Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　"If you don't do it, don't do it. You are busy yourself, and there are still so many things to worry about. It's okay to ignore it here. In the future, my grandfather and I will have nothing to do with business performances, and then if we have a new job, we will go to the small theater to have a talk with each other. Let's chat, in fact, this is very good. There is no need to intervene in superfluous things..."

　　In front of Wu Shaobai, Hou Zhen wanted to speak straight.

　　Do not hide and tuck.

　　Because he felt that he had nothing to hide from Wu Shaobai.

　　Although it's not like two brothers in one lifetime, Hou Zhen felt that... I met this lifetime partner at the best age.

　　There are so many people talking about cross talk in the world, why did they meet you?

　　How big of a coincidence is this?

　　Therefore, the relationship between Wu Shaobai and Hou Zhen is like Guo Degang and Yu Xuan, closer than anyone else.

　　Speaking here, don't hide.

　　"Now you have to practice medicine, consult a doctor, and worry about Deyun Society. You also have family, children, and honoring the elderly... You are too busy. Young master, how old are you? I look worried for you... …You learn from me, do you know what I do every day? Accompanying my daughter and my son, performing when there is a performance, and playing games at home when there is no performance. Occasionally go fishing, go to eat delicious food, go traveling... These are called life "You have to learn to let go, to slow down, that's what's appropriate."

　　"……Um."

　　Wu Shaobai smiled slightly.

　　"I see, Mr. Hou."

　　"Right, I won't talk about it in the future, every two or three months, we will participate in a performance, and other times when our mouths are itchy, we will go to the small theater. Usually, no matter if you are bringing apprentices or doing something, people will look at you and don't. I’d love to talk to you so much. Children these days can hide things in their hearts. People like us don’t know how to get in touch with you, so don’t get in the way. Children and grandchildren will have their own children and grandchildren, young master, you must understand, no Everyone will follow your way of thinking. Sometimes you control too much, you control too much, but you find that you can't control anything in the end. You say this makes people angry? You are saying, what's the use of being angry? Yes Right? Just, don’t worry about anything. Be less troublesome and cherish the people in front of you, no better than anything.”?”

　　"Hahaha, listen to you, don't care."

　　"That's right..."

　　Hou Zhen threw the cigarette butt out.

　　The windows rose, and the coolness in the car returned.

　　Leaning on the comfortable seat of the commercial car, he looked at the road ahead illuminated by the street lights, smiled and sighed:

　　"Hey... life, you have to be poor, you have to be rich, you are busy, you are free, you are awake, you are drunk, how do you live it? , busy with work. At the end of the day, who remembers a handful of loess? I've been there, wrong, wrong... It's better to go fishing, grow flowers, drink and eat, the sky is blue, the ground is quiet, and you can get it at ease~"

　　"Hahaha~ a crooked poem."

　　Wu Shaobai smiled and judged, and then asked:

　　"You wrote it yourself?"

　　"That's not ~ rhyme, but not crooked at all."

　　"That's right, it's fine."

　　"Hahaha~"

　　……

　　Yanjing Airport.

　　Some dedicated reporters were still squatting at the exit, waiting for Yue Yunpeng to arrive.

　　Paparazzi and airports never seem to be inseparable.

　　At the same time, there is a fact that everyone in the entertainment industry tacitly agrees, that is, there are paparazzi in the airport staff, and which star will take which flight and what time will it arrive. These information actually exist as values ​​that can be circulated.

　　It is a grey industry.

　　But no one is really serious.

　　It can only be said that cats have cat ways and mice have rat ways.

　　At 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, the last flight from Yanjing Airport arrived.

　　Before the international export, some reporters even with the tacit approval of the security guard, have been waiting for others in a big way.

　　International export.

　　Wu Shaobai and Hou Zhen walked in together.

　　Seeing the reporters blocking the door, they both frowned, but they didn't make a sound, they just stood with the security guards on duty.

　　After years and months, Wu Shaobai is no longer the stunned young man he used to be.

　　He also learned some default rules.

　　With the security station on duty, the reporter only dared to take pictures from a distance.

　　If you dare to come, you will be suspected of obstructing official business.

　　Therefore, reporters who found them could only shoot from a distance.Knowing that Yue Yunpeng, who was pushing the box, rushed out with his assistant and apprentice...

　　The reporters rushed to surround Xiaoyue.

　　Upon seeing this, Hou Zhen glanced at the security guard on duty.

　　"New here?"

　　"..."

　　Security's mouth twitched.

　　Hou Zhen silently pointed to the pile of people:

　　"We're both standing here... Why don't you hurry up and pull people out? Don't you understand the rules?"

　　"¨"..."

　　The security guard glanced at Hou Zhen, and then looked at his companion next to him...

　　The two walked over quickly.

　　Yue Yunpeng didn't say a word, and rushed forward to protect him, turning a deaf ear to the reporters' questions.

　　His consciousness would be a little blurry.

　　All I know is that Deyun Society arranged for someone to pick him up and go home overnight, but they don't know who is coming.

　　Until he heard a familiar cry:

　　"Little Yue."

　　"...?"

　　Looking at the source of the sound subconsciously, he saw Wu Shaobai and Hou Zhen who were standing at the door.

　　"!"

　　Yue Yunpeng's face was obviously stunned, but when he saw Wu Shaobai beckoning, he felt as if he had found the backbone, and his eyes quickly turned red.

　　No need to guess, he knows why these two are here.

　　Tears stopped for a moment.

　　At this time, the security guard stopped the reporter, Wu Shaobai quickly stepped forward and helped him carry the box:

　　"Let's go. Get in the car and say."

　　"..." (Zhao Haozhao)

　　Yue Yunpeng burst into tears silently.

　　Then, under the maintenance of Chongchong and the two security guards, a few people walked out of the international exit and looked at Wu Shaobai's commercial vehicle that was parked at the door without any regard for traffic violations...

　　Yue Yunpeng cried even more fiercely than Song.

　　Hou Zhen didn't speak, just opened the car door and pushed him in.

　　Then Chongchong quickly put their luggage in the trunk.

　　The four got in the car.

　　Wu Shaobai fastened his seat belt, ignoring the group of reporters who were lying on the side of the car taking pictures of several people, and stepped on the accelerator to go out.

　　The commercial vehicle disappeared into the darkness.

　　After the car was far away from the reporter, Yue Yunpeng couldn't hold on any longer, and burst into tears:

　　"Shaobai! Wooooooooooooo..."

　　"I know, it's okay, I'm not here."

　　While following the navigation to Puyang, Wu Shaobai let out a sigh of relief. .

Chapter 1097

　　After leaving the Yanjing toll station, the car officially entered the boundary of Hebei.

　　"Uncle, here it is."

　　Chongchong refilled Wu Shaobai's thermos cup and handed it over.

　　"Ah."

　　Wu Shaobai took it and put it on the cup holder. He glanced at Yue Yunpeng, who was still on the phone, and said:

　　"Master, there is food on the back seat of the car, instant noodles and everything. Don't be afraid to dirty the car, just eat it. If you are sleepy, there are pillows and blankets."

　　"Got it, uncle."

　　Chongchong, whose real name is Xu Aochong, stage name Xu Xiaozhu, is Yue Yunpeng's apprentice and assistant.

　　Hearing Wu Shaobai's words, he didn't have much to eat for ten hours.

　　Soon, the car smelled of instant noodles.

　　And Yue Yunpeng finally finished the call.

　　Chong Chong turned his face over:

　　"Master, eat something."

　　"Don't eat, you eat."

　　Yue Yunpeng's voice was still crying, looking at Wu Shaobai and said:

　　"Shaobai, I'm sorry."

　　"Why are you apologizing?"