Feed the tiger with her

Chapter 191

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Tonight is destined to be another difficult night.

Lu Yin's eyes were out of focus, and he looked out of the window, dazed for a while, until the door was knocked open by his assistant, "Mr. Lu."

Lu Yin turned his head and glanced at it, and it became clear in an instant.

The assistant walked in, "The previous paparazzi contacted me again, probably because of the photos from last time, we offered a good price, and he wanted to sell us news again."

"what news."

The assistant hesitated for a moment, "He said that Miss Jian went to the porridge shop that night because she was on a date with someone."

Lu Yin was silent for a moment, the assistant did not dare to speak.

After a while, I saw the boss raised his legs and leaned slightly loosely on the chair, still facing out of the window.

After a while, Lu Yin said, "Our Yan Yan is really busy every day."

I don't know who I'm mocking.

The assistant didn't dare to answer, but said: "This paparazzi is a bit dark, he can't show any photos, and he can't show any evidence. It's too hasty to call it a date when he said he saw Miss Jane eating with a man just based on his mouth... ..."

Lu Yin was already tired, and supported his forehead with one hand, "Give him the money and tell him to shut up."

"Yes."

……

Jian Zhiyan's recent scenes have not been filming smoothly.

She firmly believes that it has nothing to do with her status, and she blames her school experience. She went to an international school in China when she was a child, and then went to study abroad when she was older, which made her Chinese pronunciation messy.

Of course, her daily life will definitely not be affected, but when she is about to use it for dinner, she will find that not passing the lines is a fatal problem.

In Zhang Fan's play, people said that this was her shortcoming. At that time, she didn't feel much about it, but in the second play, it was all exposed.

Eight out of ten NGs are related to lines.

Of course, the crew and the director dare not complain, but Jian Zhiyan knows that if she wants to open up the drama in the future, the problem of accent needs to be solved.

Therefore, Jian Zhiyan found a Chinese teacher for herself. The teacher hadn't been to the set for the time being, but he had a good sense of responsibility and sent Jian Zhiyan a bibliography in advance.

It was the end of the day, and Jian Zhiyan left Xiao Zhao behind, and went to the bookstore in the city by car.

Part of it is for relaxation, and part of it is for buying books.

You can buy a seat at the teahouse for 200 yuan, and you can stay in the big bookstore on the third floor for a long time.

Jian Zhiyan selected several broadcasting textbooks, returned to her seat, and opened Chapter 1 in the sunlight.

The transparent glass teacup was emitting hot steam, and the dust in the air was flying in the sky. Jian Zhiyan read deeply, and after an unknown amount of time, she raised her head and twisted her slightly sore neck.

Just about to breathe a sigh of relief, her eyes suddenly stopped, and then she smiled in surprise.

Lin Zhengxiong, who was sitting directly opposite, nodded at her, then collected his book, and walked over.

"Miss Jane."

"Mr. Lin? What a coincidence?"

"Yeah, I came here to buy two books to kill time, but I didn't expect to meet again."

Lin Zhengxiong asked again: "Can I sit here?"

"Of course." Jian Zhiyan moved her books to make room.

Lin Zhengxiong sat down and happened to see the book in front of her.

"I remember Miss Jane, you are an actor, why are you still studying university courses by yourself?"

Jian Zhiyan shook her head, "My script skills are not good, and I have an accent in Chinese, so I want to read the book to see if there is any way to improve."

Lin Zhengxiong looked at her seriously, "Listen to you, you really don't look like a native of Beishi. Have you lived abroad since childhood?"

"That's not true. The international school I went to when I was a child communicated in English, and I didn't go out to study until I was a teenager."

Lin Zhengxiong: "Even so, if you all speak Chinese at home, you should be able to speak it very well."

"My family is busy, so not many people talk to me, only my brother, who is willing to chat with me, but..." Jian Zhiyan smiled regretfully, "Once he was angry with me, and we haven't seen each other for half a year." Talk, and then my Chinese suddenly became ineffective.”

Lin Zhengxiong didn't make a sound.

Jian Zhiyan didn't want to chat too much with strangers, so she quickly changed the subject, and pointed to a passage in the textbook, "How about this, Mr. Lin, I'll read a passage, and you can listen to it for me, where is the tone wrong?"

Lin Zhengxiong smiled back.

"Okay, you read."

Jian Zhiyan read a passage to the book, and she felt that the words were correct, but Lin Zhengxiong, who had finished listening, pointed out a lot with a smile.

"You almost only read the second and fourth tones correctly. The third tones are the hardest-hit areas. It may be too deliberate. When you read, your accent is stronger than your speaking accent."

"Oh my God." Jian Zhiyan was completely frustrated, "Is it so serious, but the director has been very nice to me..."

Lin Zhengxiong comforted her, "Maybe reading lines is not the same as reading books."

"Well, I'll read it once, and you listen."

Lin Zhengxiong took the book and read the passage that Jian Zhiyan just read again. After reading it, he compared each word with his hands, and circled the difference between the two with a pencil.

The books were lying in the middle, separated by the wooden table, and the two leaned forward, reading the same book intently.

Lin Zhengxiong paused from time to time to confirm that Jian Zhiyan could understand, and then continued to speak a little bit.

The chrysanthemum Pu'er in the pot has been filled with water three times.

Jian Zhiyan read the first paragraph again, and Lin Zhengxiong recorded it with his mobile phone and showed her the playback.

After reading it, Jian Zhiyan's eyes were filled with surprise.

Needless to say, it worked surprisingly well.

Jian Zhiyan asked with a smile, "What does Mr. Lin do? I think you may be better than the Chinese teacher I hired."

"Me." Lin Zhengxiong took a sip of tea, "I used to be a teacher."

"Sure enough." Jian Zhiyan asked again: "Then what do you teach?"

"Teaching political economics at a university." Lin Zhengxiong added, "However, that was more than 30 years ago."

30 years ago? !

Jian Zhiyan was a little surprised, Lin Zhengxiong looked to be in his 40s, in his fifties.

Lin Zhengxiong seemed to see it too, and smiled, "I'm 65 this year."

After the shock, Jian Zhiyan pursed her lips and smiled, and blinked mischievously, "I'm negotiating a lifting and anti-wrinkle beauty device, I think they are more suitable for you."

Lin Zhengxiong laughed heartily, "If they offer the right price, I'm fine."

It's been a while since I came out, and Xiao Zhao has already called twice to remind me.

Jian Zhiyan put the odds and ends in her satchel, and put the books in her arms, holding them together with the coat, she and Lin Zhengxiong walked out of the bookstore.

While waiting for the RV to pick him up, Jian Zhiyan noticed that Lin Zhengxiong took out his bus card.

"Isn't your driver coming to pick you up?"

Lin Zhengxiong didn't take it seriously, "The driver has something to do. He went back to Beishi to help me get the documents. Anyway, I usually take the bus, so it's okay."

Jian Zhiyan looked up at the cold day and the 65-year-old man.

"Where are you going, let me take you for a while."

Just when the RV drove over, it was a gigantic monster with a million dollars, which soon attracted the attention of many people.

Without much hesitation, Lin Zhengxiong got into the car and reported the address of an old community.

(End of this chapter)