Chapter 331 This love can be remembered
No matter how generous Xiang Nuanrao was, he was still a little caught off guard. Jiang Ranran, however, jumped onto the stage as if she were visiting an amusement park.
Could it be that their father and son were conspiring again? !
"Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Ranran. I am 4 years old this year. I am from China." Jiang Ranran just like participating in his own reality show, he introduced the opening in one go. He didn't even need to bother the host with his words and captured the hearts of the audience.
"Did you vote too?" the host squatted down and asked happily.
"They didn't give me a voting machine. My mom voted for them."
"Did you give your mother the idea? Or does she like this group of ideas very much?"
"I guess she likes it very much. She has a good eye and sees the right thing!"
Oh - the audience cheered. Not only is this cute Chinese kid's English proficient, but her emotional intelligence is also online. He stood there like a porcelain doll in a commercial, making everyone scream cute.
"As expected of his son!" Everyone outside the court looked at Jiang Yunhui with envy, and his father grinned from ear to ear.
"Now I give you a chance to vote. Come and choose. What is your favorite set of stories?"
Everyone thought he would think it over carefully, but he didn't even think about it and walked decisively to the man just now.
"When I was in kindergarten, I was always last in the crafts industry, but now I can make robots!"
The man also knelt down, stretched out his hand as a man to a man, solemnly shook hands with Jiang Ranran and thanked her.
The host turned to Xiang Nuan: "Now we ask voters to express their opinions."
"The artistic conception of this group of works that I feel is beyond his paintings." Xiang Nuan said slowly. She thought she had made it clear, but when she saw everyone waiting attentively for the next step, she smiled slightly shyly. This smile can be compared to a casual appearance on the day of the show, and it has also entered the hearts of millions of people.
"So beautiful." Jiang Yunhui heard someone beside him murmuring in praise. This sound seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, and he was completely attracted.
"There is a line in ancient Chinese poetry that says, 'This feeling can be remembered, but it was already lost at the time.'" Xiang Nuan said, "Regret is the aftertaste of life. We are in the wave of life. You can't feel the emotion of regret only when things have passed and the dust has settled, in a certain afternoon or at a certain intersection. Only when I fell into a trance did I realize, "If only then..." "It turns out that then..." This is the feeling this set of ideas gave me. His regret did not happen in the story, but happened in the dark night when he went home alone after watching the movie. . Then the real story will unfold, and the real regret will come to bite the heart.”
The whole place was silent and silent. Suddenly, the man who just introduced the work couldn't hold back his sobs, and it was like a thunderous sound that woke everyone up.
The main creators of that team put their arms around each other's shoulders and cheered each other up. Some people's tears were already flowing into rivers. It didn't matter if the score was low. Someone who understood was the highest recognition.
A flood of applause resounded through the hall, and someone in the audience stood up, leading the crowd to stand up and pay tribute to the creators.
The host approached Xiang Nuan and whispered something. She shook her head and refused.
"Thank you to this amazing audience, and thank you to every amazing movie fan. Without your resonance, there would be no good works! Then please, madam and baby, return to your seats. We want everyone to think deeply again and formally cast your precious vote. ! ”
Oh my god, I can finally come down, and Xiang Nuan can finally relax. She returned to her seat, and people around her shook hands with her. Some generously expressed their love for her, while others took out their mobile phones to take selfies with their mother and son.
Xiang Nuan was a little worried, wondering if her and Ran Ran's performance just now would affect the final ranking of each group of works.
Just now the host asked her if she wanted to tell everyone that she was Jiang Yunhui's lover, but she decisively refused. This news does nothing to help fair and impartial programming. Even so, she was vaguely worried that Jiang Yunhui would be exposed as a "shady" person soon after his identity was revealed.
Now she was nervous, waiting to see the results of the vote. Sure enough, the scores of that group of works increased significantly, changing their original disadvantage of being at the bottom and soaring. Everyone even cheered for him, but just when he was about to break into the top ten, the votes stopped and stopped at the eleventh position.
20 into 10, they still regretted losing.
The regret was immediate, and Xiang Nuan couldn't help but sighed. How relevant this scene was at this moment.
The two-hour show made her, the audience, feel "body hollowed out." Finally, the curtain fell and the flood receded. She was so exhausted that she didn't want to move.
"You are Mrs. Jiang!" The host's excitement had not passed yet. When the audience had all left, he was the first to rush to Xiang Nuan.
"My name is Blake. Oh my god, the effect just now was great! It was even more exciting than what I prepared in advance. When I looked at you on the stage, it was like seeing a beam of light..."
What he said was too exaggerated. Xiang Nuan didn't know how to respond except for smiling politely.
"Oh my God!" The second one to come was Lucas, and needless to say he was deeply impressed again. "What is that poem? You must tell me again."
"This feeling can be recalled later, but I was at a loss at the time." Xiang Nuan smiled and said, "It feels like 'it was just normal at that time'."
"It was just ordinary at the time..." Lucas murmured, conquered by the magic of these two lines of poetry.
Only Jiang Yunhui stood silently at the end among the crowd of excited people, looking at her with an infinitely tender smile. Xiang Nuan looked at him for a few seconds, then slowly lowered his gaze.
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"Yunhui, your wife should come to the show, stand on the stage, and accept the challenge as a producer!" Lucas really dared to think and speak.
Naturally, someone responded to his suggestion, which made Xiang Nuan shake his head and wave his hands in fright.
"As an audience member, my heart almost bursts out of my throat, but as a contestant, I can't stand the excitement! Besides, how do I know anything about film production? These are just two sentences that Yun Hui usually talks about that were tricked by my class."
Jiang Yunhui didn't say anything, but he couldn't hide this wave of secret joy.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to go on stage, just come with us to produce the show," Lucas was obviously unwilling to give up until the Yellow River, and was completely occupied by the idea of winning over Xiang Nuan. "You and your wife are absolutely perfect together!"
"No."
Xiang Nuan refused without mercy and decisively.
Lucas felt that his heart was about to break, and he clutched his chest in an exaggerated manner and fell into his chair.
"Wait for me for a moment. I'll finish packing and let's go together." Jiang Yunhui rubbed Ran Ran's head.
Xiang Nuan lowered his head subconsciously, thinking that he would be treated the same as Ran Ran, or that he was just a fool. That guy really liked the three-piece suit of knocking his forehead, scraping his nose, and pinching his ears. However, he just raised his eyebrows and left in a hurry.
He seemed to be deliberately avoiding himself, and even deliberately avoiding getting too close to himself. When she first arrived, Xiang Nuan thought it was her misunderstanding, but now she is almost 100% sure.
This petty guy, he was either angry or seeking revenge, just because her response was delayed for several beats this morning. Uh, forget it, there was no response.
Then he still called himself here? It's called understanding his work, but it's actually an opportunity to beat herself up and let her reflect on herself.
I don't! No! No!