On the morning of August 15th, he took off from Tokyo and landed in the imperial capital in the afternoon. After saying goodbye to his team members, Lin Qingyuan briefly had two days of rest, but by the time he got home, it was already close to dinner time.
So to be precise, it's actually only one day and two nights of rest, less than two days...
After taking a shower, Lin Qingyuan went upstairs to his room, changed his clothes, and then returned to the living room on the first floor.
In the living room, Lin Tianrui was sitting on the sofa watching CCTV 5 sports news, while Huang Wenyuan was busy in the kitchen alone, preparing dinner in an orderly manner.
Lin's father, Lin Tianrui, is the chairman of a local listed IT company in the imperial capital. He is close to people and has a calm personality, but he occasionally has a funny side when getting along with his family. He originally wanted to implement a strict elite education for Lin Qingyuan, but instead
Being stopped by his wife, he had no choice but to let Lin Qingyuan grow up freely.
"Golden Leaf scored 20 points in the Women's Volleyball Asian Championship, and China defeated Kazakhstan to advance to the semi-finals."
"The Chinese National Basketball Team will compete against Syria in the Men's Asian Basketball Asian Cup tonight."
"Using three goalkeepers in one game, it's hard for crazy Bielsa to make a meal without rice."
Host Wen Dong's voice is still so familiar.
"We have to work hard to fight in Syria, but the men's basketball team still can't do it. There are so many clubs in the CBA except Bayi, and the goals are basically all foreign players. As soon as the Chinese players come on the court, they throw the ball to the foreign players for singles. In this country
How can the team develop?" Lin Tianrui followed the news broadcast to express his own views and opinions.
Lin Qingyuan rubbed his eyes, walked to Lin Tianrui and explained: "The club is not the national team. They mainly focus on profit, and only by winning can they make profit, and only by relying on foreign aid can they win. This has become a vicious cycle."
"So there is a big problem with this physical constitution!" Lin Tianrui sighed with a look of hatred for steel. He has been an old fan for more than ten years. He likes football and basketball, but it is a pity that these two national teams are still the same.
It broke his heart again, the men's basketball team was slightly better, but only just a little bit better.
Lin Qingyuan smiled and stopped talking to Lin Tianrui about the national football team and the men's basketball team, because talking about this kind of thing too much would make him cry. After all, without the help of the national football team, he would not be in this world!
After walking into the restaurant and saying hello to his mother, Lin Qingyuan pulled out a chair at the dining table and sat down.
"Mom, what are you still cooking?"
Several dishes are already placed on the table.
"Let's stir-fry your favorite beef, otherwise what else can you have?" Huang Wenyuan walked out of the kitchen with a bowl in hand, lowered her head and smiled at Lin Qingyuan: "Eat it while it's hot, you can go to the set in two days
I can’t eat anymore.”
Lin’s mother, Huang Wenyuan, is a professor of the acting department at the Imperial Film Academy. She has been teaching at Nortel for more than ten years. She is a woman who has incredible confidence in her son. No matter what goal Lin Qingyuan sets in front of her, she will believe it unconditionally.
My son can complete it.
Of course, this is indeed the case. After all, Lin Qingyuan never sets goals that he cannot achieve.
"Yes, you can't get home-cooked food in Qingdao." Lin Qingyuan picked up the chopsticks and was about to start. After a bumpy day on the road, he was really hungry now.
"By the way, Qingyuan, you have been debuting for more than a year. Have you met a girl you like now?" Huang Wenyuan suddenly turned around and asked. She is a very gossipy woman and always likes to ask Lin Qingyuan some strange questions.
Questions that were difficult to answer made him embarrassed.
"Well..." Lin Qingyuan was a little embarrassed. It was not easy for him to answer this question, because there was indeed...
"How could there be no young people! It's normal for young Mu Ai, don't be such a gossip." Lin Tianrui got up from the sofa and walked over after smelling the aroma of food.
"Ah, yes, yes!" Lin Qingyuan responded quickly.
Huang Wenyuan rolled his eyes at Lin Tianrui, and then asked Lin Qingyuan with a smile: "By the way, Qingyuan, I heard from my student that you were in a cp group with that very good dancer Cheng Xiao and it was very popular. Now,
Do you still have contact with her?"
Knowing that he is a good dancer, he probably went online to look up Cheng Xiao's personal information...
Lin Qingyuan sighed secretly at her gossip, so he asked evasively: "Did your student tell you? Which student? Aren't you teaching grade 16?"
"Zhou Ye, a 16th-level student in the acting department. The girl is very pretty and has a sweet mouth. She is especially liked by the elders."
Especially to please the elders?
Looking at Huang Wenyuan's appearance, it seems that this girl named Zhou Ye is liked by her elder.
"I don't know..." Lin Qingyuan told a lie. Of course he knew this girl, but that had to be traced back to before the national football team had played in Vietnam in his previous life.
As for this life, I really don't know him. Maybe I met him at Nortel, but I don't seem to have any impression of him.
"With her appearance and condition, she will definitely be able to enter the entertainment industry in the future. You may get to know her in two years."
"We'll talk about it then." Lin Qingyuan always felt that Huang Wenyuan was looking for a blind date for him.
"So when will your drama be released? Your dad and I are both looking forward to your first male-led drama."
"It will be in the middle of next year. Don't expect too much. It's just an ordinary costume idol drama with no nutrition."
Lin Qingyuan finally understood why ancient puppet actors were at the bottom of the contempt chain for actors in the entertainment industry. Even Lin Qingyuan, who starred in ancient puppets, was too embarrassed to introduce his work to his family, let alone to those senior actors.
Seniors in the industry talked about their masterpieces.
Didn't you see that Murong Yunhai's face immediately darkened when Song Dandan asked him what his masterpiece was in Taohuawu?
But yes, after all, the drama "Meteor Shower" was really popular back then, and thunder was also really thunderous. As an actor who has been in the industry for many years, it would be really embarrassing if he introduced his masterpiece to others as "Thunder Rain".
Seeing Lin Qingyuan's embarrassment, Lin Tianrui changed the subject and said: "By the way, Qingyuan, didn't you say before that you were going to participate in the basketball star game hosted by Penguin? Then play well for me."
Lin Qingyuan nodded.
"When did you like basketball? When you were in elementary school and junior high school, didn't you hang out with a football in the school every day?" Huang Wenyuan said in surprise.
"I've always been interested in playing basketball, but it's just less than my interest in football," Lin Qingyuan said.
"Don't you still like singing and dancing? You said you want to debut as an idol in the future!" Huang Wenyuan asked doubtfully: "Sometimes I see you chanting sutras alone..."
"That's rap, not chanting..." Lin Qingyuan felt tired. I'm not that bad!
At this time, the cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.
The caller ID was Bai Jingting. Because he mentioned it on WeChat in the afternoon, Lin Qingyuan knew that it was Bai Jingting calling him to play ball.
So I quickly finished the last bit of food in the bowl, then stood up and walked to the bedroom.
"My friend invited me to play ball, and I'll go out."
Lin Qingyuan was secretly happy that Xiaobai's call came in time, and he finally didn't have to be tricked...
"When are you coming back?"
"Before twelve o'clock."
Regardless of whether he comes back at night or not, he always says before twelve o'clock. This is Lin Qingyuan's usual cliché.