beauty winner

Yang Jingxing sat at his girlfriend's house for nearly an hour and still hasn't left. It's no wonder he has a thick skin. It's really not that cold. The factory where He Weidong and his wife have stayed for half their lives has many ups and downs. It's not boring. For example, Yang Jingxing estimated that the cost of Puhai Satellite TV's New Year's Eve party should exceed 4000 million, but it seems that the advertisements did not sell well.

Of course, the Spring Festival Gala is different. A good advertising space can cost tens of millions.Yang Jingxing also knew that Tong Yichun's salary for the Spring Festival Gala was 1000 yuan, which was at the same level as the dancers who supported her.In the regulations of the Spring Festival Gala that have been in use for many years, celebrities and idols are equivalent to "temporary workers", and a first-class actor or singer with a professional title, such as Tong Lei, can get several times as much as a temporary worker. .Therefore, if [-] goes to the Spring Festival Gala, their personal reward should be higher than that of Tong Yichun.

Fan Yali had a good impression of Tong Yichun, she said that watching the concert video, she felt that this person is not artificial: "...Her typhoon is more natural and elegant, I like it better."

Yang Jingxing was active: "Next time you and your uncle go to the concert, let Yuanyuan make another guest appearance."

He Peiyuan asks: "If you say it's a string, it's a string?"

He Weidong recalled with a smile: "Your aunt had her own ideas and pursuits when she was doing stage work when she was young, but the leaders all asked the actors to look forward to the stage and have a graceful figure. Your aunt felt that she was not Bole, so she simply quit in a fit of anger. gone."

Yang Jingxing said solemnly: "Auntie's ideas are too advanced, and in that era, many laymen led experts. Fortunately, the daughter inherited her mother's ambition, so it is appropriate now."

He Peiyuan revealed righteously: "A flatterer."

Yang Jingxing has a basis: "I have seen photos of uncles and aunts. Aunts really lead the trend. The style of 20 years ago is still fashionable now."

Fan Yali is elegant and modest: "I only dress up when I take pictures, it's usually very ordinary."

"Akina Nakamori!" He Weidong was brilliant and regretful: "Your generation doesn't know each other anymore."

He Peiyuan disliked her father: "Don't talk about those old days, okay?"

Yang Jingxing had to brag about himself: "Of course I know her, so looking at the original photos of Auntie always feels inexplicably familiar..."

He Weidong was simply proud: "That's right! Eyes and noses..."

She seemed to be ignored, so He Peiyuan had to increase her volume: "Are you embarrassed?"

Yang Jingxing should have felt the aura, looked at his girlfriend and said: "Then Yuanyuan asked me, I guessed a little bit from her proud look, and then gave some hints, I thought of it all at once, it really looks like it."

He Peiyuan didn't appreciate it: "You haven't seen the photos of my mother in her teens and 20s!"

Yang Jingxing didn't have a lower limit: "I can still see it now."

He Weidong got up generously: "Yes, there are young people at home, but unfortunately the old videos can't be seen clearly..."

He Peiyuan said sharply: "No, no!"

Although Fan Yali smiled brighter, she was generally elegant: "What do you see with two eyes, one nose and one mouth?"

He Weidong seemed to be intimidated by his daughter, so he sat back and changed the topic: "Maybe the times are different, I feel that the stars of our era are the real stars. I didn't chase stars, but I just knew Xiaoyuan's mother. The salary is 200 yuan, and the magazines they smuggled or got back from Japan sell for [-] a piece, and I bought more than a dozen copies, as well as videotapes, CDs..."

Yang Jingxing also confessed in a hey manner: "I heard from Yuanyuan."

Fan Yali laughed at her husband: "Stupid not stupid!" He Peiyuan used her expression to show that she joined hands with her mother.

He Weidong held on to his momentum, and encouraged the young people as an elder: "So, if you can cultivate one or two such stars on your [-] side, it can be considered a little achievement."

He Peiyuan snorted: "Bullshit achievement!"

Yang Jingxing took it seriously: "Maybe the social environment is different. In fact, the overall quality of some artists is not low. From my point of view, the quality of music is not worse than before. I feel that the value of the product is still related to the times..."

This is a topic that the two have discussed, and He Peiyuan can't wait: "Is the 20 yuan 100 years ago the same as the 100 yuan now? If you stand still, you should be eliminated."

He Weidong obviously likes his daughter's point of view: "When Xiaoyuan was born, the Lekang Garden over there was 2 square meters. My colleagues invited me to buy it together, so I didn't have that vision. It's more than [-] now. His son is here this year. Settling in Canada depends on selling that house.”

He Peiyuan helped the producer settle the score: "You have to show twenty times the previous artistic level!"

Yang Jingxing didn't dare to answer the words and could only smile wryly.

Fan Yali couldn't bear it any longer, she seemed to comfort the guest sincerely: "It's the same, young people nowadays like Cheng Yaoyao very much, your uncle still expresses his opinion after he can't keep up with the times."

"It's too far away." He Peiyuan helped her father again: "What influence does Cheng Yaoyao have? What trends has she led? There is no love and awe for music at all. It is only used as a tool and cannot be used well!"

Listening to her daughter's words, Fan Yali's face changed from serious to stern, and her voice was not elegant: "What did you say? That's Yang Jingxing's colleague!"

He Peiyuan pouted unhappy, while He Weidong hehe, but he didn't have much confidence.

Fan Yali's momentum was a bit ignoring the guests: "I don't know the severity, the habit is getting worse and worse!"

Yang Jingxing cautiously found some sense of presence: "It's not Yuanyuan, it's what I said..."

He Peiyuan doesn't want to be rogue and hypocritical: "You go!"

It was too embarrassing, so Yang Jingxing was also angry: "Then I'm leaving, and I will let you be disciplined."

He Weidong laughed twice, seeming to be more promising than the younger generation of men: "Yang Jingxing said it himself, isn't he qualified to judge the level of art?" Dare to look at his wife at the same level.

Yang Jingxing was also afraid of being reprimanded: "I only talk to Yuanyuan."

He Peiyuan came seriously: "Aren't you leaving?"

"Let's go." Yang Jingxing got up: "It's almost eleven o'clock, uncles and aunts also go to bed early, I'll pick up Yuanyuan for breakfast tomorrow morning."

He Weidong is polite: "Sit again..."

Fan Yali smiled suspiciously: "Is Xiao Yang angry?"

He Peiyuan became angry again: "He dares!"

Fan Yali scolded her daughter with her eyes again.

He Peiyuan became more determined: "Hurry up!"

Yang Jingxing seemed to have grasped the situation, and sat down again: "I won't leave, I'll see you get scolded."

He Weidong haha: "Come to eat scallion noodles tomorrow morning?"

Yang Jingxing was polite: "Don't bother Auntie, I'm a bit busy tomorrow, so I must come early, I have to go to work after eating a bowl of noodles."

Fan Yali's persuasive appearance: "I'm always busy, so I must rest well."

"Things!" He Peiyuan cried out impatiently, and pushed the door open to enter her room.

"What?" He Weidong turned his head to ask, then remembered again: "Oh, a book."

He Peiyuan stood outside the perspective of her parents in the room and hooked her boyfriend, smiling.

Yang Jingxing seemed to be embarrassed. After moving two steps, there was still a distance from the door of his girlfriend's boudoir, but he could see a larger section. It was indeed a small room. There was a bed next to the wall on the right hand side of the door, and a bookcase opposite the bed.

He Peiyuan said generously, "Come in."

The elder didn't seem to care about the young man, and went to watch TV again, Yang Jingxing took another step forward, and finally stepped into the room where his girlfriend had slept for more than ten years.

The room is about six or seven square meters. The furniture must be custom-made. The style is tailored to local conditions and the size is just right. They are all blue and white.The bed was only a little over one meter wide and shorter than usual, just fitting from the door frame to the wall over there.The quilt is fairly neat, the orange quilt cover and the light blue sheets, the lavender and various lace pillows are even more girlish.

The bookcase and the computer desk are integrated, occupying the entire wall, obviously more emphasis is placed on the function of the bookcase, the desk is quite cramped, and there is not much room for a monitor.It is true that He Peiyuan has a lot of books, but not all of them have cultural connotations. There are at least two rows of spines and names, and you can tell that they are the kind that deceive little girls, and the antiquated feeling of those classics is probably older than He Peiyuan.There are two rows of suggested shelves nailed on the wall next to the bed, but besides books, there are also many little decorations for girls that exist for beauty.

The gap between the bed and the bookshelf is at most half a meter, and it may be difficult to place a chair, so there is a stool in front of the computer. In fact, it may be more convenient to sit on the bed and watch the computer.

Yang Jingxing observed very inefficiently, his eyes moved very slowly, and there was a smile on his face.

He Peiyuan pulled her boyfriend to move: "Let."

Yang Jingxing took another step inside in a daze, and then saw that his girlfriend was actually trying to close the door.

He Peiyuan just closed the door just right, unlocked it, and then smiled a little embarrassedly.

Yang Jingxing saw it. It turned out that the bust photo Nie Shaoying took of the girl was hanging on the wall behind the door. It was hung neatly, with four corners fixed.

He Peiyuan looked at the photos herself, and was unhappy: "Are you old? Fat?"

Yang Jingxing confirmed the layout of the room again, and was surprised: "Are you admiring yourself every day when you watch falling asleep and waking up?"

He Peiyuan was anxious: "It's not like you... There's no place to hang up... Then I'll take it! Throw it away!"

"No." Yang Jingxing explained in a low voice: "I thought I was the only one who would find it pleasing to the eye."

He Peiyuan obviously thought of a countermeasure temporarily: "I...motivate myself, I have to work harder to be ugly!"

Yang Jingxing shouted in a voice that only he could hear: "Auntie, Yuanyuan is talking nonsense again, this time targeting everyone."

He Peiyuan didn't bother to get angry anymore, she could only sneer: "You go and sue!" It was quite loud, but the elders in the outhouse didn't seem to hear it.

Yang Jingxing made a false alarm and quickly changed the subject: "Where do you put your clothes?"

He Peiyuan pointed to the cabinet with a door under the bookcase, but warned: "Don't look at it."

Yang Jingxing didn't seem to have that intention either, and continued to observe, only three sanxians could be seen in the room, and the guzheng and pipa on the top of the bookcase must be hard to see in the box.In the group photo of the family of three in the bookshelf, He Peiyuan is wearing a white dress, she is a real girl, Yang Jingxing almost pounced on her and held it in her hands.

"Senior year, I'm about to graduate." He Peiyuan introduced, feeling sad when she thought about it: "I've been sick for almost a year, and I didn't know it at the time."

The parents in the photo looked very happy, Yang Jingxing looked at it again, arranged the small photo frame upright, and looked at the bookshelf again.

He Peiyuan suddenly stepped into the gap between the bed and the bookcase, and there was no money on the bookcase behind her back: "You are not allowed to look from here."

The two came to defend and break through for a while, but their parents were still outside, afraid of being scolded, so He Peiyuan gave up first and retreated further inside.

It’s not a secret or a shame, it’s just a pink file box, and what’s clipped are the bookmarked scores and parts of “It’s Us”, as well as “Baoqin”, “Spring Blossoms and Autumn Fruits”, “Empty Mountain”, “Singing in the Wind” ", "Wen Mo", "Burning".It can be seen that they should be the printed scores used in the rehearsal, and they are full of hard work, although they are well organized.The file box almost occupies a shelf of the bookcase, except that there is a cute and exquisite plastic rabbit doll on the left, and on the right is a slim girl in a short dress of the same style and the same size, smiling with her head up. He Peiyuan.

Yang Jingxing seemed disappointed and sighed a little.

He Peiyuan explained in a business-like manner: "It's all sorted out recently!"

Yang Jingxing looked at the bookmarks, the ink style was still the same.

"Doesn't it look good?" He Peiyuan regretted triumphantly: "A flower is inserted in..."

Yang Jingxing is really cheap, and he is smiling happily.

"What are you laughing at?" He Peiyuan was even more unhappy.

Yang Jingxing took another breath and then sighed again: "Suddenly found that...in the place that I think is very precious, there is still a place for me."

He Peiyuan frowned and stared at her boyfriend for a while, then explained: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not right about the work..."

Yang Jingxing had no self-esteem, so he still laughed.

He Peiyuan is so courageous, her parents are separated by a door, she clings to her boyfriend, hugs her arms, and leans her head.

Yang Jingxing was afraid of being beaten, so he only dared to hug his girlfriend's shoulder.

He Peiyuan was wronged, humming: "I don't want you to see..."

Yang Jingxing was still not satisfied: "What about "Love Song"?"

"No..." He Peiyuan was immediately happy: "I don't want to save it, it's so disgusting, what I love is art!"

Yang Jingxing nodded, picked up the doll and admired it: "It's so beautiful."

"It's so expensive!" He Peiyuan felt distressed: "More than 2000, a sophomore! The profiteers lied to me that it was a limited edition. I bought it at the time and regretted it and liked it... I dare not tell them it is so expensive."

Yang Jingxing looked funny: "...it's a bit expensive to match me."

He Peiyuan hehehe, it's really her own territory, the girl raised her hand to break Yang Jingxing's chin, put her lips together and kissed it lightly.

Yang Jingxing still didn't dare, and continued to observe the room: "...What about this one?"

He Peiyuan didn't feel distressed anymore: "Souvenirs from going to Dunhuang in primary school, and Li Diya each... Cultural relics!"

Yang Jingxing was curious now: "What about this one?"

He Peiyuan was too lazy to say: "Look for yourself, there are words..."

Thick-skinned people are really different, they keep saying they want to leave, but Yang Jingxing's feet have taken root in his girlfriend's room, and he even has to find out the year of the furniture.He Peiyuan's room was refurbished two years after her grandfather passed away, and it hasn't changed much since then.He Peiyuan decided on the color and style of the furniture herself, so she was ahead of the times, and Li Diya was envious at that time.

It took several minutes to move from one end of the gap to the other. Yang Jingxing suddenly became interested in the window that was only wide enough for one person: "Let me see!" The curtains are beaded, and the casement windows need to be used Yang Jingxing almost leaned out to look down.

He Peiyuan pressed her boyfriend's back again, and asked softly, "Did you see it?"

Yang Jingxing nodded.

He Peiyuan spoke more softly: "My husband..."

Yang Jingxing Yes.

"I want to tell you a secret..." He Peiyuan's tone was very unwilling.

Yang Jingxing Yes.

He Peiyuan rubbed her chin on her boyfriend's back: "I don't want to hear it anymore."

"I want to hear it!" Yang Jingxing strongly affirmed, "I really want to hear it."

"It's just..." He Peiyuan hesitated but still murmured: "When you were chasing me, although I didn't want to promise you, I was very happy."

Yang Jingxing became more courageous, turned around and hugged his girlfriend: "Honey, I love you."

He Peiyuan seems to be talking to herself: "I am so happy every day, I have never been so happy."

Yang Jingxing hugged the girl tighter.

He Peiyuan changed her right face and snuggled up: "There are still many secrets, I will tell you slowly in the future..."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Okay, I'll listen slowly in the future."

He Peiyuan nodded and rubbed her face on her boyfriend's clothes.

Fan Yali's voice came: "Xiaoyuan, is Yang Jingxing hungry?"

He Peiyuan whispered to her boyfriend: "Don't eat supper."

Yang Jingxing nodded while answering the outside question: "Auntie, I'm not hungry... Wife, I have a problem with you."

"what?"

"Why now? I really don't want to go."

He Peiyuan giggled complacently, as if she had planned it long ago.