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Before Liu Qianqian had even finished eating the braised pork in her dream, a loud "bang" jolted her out of bed.

The commotion sounded like someone had moved a demolition crew into the living room.

With her hair a messy, tangled mess, she groggily pushed open the bedroom door.

In the living room, Liu Xiaoli stood with her hands on her hips, her face showing a terrified expression as if she had just robbed a bank, staring intently at the several large cardboard boxes on the floor.

Yu Le was bent over, panting as he shoved the last long, rectangular box onto the TV cabinet.

"woke up?"

Yu Le straightened up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and raised an eyebrow at Liu Qianqian, who was still in a daze.

"Come and open the package, little landlord."

Liu Qianqian rubbed her sleepy eyes, and her gaze finally focused on the boxes.

Upon seeing this, those phoenix eyes, which had been half-open and half-closed, instantly widened like copper bells.

That blue logo.

SONY.

In this era, these four letters represent not only electronic products, but also a sense of sophistication, a belief, and the superiority of being at the forefront of the times.

"I love it!"

Liu Qianqian exclaimed in surprise, completely forgetting about her ladylike image, and rushed over barefoot.

"Sony DVP-NS900! The flagship model!"

The little girl circled the box twice, acting even more affectionately than if she had seen braised pork, as if she wanted to pounce on it and lick it a couple of times.

This was the DVD player she had been longing for for a long time.

With this thing, you can watch HD movies at home without having to put up with those broken videotapes with static all over the screen.

Looking at her daughter's pathetic state, Liu Xiaoli sighed and turned to interrogate the culprit.

"Yu Le, tell me the truth."

Liu Xiaoli pointed to the box on the ground, her tone as serious as if she were interrogating a spy.

"This whole setup must cost at least two thousand, right?"

"Not many."

Yu Le took out a cigarette case from his pocket, thought for a moment, and then put it back, speaking casually as if he had just bought two pounds of cabbage.

"It's only a little over a thousand. That's a display model, on sale."

Amazing display machine.

This was a brand new item that he had specifically gone to Zhongguancun to haggle with the Mediterranean shop owner for half an hour to get the price from.

Of course, the price is indeed over a thousand.

However, he earned several thousand yuan selling food on set this time, so he didn't feel bad about it.

"More than a thousand isn't enough?!"

Liu Xiaoli's voice rose eight octaves, her heart aching so much it was pounding.

"You're going to squander all your secret stash of money! Are you going to give up on life?"

"Money is worthless, we can earn it back after we spend it."

Yu Le squatted down, quickly unpacked the box, took out the silver-gray machine, and skillfully connected the wires, plugged it in, and adjusted it.

"Besides, if you want to do something well, you must first have the right tools. Sisi is studying acting; how can she not watch more classic films? This is called investing in her education."

The reason given was perfectly plausible and irrefutable.

Liu Xiaoli opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself speechless.

With a soft "beep".

The TV screen lit up, and the clear, sharp picture instantly outshone the old VCD player.

Liu Qianqian sat cross-legged on the carpet, holding the brand-new remote control in her hands, her face flushed with excitement.

She turned her head and looked at Yu Le, who was sprawled on the sofa pretending to be dead.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the man wearing baggy shorts and flip-flops, with a scruffy beard.

Despite his disheveled, middle-aged appearance, Liu Qianqian felt that he was radiating light at that moment.

That feeling of being cherished and pampered is like a warm current that instantly fills your heart.

It's not just because of this expensive machine.

More importantly, because he remembers.

She mentioned it casually, but he remembered it.

"Uncle Yu!"

Liu Qianqian suddenly threw down the remote control, jumped up like a happy little deer, and rushed to the sofa.

Before Yu Le could react, she felt a fragrant breeze waft towards her.

Followed by.

Two warm, soft touches came from my cheeks.

"Po~"

A crisp sound.

Yu Le froze.

It was as if he had been glared at by Medusa and instantly turned to stone.

That arrogant girl who always talks back to him and steals his braised pork, the future celestial being...

Did you kiss him?

Even though it's just on the cheek.

Although it was just a fleeting touch.

But Yu Le felt that his old heart, which had lived through two lifetimes and was already as tough as iron, surprisingly skipped a beat.

His face flushed red.

What the hell is this plot?

This damn, nowhere-to-place... father's emotions?

"Thank you, Uncle Yu! You're the best!"

Having successfully ambushed Yu Le, Liu Qianqian made a smug face at her, then turned and ran back to the carpet to examine her new toy.

Yu Le was left alone, bewildered in the wind.

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, his fingertips still feeling a trace of warmth.

Gan.

Why has this gigolo suddenly become a little sweet?

Standing to the side, Liu Xiaoli looked at the helpless man on the sofa, and then at her daughter on the floor who was as happy as a fool.

The words of criticism I wanted to say stuck in my throat.

I couldn't bear to spoil this warm atmosphere.

……

the next day.

The ginkgo leaves on the Beijing Film Academy campus are so yellow they cover the sky and the ground is covered in gold.

Liu Qianqian arrived at school amidst Yu Le's admonition to "study hard and practice your acting skills more," and walked towards the performance building.

Today, her steps were so light that it felt like she was walking on clouds, and even the cool air around her felt sweet.

Last night, I dragged Yu Le and my mom to watch "Roman Holiday" all night long. Hepburn's expressive eyes are still playing in my mind.

When you're in a good mood, everything looks pleasing to the eye.

Even the stray dog ​​on the roadside that always barks at people looks quite handsome today.

Push open the door to the rehearsal room.

A scent mixed with sweat and youthful hormones wafted towards me.

More than half of the students from the 02 undergraduate performance class have arrived.

Wang Man had already withdrawn from school and, I heard, transferred to another school.

Her story had already spread at the Beijing Film Academy, and she couldn't bear to stay there any longer, given the strange looks she received from those around her.

For a rich second-generation like her, transferring schools is just a matter of donating another building.

In the corner, a boy with a buzz cut and an aura of "I'm a tough guy" was doing leg stretches.

Zhu Yawen.

This guy still looks like a clueless greenhorn, showing no signs of his future potential as a "walking hormone," and is currently grimacing as he struggles with that ligament.

On the other side, several girls were huddled together, chattering away.

One of the girls, who had delicate features and a gentle demeanor, was glancing at Liu Qianqian, who had just entered the room, out of the corner of her eye.

Jiang Yiyan.

This "literary talent" of later generations was trying to maintain a calm and composed demeanor at this moment, but when she saw Liu Qianqian's radiant face, the fingers holding the water glass still unconsciously tightened slightly.

After all, "Invisible Wings" is a huge hit, and Liu Qianqian has recently taken on another big-budget production. So, among the entire Class of 02, Liu Qianqian is currently the most popular.

She said she wasn't jealous at all, but that's a lie.

"Sissi, you're here! I heard you went to film 'The Story of a Noble Family'? Is that true?"

Several girls who were usually on good terms with Liu Qianqian immediately surrounded her, their faces full of curiosity and envy.

Liu Qianqian greeted everyone with a smile, and said modestly, "I'm just a nobody, I'm just here to learn."

That genuine ease and joy made her seem radiant, making the dimness in some people's eyes all the more apparent.

"Attend class!"

Just then, a loud and clear shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, resounded in the classroom.

Cui Xinqin, a leading figure in the performing arts department, pushed open the door and entered.

The classroom instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Empress Dowager Cui's aura was truly formidable.