Warm Jade of Rebirth

Chapter 30 Tolerance
Wen Liang had the urge to laugh out loud, yesterday he said he wanted to borrow her cell phone to make a call, but he forgot to return it...

"Well, get ready, there is an exclusive interview with a reporter this afternoon. You come to my house, and I'll take you there." The charizard suddenly turned into a dropped eggplant, and quickly hung up the phone.

Wen Liang shook his head and hung up the phone, and suddenly turned around to see Jiang Weinuo staring at the phone fiercely, as if he was going to stare at the phone through a hole.

"What's the matter?" She hurried over to pinch his cheek.

The boy's cheeks were cold, but his eyes were burning with flames: "Wen Liang, are you going to fall in love with someone else? Don't you love Jiang Jingshen?"

This is the first time since he knew everything, he called her gentle.

Shocked, Wen Liang hurriedly hugged the child's body, coaxing gently in a low voice: "Why do you think so?"

"You smile so happily every time you answer his phone." The boy accused aggrievedly, holding his hands tightly, his eyes were red, like a rabbit.

yes?

Wen Liang thought hesitantly.

how is this possible.The other party was Lin Baiyu, she patted the boy's head, quickly shook off the thoughts that should not have been in her mind, and said: "Nuo Nuo, I don't know why you have such thoughts, but you remember, no matter what happens What happened, Wen Liang still loves Jiang Weinuo's Wen Liang."

"But Wen Liang is dead, you know? It's Gu Yunlan now, and there is nothing like the Wen Liang Gu Yunlan in his whole body."

Jiang Weinuo remained silent.

Looking at the silent child with his head down, Wen Liang sighed, stretched out his hand to pull him up, but stopped.

That's it.

Leave the child alone and be quiet.

Wen Liang gently opened the door for him, but he didn't know that the child inside the door took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

She rushed all the way to Lin Baiyu's house... In fact, she has never been there, she just heard about the address.

Since what happened last time, although the two of them kept silent about what happened that day, after an obvious shared adversity, they have maintained a state of being friends with each other.

But this is Wen Liang's wishful thinking.

I also want to know how different Dao Lin's house is.

She was going crazy watching the taxi leave her in this barren land.

The dark object in front of him was Director Lin's house, a dilapidated house in a dilapidated dwelling with a small second floor precariously hanging there, with red circles drawn on the side walls and big words written inside.

She imagined what it would be like when the demolition team demolished a nail account like Director Lin, and she couldn't help laughing out loud.

At this time, a head poked out from the second floor: "Come on? Come up."

So Wen Liang went in cautiously, and she was terrified again, she shouted in her heart, Director Lin, Director Lin, how dare you call people to a place like you!

The dilapidated sofa was full of new clothes, a washing machine was dismantled and lay dead on the ground, several boxes of instant noodles and mineral water were piled up in the corner, and there was a crooked stove that was blowing cold wind from the window. Tenaciously burning red flames.

There are bookshelves on both sides, some books about philosophy, and film and television works.

Wen Liang tremblingly raised his head to the tall figure who appeared above the stairs and asked weakly: "Director Lin, where did all the money you earn go?"

The young man above was hidden in the black shadow, and she could almost feel those eyes staring at her fiercely: "Wen Liang, this is my life."

Wen Liang said seriously, "I don't understand."

Yes, she doesn't understand, there are too many mysteries in this person.

The people above looked at her for a while.As if he was thinking about her answer, but didn't seem to take her answer to heart, he said softly after a long time: "This is not far from Northwest Film and Television City, I'll take you there."

What he didn't say was, that reporter is hard to deal with, I'll follow, he won't make things difficult for you.

The corners of his lips moved, but he watched her turn around without making a sound.

She didn't know the handsome man behind her, looked at her back, and murmured: "Wen Liang, I don't have much time."

In the future, she often thought that if she could listen carefully, or pay more attention to this man, maybe that kind of thing would not have happened, but she couldn't turn back time, and neither could he. She fell in love with him.

The reserved location is in the studio, and for this reason, the idlers and others were first emptied.

Wen Liang sat there, a little helpless and nervous, after all, this was related to her future acting career.She heard from Lin Baiyu that today's reporters are different from those in the past. They are people who have truly become national special commissioners and have personally experienced the Libyan war. It is impossible for entertainment reporters and news reporters to appear on the same line as in the past. This reporter values The most important thing is Lin Baiyu's movies, which have great social significance and influence. After all, movies praising socialism have become extinct in the past few years. Even if there are, no one can make movies like this. Well, naturally I have to support her well...

Of course, there is another reason why Lin Baiyu didn't tell Wen Liang.

This female reporter named Qi Hui in Chinese had been chasing him for three months.

Of course he felt that it was unnecessary, who would argue with a lunatic, at this moment he admitted that he was not a lunatic.

From this aspect, I have to say that Lin Baiyu has a natural political sensitivity, and he is good at subtly integrating political education into his works without any trace, which makes people take it for granted even if they find it.

Since Lin Baiyu didn't tell Wen Liang what kind of person Qi Hui was, Wen Liang opened his mouth in surprise when he saw the person coming.

The woman has neat black hair, a tanned face without makeup, almond eyes and red lips, wearing a black punk shirt, white slacks, and unidentifiable brand hiking shoes. She looks tall and elegant.

What surprised Wen Liang was not the appearance, but that such a beautiful girl was carrying a large army green bag that was almost pressing on her head, and the bulging, heavy girl came in hunched over.

When he came in, he gave Lin Baiyu a sad look.

Lin Baiyu rubbed his nose in embarrassment, his black face was a little embarrassed, after all, when a woman was carrying so many things for herself, it was enough for a big man to find a way to jump in.

Wen Liang hurried over to help unload the girl's back, but the girl didn't appreciate it at all. She threw her away with a huff, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and finally stopped staring at Lin Baiyu, but took out the photographic equipment in the bag. After coming out, Xing Xing finally squinted at Wen Liang: "This guy said that my equipment doesn't look good for you, so he insisted that I use his!"

"Damn it, compared to the movie, the real person is not so beautiful."

(End of this chapter)