series "Da Zhaimen" in 2000. She has a mother and aunt in the Northwest Circle as her backer. She is famous in the world: "Princess of the Northwest Circle".

One of the few actresses in the entertainment industry who is free and easy.

Small courtyards are decorated with lanterns and festoons.

It is rare that there is no snow tonight. A big snowman is pushed in the courtyard of the courtyard. A few children turn their tongues up, lick the snot from their lips, and blow up the fish with firecrackers.

Red lanterns are hung high under the eaves, the hot oil in the stove is "sizzling" sound, and the pine wood fragrance of smoked fish is wafting.

"Sichun, is sister cooking?"

"Yes." Ma Sichun's mouth was very sweet: "Brother Han, my aunt's cooking is delicious."

Han Qiao remembered, looked at Ma Sichun, and smiled: "My name is Miss Ni, why do you call me brother?"

"What's that called?"

"According to seniority, call him uncle."

"???" Ma Sichun's eyes were blurred and he couldn't turn around.

How embarrassing.

Han Qiao looked about her age.

"What about my uncle? He bullied my Xiaochun as soon as he came here." Jiang Wenli opened the kitchen curtain, with a small fried sweetfish around her waist, her cheeks as red as an apple, and scolded with a smile: "It's cold outside, go in and talk .”

Today she is also wearing a bright red padded jacket, her hair is combed into a ball head style, she is wearing a slim black woolen skirt, and her fleshy stockings make her legs slender.

Youth and maturity are perfectly compatible.

The aunt and the niece are two side by side plants, each with its own merits.

"Sister." Han Qiao said sweetly.

Seeing the golden-yellow and crispy fried fish, I was not polite, picked up a piece, tasted it, and said with emotion: "Sister, if you talk about your craftsmanship, I am really convinced."

"My sister did this." Jiang Wenli laughed inwardly.

Han Qiao is very casual.

Jiang Wenli felt relieved, she was really afraid of Han Qiao's politeness, which would make him feel unfamiliar.

"It's been passed down through the same line." Han Qiao blushed and his heart didn't beat.

"Young ghost is fooling my sister." Jiang Wenli said, touched Ma Sichun's face, and said teasingly: "This is my niece, she wants to be someone's uncle, and she can't do it without a meeting ceremony."

"It's easy to say." Han Qiao opened his mouth and said, "Sister Si has a similar lip, if she enters the entertainment industry, she will be the best actress in the Feitian Award in the future."

so cold.

Ma Sichun waited at the door, saying that it wasn't Jiang Wenli's instruction, but Han Qiao didn't believe it.

Cheap verbal checks come as soon as they are spoken.

"With your words, sister can rest assured."

Han Qiao's tongue was covered with honey.

Jiang Wenli was elated, and glanced sideways at her niece and Han Qiao, thoughtful.

A talented woman.

Arrived at the hall.

It was lively and lively, many people were playing cards at the dining table, and there were seven aunts and eight aunts sitting on the kang, eating melon seeds and watching TV.

Dare to love.

This is a group year.

Han Qiao stood still: "Sister, you really don't treat me as an outsider."

"If it's an outsider, my sister won't ask you to come."

"It's cold outside, let's go in." Jiang Wenli held the dustpan in one hand and put the other on Han Qiao's back, smiling brightly: "Your Brother Gu has been talking about you recently, so maybe something happened to the peacock."

"Row."

Gu Changwei was touching the cards when he saw Han Qiao and laughed loudly: "Xiao Qiao, you are here, come and sit."

"Brother Gu."

"These are my brothers." Gu Changwei introduced them, they are all outsiders.

It is not surprising to see Han Qiao.

It's commonplace.

Only one young man was very happy and asked curiously, "Brother Han, when will Jade Immortal end?"

Han Qiao was sat down by Gu Changwei.

Ma Sichun served hot tea.

Moving the small bench, resting his chin on both hands, watching Han Qiao play cards.

"Uh..." Han Qiao didn't expect to meet a fan of his book friends to urge him to change face to face, and he felt very guilty: "Probably...maybe...soon..."

"It's New Year's Eve."

"Who writes novels?"

"What do you say that is bad luck?"

Gu Changwei drank the wine, his nose was red and red, he touched the cigarette and lit it, trembling: "Xiaoqiao, thank you for your righteousness, if it weren't for your timely help, brother, this movie might really have happened."

Han Qiao felt relieved, holding a cup of hot tea: "Brother Gu, you're welcome, I heard from my sister that the movie has encountered difficulties recently."

"Hey..." Gu Changwei sighed. It's really not easy to make a movie. There are so many things to think about. I don't know how Han Qiao managed it at such a young age.

"It's not about the heroine. I was planning to invite Zhang Ziyi, and she agreed."

"did not expect."

"Lao Mouzi's House of Flying Daggers also invited her, and you saw it too."

Without speaking, Gu Chang put out the cigarette, picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, feeling aggrieved.

If it is another crew.

He insisted on giving some color, he really thought he was a vegetarian.

partial birth.

It's Lao Mouzi's crew, that's really dumb eating coptis, it's unspeakable suffering.

Han Qiao's heart skipped a beat: "Brother Gu, Sister Li of Rong Xinda has a new actor named Zhang Jingchu. Has she gone to audition?"

"tried."

"That girl." Gu Changwei was very disgusted: "Too young and not good at acting, if I use her, I will suffer."

Seriously.

How difficult it is to train an actress.

hand in hand.

Puchi.

Han Qiao almost laughed out loud.

Brother Gu is really humorous.

That's why it's hard to say: "Brother Gu, why don't we wait for Zhang Ziyi's schedule."

"This..." Gu Changwei thought for a while, then waved his hand: "Zhang Ziyi looks down on her now, wait for her to do something."

"Let's just sit quietly."

"Going to the Spring Festival Gala tomorrow?"

Gu Changwei looked at Han Qiao. Speaking of this, he was a little envious of his little brother again.

Another movie hit.

It's the Spring Festival Gala again.

At such a young age, it's really worth living to Han Qiao's level.

Han Qiao took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Just go and play."

"hiss……"

Now the people at the poker table knew that Han Qiao was terrible.

Both Jiang Wenli and Gu Changwei are people of status, but they can't casually talk about going to the Spring Festival Gala.

Why don't you go to heaven!

Ma Sichun held her chin. She was going to university after the Chinese New Year, watching Han Qiao become the focus of everyone.

I was a little shaken in my heart.

My aunt said she was in the entertainment industry.

seem.

Not bad!

………………

Chinese New Year in the north is completely different from that in the south.

It was the first time that Han Qiao had lived again for so long, so many people had a reunion together.

Lively.

A large table of dishes, all cooked by Jiang Wenli and her sister, are delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

Otherwise, Lao Gu was really lucky.

Marrying a wife can go to the living room and go to the kitchen, with a figure that is tender and tender, and can be swung in the water with a pinch.

It's the taste of autumn harvest.

Jiang Wenli's older sister is called Jiang Wenjuan, she is Jiang Wenli's agent, almost from the beginning, she has helped her sister stumble all the way to the present.

Han Qiao was a little distressed.

The main reason was that Jiang Wenjuan was sitting next to Han Qiao, asking a few questions from time to time.

Drinking like crazy.

Han Qiao was drunk, and when he reached six points, he pretended to be eight points, drawing a lot of muddled things in his mouth.

Jiang Wenjuan was in a good mood, probably because she knew that Han Qiao was an orphan.

Just a meal.

Sit for a few minutes.

Han Qiao staggered, got up and said goodbye.

Jiang Wenli was clearing the dining table, and couldn't help but say, "It's snowing again outside today, and it's inconvenient to go back after drinking so much wine."

"Sleep here tonight."

"Xiaochun, help your Brother Han to Mr. Zhang's house..."

"Oh." Ma Silip supported Han Qiao.

Han Qiao is really on top at this time, Gu Changwei is a wine gourd, the wine in the northwest is burnt with knives, his stomach is overwhelmed, and he feels very uncomfortable.

Let Masi lips support.

The lights in the courtyard were dim, the red lanterns glowed bright red, and the cold wind was like a knife, rolling up thousands of layers of snow and rushing towards us.

Hanqiao is scorching hot.

Suffering from the cold, Ma Sichun subconsciously clung to Han Qiao.

Han Qiao looked sideways, was slightly wrong, and shook his head: "Si..."

As soon as the words come out.

Stomach churns, bent over and vomited on Ma Sichun's pants.

The wind blows.

The smell went straight to Ma Sichun's forehead, the little girl had never seen such a dirty scene, her round cheeks were pale, she looked at the red, black and green on her pants, and there was a fishy smell in her throat, she covered her mouth and walked towards the room. run.

"Aunt...Aunt..."

Han Qiao staggered and almost fell.

Hold on to the screen wall.

Shame and lose face.

Ma Sichun probably wants to die already, a little girl who grew up pampered, seeing her idol, how romantic!

It's not romantic at all for idols to vomit all over themselves.

After a few minutes.

Jiang Wenli ran over, looked at him, supported Han Qiao without saying a word, and said angrily: "You can't drink and still drink so much, you are really just like your brother Gu."

Han Qiao took advantage of his good sister, there was no one anyway, Jiang Wenli's neckline was charming, and his skin was as white as snow, Han Qiao said awkwardly, "Sister, Sichun is she okay."

"What can be wrong?"

"She's just too young. There are a few men in the Northwest who don't get drunk."

Jiang Wenli was used to strong winds and waves, so she patted Han Qiao's back with plain hands: "Is your stomach feeling better?"

"Much better, thank you sister."

"Since you call me sister, why are you being polite to me?" Jiang Wenli turned her head away, Han Qiao was very close, her neck was hit by the heat of Han Qiao's breath, her heart was hot, she moved away calmly, and said calmly: "Now I know how to be polite. gone?"

Han Qiao looked at Jiang Wenli's red lips: "Sister, do you want me to be polite, or don't you want me to be polite?"

"Sister Shaohe plays tricks." Jiang Wenli supported her, and muttered with red lips: "Men are all virtuous, and they don't know North when they're drunk."

"My sister dares to tease me."

to the bedroom.

Helping Han Qiao onto the kang, Jiang Wenli looked at Han Qiao's face, thought for a while, washed a veil and wiped it, looked at Han Qiao's honesty, and said with a smile, "You kid, please be content."

"That's the only way I've served Lao Gu in my life."

"If it weren't for the fact that you are my good brother,"

"Sister doesn't care about you."

With a hot towel covering his face, his whole body felt like being soaked in hot water.

"This kid..." Jiang Wenli looked at Han Qiao sleeping soundly, his handsome face was soft and not as flamboyant as usual, his brows were drooping, a little helpless and lonely.

This is simply a different person.

Jiang Wenli couldn't help touching it with her fingers.

I couldn't help thinking: "It turns out that even if he is as successful as Han Qiao, there will be times when he is so fragile."

Compassion arose in my heart.

Turn off the lights.

Exit the bedroom.

The next morning.

I was drunk last night, and was exposed to the cold wind, which made me a little cold.

open the door.

yard,
Ma Sichun was brushing his teeth, his little head was shaking, his eyebrows were dancing, when he saw Han Qiao, he was startled, turned around and washed slowly.

"Sichun, I'm really sorry yesterday, I'll have my assistant deliver the clothes."

"Gulu Gulu..." Ma Sichun turned his back, spit out mouthwash, and said carelessly, "Brother Han, it's okay, I left you in the snow yesterday, just don't blame me."

"How can I blame you?" Han Qiao still likes this naughty chick, and smiled: "It's not too late to be grateful."

"Really?" Ma Sichun's eyes widened.

"Yes."

"Can Brother Han take me to the Spring Festival Gala?" Ma Sichun hesitated.

Yesterday, when she heard that Han Qiao was going to participate in the Spring Festival Gala, she wanted to see him.

"Of course." Han Qiao joked: "But I have to work hard, Miss Sichun, to be my little assistant."

"hey-hey……"

Ma Sichun laughed out loud: "I'm Miss Sichun, so are you Mr. Han?"

"wrong."

"I'm Uncle Han."

Early in the morning, the courtyard is full of chickens and dogs, and it is really different when there are more people.

Han Qiao didn't stay any longer, and found Jiang Wenjuan to talk about it.

Jiang Wenjuan looked at Ma Sichun who was standing behind Han Qiao, and said, "You can go, but you have to listen to your elder brother Han, don't make trouble, you know?"

"I know, I know." Ma Sichun nodded perfunctorily.

Farewell to Jiang Wenli and Gu Changwei.

Han Qiao took Ma Sichun into the car.

Yang Tianzhen does not have a holiday during the Chinese New Year, mainly because Han Qiao is very busy during the Chinese New Year, so he unscrewed the thermos cup and said, "Brother Han, Sister Jiang said you were drunk last night, so I specially stewed clear porridge to nourish the stomach."

"Nave you are getting more and more professional."

"I just didn't expect this young lady..." Yang Tian was a little embarrassed.

"No need." Ma Sichun folded his jeans legs together and waved his hands: "I ate this morning, thank you."

"This is Jiang Wenli's niece, who is my temporary assistant today."

"Then we are colleagues." Yang Tianzhen stretched out his hand: "My name is Yang Tianzhen."

"My name is Ma Sichun."

When the car got on the viaduct, Yang Tianzhen turned around and said, "Brother Han, yesterday I sorted out the movies of the Pangu Opening the Sky Project, but I couldn't find Ning Hao and Lin Zicong."

"what?"

What on earth is Ning Hao hesitating about!
Han Qiao didn't expect that Pangu's plan to open the sky would die before it succeeded.

Losing "Crazy Stone" is a fart.

After thinking about it, "Keep an eye on it."

The launch ceremony of the Pangu Opening Sky Project is on February 2th.

New Year's Eve.

The time is almost up.

Xiangjiang is fine. The reason why Han Qiao was included in Xiangjiang was to fight back against "Xiangjiang's banning" in an aboveboard manner.

You block me.

I'm also here to support you.

It depends on your shamelessness.

It was very quiet in the car.

Han Qiao is dealing with the latest work.

After sitting for a while, Ma Sichun felt a little itchy all over his body. He moved his buttocks and looked at Han Qiao with his chin in his hands.

After Han Qiao handled it well, he turned around and smiled: "Does it look good?"

"..." Ma Sichun's heart was pounding, and Nuo Nuo said in embarrassment, "It looks good."

Han Qiao smiled and said, "I'm your uncle, it's useless to look good."

"Hmph..." Ma Sichun blushed and turned his head away.

She discovered Han Qiao's biggest flaw.

Narcissism!

Han Qiao didn't take it to heart.

It's normal for a little girl to like a good-looking brother.

but.

Han Qiao is not a big carrot, anyone can take a bite.

Unless Ma Sichun is particularly proactive.

The Spring Festival Gala was recorded at the CCTV Building.

It's still early.

But be prepared in advance.

Han Qiao is going to perform a song tonight, and the time is neither early nor late. After the performance, they can go back to their respective homes.

A reunion dinner will be prepared behind CCTV.

but.

Now there is no fart.

The entire backstage was chaotic, full of brightly colored boys and girls with different makeup.

Throughout the Spring Festival Gala, in addition to the performers, there were more silent backup dancers and other staff.

These people are particularly fortunate.

They are all the elites of major art troupes and universities.

During the dance rehearsal day and night, only a few minutes on stage, maybe, no one will ever notice.

Luck is like a little bunting.

Still too little too little.

Ma Sichun is interested in everything he sees.

Han Qiao was not busy either, and wandered around with her.

All the way, the main reason is that Han Qiao is too popular. Many people want Han Qiao's autograph when they see it.

Hanqiao never refuses anyone who comes.

but.

After all, this is the Spring Festival Gala, maybe there is someone behind that person, it is not a good thing to be so ostentatious.

Take a look.

Han Qiao hurriedly pulled Ma Si and slipped away, and when he arrived at the guest lounge, there were far fewer people.

Ma Sichun's entire face was flushed red. The bloody scenes of this idol drama are undoubtedly the killer. The little girl was a little embarrassed: "Brother Han, I didn't expect you to be so popular."

"???"

Han Qiao glanced sideways.

Ma Sichun's ears were red, and he said in a panic: "It's not...I...Brother Han...I mean..."

"All right."

Tigers don't bark.

Han Qiao didn't care: "Do you want to see Jay Chou?"

"Yes I do."

"Let's go... tonight we are the Spring Festival Gala Street Liuzi..."

The break rooms are cubicles, and the corridors are filled with assistants.

The staff saw Han Qiao: "Brother Han, I'm here so early, let me take you to the lounge."

"Thank you."

Han Qiao now has his own exclusive lounge. Logically speaking, as an actor, he doesn't have such a big presence.

When Liu Defa came, they had to share a room with each other.

but.

I can't help him with a lot of vests, besides an actor, he is also a top ten director in the mainland.

"Brother Han..."

"Brother Han..."

"Han..."

Han shit...

When Han Qiao saw the kind elder sister, his buttocks tightened immediately. Young people should not be too high-profile, but be modest. When passing by, Han Qiao said politely and modestly, "Hello."

"Hello."

The eldest sister was a little puzzled, I don't know this person.

go everywhere.

Han Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and unbuttoned his clothes.

Ma Sichun bit his red lips with his white teeth, and couldn't help but laugh. Along the way, Han Qiao was like a tiger king in the mountains: "It turns out that you also have people who are afraid of you."

"There are too many people who are afraid."

"It's almost there."

We are all young people, and we all have people who are afraid.

Ma Sichun felt that Han Qiao was much more cordial.

In the Spring Festival Gala in 2004, according to the survey by CCTV Market Research Department, more than 5 million viewers watched the show.

but.

This year's Spring Festival Gala, also in recent years, has the lowest audience satisfaction.

In singing programs, Jay Chou's Dragon Fist ignited the audience, but apart from the young people who liked it, other audiences agreed: "It's too noisy."

For language programs, without Zhao Dongbei, the entire language program was eclipsed.

The dance class is not bad. The "Qiao Hua Dan" performed by the Sichuan Provincial Opera House is exquisite and incomparably agile.

Can be called a classic.

"Han Qiao..."

As the door opened, Jay Chou seemed to see a savior: "You are finally here."

Han Qiao looked over and smiled: "Jie Lun, Li Fei..."

Li Fei put on makeup, inside was a white swan dance dress, the corners of her eyes shone with metallic color, and she was wrapped in a big black padded jacket, which was specially prepared for the Spring Festival Gala.

Smiled: "Han Qiao, you are here."

"Just right."

Han Qiao took out a poker card: "Three missing two, come quickly."

Why don't you play cards backstage at the Spring Festival Gala!
Fight the landlord.

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

9:00 in the evening.

New Year's Eve.

CCTV gate.

It snowed heavily at night again, and it was falling all over the sky, and the dark night sky was filled with fireworks from time to time.

red white green blue...

colorful.

The taste of the new year at this time is not comparable to that of later generations, and the entire land of China is immersed in the joy of reunion.

Han Qiao wrapped his clothes tightly: "Brother Zhang, naive, you send Sichun back, and then you will be on vacation, and go to work on the fifth day."

Yang Tianzhen was so happy: "Brother Han, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

The girl Ma Sichun was tired from playing, she was very curious at first, but she was bored at the end, she sat in the car and waved: "Brother Han, goodbye."

"goodbye!"

Watching the car go away.

Han Qiao found a shelter from the wind and prepared to contact the car.

speak up.

It's kind of miserable.

The rest are family reunions and family celebrations.

Han Qiao is alone.

Gao Yuanyuan didn't dare to disobey her mother and come out at this time, only the second day of junior high school came secretly to accompany him.

There are many rules in Xia Wen's family. Han Qiao was originally invited to accompany the old man on New Year's Eve.

Han Qiao refused.

Qin Lan just sent a text message: "Happy New Year."

Li Xiaoran is now a kite, flying farther and farther, only holding the string.

Han Qiao thought about his girlfriends.

Heart wow cool wow cool.

so much,
I am still alone.

With his hands in his pockets, in the heavy snow, Han Qiao walked towards the dim sky with the splendid fireworks in the distance.

Walked for a few minutes.

Han Qiao took out his mobile phone and almost forgot that he also had a wife.

The phone rang a few times and hung up.

Keep hitting.

this time.

The call was answered quickly, and Liu Xiaoli lowered her voice: "Today is New Year's Eve, you won't be reunited with your family, what are you calling so late?"

Han Qiao reached out to catch the snow: "Honey, aren't you my family?"

There was silence on the phone, and after a while, Liu Xiaoli gritted her teeth: "What do you want to do, I warn you, don't think about messing around."

"Honey, have you forgotten that you still owe me a promise." Han Qiao smiled: "This is not allowed to turn over the years."

Yanjing, villa.

Bright lights.

The whole villa is like a castle hanging under the moon. In the courtyard at the entrance, three snowmen are holding hands.

Liu Xiaoli stood in front of the window, holding the phone, watching the snowman in the yard, and the fireworks exploded in the night sky.

Liu Yifei shouted in the kitchen, "Mom, what else do you need to do besides peeling the skin?"

"Mom..." Liu Yifei lay at the door, her hair drooping: "Mom, who is calling you?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Liu Xiaoli came back to her senses, her expression normal: "Take out the noodles after peeling the skin."

"We will eat noodles during Chinese New Year."

"So much nonsense." Liu Xiaoli frowned: "Your father told you to eat, but you didn't want to go, and neither did your godfather. If you don't eat noodles, you'll be hungry."

"I'm not going. Dad's relatives are too annoying."

Liu Yifei muttered, and retracted her head.

Shaking her head, Liu Xiaoli held the phone in both hands and lowered her voice: "What's the mess, come if you want."

"But I warn you, be honest with me."

"Know it."

The voice on the phone was lazy, Liu Xiaoli thought of Han Qiao's rambunctious appearance, and added: "If you dare to mess around, I..."

"Anyway, be honest with me."

hang up the phone.

Liu Xiaoli plucked out a handful of hair, and inserted her five fingers into it.

One wrong step, and everything is lost.

I looked at my pajamas, changed into normal clothes, and took a picture in front of the mirror. The clothes were old-fashioned and my skin was not good. I was very satisfied, and I stepped on my slippers to the kitchen.

Liu Yifei sat on the ponytail.

clumsy.

Looking back, he shouted, "Mom, what do you want to do in such an ugly dress?"

"Han Qiao will come soon." Liu Xiaoli stared, "Go and change your clothes."

"What is Han Qiao doing here?"

"He's an orphan. It's not like you don't know it. His mother is his sister. It's very reasonable to invite him over for the New Year."

Liu Yifei looked at it, and if you believe it, there will be ghosts.

"I'm afraid of you." Liu Xiaoli didn't blush, her heart didn't beat, she picked up the knife with both hands, and chopped open the potato: "It's not that you said that you don't want to eat noodles. Han Qiao's cooking skills are not bad. Mom is using him to cook here."

Liu Yifei's eyes lit up: "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Go and change clothes."

"Okay."

(End of this chapter)