This entertainment industry is a bit strange

Chapter 35 Dark Moon and Stormy Night?
Watching Ding Lan make the confirmation call, he nodded with a strange expression.

Yang Rui felt a little sweat on his forehead.

The front foot made a movie to satirize others, and then directly scolded a crazy person...

Is it still too late to go back and find a doctor to issue a no-depression certificate?

"He said that he decided to meet a few friends at noon, so the meeting with you was changed to evening." Ding Lan's eyes were full of teasing, "He told you to go."

"Can I not go?"

Ding Lan shook his head: "He asked me to remind you that the script fee of 50 yuan for "Those Years" was theoretically not approved by the guardian. If it is strictly investigated..."

"I'm going, can't I go?"

Yang Rui wiped his forehead and looked at Jing Tian embarrassingly.

"That...your father's temper should be okay, right?"

Jing Tian didn't answer, but laughed heartlessly while holding his stomach.

White-eyed wolf!
Secretly slandering, Yang Rui didn't have the heart to continue chatting nonsense, so he turned around and left.

As soon as he went out, Jing Tian immediately withdrew his smile and looked at Ding Lan pitifully.

"Aunt Ding—"

"Stop!" Ding Lan said angrily, "Don't meddle in this matter, the more you help, the more troublesome it will be."

Jing Tian pouted and fell silent.

Yang Rui, who returned to the apartment, was a little nervous all day long.

That father Jing came all the way to Qingfeng on purpose. He didn't even see his daughter, so he wanted to see him by name, Yang Rui...

It's clear that the visitor is not good!

And temporarily changed the time to night, EMMM... a dark and stormy night?

In the evening, he went out in a daze.

The location Papa Jing chose was a bourgeois-style dessert shop.

The facade is small, the lights are dim, and there are almost no guests inside, only a few cats lying behind the glass window and yawning lazily.

Standing outside the door and taking a look, Yang Rui decided not to enter the door and waited outside.

In case, as soon as you enter the door, there will be a throwing cup directly inside...

It's better to be safer outside!
The agreed time was six o'clock in the evening, but at 06:30, Yang Rui still didn't see anyone entering the dessert shop.

What is this?Get off your horse?
Waiting to be bored, he simply bought a cone and played with his phone while eating.

He had no idea that a sharp gaze had been staring at him for half an hour in an unremarkable Corolla across the road.

"This kid is quite patient, isn't he?" The driver laughed softly, "After waiting for half an hour, he didn't even make a call to remind me."

Jing Yong snorted coldly, "He's really guilty! Didn't you see that he didn't even dare to enter the door of the dessert shop?"

"That's right." The driver chuckled, "Are you still going?"

"No hurry, just wait." Jing Yong narrowed his eyes and said, "I want to see where the limit of his patience is."

The driver nodded, but felt strange in his heart.

Didn't you come to find fault?Why does it feel like you are on an investigation?

Seven o'clock sharp.

The dessert shop was still empty.

"You don't know how to release pigeons?" Yang Rui muttered secretly.

Really bored of waiting, he simply started wandering around.

Although it is called to clean up the city appearance every year, the lively night market has already become a tourist card of Qingfeng City. Naturally, the supervision is to turn a blind eye, as long as it is not too messy.

Fried skewers, grilled wings, wolf tooth potatoes, sesame sauce cold skin...

I haven't walked a long way, but my mouth is full of oil.

I was about to buy a bottle of drink to relieve my tiredness, but suddenly I saw a small cart shop.

The cart was an old antique cart with several large barrels on it, and the barrels were tightly wrapped with floral cotton jackets.

This retro style of painting is incompatible with the bustling scene around.

The stall owner is a gray-haired, crooked old woman. A set of sportswear that doesn't fit has been washed to the point of whitish. It's recognizable at a glance that it's second-hand clothes.

For some reason, Yang Rui inexplicably remembered those people in the Yinghua Pavilion...

Walking to the cart, a handwritten cardboard clearly stated the type and price of the product.

Although the cardboard was damaged, the handwriting was beautiful and clear, which surprised him greatly.

"Young man, would you like something to drink?" The old woman stood up expectantly, "Mung bean soup, red bean soup, fruit tea, all freshly brewed, absolutely clean."

"Let's have a bowl of mung bean soup."

"alright, please wait."

Lifting off the padded jacket and opening the lid of the bucket, the old woman quickly poured out a bowl of mung bean soup.

Yang Rui was worried that the utensils were not clean, but after seeing that the rim of the bowl and the spoon were clean, he began to eat with confidence.

As soon as he swallowed it, the icy cold feeling made him secretly cry out.

After eating a bowl, he was about to pay and leave, but the old woman said: "Would you like another bowl? You won't be charged, I'll give it to you."

Yang Rui hesitated, "No need..."

"It doesn't matter." The old woman said with a smile: "Anyway, no one buys it, so I keep it until it goes bad."

"Okay then, thank you grandma." Yang Rui took the bowl full and asked curiously, "How much can you sell this day?"

"It can't be sold for a lot of money." The old woman said with a smile: "I just can't stay at home and want to come out and find something to do."

Taking a peek at the washed-out clothes, Yang Rui nodded and ended the topic.

After the second bowl of iced mung bean paste, he pointed to another well-wrapped bucket, "Grandma, is there soy milk in here? I want all of it."

The old woman was obviously stunned for a moment, and immediately waved her hands when she came back to her senses: "No, no, no, I don't want you..."

"Grandma, I usually like to drink soy milk, where can I buy it, right?" Yang Rui smiled and said, "Do you have a bag? Help me pack it."

The old woman hesitated for a moment, and finally lifted the quilt and began to take out soy milk.

After taking ten packs, she stopped, "Young man, so much should be enough. I buy them for cheap, and I buy them in advance. If you buy too many, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish them and waste them after the expiration date."

Yang Rui twitched inexplicably, and said with a smile: "It's okay, grandma, my friend also likes to drink this, so you can pack it for me."

Across the road, Jing Yong watched this scene silently, frowning.

After a long while, he spoke to the driver and said, "Just find a stall owner nearby."

The driver understood and immediately opened the door and walked out.

A few minutes later, a chubby skewer stall owner was invited over by "Money Power".

"Boss, do you have any orders?"

"That old lady." Jing Yong pointed to the old woman beside the cart, "Has she always set up a stall here?"

"You mean her?" The skewer stall owner nodded, "It's been there for several years, and she basically comes here every day."

"Where's the young man next to him? Do you know her?"

The skewer stall owner squinted his eyes to recognize it for a long time, "I don't think I've seen it before... and she is a lonely old man. I haven't heard of any relatives or friends here."

Jing Yong frowned, "She has no children?"

"Yes, but it's better not to have it." The skewer stall owner sighed, with a pitiful expression on his face, "Speaking of which, she is really a poor person."

"It is said that after she gave birth to two sons, the man ran away with the vixen. She worked three jobs to support the family. She spent most of her life expecting her two children to go to college and look good."

"It turns out that the two sons are really promising. One and two went abroad for further study after finishing university, but they forgot about having this mother as soon as they went out. Let alone being filial, they haven't even sent back a penny of alimony for so many years. "

"A 70-year-old man washes and washes dishes for others during the day, and asks the restaurant owner for leftover food to cook soup and sell it at night. It's really hard..."

After the owner of the barbecue stall left for a long time, Jing Yong still didn't recover.

Those usually sharp and deep eyes are now like two black holes.

I don't know how long it took before he came back to his senses and patted the back of the driver's seat, saying in a tired voice, "Let's go."

The driver was startled, "That kid..."

"Gone."

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Xingqing Culture, Supervisor's Office.

Ding Lan was answering the phone, Jing Tian was staring at her nervously, his two little hands rubbed together and almost twisted into twists.

A few minutes later, Ding Lan hung up the phone with a strange expression.

"Aunt Ding, how is it?" Jing Tian immediately asked nervously, "He didn't do anything to Yang Rui, did he?"

Ding Lan shook his head, "He's already gone to the airport, and he said he's going back to invite three tutors to help you with your studies."

Jing Tian was annoyed subconsciously: "I'm going back, why should I invite..."

Before she finished speaking, she froze suddenly.

Immediately, she looked at Ding Lan with disbelief, "He..."

Ding Lan smiled and nodded.

Jing Tian was stunned on the spot, two lines of tears came out of his eyes.

After a long while, she suddenly ran out.

"Where are you going?"

"Airport!"

(End of this chapter)