According to the reports she had read before, Mr. Jiao Yang was well-known. It was said that countless big-name movie stars, singers and even models had had affairs with him. Therefore, including what he said about pursuing her before, Luo Xiaoqian actually
In my understanding, it was just a joke, and at most, some thoughts of deliberately going against Leng Zimo.
"Is this the image I have in your mind?" Jiao Yang asked with a smile.
"I'm kidding!" Luo Xiaoqian laughed, "I didn't have much contact with you before, so that's what I thought. However, after the Sichuan incident, I know that you are not the irresponsible man like the media wrote.
"
Jiao Yang suppressed a smile and said, "You are wrong, I was indeed like that before!"
Luo Xiaoqian moved slightly, turned her face, and looked at him seriously.
"Actually, I am not as great as the media made me out to be. I received a rigid British education since I was a child. I hate such a rigid life. Later, I gave up classical music and entered the pop music circle to work as a producer. It was not because I really liked pop.
I am happy, but I think that would be a rebellious pleasure. Of course, I am the kind of person who wants to be the best in whatever I do, and I also have the ability, so I did it..."
Jiao Yang took a shallow sip of the juice, his usually unruly handsome face showing a rare deepness.
"In the past few years, my life has been a complete mess. I often get drunk, race cars, sleep with different women, and even smoke marijuana...doing all the things my father and mother don't want me to do. Everything.
Everyone thought that I was successful, but in fact, success in their eyes meant nothing to me. I remember, it was in London, and I opened my eyes one morning and saw a strange hotel with a man sleeping next to me.
A beautiful woman I can’t remember at all…I suddenly felt something I had never experienced before…”
Having said this, he hesitated.
He speaks Chinese very well, but for a while he couldn't think of the right Chinese words to express himself.
"emptiness, do you understand?"
"Empty?!" Luo Xiaoqian asked.
"YES, yes, it is emptiness. From body to heart, it seems very empty..." Jiao Yang laughed at himself, "Everyone asks me why I was transferred to ATV Asia. In fact, this is the real reason. I
I just want to change the environment and find my true self."
Luo Xiaoqian sat on a chair nearby, leaning slightly to the side, and was always listening attentively.
Jiao Yang turned his face and saw her expression. He was obviously a little surprised, "Aren't you surprised to know that I am like this?"
"Surprised, of course, but in addition to surprise, there is also appreciation."
"oh?"
"Although I have never had an experience like yours, I think it would be difficult to escape from such a state." Luo Xiaoqian raised the corners of her lips, "But you did it, didn't you? There is a Chinese saying
It's called 'The prodigal son returns with no money in return'. The prodigal son refers to a man like you, which means..."
"The return of a man like me is more precious than gold?" Jiao Yang asked.
"It can be understood this way, but Jin Buhuan is actually a name..." Then, Luo Xiaoqian told him the story of "Jin Buhuan", "In ancient times, there was a very rich man named Jin, who had a son at fifty.
, I liked it so much that I named my son Jin Bu Huan.
