Yang Jingxing sat at his girlfriend's house for nearly an hour and still didn't leave. I don't blame him for being thick-skinned. It was indeed not a cold scene. The factory where He Weidong and his wife spent half their lives has many ups and downs stories, and the perspective of young people is also different for the elders.

It's not boring. For example, Yang Jingxing estimated that the cost of Puhai Satellite TV's New Year's Eve party should exceed 40 million, but it seems that the advertising sales are not good.

The Spring Festival Gala is of course different. A better advertising space costs tens of millions. Yang Jingxing also knew exactly that Tong Yichun’s Spring Festival Gala remuneration was one thousand yuan, which was the same level as the dancers who accompanied her. How many years has this formula been used in the Spring Festival Gala?

According to the regulations, celebrities and idols are equivalent to "temporary workers", and first-class actors or singers with established professional titles such as Tong Lei can get several times as much as temporary workers. Therefore, if 306 goes to the Spring Festival Gala

, the personal remuneration should be one level higher than Tong Yichun.

Fan Yali had a good impression of Tong Yichun. She said that after watching the concert video, she felt that this person was not artificial: "...her stage style is more natural and elegant, and I like her better."

Yang Jingxing was positive: "Next time there is a concert, you and your uncle can go and see it, and let Yuanyuan make another guest appearance."

He Peiyuan asked: "You just say it?"

He Weidong recalled with a smile: "Your aunt also had her own ideas and pursuits when she was doing stage work when she was young. However, the leaders asked the actors to have wide-eyed eyes and graceful figures on stage. Your aunt felt that it was not fun, so she quit working in anger.

Already."

Yang Jingxing said seriously: "Auntie's ideas are too advanced, and in that era there were many lay leaders who were experts. Fortunately, my daughter has inherited her mother's ambition, and it is just right now."

He Peiyuan righteously exposed: "a flatterer."

Yang Jingxing is well-founded: "I have seen photos of my uncle and aunt. My aunt is really leading the trend. The style from 20 years ago is still fashionable now."

Fan Yali is elegant and modest: "I dress up just for taking pictures. Normally it's very ordinary."

"Nakamori Akina!" He Weidong said brightly, but regretfully: "Your generation doesn't even recognize her anymore."

He Peiyuan disliked her father: "Can you please stop talking about those things that will become obsolete tomorrow?"

Yang Jingxing had to brag about himself: "Of course I know her, so looking at Auntie's original photos always feels a bit familiar..."

He Weidong was so proud: "That's right! His eyes and nose are among the best..."

She seemed to be ignored, so He Peiyuan had to increase her voice: "Are you sorry?"

Yang Jingxing must have sensed the aura. He watched his girlfriend tell her: "Then Yuanyuan asked me. Seeing her proud look, I guessed a little bit. I gave her some hints and I suddenly thought of it. It really looks like it."

He Peiyuan didn't appreciate it: "You haven't seen the photos of my mother in her teens and twenties!"

Yang Jingxing has no lower limit: "You can still see it now."

He Weidong stood up generously: "Yes, there are young people at home, but it's a pity that the old video cannot be seen clearly..."

He Peiyuan said sharply: "No, no!"

Although Fan Yali's smile is brighter, she is still elegant overall: "What are you looking at with two eyes, one nose and one mouth?"

He Weidong seemed to be frightened by his daughter. He sat back and changed his subject: "Perhaps times have changed. I feel that the stars of our time are the real stars. I am not a star chaser at first, but I have known Xiaoyuan's mother for a month.

The salary was two hundred yuan, and the magazines they smuggled back from Japan were sold for fifty yuan each. I bought a dozen of them, as well as videos and CDs..."

Yang Jingxing simply confessed: "I heard Yuanyuan say it."

Fan Yali laughed at her husband: "Aren't you stupid?" He Peiyuan expressed her alliance with her mother with her expression.

He Weidong still held on to his momentum. As an elder, he encouraged the young people: "So if you, 402, can cultivate one or two such stars, it can be considered an achievement."

He Peiyuan sneered: "Bullshit achievement!"

Yang Jingxing took it seriously: "Maybe the social environment is different. In fact, the overall quality of some artists is not low now. From my point of view, the quality of music is not worse than before. I feel that the product value is still related to the times..."

This was a topic that the two discussed. He Peiyuan couldn't wait any longer: "Is one hundred yuan twenty years ago the same as one hundred yuan now? If you stand still, you should be eliminated."

He Weidong obviously likes his daughter's point of view: "When Xiaoyuan was born, Lekang Garden over there was 1,21 square meters. My colleague invited me to buy it together, but I didn't have that vision. Now it's more than 20,000, and his son is here this year.

The only way to settle in Canada is to sell that house.”

He Peiyuan helped the producer settle the score: "You have to show twenty times your previous artistic level!"

Yang Jingxing didn't dare to answer the question and could only smile bitterly.

Fan Yali couldn't bear it anymore, and seemed to sincerely comfort her guests: "It's the same. Young people nowadays also like Cheng Yaoyao very much. Your uncle can't keep up with the times and still expresses his opinions."

"It's too far." He Peiyuan helped her father again: "What influence does Cheng Yaoyao have? What trends has she led? She has no love or awe for music at all. She only treats it as a tool and cannot use it well!"

Listening to her daughter's words, Fan Yali's face changed from serious to stern, and her tone became less elegant: "What did you say? That's Yang Jingxing's colleague!"

He Peiyuan pouted and was unhappy, while He Weidong chuckled, but he didn't feel confident enough.

Fan Yali's aura seemed to ignore the guests: "I don't know the importance, my habits are getting worse and worse!"

Yang Jingxing carefully looked for a sense of presence: "It's not Yuanyuan, it's all what I said..."

He Peiyuan didn’t want rogues to be hypocritical: “You go!”

It was so disrespectful that Yang Jingxing also got angry and said, "Then I'll leave and let you be trained well."

He Weidong laughed twice, appearing to be more promising than the younger generation of men: "Yang Jingxing said it himself, isn't he qualified to evaluate the level of art?" He dares to look at his wife.

Yang Jingxing was also afraid of being scolded: "I will only talk to Yuanyuan."

He Peiyuan came to the truth: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Let's go." Yang Jingxing stood up: "It's almost eleven o'clock. My uncle and aunt also went to bed early. I will pick up Yuanyuan for breakfast tomorrow morning."

He Weidong was polite: "Let's sit down for a while..."

Fan Yali smiled and wondered: "Xiao Yang is angry?"

He Peiyuan became arrogant again: "He dares!"

Fan Yali taught her daughter another lesson with her eyes.

He Peiyuan became more determined: "Hurry up!"

Yang Jingxing seemed to have grasped the situation and sat down again: "I won't leave, I will see you being punished."

He Weidong laughed: "Come and eat scallion noodles tomorrow morning?"

Yang Jingxing was polite: "No need to trouble Auntie, I'm a bit busy tomorrow, so I must have come early. I have a bowl of noodles before going to work."

Fan Yali's persuasive look: "You are always busy with things, so you must have a good rest."

"Things!" He Peiyuan said impatiently and pushed the door open to enter her room.

"What?" He Weidong tilted his head and asked, then remembered: "Oh, book."

He Peiyuan stood in the room away from her parents' perspective and hooked up with her boyfriend, smiling.

Yang Jingxing seemed embarrassed. After moving two steps, he was still far away from the door of his girlfriend's boudoir, but he could see a bigger room. It was indeed a small room. On the right hand side of the door was the bed against the wall, and opposite the bed was the bookcase.

He Peiyuan said calmly and generously: "Come in."

The elders didn't seem to care about the young man and went back to watching TV. Yang Jingxing took another step forward, and finally stepped into the room where his girlfriend had slept for more than ten years.

The room is about six or seven square meters, and the furniture must be custom-made. The style is adapted to local conditions and the size is just right. They are all blue and white. The bed is only a little more than one meter wide, and the length is shorter than usual, just from the top of the door frame to the other side.

The quilt on the wall is quite neat, the orange quilt cover, light blue sheets, lavender and various lace pillows are more girlish.

The bookcase is integrated with the computer desk and writing desk, taking up a whole wall. It obviously pays more attention to the function of the bookcase. The desk is quite cramped, and there is not much room for a monitor. He Peiyuan does have a lot of books, but they are not all cultural connotations.

, there are at least two rows of books that you can tell by looking at the book spines and name fonts, which are meant to deceive a little girl, and the outdated feeling of those masterpieces is probably much older than He Peiyuan. There are also two rows of suggested shelves nailed to the wall next to the bed, but in addition to

In addition to books, there are also many gadgets for girls that exist for beauty.

The gap between the bed and the bookshelf is at most half a meter, and it would be difficult to place a chair, so there is a stool in front of the computer. In fact, it may be more convenient to sit on the bed and read the computer.

Yang Jingxing's observation was very inefficient, his eyes moved very slowly, and his face was full of smiles.

He Peiyuan pulled her boyfriend to move: "Let."

Yang Jingxing took another step inside in confusion, and then looked at his girlfriend who was trying to close the door.

He Peiyuan just closed the door just right, left the lock unlocked, and then smiled as if she was a little embarrassed.

Yang Jingxing saw it. It turned out that the bust photo that Nie Shaoying took of the girl hung on the wall behind the door. It was hung very carefully, with the four corners fixed.

He Peiyuan also looked at the photos and became unhappy: "Are you old? Are you fat?"

Yang Jingxing checked the layout of the room again and was surprised: "Do you appreciate yourself every day when you fall asleep and wake up?"

He Peiyuan was furious: "It's not like you... there's no place to hang it... Then I'll take it! Throw it away!"

"No." Yang Jingxing explained in a low voice: "I thought only I would find it pleasing to the eye."

He Peiyuan obviously thought of a temporary solution: "I...motivate myself. If you are ugly, you have to work harder!"

Yang Jingxing shouted in a voice that only he could hear: "Auntie, Yuanyuan is talking nonsense again, and this time she is targeting everyone."

He Peiyuan was too lazy to get angry, and could only say with disdain: "Go and file a complaint!" It was quite loud, but the elders in the outer room didn't seem to hear it.

Yang Jingxing gave a false alarm and quickly changed the subject: "Where do you put your clothes?"

He Peiyuan pointed to the cabinet with a door under the bookcase, but warned: "Don't look at it."

Yang Jingxing didn't seem to have that intention and continued to observe. There were only three sanxian that could be seen in the room. The guzheng and pipa on the top of the bookcase must have been hard to see the light of day in their boxes. In the photo of a family of three between the bookshelf, He Peiyuan was dressed in white.

Skirt, a real girl, Yang Jingxing almost rushed forward and held it in his hands.

"Senior year of high school, I'm about to graduate." He Peiyuan said, "I have been sick for almost a year, and I didn't know it at the time."

The parents in the photo looked very happy. Yang Jingxing looked at it again, arranged the small photo frame upright, and then looked at the bookshelf.
To be continued...