This evening's drama was very sincere, and the lines of several actors were really good. After leaving the theater, He Peiyuan still thought about it and sighed, it is the charm of language that is more direct. She also regrets that the art form of domestic musicals is in the downturn.

It can barely be called a high-quality work, but in retrospect...it's just a model play.

Yang Jingxing suggested: "You can think about it together when you have nothing to do. If you are free, you should be free."

He Peiyuan said that her friends have occasionally fantasized about it, but they all know how difficult it is, so they just treat it as a joke. He Peiyuan also blamed her boyfriend: "It's because of you that we can't achieve high or low levels."

Yang Jingxing was shameless: "With me, how can it be that you are neither high nor low? Seriously, please think about it."

He Peiyuan had no idea at all: "How to conceive?"

Yang Jingxing thought: "You have read so many movies and so many books, and your vision is much higher than mine. Of course you have standards and ideas."

He Peiyuan was disdainful: "You are called taller if you are taller than you?"

Yang Jingxing advised: "You should focus your energy on attacking and satirizing me on your creation."

He Peiyuan hummed: "Nono would be able to create without you."

Yang Jingxing let out a long sigh: "Blame me, blame me, for delaying Yuanyuan's talent."

"You just know." He Peiyuan was proud, and then discussed it seriously: "Watching and creating are two different things. Then the music critics have become composers."

Yang Jingxing thought: "The composer must be able to do music criticism, which means that Yuanyuan has met the basic requirements. How will you know if you don't practice it? It would be great for us to collaborate, you write the story and I write the music."

He Peiyuan smiled aggrievedly: "They will laugh at me."

Yang Jingxing couldn't figure it out: "What's so funny?"

He Peiyuan seemed to have difficulty explaining: "Others will think... you are just playing with me and coaxing me."

"So what?" Yang Jingxing said confidently: "Isn't it a matter of course? Besides, I, Yuanyuan, must have two skills when it comes to seriousness."

"You lied to me."

"What am I trying to do? To lie to my girlfriend is to lie to myself?"

He Peiyuan guessed: "You want... to find something to occupy me so that I don't bother you."

Yang Jingxing sighed: "Just say your intelligence is useless..."

The two discussed the possibility. Yang Jingxing said that there was no need to refer to "Phantom of the Opera" or "Cats". "Liu Sanjie" was the best example. Even if you use the current film industry standards to watch this half-century film

The previous film is also very good. First of all, it is a comedy...

In the long queue of cars flanked by neon lights on both sides of the road, Yang Jingxing and He Peiyuan were singing duets. However, Yang Jingxing was playing the role of one of those stinky scholars who were defeated miserably by Sister Liu. He Peiyuan was already able to improvise lyrics: "Yang Jingxing, you are just an ugly person."

Hey...you still dare to claim to be a genius, hey, hey, hey."

"Could it be that she is Liu Yuanyuan?" Yang Jingxing smiled as he played the role of a triangle: "Exactly! This handsome girl is a bit smart, let me play with her. She is very beautiful. She is also my girlfriend. Look how arrogant you are.

When...after touching your buttocks, touch your thighs."

He Peiyuan was shocked, but still insisted on art: "You stinking gangster..."

Yang Jingxing really had to send his girlfriend home early today, and He Peiyuan had to get to work at seven o'clock at the latest tomorrow morning, and tomorrow would be very hard.

He Peiyuan wanted to praise her boyfriend for being so self-conscious and went to eat charcoal-grilled beef tongue. But when she came back, Yang Jingxing had to spend time with his parents, and he just happened to be practicing driving: "... I can only wait until Monday and see how things go."

Yang Jingxing was still unwilling to give in: "Would my father think too much about it? If I see my mother, I won't see him."

He Peiyuan was embarrassed: "Then what do you think we should do?"

Yang Jingxing still thought: "Let's have a meal. My father is better than my mother. My mother sometimes talks carelessly, but my father doesn't. Just don't tell your mother. It's not a big issue of principle."

He Peiyuan hesitated and finally agreed, so let's go on Sunday and spend Saturday night with her parents. It had been a long time since she had a good meal at home.

Of course Yang Jingxing supports it, so we can only meet again on Sunday: "...I'll take you to practice driving."

He Peiyuan observed her boyfriend and became suspicious: "Were you angry yesterday?"

Yang Jingxing was confused: "Why are you angry?"

He Peiyuan asked more clearly: "Are you tired of just using your hands?"

"No." Yang Jingxing said quickly: "...You can't be too comfortable without being too restrained. The key is that you have to get up so early tomorrow and spend the whole day. It's too selfish of me to think about such a thing."

He Peiyuan smiled: "Really?"

To continue: "That's why I picked you up on Sunday morning."

"You stinking scoundrel, I know you have no good intentions..."

After three days of separation, He Peiyuan sympathized with her boyfriend so much. She kissed, hugged, hugged, kissed, kissed, talked, and talked. Before going home, she would always look back for fear that Yang Jingxing would not be able to think about it. She also gave various instructions on the phone before going to bed.

However, it didn't last three days. At six o'clock on Friday morning, Yang Jingxing called his girlfriend again: "I'm leaving, so hurry up."

He Peiyuan didn't understand: "What?"

"Pick up my girlfriend."

"Ah..." He Peiyuan still didn't seem to wake up, and her reaction time was a bit long: "I just called Wang Rui!"

Yang Jingxing acted responsibly: "I'll tell her."

"No, no..." He Peiyuan was simply panicked, but decisive: "Forget it, I don't want you to pick it up!"

Yang Jingxing was amused: "It doesn't matter, I just told her... you forgot something here."

He Peiyuan asked: "I went to your house!?"

"What's wrong?" But Yang Jingxing still changed his excuse: "Just say that I just got off work. That's reasonable, right?"

He Peiyuan hesitated: "It's a bit fake...forget it, I'll tell her. My mother will cook noodles for me."

Yang Jingxing replied: "Eat enough."

He Peiyuan said politely: "Do you want it?"

Yang Jingxing was also polite: "Don't bother, I'll eat later, otherwise I'll get hungry quickly."

At a quarter past six, Yang Jingxing went downstairs to his girlfriend's house. He Weidong, who was wearing pajamas on the balcony above, seemed to be waiting: "402, come up."

Yang Jingxing asked: "Is Yuanyuan okay?"

He Weidong waved: "Come up, come up." He looked too lazy to talk.

Yang Jingxing quickly went upstairs. When he arrived at the door of He's house, He Weidong opened the door. Both of them were polite. Yang Jingxing explained: "Hurry up."

"A few more bites left." He Weidong turned around and waved: "Come in."

The house is quite small. From the outside, it is estimated to be only seventy or eighty square meters. The living room and dining room of the He family are only less than thirty square meters. However, the decoration is more exquisite and different from the ones in the old photos. The house is well tidied up.

It's also very neat, with mass-produced oil paintings hanging on it, and the cabinet air conditioners and refrigerators look a bit dated.

He Peiyuan was sitting at the dining table eating noodles. She seemed to have tidied up. She glanced at her boyfriend and said, "Wait a minute."

Yang Jingxing said: "Scallion oil noodles, you can smell the fragrance."

He Weidong regretted: "It's too late now. Come and eat next time. Sit down and have some milk and yogurt? I'll lend it to you."

He Peiyuan is really unfilial: "I won't borrow it!"

"I'll give you two back." He Weidong opened the refrigerator and handed over the order for Yang Jingxing to choose.

Yang Jingxing was no longer polite. He took the milk and lifted the small suitcase placed beside the dining table: "Is everything ready?"

He Peiyuan ate the noodles and nodded.

Neatly dressed, Mother He came out of the kitchen and placed a plate with fried eggs in front of her daughter: "Xiao Yang, can I cook you a bowl?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head and smiled: "It's too late, I'll eat it slowly next time I have the chance."

Mother He looked out the window: "So early."

He Weidong invited: "Sit down... This is Yuanyuan's room." The door is closed.

Yang Jingxing nodded and sat down at the dining table, facing He Weidong: "I see that many people on the first floor have an extra yard. It's good to build a sunroom."

He Weidong didn't care: "When I chose the house, I didn't expect that it was actually built illegally. The urban management didn't dare to come in, and the power supply bureau couldn't do anything to us!"

"Hurry up." Mother He urged her daughter: "Let Xiao Yang wait."

Yang Jingxing laughed: "I asked for it. She didn't allow me to come."

He Peiyuan looked unhappy, while He's mother smiled: "There are no more fruits at home."

Yang Jingxing: "Yuanyuan doesn't like eating fruits very much either."

Mother He was beaming: "Snacks!"

"I have developed this habit since I was a child." He Weidong did not blame himself: "But we paid more attention to it. Our teeth are not broken and we are growing taller."

Yang Jingxing was talkative: "Looking at the height of uncle and aunt, Yuanyuan can actually be a little taller."

He Peiyuan was even more unhappy: "I want you to take care of it?"

Yang Jingxing was innocent: "That's all."

He Peiyuan seemed angry: "I won't eat."

Yang Jingxing was not in a hurry: "Have finished eating."

"It's finished!" Before the fried eggs were touched, He Peiyuan pushed the plate: "Here you go, I can't eat it."
To be continued...