After the interlude of "Burning the Red Lotus Temple", Hu Die's award-winning film "Fishing Lights" at the Moscow Film Festival began to play on the screen. Hu Die walked slowly backstage and dismissed several staff who were following him.
After leaving, I walked into the dressing room backstage.
After all, there is a difference between stage makeup and daily makeup. Hu Die sat down and began to remove the heavy makeup on her face. She took off the gold hairpin on her head and wiped off the red makeup on her face with gauze paper. She brushed it off with her bare hands and revealed a happy face.
A more natural face appeared in the mirror. Suddenly, Hu Die's moving hand stopped. In the mirror, a smiling face of a man appeared!
Hu Die blinked hard, thinking it was an hallucination caused by the long journey, but it was obviously not the case, because the smiling man behind him had already made a voice:
"Ms. Hu Die, please don't be nervous. I have no ill intentions towards you."
An authentic Nanjing Mandarin came out, the voice was soothing and natural, and seemed to have a soothing power. Hu Die stopped his initial surprise, turned around and looked at the graceful young man in front of him, and said:
"Who are you? How did you get in?"
"I am Chinese. I came to see Ms. Hu Die today to ask you a favor," the man replied with a smile, "As for my true identity, it is not important."
"What do you want me to do?" Hu Die looked at Geng Chaozhong curiously, seemingly not afraid of this uninvited guest.
"Help me send a letter back to Nanjing." Geng Chaozhong took out a letter from his suit pocket and placed it on the dressing table. "Send it to a Mr. Dai from Huatong Hotel in Nanjing's Drum Tower Alley."
"There are many people outside, why are you looking for me?" Hu Die became more and more curious about the identity of the mysterious man in front of him.
"Because I can't trust others." Geng Chao looked at Hu Die's naturally charming eyes loyally. The charm contained in this innocence is enough to make any man fall in love with it.
"Okay, I will send someone to deliver it when I get to Shanghai." Hu Die glanced at the envelope.
"No, you must deliver it in person and name Mr. Dai to pick it up in person." Geng Chaozhong said.
"Why is this?" Hu Die stretched his body naturally, "What's the difference between giving it to me and giving it to others?"
"Because the recipient of the letter does not believe anyone, only you." Geng Chaozhong said.
"He knows me?" Hu Die became more and more curious.
"Yes, you will know once we meet each other." A mysterious smile appeared on Geng Chaozhong's lips.
"Oh," Hu Die blinked, "can I read this letter?"
This was a rude request, but Geng Chaozhong didn't find it abrupt. He smiled and shook his head: "It's best not to look at it, it will bring you trouble. But I can guarantee that what you do will definitely be right."
Our country brings help."
"Oh? So, you are a knight overseas alone? Or a righteous man?" Hu Die looked at Geng Chaozhong with a smile.
"You can think so," Geng Chaozhong smiled, "Okay, I have to go, Ms. Hu Die, please take me to say hello to Mr. Dai and tell him: Wildfires will never burn out, but the spring breeze will blow them again."
After saying that, Geng Chaozhong jumped up and jumped out of the window of the dressing room facing the street.
Hu Die stood up and looked out of the window - a figure landed lightly on the ground and disappeared deep around the corner of the street in an instant.
...........
With light steps, Geng Chaozhong quickly returned to his apartment on La Boetie Street. This is a single apartment with only a dozen square meters, which is most suitable for homeless bachelors.
However, when Geng Chaozhong walked to the door, he suddenly stopped.
The dusty line at the door seemed a little messy.
"Has anyone been here?"
Geng Chaozhong whispered in his heart, looking at the worn-out old copper lock. After thinking about it, he took out the key and opened the door.
"Where have you been?" A voice came from the darkness.
"Swallow?" Geng Chaozhong asked tentatively.
"It's me," a lazy figure sat up on the bed, revealing his beautiful lines, "I was too tired, so I slept on your bed, wouldn't you mind?"
"No, no one will mind that there is a beautiful lady suddenly on the bed." Geng Chaozhong smiled and turned on the light. Under the light, Yan Zi's slender fingers were covering her mouth and yawning. She was wearing a tight corset dress.
, the already slender waist was outlined to be even slimmer, and the originally small upper body also looked a bit undulating. There was also a large black burqa hanging beside the bed, which should have been covered when she came.
"Why, my job has already been announced?" Geng Chaozhong sat on the chair next to the bed and looked into Yanzi's eyes.
"Well, Le Figaro." Yanzi patted his mouth gently.
"Le Figaro?" Geng Chaozhong was in a daze.
Le Figaro is one of the leading newspapers in France. In just two days, Yanzi found a job there for himself. This is really a great feat!
"The deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Filo, needs an assistant, and I recommend you." Yanzi replied lightly.
"But I don't even know a few words in French. All I want is a job as a reporter, which will give me time to polish manuscripts and learn the language. Alternatively, I can dictate and find a gunman to write for me." Geng
Chaozhong blurted out.
"You didn't make it clear," Yanzi looked seriously into Geng Chaozhong's eyes, "I thought you were a genius."
"Even a genius cannot master a language in a few months!" Geng Chaozhong was helpless.
"Teacher Marx is fine," Yanzi retorted.
"Sorry, I'm not Marx." Geng Chaozhong smiled bitterly.
Yes, Marx could learn a language on a ship, but how could he be compared with that kind of person?
"It's up to you. Anyway, I've found a job for you," Yanzi picked up the burqa and put it on him, "I'm sorry, please step aside."
The bachelor's apartment is too small. If you put a chair next to the bed, there will be no room for entry or exit...
"Okay," Geng Chaozhong stood up with difficulty and made way for Yanzi, "but my problem has not been solved yet."
"As you wish." Yanzi's slender body passed in front of Geng Chaozhong, and the fluttering hair rubbed Geng Chaozhong's nose, which made it a little itchy. He covered his mouth to stop the urge to sneeze.
"Yanzi," Geng Chaozhong called to the girl who was about to walk out the door, "in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I suggest you find another suitable job for me."
"I don't have that much time," Yanzi turned around, "I'm leaving Paris for Berlin tomorrow. If you don't want to go to Figaro to apply, you can wait until I come back."