One Can’t Judge by Appearance

Sometimes you must have the courage to do something, but when things develop beyond your expectations, the gathered courage is like a frustrated balloon, which quickly disappears without a trace.

The night wind blew her long hair on the sideburns, and he smelled the faint fragrance of her body.

"Yes, it's beautiful," he suddenly relieved, staring at Yan Xi for a while, then turned his head to stare at Qiuyue in the sky. "The ancients often used Qiuyue to entrust their sentiments. I don't know how many people's expectations it has carried over the past tens of thousands of years. "

"In fact, it's just a cratered planet that doesn't shine." Yan Xi pinned her hair behind her ears. "As the saying goes, distance produces beauty. Throughout the ages, people didn't really like the moon, but its illusory projection. I am one of them. ."

Yuan Yi thought that he was too timid to even confess and wanted to use moonlight.

He was very thankful that he didn't say this sentence, so Yan Xi couldn't see the pitiful and ridiculous timidity in his heart.

"Hey!" The white hand waved in front of Yuan Yi, "Looking silly?"

Yuan Yi came back to his senses and pointed to the moon casually, "Do you think there is a shadow on the moon?"

"Don't point," Yan Xi pressed his fingers, folded his hands and bowed to the moon, turned his head and smiled and said to Yuan Yi, "You can't point to the moon. If you point to it, your ears will be cut?"

Yuan Yi: "Where did you hear the feudal superstition story? You have read it for so many years?"

"Oh, I would rather believe it if there is something or not." Yan Xi looked up at the moon, revealing a white and slender neck. "When I was young, my mother told me a story about the shadow on the moon. It was an old woman under the tree. Making shoes.” She can’t remember the specific content of this story. She can vaguely remember the old woman of Naboo because she felt that the old woman was pitiful when she was young. Until now.

"I remember you said that Ling Ci is a great painter?" Yuan Yi didn't understand. For an artist like this, telling the story of the moon to his daughter, how could it be related to Yutu Chang'e? How could he make cloth shoes? Old woman?

"Yeah," Yan Xi nodded proudly. "Some of my mother's works have been sold for seven-figure high prices. Many collectors praise her as the goddess on the canvas, saying that she is the hope of a new generation of painters."

Seeing the other party's proud and proud expression, Yuan Yi couldn't help but smile: "You are also amazing."

Yan Xi tilted his head to look at him, his big eyes seemed to contain the reflection of the moon, so beautiful that Yuan Yi fascinated his mind: "Could it be that the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, I think you are a little gentle at the moment."

The wind was blowing her long hair, and strands of hair covered her white cheeks. Yuan Yi wanted to reach out and brush her away, but just moved her finger, Yan Xi shook her head naturally, and flung her hair behind her head. , The tip of her hair was still slapped on Yuan Yi's face.

"Hey hey, I'm sorry, I recently forgot to take care of my hair. I don't know if it grows." Yan Xi looked closer and saw Yuan Yi's face seemed a little red. He thought it was his hair that was swept, and wanted to reach out to help him rub it. She rubbed her face and was not easy to use her hands, so she had to put her hands together and apologize to the other party, "I really didn't mean it."

This woman will pretend to be pitiful, and being so close makes people feel flustered!

"I, I'm okay." Yuan Yi coughed dryly, rubbing his face with the back of his hand, "Go, I'll take you to another place."

When passing a bluestone road, he turned his head and said to Yan Xi, "It's a bit slippery here, be careful with your feet, don't fall."

Yan Xi took two steps before he staggered, Yuan Yi looked at her helplessly: "What I just said was nothing."

"My eyesight is a little bad at night, the light here is too dark," Yan Xi rolled his eyes, "Or, should you lead me?"

Yuan Yi stared at her for ten seconds, and stretched out his hand blankly: "Catch up."

Fortunately, the light here is not so good, even if he blushes Yanxi, he can't see it. Putting his soft hand into the wide palm, it was cool but tender. Yuan Yi didn't dare to hold it too tightly, but he was reluctant to hold it too loosely. In this somewhat cold autumn night, he felt his whole body feel hot.

After walking a few steps, Yan Xi pulled his sleeve with the other hand: "You take a small step, I can't catch up."

"There are so many requests." Yuan Yi complained softly, but the steps under her feet were much smaller. When passing by a courtyard Baiyu Bridge, Yan Xi faintly heard the sound of a pipa coming, and the female voice was singing half-white and half-white. Wen's song, the tune is pretty good.

"Autumn breeze makes the bright moon, Jiang Xin reflects the cold shadows, and Jiao'e leans against the window outside the court. I don't know when the borderlander will return..."

Yan Xi stopped and looked at the reflection of the lights on the lake. Suddenly, the woman changed her tune and killed a general. The bride was still looking forward to his return. The song was sung for thousands of times, full of melancholy.

"Like it?" Yuan Yi saw that Yan Xi seemed to be interested in this song. "Why don't I let someone come over and sing it for you?"

"No need," Yan Xi looked at the hands between the two and didn't remind Yuan Yi to loosen it. He smiled and shook his head.

Yuan Yi didn't insist. The meaning of this song was not good. In fact, he didn't want Yan Xi to listen to it.

When the lights were shining, Yuan Yi released his hand even though he was reluctant to give up, "You can see it here, right?"

"Yeah," Yan Xi nodded, Okinawa smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Yuan Xiaoer."

"Shit." Yuan Yi turned his head, "I will take you back to the room."

Yan Xi looked at Yuan Yi's back and touched his chin. It seemed that the grass beside the nest was not delicious. The other party's attitude obviously regarded her as a buddy. She suddenly remembered that there was a saying on the Internet, "I treat you as a buddy, but you want to sleep with me", and the few remaining conscience tells her that her current thinking is very dangerous and a beast.

"My room is right by the side. Call me if you have anything to do." Yuan Yi stood at the door and said to Yan Xi who was standing inside the door, "Good night."

"Good night." Yan Xi smiled and looked at him without closing the door.

Yuan Yi sighed and helped her to close the door helplessly. Why didn't this woman play with the man? What can she do if he is a bad person?

The tables, chairs and benches in the house are all made of solid wood, the layout is very elegant, even the gauze tents are particularly particular, after washing, Yan Xi lying on this bed, there is an illusion that he is a royal princess.

Smelling the faint scent of the room, Yan Xi hugged Jin and fell asleep.

Yuan Yi in the next room was a little unable to sleep. Thinking that Yan Xi was only a wall away from him, he felt that all his sleepiness had disappeared. When he clicked on the chat group, he saw Zhang Wang disgusting his means of chasing women in the group. .

Original: Ha ha.

Zhang Wang: Yuan Xiaoer, are you still asleep?

Hara: If you fall asleep, how can you see your complaint?

Zhang Wang:...

Xu Qiaosheng: Brother Yi, what is Wangzi's idea? Have you confessed to Dahe successfully?

Yuan: Who said I was going to confess to her?

Xu Qiaosheng: It seems that the confession failed.

Zhang Wang:...

Yang Yu:...

Zhu Han:...

Yan Xi heard the knock on the door and walked to the door dazedly to open the door. Seeing Yuan Yi standing outside the door neatly dressed, holding a set of clothes in his hand, "You got up so early?"

"If you get up, you will be late for work," Yuan Yi glanced at her messy hair and handed her the clothes. "I'll wait for you outside."

"Forgot to go to work today," Yan Xi hugged his clothes and entered the bathroom in pain.

Brushing her teeth, washing her face, changing clothes, and drew a simple life makeup. It took less than 20 minutes in total. Yan Xi opened the door and said to Yuan Yi who was standing in the corridor, "Thank you, this suit fits perfectly."

"It's a good fit, no money was spent." Yuan Yi glanced at him secretly, quite pretty.

The breakfast was used by the two alone. Yan Xi guessed that they hadn't gotten up yet, so he didn't greet them specially when he left.

Yuan Yi sent Yan Xi to the TV station building. In order to avoid making trouble for Yan Xi, he didn't get out of the car and left after speaking a few words to her.

Yan Xi put the work permit on her body, and walked into the building in a good mood. He just entered the elevator and saw some people not far away who were also going to take the elevator. He pressed the door key and waited a while for them to catch up with the elevator.

The lips of the woman in the lead were very red, the sunglasses on her face covered half of her face, and the coat on her body was very similar to that on her body, but the color was different. The woman wearing sunglasses seemed to have noticed this too. She glanced at her and didn't speak, but the two assistants behind her didn't look very good.

But I don't know why, they didn't have a seizure, but tried to control the dissatisfaction expression on their faces.

The elevator stopped, and after Yan Xi left, an assistant said, "Sister Wu, how can such a staff wear this brand, and I don't know where to sell imitation goods." This coat is an international brand. It's only recently launched in limited quantities, and not everyone can buy it.

Wu Xuan's complexion was a little haggard. Since the last time she asked the navy to calculate Zhao Feifei, she had a hard time after being discovered by the original family. The endorsement was cancelled, and the variety show that had been negotiated was not available. The big producer No.1 was also robbed of resources by other people. This time she was able to record the show on Imperial TV, and she had a lot of favor with her agent. It's impossible that the staff member didn't know her just now, but he didn't even say hello when he saw her, which shows that the other party didn't see her at all.

Hu Luo Pingyang was bullied by a dog. In the past, she participated in shows, and little staff like this kind of staff had no chance to stand in front of her. Now...

Even if there is more dissatisfaction, you have to endure it.

When she arrived at the appointment place, a staff member came to pick up Wu Xuan. She looked behind the staff member and only one person came to receive her. A few months ago, she came to this TV station to record a program. No one in the entire program group was polite to her. It has only been a long time since she has been so perfunctory to her.

She hated both the bad idea of ​​the public relations team and the cunning woman Zhao Feifei, otherwise she would not fall into the snow-hidden field.

"Teacher Wu, you may have to wait for a while. Now the studio is recording another teacher's program. Would you like to go to the guest room and rest for a while?" The staff said with a smile, "Please forgive me."

Wu Xuan stood up and asked, "Who is recording the show?"

The staff reported a name, and Wu Xuan felt as if she had been slapped on her face, and even the newcomers who had just emerged could rank in front of her. Her complexion changed, but she tolerated the tone, "Thank you for leading the way."

There is a TV in the VIP lounge, but this TV only saves the programs of the Imperial City. Wu Xuan took the remote control and turned around at random. Unexpectedly, she saw the work she encountered in the elevator just now on a program. personnel.

"Sister Wu, is this the staff member just now?" The assistant glanced at the name of the show. He hadn't heard of it at all. An unfamiliar host, but with a full name brand, can she afford it?

Wu Xuan was a little irritable, turned off the TV and said: "You guys don't say a few words, I'm upset."

The assistant's complexion changed, and he didn't speak any more.

As soon as Yan Xi arrived in the stage, Xiao Yang was arrested to watch the post-editing. Just after he was busy, he urged the makeup to broadcast the news. When changing clothes, the styling designer envied: "Teacher Yan, you are a big-name autumn and winter. The new style, compared with this, the clothes provided by the show sponsors are just like rags."

I don't know when it started. Fewer and fewer people called Yan Xi "Xiaoyan" in Taili, and more and more people called her Teacher Yan.

"This is a gift from a friend. I can't afford it at this low salary," Yan Xi smiled. "The clothes are all worn anyway. It doesn't make much difference."

If it is the same, then there is no difference between big and popular brands. However, Yan Xi's attitude of not showing off his peace is easy to get a good impression. Rich people tend to have a friendly attitude, and people with a little money will show off their big names everywhere, which will have the opposite effect.

The stylist helped her fix her hair and looked at the time: "Mr. Yan, you still have half an hour, hurry up and take a rest."

"Thank you." Yan Xi smiled and thanked him, drinking the stuffed sea tea made by the staff through a straw.

Although Fatty Sea is cheap, it moisturizes the throat and takes a couple of sips to live shows. It is better than some throat lozenges.

When he arrived at the studio, Zhang Hao, who was no longer the host, handed her the press release, talked to her a few precautions, and went busy with the other staff. During this period of time, Zhang Hao taught her a lot of experience in hosting. Yan Xi usually half-joking, half-seriously calling him teacher, he also smiled and responded. Now the entire news department laughs and calls them mentors and apprentices.

To Yan Xi, although Zhang Hao is not a famous host, he has accumulated so many years of host experience day by day. Even if she follows a host who is more famous than him, she may not be able to learn more. thing. Because those people would not be as unreserved as Zhang Hao, he was really teaching her and wanted her to develop well.

Zhang Hao can be so unreserved, partly because she helped Zhang Hao withstand a disaster, or it may be that he put his unfulfilled dream of hosting on her.

After the live broadcast of the news, Yan Xi's nerves immediately relaxed, and Zhang Hao walked over and said, "You are in good shape today."

"Thank you teacher for the compliment." Yan Xi packed up the materials on the studio table, "I will continue to work hard."

Zhang Hao smiled and took away the press release in her hand: "Don't be poor, go to lunch."

"Teacher Yan, when will you give a teacher apprenticeship to Teacher Zhang?" Chen Pei teased next to him. "By the way, if you invite us to have a meal, the relationship between the teacher and the apprentice is clear."

"Please tonight, please tonight," Yan Xi smiled at Zhang Hao, "as long as the teacher doesn't despise me."

Zhang Hao didn't say anything, but the staff of the program group hurriedly settled the matter. They have been partnering with Zhang Hao for longer. Naturally, they know how wronged Zhang Hao is. Now there is a newcomer with potential and ability on the stage. The newcomer is willing to recognize Zhang Hao as a teacher. Of course, they have to help him. Decide on the apprenticeship.

Such a good seedling, after passing this village, there will be no such shop.

In the afternoon, a program of "Those Things Around me" was recorded. As soon as she walked out of the studio, Yan Xi received a call from the front desk staff, saying that it was Ms. Wei who claimed to be her friend who wanted to see her.

"Sorry, I don't know this Ms. Wei, please help me to reject her, thank you." After hanging up the phone, Yan Xi poured a few drops of water on her newly bought succulents, and she never dared to pour too much.

After work, Yan Xi went downstairs with colleagues who didn't have to work in Taili. When she heard that she was going to treat her, everyone was not welcome and gathered together in a lively manner, discussing what to eat.

"Dahe!"

Yan Xi glanced at the fashionable woman at the gate, pretending not to hear, and continued to chat with colleagues.

"Yan Dahe," Wei Xiaoman saw Yan Xi ignore her, and ran to stand in front of her, panting, "Are you going to stop paying attention to me for the rest of your life?"