Chapter 22 84 Charing Cross Street
Li Qingning was driving, "I hear your tone, why is it a bit gloating?"
"No no."
Jiang Yang hurriedly denied it, but then quickly admitted, "Okay, a little bit."
But this is definitely not unkind schadenfreude, but a kind of knowing that there is a pit ahead, and everyone will jump into it sooner or later. A group of bad friends stand at the edge of the pit, waiting and looking around, waiting for the person at the end to fall, and then someone suddenly Jumped into the pit.
Jiang Yang finally found a suitable adjective, "It's like someone is weathering a thunderstorm in front of me."
Li Qingning raised his eyebrows, "You compare it to a pit for one moment, and to thunder for another—"
While waiting for the red light, she turned her head and looked at Jiang Yang, "You don't like children?"
"Okay."
Jiang Yang's tone was full of hesitation. This topic was indeed too far away for him.
The theater has arrived and ticket checking has begun.
Zhuang Mei was already waiting at her seat. She waved to Li Qingning, and the two hugged each other. Zhuang Mei said hello to Jiang Yang again, and the three of them sat down together.
"Why!"
Before the play started, Zhuang Mei touched Li Qingning and said, "The program on the stage has been decided."
Li Qingning turned to look at her, waiting for her to continue.
Zhuang Mei told her that despite her insistence on going her own way, the slow life variety show mentioned by Jiang Yang was put on the agenda. Zhuang Mei still preferred such variety shows and was confident that she could run this variety show well. .
This type of slow-life variety show is still blank. Once it is successful, it will be the only one and a benchmark in the industry. As for if it fails, "I am not afraid. Kyoto TV's variety shows are all bad, and I don't care if there is another bad one."
Having said that, Li Qingning knew that Zhuang Mei must be under a lot of pressure.
She joked: "Hey, this show is confirmed, then my husband's planning fee-"
"When the show starts, I'll give you a big red envelope for your husband, okay?" Zhuang Mei feels that Li Qingning is about to become a husband-protecting maniac, but this red envelope is not for nothing. Zhuang Mei hopes that Jiang Yang can refine it His idea, write a plan.
As soon as Jiang Yang agreed, the drama began.
Jiang Yang had watched everything online before, but this was Jiang Yang's first time watching a drama. Moreover, in the front row, you could roughly see the expressions of the performers on the stage. Their line skills were great, their enunciation was clear and their emotions were conveyed accurately. , made Jiang Yang realize the charm of drama for the first time.
As for the plot.
The two male protagonists, one is a clerk in an antique bookstore and the other is a poor artist. They rent a basement in the city. The artist has a girlfriend who accidentally got pregnant. Now she is faced with the choice between a house and a child proposed by her mother-in-law. Sexual Difficulties. Just when they were desperate, they got a painting by chance.
Some people say that this painting is priceless, while others say that this painting is a fake. In order to buy a house and marry a wife, they want to sell the painting. Then a group of people want to get the painting, causing a lot of uproar and laughter.
Xu Fan plays an artistic female liar in it.
Her way of cheating was to write letters to the bookstore clerk. In this era, she wrote letters and asked the bookstore clerk to find books for her. It must be said that there was a different kind of romance, and she immediately fascinated the boy with a bit of a petty bourgeoisie. Already…
When Jiang Yang saw this paragraph, he felt that the plot was a bit familiar, a bit like the "84 Charing Cross Street" he had watched. He had read this book before time travel and liked it very much. Now looking at the plot in front of him, he couldn't help but think of the content in this book. He still remembered the first sentence of the book: "Everyone Sir: I saw your advertisement in the "Saturday Literary Review" and it said that you specialize in out-of-print books..."
“Hiss!”
Jiang Yang's head suddenly felt a stabbing pain, and his body twitched violently in pain. He leaned back and hit the back of the chair. Some words were like steel needles wedged into his head, making Jiang Yang's eyesight black for a while. .
However, Jiang Yang's eyes have regained clarity now.
He waved his hand and told Li Qingning not to worry, "Just for a while, it's over."
This is an old problem of his, caused by the car accident that caused him to travel during the summer vacation of his sophomore year. Later, he went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor said that there was nothing wrong with him. It was a primary headache. Some people also have headaches when they are anxious, tired, and nervous. For someone like Jiang Yang who had injured his brain and miraculously survived, it is quite normal for him to have such sequelae.
But Li Qingning soon discovered that Jiang Yang's pain was a little different this time, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. She said hello to Zhuang Mei and helped Jiang Yang to the bathroom. Jiang Yang felt much better after washing his face.
Li Qingning asked him: "Does it hurt a lot this time?"
She pulled Jiang Yang to the chair next to him and sat down. He sat down and let Jiang Yang lean in his arms. She massaged Jiang Yang's head.
"a little bit."
However, this kind of headache comes and goes quickly. Jiang Yang is now full of life. He said to Li Qingning: "I just watched Xu Fan's play and thought of a novel. I thought a little too much, and then I got a headache."
Li Qingning was curious, "What novel can give you a headache?"
“‘84 Charing Cross Street’.”
Jiang Yang raised his head and asked Li Qingning, "Have you heard of it?"
Li Qingning shook his head.
Jiang Yang probably understood that not only was Chinese-language modern entertainment different, but also foreign entertainment took a bifurcated path after the 19th century.
“An epistolary novel.”
Just as Jiang Yang was about to tell the general story, the clear contents of the book emerged in his mind, as clear as a book spread out in front of Jiang Yang. Jiang Yang was surprised and said to Li Qingning: "This book is about a woman." The correspondence between the writer and the clerk during the book buying process at No. 84 Charing Street. If you like it, I will write it to you when I get back."
Jiang Yangting hopes to share this book with Li Qingning.
"write to me?"
Li Qingning lowered her head and kissed his forehead, "Okay."
Jiang Yang was almost fine now. They went in to watch a drama again. As soon as they sat down, Zhuang Mei asked Li Qingning in a low voice: "What's going on?"
Li Qingning whispered: "It's nothing. Jiang Yang has a headache. It's an old problem." "
Zhuang Mei lowered her voice again and said, "My neighbor is a famous brain surgeon. Can I take you to see him tomorrow?"
Today, Jiang Yang was obviously in more pain than before, and Li Qingning felt a little worried.
She agreed.
The play came to an end soon, and the actors came up to express their thanks.
Jiang Yang got Li Qingning's signal at this time and was already waiting backstage. There were several men standing next to them, all holding flowers in their hands. It seemed that Xu Fan was right. The actresses were all given flowers. She would indeed be embarrassed if she was missing.
The actors came downstage one after another. Jiang Yang stood in front with a tall and straight figure, which attracted a lot of people's attention, which made Jiang Yang a little uncomfortable. After finally waiting for Xu Fan to come down, Jiang Yang hurriedly presented the flowers to her.
"Thanks!"
Xu Fan's voice was so delicate that Jiang Yang felt goosebumps all over his body. She was followed by the female lead, and Xu Fan deliberately told the female lead behind her. When the female lead saw Jiang Yang, she was stunned. The flowers presented by the rich second generation next to her were no longer fragrant.
Jiang Yang left the stage after presenting flowers.
This adult intrigue is really not suitable for him.
(End of this chapter)