Chapter 190 Painting Exhibition
Meng Ying asked Liang Jincong to come to Meng’s house.
The main thing is to return the umbrella to him.
But it seems that both of them forgot their umbrellas.
They only have eyes for each other.
Only on the second day did Meng Ying remember that it was seven o'clock in the morning. After breakfast, she had to rush to the airport.
Meng Ying finally remembered this umbrella at this time.
Black, low-key, with a luxury logo on the umbrella handle.
But Liang Jincong also saw other things in her drawer, a shirt, a cuff, and a watch.
The man raised his eyebrows, "These seem to be all my things."
"You don't want the shirt. The cuffs were accidentally scratched by the lace on my skirt. You gave me the watch."
"You still keep the shirt." Liang Jincong didn't even think of it. When did this shirt come from? He had too many shirts like this. When Meng Ying reminded him that it was on the yacht, he couldn't help but smile deeply and said in a hoarse voice, "What should I do, Miss Meng? I regret it. I don’t want you to go to England.”
Meng Ying looked at him quietly.
Separation is imminent.
She became more and more reluctant to give up.
Both of them were demanding last night. Even Meng Ying felt the pain in her legs when she got up in the morning. Both of them seemed to feel that they would not have such ample time to meet each other later.
Fly once, it’s very simple.
But one year, it seems, is not that simple.
You need to overcome the jet lag, both of you need to have time, and the direct flight takes 14 hours.
The whole journey is more than 9,500 kilometers.
Meng Ying grabbed his sleeves tightly and looked up at him, as if waiting for him to speak. If he were more domineering, demanding, and unreasonable, like before, treating herself as his lover, agreeing to a relationship, and forcefully Let her stay.
Meng Ying will stay.
She held her breath.
But no.
Liang Jincong lowered his head and kissed her lips for a long time.
He rubbed her hair until it was slightly messy and said, "Miss Meng, the butterflies will definitely fly."
The two looked at each other.
Deep and clear.
Meng Ying's chest felt a little sore. The handsome man in front of her seemed to really know how to like someone.
She said silently in her heart.
Mr. Liang, the butterfly will fly back.
Butterflies love you too.
Because I love you, I am not willing to be mediocre.
If you want to fly higher, stand on your shoulders and look at you.
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Chris Dinter is a very eccentric old man.
He had an illness a few years ago and had some problems with his vocal cords, making his speech sound heavy. This is also the reason why he has stopped acting in recent years.
Meng Ying is the only one with an oriental face among the twenty people.
The other one is Korean female director Han Yunzhu who has won the Blue Dragon Award once.
And Meng Ying is the youngest here.
Chris Dinter was selected as the most prestigious among the top 10 directors who have contributed the most to world cinema. When taking his class, almost no one dares to slack off or lose concentration. Among the twenty places, what Meng Ying did not expect was that Danish director Bien, who won the Oscar for Best Picture, was also there. This made Meng Ying feel a little rushed the past few days, and it took a few days to adapt. In addition to adapting to some abstract art in the course, there was also a time difference between the surrounding environment and...
It is now 16 o'clock London time. Meng Ying has just come out of the classroom. She lives in a double apartment shared with Han Yunzhu.
The two found a place to eat.
Han Yunzhu, who is six years older than Meng Ying, held her arm and said, "Myrose, what are we having for dinner tonight?"
"You decide."
Meng Ying picked up her phone and sent a WeChat message to Liang Jincong. It was three hours ago. Liang Jincong replied to her that he had a drinking party in the evening. She replied at that time, "Drink less" and then stop.
At this moment, she immediately replied, "I just finished class, are you asleep?"
Domestic time is 23:30 in the evening.
Coupled with the fact that Liang Jincong drank some wine, today’s news stops here.
Meng Ying is used to eating domestic food and has a Chinese stomach. She bit into the grain-fed steak and almost had a headache. She forgot to check the note. She didn't like pepper-based sauces, so she ended up eating a few bites of salad and a piece of apple. tart.
After dinner, Han Yunzhu said she wanted to go out for a walk.
Meng Ying refused.
She had not completed the Sky Realm mission left by Chris, nor had she finished editing the film. She returned to the apartment, opened her notebook, and started working on it.
Han Yunzhu came back a little late in the evening. She told Meng Ying with a smile that she met Ange on the way back, and he actually lived in this apartment, upstairs.
Meng Ying looked at her and smiled, "Look at how excited you are."
"Tender and delicious little fresh meat. It's obvious that you can become popular just by your appearance. If you have to be a director, I just came here with a bucket of water. , I couldn’t carry it, so he helped me carry it up. It’s a holy body for foreigners, it’s so muscular!” Han Yunzhu covered her face, very excited, and was already touching it with her mind.
"Director Han, do you need me to remind you? Two hours ago, you were still making voice messages with your dear boyfriend."
"Don't mention this dead dog, It has tarnished my true love for Ange." Han Yunzhu turned around and threw herself on the beanbag. "Let's make an appointment to have dinner with Ange tomorrow. He seems to live alone in the apartment upstairs."< br>
“It’s up to you.”
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The next morning, Han Yunzhu really made an appointment with Ange.
Ange is obviously familiar with this place. We had brunch together. Around 10 o'clock, we went to the buffet restaurant. Half a staple food. Meng Ying added two pieces of fried pork chops, a little salad, and mayonnaise here. It's much thicker and sweeter, and she didn't squeeze too much.
Half glass of juice.
Han Yunzhu looked at the dining table, "You two don't have much to eat, so it's a loss for us. I'll eat!"
She was going to pay back the price of the other two people. After all, she didn't have much food in her country, so this was her paradise!
Han Yunzhu took a huge dinner plate and began to sweep away.
The young man sitting in front of Meng Ying is Ange. He has very fair skin and is 26 years old. His pupils are a little gray-blue. "I have a Chinese name, Su Yi'an. You can call me by my Chinese name." . ”
Meng Ying knows that the other party can speak Chinese.
Because on the first day of his arrival, Ange introduced himself in the classroom and said that his grandmother was Chinese.
He lived in City B, China, for six years when he was a child.
Although Chinese is not very standard, there is no problem in daily communication and living alone in China. He even opened a Chinese Douyin account with about 500,000 fans. He will share some daily life.
Ange lives in a family of directors.
His grandfather is a well-known photographer. He has collaborated with Mr. Chris on many classic films and won two Cannes Best Cinematography Awards. His grandmother is a well-known actress. Both parents are engaged in related jobs. It can be said that he will be at the top of this industry from birth.
Meng Ying had no unnecessary contact with him.
But they were both in the same classroom to expand their network and experience opportunities. The two added WeChat. He asked Meng Ying to call him by his Chinese name and asked Meng Ying to teach her Chinese. Meng Ying smiled and looked at Han Yunzhu who was still sweeping away not far away. Food, "Your Chinese is very good, you don't need me to teach you."
"Meng Ying, do you have time on the weekend?"
Then Ange said, "My mother, she is Zhou held an art exhibition, and his mother said, let me take my friends there. I am the same age as you and Yunzhu, so you can just let me complete my mother's task."