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Chapter 723 The Movie Is Really French

After Eric hung up the phone, he hugged the blanket and turned over, falling asleep with a smile on his lips.

Ji Changyuan's biological clock is usually very punctual. After waking up at 08:30, Eric was still asleep.

He didn't feel sorry for him, so he called out mercilessly, "Eric."

Eric was woken up and sat up slowly, his voice was still sleepy: "You wake up, I'll cook."

So Ji Changyuan sat there waiting with peace of mind, and ordered Eric to make himself a glass of milk and a bag of biscuits.

Ah Hui was worried, so he went upstairs to check on the situation. Who knows, he saw Mr. Ji sitting there eating leisurely, and Eric wearing an apron cooking.

"Mr. Ji, do you have any orders?" Ah Hui stepped forward and asked.

"No." Who knew Ji Changyuan actually said no.

Ah Hui glanced in the direction of the kitchen, thinking that it's only been one night, how could the relationship between the two of them change so fast, how could it be broken if Eric suddenly turned into a house husband?
"Mr. Ji, are you going out later?"

Ji Changyuan thought for a while and asked, "Will it rain outside?"

"I checked the weather forecast and it will rain today."

"Then don't go out."

"Yes."

"You go."

ah?Ah Hui was stunned for a moment, then glanced in the direction of the kitchen, thinking he should go, don't be an eyesore here.

"Ah Hui, let's go after breakfast." Eric was studying Chinese culture.

"No, no, I came here after breakfast." Ah Hui hurried away.

When the two had breakfast, Eric asked the same question: "Are you going out later?"

"Ah Hui said it will rain today, I don't want to go out, I'm going to watch a movie at home." Ji Changyuan took a bite of the egg pancake. "Next time put less salt, my taste is bland."

"Oh, success!"

After a while, Eric realized belatedly that what Ji Changyuan just said was to put less salt next time, next time?So he doesn't exclude himself?

Haha, so happy!

Ji Changyuan put down the bowls and chopsticks and became the hands-free shopkeeper, while Eric went to wash the dishes without complaint.

"Have you finished washing the dishes?" Ji Changyuan asked when he heard his approaching voice.

"It's finished." Eric was too naive at this time.

"Then you wipe the table, mop the floor, don't let go of the corners, I have a cleanliness."

Eric froze on the spot, blinked his eyes and asked, "What horse?"

Ji Changyuan glanced at him lightly: "You don't want to?"

Eric let out an ah, and could only say: "Yes, of course I am willing..."

So Eric took a rag and wiped the window sill full of resentment.

But Ji Changyuan closed his eyes for a while to rest his mind, and there were indeed raindrops outside the window, and it tended to fall more and more.

After Eric finally finished cleaning the room, Ji Changyuan woke up from a nap.

"Finished cleaning?" Ji Changyuan asked.

"It's over." Eric slumped on the sofa and panted.

"It's just doing housework, are you so tired?" Ji Changyuan was a little contemptuous, "Your physical strength is really worrying."

"Is my physical strength okay?! If you don't believe me, you can try it!" Eric was anxious.

Ji Changyuan's face turned dark.How dare he say such ambiguous words to himself?Are you courting death?

Eric knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and immediately changed the subject: "Hey, it's raining a lot outside."

The sound of rainwater hitting the window was very loud, tick-tock.

"Can you play the piano?" Ji Changyuan asked suddenly.

"Well, I learned a little bit when I was young." Eric frowned and recalled, as a son of a family, it was inevitable that he had to learn this and that when he was young. Piano is a must-learn item for the upper class, and he also learned it.

"You can play a piece." Ji Changyuan ordered.

ah?Eric's eyes widened, and the blue eyes were full of daze.After struggling for a while, he gave up resisting, forget it, what are you fussing about with a blind man?Eric comforted himself like this.

There is a grand piano in the living room of Ji Changyuan's house. Eric sat in front of the piano, tried a few notes, and tried hard to recall the pieces he had learned.

The room was extremely quiet, only the sound of rain rang in my ears, pattering.

Eric suddenly came up with inspiration, and searched out a very suitable piano piece in his mind - "The Mark of the Rain".

When the gentle prelude sounded, Ji Changyuan was not unsurprised.He turned his head slightly, and turned towards the direction of the piano sound, surprise flashed in his beautiful eyes.

Eric didn't play very smoothly, and there were a few wrong notes in the middle, but it didn't affect the melodiousness of the piece.After playing a song, he went to see Ji Changyuan worriedly.

"I thought you played badly." Ji Changyuan said.

"Can I play well?" Eric scratched his blond hair.

"It's not too bad." Ji Changyuan added: "If you train well when you are young, you should have good achievements."

"Oh my God, that would be better than killing me!" Eric wailed, "You know, when I was young, my grandpa forced me to learn the piano, and he wouldn't allow me to eat if I didn't play well. God knows I dozed off when I sat in front of the piano. ..."

Hearing this, Ji Changyuan lowered his head and smiled softly.

"why are you laughing?"

"Children in China will be forced by their parents to learn a lot of specialties when they are young. If they refuse to learn, they will have a similar experience to you. I thought there was no such situation in the United States." Ji Changyuan said.

"How come? We Americans suffer only after we go to college. Few people go out to eat, drink and have fun. The library is the place we love the most. You never went to college in the U.S., so you don't know how difficult it is to graduate from U.S. universities... I heard that Jing Yan is a graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, he should know that."

Ji Changyuan's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Eric felt a little strange, and stepped forward to ask him: "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

"No." Ji Changyuan shook his head slightly, and changed the subject: "Let's watch a movie, you turn on the TV, there are many discs under the TV cabinet."

Eric followed suit one by one, but had trouble choosing a disc and asked, "What do you want to watch?"

Before he could answer, Eric said again: "These are old movies, why aren't there any new American movies?"

The discs in Ji Changyuan's house are all old foreign movies, such as "The Blue Bridge", "Roman Holiday", "Love at Dusk and Sunset", etc., and even old movies from the 30s.

"I don't like it." Ji Changyuan squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about something: "I always feel that old movies have a taste, and they last for a long time, and they have their own reasons."

Eric heard the same thing, but he still smiled and said: "I still prefer to watch Hollywood blockbusters, the pictures are realistic and shocking."

While talking, he picked out a copy of "Two Little Wushui" and stuffed it into the DVD player.

"This should be a comedy." Eric said to himself, it was raining outside, and he didn't want the atmosphere to be too sad, so he wanted to pick a lighter movie to watch.

After choosing for a long time, only the cover of this movie is two cute children kissing in the rain, so he thought the style of the movie should be very warm and happy.

The movie started, and since Ji Changyuan couldn't see, Eric was responsible for explaining the content of the screen to him from time to time.

Seeing the back, Eric regretted it.Because he found that this is not a comedy at all. Although the movie does not have scenes of great tragedy, and there are no natural or man-made disasters, but——it is too disturbing.

The male and female protagonists are playing a dare game. They dare to swear, disturb the classroom, and wear underwear outside. After playing a game for more than ten years, they dare to do anything except dare to say, I love you.

Eric watched as if sitting on pins and needles: "These two people must be sick..."

Ji Changyuan smiled slightly: "Typical French movie."

The French make movies, and the Americans make movies very differently.The French love romance and fantasies, and there are endless romantic stories in their minds. The French can think of many plots that others can't think of, and they can shoot with a different feeling.

"It's really French." Eric touched his chin and nodded. "But I'm even more surprised that you actually like this kind of love movie? I heard that you were a very cold-blooded person before."

"In the mall, how can you survive without being cold-blooded? A leader must have the ability to make decisions and be ruthless. How can an indecisive person lead the way?" Ji Changyuan lowered his eyes.

"Actually, you really like a quiet life in your bones?" This was the first time that Eric went to understand Ji Changyuan's heart.

Compared with the elite life in the past, Ji Changyuan prefers to sit at home in a loose white shirt and slacks, drinking tea and reading a book.

"You Chinese have an old saying, that is, picking chrysanthemums under the western fence, and seeing Beishan leisurely... Does it refer to people like you who want to live in seclusion?" Eric scratched his head.

"It's picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and seeing Nanshan leisurely." Ji Changyuan closed his eyes and suddenly felt very tired.

Eric was so distressed, and after a while he said: "If you don't want to do it, then don't do it, anyway, isn't the money you earn enough to spend?"

Chuangshi is such a big company, how tiring it is for him to carry it alone!It's better not to do it, because his temperament is not expensive, it's better to really live in seclusion.

"Did I tell you about my childhood?" Ji Changyuan asked suddenly.

"No." He hated that it was too late for him, and it was annoying to say two more words to himself on weekdays, how could he talk about his childhood.

"I lived with my mother when I was a child. There was no father since I was a child. In order to raise me, my mother rode a tricycle to collect junk every day, and went to the vegetable market at night to pick up vegetables that others didn't want. In short, it was very hard. For To lighten her load, I stopped going to high school, so I never went to college."

Eric was stunned, no wonder just now when he said that Jing Yan graduated from MIT, a trace of imperceptible loneliness flashed in his eyes.

"So it's very hard for me to carry the creation alone, but you see, it's not hard for Jing Yan to carry the Jing family." Ji Changyuan laughed at himself.

Eric gradually widened his eyes, as if he understood.Jing Yan was born in a family, and received the best and most elite education since he was a child. After he grew up, he went to a famous university abroad to further his studies. His ability has been tempered, so he is naturally not so tired.

But Ji Changyuan is not, he has no culture, he was born with a bad background, he has to learn every bit by himself, God knows how boring and tiring it is.

(End of this chapter)