Chapter 91 The definition of heartbeat (please read)
Walk straight forward along the Champs Elysées.
Inside a hotel with a similar color to the hotels on the left and right, but decorated with blue parasols.
Carrying a bottle of red wine and stumbling a little while walking, Bill Nye was chattering incessantly while inhaling the richness brought by tobacco.
That damn inspiration kept his mind in a state of excitement.
But after spending a day, he couldn't sort out a timeline that satisfied him.
A4 sheets of paper filled with text were scattered on the ground. Some were wrinkled and crumpled, some were bunched up, and some were stained with red wine and stuck to the carpet.
Anna Wintour, wearing a bathrobe, flushed with excitement, squinted at the chandelier on the pure white ceiling...
"Dear Bill, I’m thinking of someone to ask for help.”
“Who?”
"That guy Darren shouldn't have anything to do now. He seems to have left his schedule to Natalie Portman."
"Can he come?"
"Don't ask How do you know? Anyway, we are just filming and having fun. Let’s treat him as a vacation. I’ll call him and ask him.”
“…”
The call will be answered soon. Pass, as Bill Nighy expected, although their idea was good, it didn't have much appeal to Darren Aronofsky. Although the other party did not refuse outright, he admitted that he did not have time to come to Paris now.
However, he recommended an assistant from his original studio to come over and help sort it out first.
"Damien Chazelle?"
After hanging up the phone, Anna told Bill the matter, and the other party's reaction was the same as her first reaction when she heard the name.
Who is this guy?
Anna shrugged, "I haven't heard of it either, but I heard from Darren that he is preparing for his debut movie and is still writing and directing. He is probably short of money now."
"Is this reliable?" Bill frowned.
“Only when I came here did I realize that I couldn’t possibly spend all my time in damn Paris.”
“Is it damnable?”
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Principal An was taking Jiang Qiong'er to visit his carefully decorated house, talking and laughing.
One floor downstairs, by the kitchen sink, Xiang Yang lowered his head and carefully scrubbed a glass vase. The water flowed from the faucet and hit his hands, giving it a biting cold feeling.
"Who are you giving your rose to?"
After the initial embarrassment, Liu Qianqian turned her nose up and stared at Xiang Yang angrily.
"I gave it to your father, do you believe it?" Xiang Yang, who was helping to pack the vases by the pool, felt that he had died unjustly...
In this era, the most basic relationship between people is Why is it so difficult to trust someone?
Is it because we're in damn Paris?
In order to save money, I had to suffer this kind of crime...
But when talking about Liu Qianqian's father, to be honest, Xiang Yang was a little surprised. He was a very gentle and calm person.
Also very easy-going.
Seeing that Xiang Yang had made a serious mistake, he put on an aggrieved look. Liu Qianqian's nose tightened, and after letting out a dissatisfied "hum", she pushed Xiang Yang's arm in disgust. Said: "You get out of my way, you stinky guy."
"I..." Upon hearing this, Xiang Yang quickly moved to his side to make room for her.
Looking at the paper packaging of the bouquet, Liu Qianqian pursed her lips, "It's still Hermès packaging."
"Uh...it's free." Xiang Yang smiled.
"Okay, you actually fooled my dad with free stuff."
Xiang Yang's expression suddenly changed. Although he didn't think about what to say, he still blurted out: "It's not free either. Yes, it’s a gift for my promotion. I don’t have time to prepare a suitable one today, so I just used it to make ends meet.”
"A gift for your promotion?" Liu Qianqian, who was still a little teasing, muttered. "Well, we moved the office today." Xiang Yang nodded, "I want to wait until you come back from Lyon to celebrate together."
Looking up at Xiang Yang silently, he noticed from the corner of his eye The shirt on his body was wet by splashing water drops. Just as Liu Qianqian was about to say something, the sound of her father and Jiang Qiong'er's footsteps coming down the wooden stairs was heard.
This made her look up at Xiang Yang with some embarrassment, with a hint of dodge in her eyes.
I was so angry that I forgot about it.
Without any preparation, her boyfriend met her father... She still vaguely remembered that when they met just now, Principal An's steady smile was always examining what the other party was carrying.
Two bottles of wine and tea... Those who didn't know better thought they were here...
"Today's doesn't count." She suddenly stepped forward and faced the sun with her slightly red neck raised. Said quietly.
"What doesn't count?" Xiang Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but smile, "Then you can't be angry."
Liu Qianqian shook her head first, and immediately Nod again.
The complex psychology was twisted together, making her brain a little confused at the moment, and she didn't know which account to settle first.
In short, she raised her hand and patted the guy who was still laughing, and decided to get through this hurdle first, and then settle the accounts one by one.
"Are the vases and flowers ready?"
Going downstairs, hearing the quietness of the sink in the kitchen, Principal An smiled and prepared to take Jiang Qiong'er to the backyard to see him. While planting flowers and plants, he asked.
"Dad, you'll be fine soon." Liu Qianqian's voice was awkward, "I'll just do it with Xiang Yang, and you and Aunt Jiang will take a look around."
After saying that, she gently pushed Xiang Yang, signaling him to do something quickly.
Unexpectedly, her father heard the words and said directly: "No hurry, no hurry, you two young people have a good chat. Since we are acquaintances, we should get closer and closer."
"Oh. "Liu Qianqian responded softly.
It seems that at the moment they just met, both Jiang Qiong'er, who was standing behind Xiangyang, and Principal An, who was behind her, both saw some clues... There are some things that a discerning person can see. , it is simply impossible to hide it.
Okay…
They thought Xiangyang and I were just ‘friends’.
When the door to the backyard was opened and closed, the tension of being late came over me.
After looking at each other and taking a breath, Liu Qianqian covered her chest and stuck out her playful tongue as if crossing a dangerous obstacle, "It scared me to death."
Her words fell. , stepped forward and hugged each other, wrapped his hands around Xiangyang's waist, and put his chin on his chest that rose and fell slightly with his breathing, "I didn't expect you to meet my family like this."
Xiang Yang nodded. Without saying anything, he smelled her breath, which was as tempting as a green apple.
Seeing his silence, Liu Qianqian put her ear against Xiang Yang's chest and said briskly: "Let me hear if you are afraid."
"Afraid." Xiang Yang admitted directly.
He met his parents without any psychological preparation. In fact, it was okay for him, after all, he had to meet him sooner or later. But he did not deny that he also felt panicked for a moment, just like when he saw Liu Qianqian angry just now.
Because I care.
“What are you afraid of?”
"I'm afraid you don't know how fast my heart beats when I see you."
Liu Qianqian giggled, ""I'm fast too, hehe~"
said , she suddenly let go of her arms around Xiang Yang, raised her head and stood on tiptoes in joy, her eyes flashing with joy, "I suddenly thought of a passage that could be used in the movie! "
"What words? "
"When the Tyndall effect appears, the light has a shape, and when you appear, my heart beats..."
"Is there a definition?"
"Hmm~"
(End of this chapter)