After leaving the house, Ding Xiu asked someone to send Da Mimi back to the room, while he personally sent Xin Zhilei.
He helped him to the hotel room.
Well, my own room.
He closed the door with a slam and said, "I'll help you wash your alcoholic smell, the bathroom is here."
"Wow!"
In the bathroom, the shower is opened and the eyes are facing each other.
Ding Xiuzheng was about to help take off his clothes, but he was caught before he could even put his hand on it.
At this moment, Xin Zhilei was not drunk at all. She raised her eyebrows and said with a smile:
"Xiao Ding Xiu, are you brave, are you?"
"It's true." Ding Xiu chuckled, leaned his back against the wall, and held his hands in front of his chest: "You have woken up long ago, why are you hiding from me?"
He watched the scene of the Japanese sword shooting that Xin Zhilei filmed on the first day and played it hundreds of times afterwards.
From the eyes to facial expressions, the knife posture, and the tone of speaking, I can't say that it looks a bit like Ding Baiying, it's just like a touch.
Not to mention newbies like Xin Zhilei who have just entered the industry, even if he is the most familiar person to imitate, he cannot imitate so much.
But he didn't know why Ding Baiying was unwilling to come out. Considering that he was drunk the night before, he wondered if it was only when Xin Zhilei was not awake.
So I specially arranged this wine party to see if I could force people out.
The result was not surprising.
"Master, long time no see."
Ding Xiu didn't even notice it himself, and his voice was trembling a little.
"Close the door and I want to take a shower." Ding Baiying said in a commanding tone without expression.
"Okay." Ding Xiu closed the bathroom door with a smile, and the person was still inside.
Ding Baiying's head was covered in black: "You guy haven't been beaten for a long time, right? I asked you to go out and close the door."
Ding Xiu smiled and said, "Just kidding, don't be so serious."
"Besides, you can't beat me now."
The relationship between the two is said to be a master and apprentice, but in fact it is also a sibling. Ding Baiying is not much older than him, but he started early and learned martial arts for a few more years.
The reason for the inheritance relationship is that the masters do not accept disciples, so they can only be taught by Ding Baiying.
When I first started, Ding Baiying taught him martial arts, and Ding Xiu was beaten every day.
Later, I could also use a few moves as I fought.
When he could fight Ding Baiying back and forth, the young master often stopped returning home for a year and a half, saying that he was helping his uncle.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that she has a deep affection for her master.
Ding Baiying was not there, and Ding Xiu, who was a casual person, was unwilling to stay at home. He also wandered around with a knife on his back. He had been a killer, a bandit, and had been with the border army for several years.
When I heard about Ding Baiying again, it was a long time later.
Master and uncle died one after another in the whirlpool of the court.
He and Jin Yichuan were the only ones left in the entire sect. Later, when he heard about Jin Yichuan, he even went to the capital specially.
As a result, I still couldn't save the person.
Back to the point, even Ding Baiying at her peak, Ding Xiu was sure to beat her, let alone now.
Ding Baiying had to say something else, Ding Xiu had turned around and closed the bathroom door.
Half an hour later, when she came out wearing a bath towel, Ding Xiu smoked on the sofa in the living room.
"What does this smell like? It smells so bad?"
"This is called smoke, it's decompression." Ding Xiu quickly pierced in the ashtray and smiled angrily: "I didn't like to smoke before. I just got dyed it in the past few years, so it's really not a good thing."
"I know it's not good, so I'll still suck it, so don't suck it in the future." Ding Baiying rolled his eyes, went to the window to open the curtains, and opened the window for breathability.
Ding Xiu rolled in an instant and hid behind the sofa.
Ding Baiying was speechless: "What are you doing?"
"Master, your apprentice, I am a celebrity and a public figure now. There are many paparazzi and secret photos around me. If you do this, I will be on the hot search tomorrow."
"Take the curtains up."
Ding Xiu was like a thief, revealing half of his head, and waved his hand to ask Ding Baiying to pull the curtains.
It is no exaggeration to say that he threw a cigarette butt on the street now, and there will be media reports tomorrow that he has no public morality.
Not to mention living in the same room with other female artists.
If you are photographed, you will definitely be headlines.
Ding Baiying didn't care about this, but just thought Ding Xiu's appearance was funny. She sat straight on the sofa and picked up a bottle of red wine on the table and opened it, poured it into the cup, and tasted it.
“It’s not like your style.”
"Master, times have changed." Ding Xiu hugged and walked along the corner of the wall to the floor-to-ceiling window to pull up the curtains, then sat openly in front of Ding Baiying.
His eyes were complicated.
Ding Baiying, who was originally sitting on the big golden sword, looked down according to his gaze. His old face turned red and he immediately raised his legs.
Immediately, most of the long legs were exposed again, white.
The bathrobe was not long enough, and it could not be covered, and it could not be blocked. In the end, Ding Xiu threw a pillow to her and hugged her on her thighs.
In order to divert attention, Ding Baiying drank a big gulp and said, "You said you didn't smoke before, so you have been in this world for a long time?"
"It's been twelve years." Ding Xiu said lightly.
Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye, as if it was yesterday, and it seemed like a long, long time has passed.
If it weren't for Ding Baiying's incident, he would have almost forgotten.
A smile appeared on his face, and Ding Baiying said, "How are you doing, are you still used to it?"
Ding Xiu opened his arms and said, "Get fame and fortune, have no worries about food and clothing, earning tens of millions every year is like playing. By the way, do you know what the concept of tens of millions?"
"Now, the cheap japonica rice costs five yuan per kilogram. My income can buy tens of millions of kilograms of rice per year. If adults eat 100 kilograms of rice per month, my income can support tens of thousands of people per year."
"I still have a plane, which is flying from the sky. It can carry people and is very fast. It will take a few hundred miles to have a meal."
"There are also yachts, which are similar to those of our era, but they are much faster than ships. They do not need manual labor and burn oil, and they can gallop across the sea and worry-free."
"Master, since you are here, I will give you any help from my apprentice. I will follow me and give you a few heroines every year, and I will give you a little bit of shares in the company. I dare not say much.
, you will earn at least 18 million yuan a year, and then the male model in the club is not just your own... "
"Ding Xiu, you have a small structure, you have money, I have strength, why don't we do something big? If you pay, I will be responsible for training people, then..."
"Fuck, master, times have changed. Your idea is very dangerous. Please understand the atomic bomb."
Ding Xiu was so scared that he almost cried.
In what era, no matter how high your skills are, you are afraid of bullets.
If a missile is put down, the master Zhang Sanfeng will be in trouble.
Ding Baiying laughed: "I'm kidding, you really think I don't know what era this is."
He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I did so many things with your master back then, just to hope that the world will be peaceful and that the people will have food and clothes to wear."
"I feel relieved when I see the current prosperous era and see you have a good life."
"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. If you make so much money, you will never spend it in your lifetime. You should take it from the people and use it for the people..."
Like an old mother, Ding Baiying kept talking and explained a lot. The more Ding Xiu listened, the more he felt a bad feeling.
Just like leaving a last word
"Master, stop, can you talk about these things later?"
"Now, answering my previous question, since I've woken up long ago, why don't you want to see me?"
Ding Xiu looked at Ding Baiying with a bright look.