Li Qingning and the others were waiting in the parking lot. Zhuang Mei saw him as if he was being chased by a dog, "Is there someone inside who wants to eat you?"
"No, it's nothing."
Jiang Yang shook his head.
They waited until Xu Fan came out and went to Zhuang Mei's restaurant for a meal before leaving. The next day, Saturday, although Jiang Yang didn't want to go, he asked Li Qingning to take him to the hospital for a checkup. No problem was found.
The brain expert's statement was the same as that of the previous doctor. When he came out, Li Qingning, with his heart in his stomach, teased Zhuang Mei, "Hey, what's your relationship with Dr. Lang?"
Zhuang Mei said it didn't matter.
Li Qingning didn't believe it.
When they were seeing the doctor just now, Zhuang Mei called from behind and asked them to go in first.
At that time, Dr. Lang used a businesslike tone. When Zhuang Mei followed, when Dr. Lang asked about Jiang Yang's condition again, he was visibly kind and had a friendly smile on his face. "My husband was scared."
My heartbeat has accelerated."
The attending physician when Jiang Yang was hospitalized due to a car accident. When Jiang Yang's condition improved, he would frown and say solemnly, "How could it be possible? How could it be possible?" When Jiang Yang's condition worsened, he would laugh.
, "That's right, that's science."
From then on, whenever Jiang Yang saw the doctor smiling at him, he felt that a death notice was about to be issued.
"Stop it!"
Zhuang Mei didn't want to talk about it. She took out her car keys and said, "I have to go to the station to prepare for the show, so I'm leaving first."
Li Qingning asked her to hurry up when her heart moved, "Don't hesitate!"
Her words were loud and attracted the attention of passers-by. She quickly lowered the brim of her hat and pulled Jiang Yang into the car. They went to the supermarket to buy groceries, bought a fish, and went back to stay. Jiang Yang began to finish yesterday's interview with Li Qingning.
Promise of.
He searched the Internet and found that there was no relevant information about "84 Charing Cross Street" at all. He asked his foreign classmates to help him check it out, and found that this street existed, but there was no information about the book.
Some people say that sharing is the highest form of romanticism.
The clouds I photographed, the milk tea shops I visited, the fun things I encountered, the movies I watched, the meals I cooked - the so-called growing old together is essentially about finding someone with whom you can share your life until you grow old.
Li Qingning is cooking fish in the kitchen. She likes to eat fish, and she is also good at cooking fish. She wants to share the most delicious fish with Jiang Yang. When the sound of "sizzling" is heard when the fish is being cooked, Jiang Yang sits in front of the computer.
, listening to such a voice, leisurely, peaceful and happy. He now wanted to share this book with Li Qingning, and he typed a line on the computer: "For my big devil."
"84 Charing Cross Street" is a thin little book, an epistolary novel, which contains letters from different periods. There is no complicated storyline, fan love without love and fictitious love, just two
Letter exchanges between book lovers and people who enjoy reading.
Jiang Yang felt that this book was good at conveying a kind of warmth in an era when carriages and horses were slow and letters were far away.
This book is a true story, so the content is intimate and touching.
It is a shame that their stories are missing from the world.
Jiang Yang's memory is very clear now, and he has an impatient desire to write it out. As for the writing, there may be some bugs, or there may be translation errors - never mind it, Jiang Yang wrote it to his wife, and he didn't intend to make money, so just
Never mind this.
After writing for a while, Li Qingning asked him to go out to eat. After the meal, Jiang Yang quickly cleared away the bowl and continued to write in front of the computer. He heard something moving outside, opened the door and saw that it was the female fitness coach Li Qingning had made an appointment with, so he went back
busy.
During this period, Tang Bo also called Jiang Yang.
Tang Bo never expected that the commercial he shot would attract Li Qingning's likes and reposts. Don't underestimate the influence of this star. Now his expression of death-worrying expression has been made into a GIF and spread on the Internet. It belongs to the public.
A person with good eyesight.
Don't underestimate your eyesight.
It's also a walk-on. When the assistant director is selecting, he should take his time to choose the one who has eye-catching and impressive impressions; if the director has seen the advertisement and recognized his acting skills, he might even give him a few lines.
This career must now be carried out step by step, from a dead actor to a walk-on, to a walk-on with lines, and then to an unimportant supporting role, an important supporting role, the third male lead, the leading actor——
Tang Bo had already imagined that success was waving to him.
He thanked Jiang Yang profusely on the phone.
He knows very well why this advertisement has so much influence in a short period of time. It has nothing to do with his acting skills. There are many people who have acted in commercials, and there are a few famous ones. The key to the popularity today is
Jiangyang.
Without Jiang Yang, would Li Yu forward this advertisement?
Stop dreaming, for a big star like Li Yu, advertising is priceless, let alone an advertisement for rubber products.
However, Tang Bo didn't plan to invite Jiang Yang out for dinner this time. He had figured out Jiang Yang's temper. He was a homebody who didn't like to go out for anything. He just said that when Jiang Yang went to the park to shoot commercials, he would invite Jiang Yang.
Yang eats.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yang continued writing.
The book "No. 84 Charing Cross Street" has almost 25,000 words, which is not many words. Jiang Yang finally finished it on Sunday night. "If you happen to pass by No. 84 Charing Cross Street, please give it to me."
A kiss, I owe it a lot..."
After stopping, Jiang Yang felt a little unfinished.
He printed it out, bound it, and then stretched out and walked out.
"Busy working?"
Li Qingning greeted Jiang Yang, and then he realized that Sister Chen was also there.
"Busy working."
Jiang Yang sat on the sofa and handed the bound book to Li Qingning. Sister Chen was curious, "What is that?"
"a book."
Li Qingning opened it, "My husband wrote it to me."
Sister Chen rolled her eyes, "Singing to show affection is not enough, now you are all writing books."
She couldn't bear it anymore, so she stood up and picked up her bag, "I'm leaving. Let's talk about it when we go to work tomorrow."
Jiang Yang got up to see her off.
After sending her downstairs and coming back, Jiang Yang found that Li Qingning was already immersed in the book. Jiang Yang sat on the sofa, and Li Qingning leaned in Jiang Yang's arms. This book did not have ups and downs of the story, but was just plain and simple.
The narration. But I don’t know why, the precious friendship filled between the lines resonated with Li Qingning, and she read it in one breath.
After washing up and going to bed, Li Qingning spent more than two hours finally reading the book.
She sighed softly, turned to Jiang Yang and asked, "This book - did you write it?"
She felt like it was really happening.
While reading, the demeanor and character of the heroine and the clerk Frank came to life on the page, allowing Li Qingning to penetrate deeply into the world and take her back to the 20th world. She became a female writer who loved reading but was impoverished. When writing letters,
Waiting for the letter, reading the letter, meeting each other is like meeting each other, the paper is short but the love is long, and the heart melts.
Jiang Yang could only say: "Just, after watching the play, the idea came into my mind to write this book, and then I wanted to write it for you to read."
Li Qingning believed him. Jiang Yang was originally a magical being. She could hear singing when she was around Jiang Yang. Jiang Yang suddenly had the inspiration to write such a book, so what did it mean?
She couldn't help but hold Jiang Yang's face lovingly, "My husband is really a genius."
She was quiet, "Their pure emotions in the book are really touching."
This book contains bland joy, bland warmth, bland expectations, bland melancholy and bland regret, as well as a power to soften people's hearts. Li Qingning liked it very much, and she asked Jiang Yang for an electronic version.
She wanted to send it to her mother, Jiang Yang's mother-in-law.