Zhou Bo laughed loudly, feeling a sense of pleasure in teasing the younger generation. After a moment, he restrained his smile and said, "By the way, if you don't want to do the documentary I told you before, it's up. After all, it's your own child, I won't force you."

Yidao let out a lazy "hmm".

Zhou Bo flipped through the documents on the table: "But the literary part of this documentary was the girl who was just in charge."

Yi Liao suddenly sat upright.

"She should have a lot of jobs to connect with the guests."

Yidao's eyelashes moved.

"Time is tight, I have to set the guests quickly, otherwise..."

"Okay, I'll do it."

Zhou Bo:...

Chuangyi Entertainment is in the commercial center of City B, and the house that Su Yumian rents is far away from the company. It was already an hour and a half later that she got home.

She threw away her bag, lay on the sofa, put her legs on the back of her hands, and clicked on the unread WeChat on her phone.

Lin Mingming: "Have you read Weibo?"

Lin Mingming: "Yi Liao posted a blog post again!"

Lin Mingming: "That's right, it's "Bodhisattva Man"."

Su Yumian did not reply, threw his phone aside, but his face, which was as bright as the breeze and bright moon, appeared in his mind.

She met Yilan after she was ranked in the second grade of high school.

She didn't talk much, had no talent, was not active, had average grades, and was the type of person with the least presence in school. Although Yidao was very famous, she was also a guy who didn't like to talk, so the two of them didn't know each other for a week in the same class.

A parent-teacher meeting will be held after one week of division. As the student on duty that day, Su Yumian will stay to clean the classroom and guide the parents.

After all the parents arrived, Su Yumian found that the boy from the bottom row by the window was sitting in his own seat - his parents did not come.

The parent-teacher meeting ended until nine o'clock in the evening, and Su Yumian stayed to clean up.

Only she and the boy were left in the classroom. Driven by curiosity, she made a conversation with him: "Hey, why are you holding a parent-teacher meeting by yourself?"

The boy looked up at her and said calmly: "My parents are busy and can't come."

"Oh." Su Yumian pulled the garbage on the ground and said casually, "Then you are so awesome."

Yi Liao was slightly stunned: "What did you say?"

"I said you are so awesome." Su Yumian smiled at him and said, "You can hold a parent-teacher meeting by yourself, you are both independent and powerful."

Yi Liao was stunned there.

In the past, no matter whether it was a classmate, teacher or other parents, when they saw him attending a parent-teacher meeting alone, they would always say, "This child is so pitiful."

It’s so pitiful that there is no parents coming to attend the parent-teacher meeting.

He thought so too.

This is the first time. Some people not only did not say he was pitiful, but instead praised him for his excellence.

Thinking about it this way, he seems to be a bit powerful.

The haze in Yi Liao's heart suddenly disappeared and he took the initiative to say to her: "My name is Yi Liao, Yi, Yi, chatting. Where are you?"

"My name is Su Yumian." She said word by word, "It rains, sleeps."

"Rain sleep?" Yi Jie thought for a while, and suddenly began to recite poems, "Everyone said that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only live with Jiangnan old." His eyes were as bright as stars, as gentle as the melted spring water. The smile at the corner of his mouth curled into his eyes, and he gently said the second half of the sentence, "The spring water is green in the sky, and the painting boat listens to the rain sleep."

It is Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man".

The boy said his name seriously and gently. Su Yumian's heartbeat suddenly missed, and he quickly turned his head and wiped the blackboard seriously.

She couldn't reach the height of the blackboard, so she jumped several times. Yi Liao came over and took the blackboard wipe to help her wipe.

The boy's clear breath surrounds his body.

Chalk flew ashes in the classroom lights, like the stars scattered in the night sky.

Su Yumian was very homeless when she was working, and usually slept until noon before she woke up. Today on Friday, she left the house early.

A car was parked downstairs, and Lin Mingming in the driver's seat was already a little impatient. When he saw Su Yumian, he opened his voice: "Su Yumian! I'm the first class this morning!"

"Here's here!" Su Yumian quickly got into the passenger seat and smiled at Lin Mingming in a flattering way, "Mingming, you are the best, I like you the most."

"Then you may be unrequited." Lin Mingming stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed out quickly.

Su Yumian grabbed the handle and was startled: "You will throw my breakfast out."

Lin Mingming said viciously: "Swallow it back!"

Lin Mingming is from City B. When Su Yumian was in high school in City B, the two were classmates and they were not together after being divided into liberal arts and science. Lin Mingming is now working at University B and is a very popular and irritable beautiful teacher in University B forum.

"I'll take you to the Academy of Fine Arts. You can go and have a look at you first. I'll come to see you after class."

"good."

"Why are you going to the Academy of Fine Arts suddenly?"

Su Yumian patted the documents in his hand and said with a bitter face: "I'm going to shoot a documentary on calligraphy. I don't know anything about calligraphy."

"Calligraphy?" Lin Mingming suddenly remembered something, and wanted to speak but stopped.

Su Yumian raised her eyebrows: "If you have farts, please let it go."

"Ticaca, it's nothing. I just suddenly remembered that Yi Lao seemed to be a special lecturer at the Academy of Fine Arts."

The car was quiet for a moment.

Lin Mingming happened to enter the campus of University B.

Su Yumian moved his butt and said, "I met him in the company."

"Ah?" Lin Mingming almost jumped out of the seat, "Is he reunited? How could he be in your company? Are he very happy to see you?"

"Happy?" Su Yumian tilted his head and thought, "No, no, no, he was very calm, just like when he was in high school, and seemed a little unhappy."

Lin Mingming narrowed his eyes disdainfully: "Boy is pretty good at pretending. After you transferred to school, he even came to interrogate me for a long time."

Su Yumian stuck out his tongue: "He is really a little unhappy, and his air pressure has been very low."

"What did he pretend? He always wrote your name all over the page, telling me that he was unhappy when he saw you?"

"It's not about writing my name." Su Yumian whispered, "He should just like that poem."

As he said that, the car had already driven downstairs of the Academy of Fine Arts and Su Yumian got out.

Lin Mingming shouted to Su Yumian: "Su Yumian, be confident, you have never done anything wrong."

Su Yumian felt a little excited. Lin Mingming was still the same as before, always telling her firmly that she was right.

Even before she transferred to school, Mingming was the only friend who believed in and supported her in the most painful moments.

The architecture of the University of B's ​​art academy is ancient and ancient, extending the temperament of art and humanity to every brick and tile, and even the laughter and joy of students seem to become calm.

There were some calligraphy and painting works of famous masters hanging in the corridor. Su Yumian walked under these famous paintings and posts and smelled the fragrance of ink at the tip of his nose.

But at the end of the corridor, it was out of place.

It was very noisy now, and in the quiet teaching building, the sounds seemed very harsh.

A strong man was wearing a suit and regardless of the security guards' obstruction, he said he would break in without any obstacles. He was still yelling: "I just want to see him today. Why don't he write for me? Who do you look down on? I have money!"

"Sorry, you are not on today's visitor list. I can't let you in no matter what you say." The security guard looked stern, his straightened arms and refused to hang down.

The strong man raised his eyebrows and made a gesture and was about to break out: "You guy dare to stop me? Which watchdog are you?"

The security guard couldn't stop the strong man, so he simply rushed forward and rushed over to him, twisting him into a ball, and preventing him from passing.

The strong man became even more angry. He pushed the security guard to the ground and shouted at the people in the inner room: "I want you to look down on you, but you dare to show off your tricks? Isn't it just a yellow-haired boy? I can't kill you today!"

The door finally opened, and a young student walked out with a depressed expression. He helped the security guard up and said to the strong man with disgust: "Teacher Yi asked you to go in."

The strong man sorted out his sleeves and said proudly: "How is it, are you afraid?"

The door was wide open, with a set of wooden tables and chairs inside, and a round carved wooden window opened, and several flowers came in through the window. And the one who stood in front of the wooden table and wrote with his pen was Yilai.

Yilan is wearing a simple white T-shirt and a pair of limited edition sneakers today, and a big headset hanging around his neck that he could not take off. The fashion sense of the whole body is very different from the classic decoration in the house, but it is extremely harmonious.

It seems that as long as he lowers his head and writes, his fairy-like temperament will gradually spread out from his fingertips. It is said that people rely on clothes, but it seems that no matter what they are wearing, clothes will always become a foil.

The strong man suddenly restrained his arrogant arrogance. He felt that he walked into the room with a vulgar aura on his body, as if he was defiled.

At this time, Yi Liao raised his eyes and there was no emotion in his black pupils. Instead, it condensed into sharp light because it was too black.

He put down his pen and walked to the door without any haste. He was half a head taller than the strong man.

He leaned at the door, no different from the lazy young man on the street, but his air pressure was extremely low: "I only write to those who understand."

The strong man blushed and felt a little angry. He actually reached out to push him, yelling: "You are a ball, why do you say I don't understand?"

Yi Liao raised his hand to grab the strong man's wrist, and moved quickly, but the strong man screamed in pain.

This kid has a calm movement and a light body, so he is not heavy. Why is he so cruel? The strong man is so painful that he is suffocating. He believes that if the other party uses a little harder, he might be able to pinch his wrist.

Yi Liao chuckled and said, "You know, you still yell here?"

“Let go…”

Seeing the tears that could not be held in the corner of the strong man's eyes, Yi Liao finally let go.

The strong man instinctively took a step back and slapped the fat man in the face: "I have money, you... Master Yi just offer it."

Yi Liao looked at the strong man suspiciously, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded: "Do you think I'm short of money?"

The strong man choked.

Yi Lao's background is known to him. The other party's grandfather is Yi Zhenyu, the master of calligraphy in the current world. His parents are both actors, his mother Zhou Qianxi is already at the level of a film queen, and his uncle also runs an entertainment company.

This boy who is so beautiful in front of him is actually much richer than him.
To be continued...