Urban drama: Me! I collide with Bei Weiwei at the very beginning.

original.

Zhen Shaoxiang didn't pay much attention to Jun.

But I saw a familiar name on it...

Deng Xiaoqi.

He looked through the photos.

World-weary penguins, doves

The shape of those water chestnuts did indeed feel somewhat familiar.

"Where did you find these people?" Zhen Shaoxiang asked.

“Beijing Film Academy, and some dance academies,” Ai Qing said.

“An accident,” Zhen Shaoxiang said.

"Accident?"

"Oh, that's not what surprised me."

171: The moment I got off the bed

The unexpected thing about Zhen Shaoxiang was actually Deng Xiaoqi's age.

I don't know why, but now it seems like I'm already a senior in college and doing internships.

"Oh, by the way, Deng Xiaoqi has a play coming up in a few days, and she even gave me two tickets for free," Ai Qing said. "Want to go see it together?"

"..."

Such an invitation.

Zhen Shaoxiang naturally wouldn't refuse.

"The play is free, so it must be because the seats aren't full, right?" Zhen Shaoxiang laughed.

Ai Qing smiled too.

"Who knows? We'll find out when we go. It's rare to see such a warm welcome from your family."

"Alright, just for your enthusiasm, I guess I should go check it out."

...

The next day.

Inside a theater in the capital city.

Just as Zhen Shaoxiang predicted, the number of people was not insufficient; there were still at least one-fifth of the seats available.

It's normal for stage plays to have slow ticket sales.

It's nowhere near as immersive as watching a movie in a theater, mainly because it puts the actors' skills to a much higher level.

"I really didn't expect you to be right. The venue, which can hold 500 people, wasn't even full," Ai Qing said.

"Hehe." Zhen Shaoxiang chuckled.

He also saw Deng Xiaoqi's mother, whose outfit was quite glamorous.

At her age, she's still showing off her long legs, isn't she afraid of the cold? She must be wearing stockings.

Deng Xiaoqi stood under the black curtain.

The light shone on her.

She was tall and had a very unique style of dress; it was unclear which ethnic group she belonged to.

It seems she has really grown up.

"...Only your life is my enemy. Even if you weren't Montague, you would still be such a lovely person. What does it matter if you're Montague or not? It's not a hand, not a foot, not an arm, not a face, not any other part of your body..."

She began her speech.

What is this?

Zhen Shaoxiang said that he really couldn't get in.

...

...

We walked alongside Deng Xiaoqi.

Her mother, Deng Xinhua, quickly offered some encouragement.

"Are you tired? Come on, have some water. Did you see Mom clapping for you just now? It was so beautiful! My daughter is the best."

“But I still feel like I didn’t act well,” Deng Xiaoqi said.

"Hey, just act it out casually, don't take it to heart. Mom has already found someone for you in Shanghai," said Deng Xiaoqi's mother.

"Mom, don't make things worse," Deng Xiaoqi said.

hum~

A commotion ensued.

Deng Xinhua's phone rang.

"Hey, Mr. Wang, I'm in Beijing."

"Mom, if you want to fight, go outside and fight. It's too loud," Deng Xiaoqi said.

Deng Xinhua also stood up and walked outside.

Then Deng Xiaoqi looked at the man in front of her.

She already has a boyfriend, that's pretty fast!

"Tell me quickly, what happened to me just now?"

Zhen Shaoxiang looked over and recognized the man. How should he describe him?

Obsession?

Yes! It's obsession!

He was driven mad by the blow; the inferiority and doubt he felt caused him to fall apart.

It's quite funny.

"Don't say anything yet, don't let Auntie see," her boyfriend, Li Xizhou, said.

"So what if she saw you? I just happened to introduce you to her," Deng Xiaoqi said.

"No, no, no, the time isn't right yet."

"When is it considered ripe?"

"Then at least we have to make it a fait accompli, right?" Li Xizhou said.

"That won't do!" Deng Xiaoqi refused decisively.

Her mother specifically taught her this.

You must never let a man get you easily, otherwise you'll lose value in his eyes the moment you get out of bed.

at this point.

Deng Xiaoqi will remember it forever.

172: Playing really well.

"Alright then, how do you think you performed?" Li Xizhou asked.

"I thought I was doing okay at first, but when I saw that the audience's reaction wasn't very good, my lines became a bit unclear."

"Therefore, you must concentrate."

"Is it obvious?"

Let's compare.

...

After leaving the venue.

Deng Xinhua and Deng Xiaoqi also saw Ai Qing by the roadside.

"Hey? Sister Aiqing," Deng Xiaoqi greeted her directly, "How's it going?"

"Uh..."

Can Ai Qing say that she doesn't understand it either? Does that mean she doesn't like it?

"not bad."

"Xiaoqi, who is she?" Deng Xinhua asked.

"Oh, let me introduce you. This is Ai Qing, Manager Ai, the person in charge of the opening ceremony of Zhenyi Technology," Deng Xiaoqi said.

"Hello, Miss Ai, I am Xiaoqi's mother," Deng Xinhua said.

"Hello."