China entertainment good man biography

Chapter 36 ‘Diversity in Art’

Author: Death-seeking Dürrenmatt

Chapter 36 ‘Diversity in Art’

Li Suan is like a drug. There are always surprises when you get close to it, and it is fun to get along with it. You may become addicted after a long time, but to be specific, it will hurt your body, mind, and kidneys.

This is Yang Mi's third day in Shanghai. Her body functions are running normally, her diet and daily life have returned to good, there are no major emotional ups and downs, and her tear gland function is basically complete. For example, when she woke up this morning, she didn't shed tears when she yawned.

This is simply a staged victory in quitting Li Suan, and it is worth a big meal.

I left the hotel with a happy mind and body. September in Shanghai is very different from that in Yanjing. Not only is it not so dry that my skin dares not breathe, but the breeze blowing is softer. Yang Mi enjoys the eight or nine o'clock sunshine in the morning.

When she was about to return to the hotel and be inspected by Director Guo, she suddenly saw a Tibetan man.

No, this man has a plaster on his left arm. If his head is bandaged and his Tibetan clothes are changed into ordinary casual clothes... wouldn't this be Li Suan?

She saw Li Suan walking towards her, holding a hada in his hand as a symbol of welcome, and smiled like a fool!

"Tashi Delek!"

The two idiots walked towards him and even greeted him loudly. Yang Mi immediately put on his hood and took two big steps back.

"wait!"

Li Suan stood still: "What's wrong, partner? Is there anything wrong, partner?"

"Why did you come?"

"I'm back from XZ."

"You went to XZ...for two days?"

Li Suan said: "Two days are enough. I go by plane, get off the plane and book a helicopter. I fly around the Potala Palace the next day. I fly to the Magic City that night and I have a good sleep."

"Can XZ fly a helicopter?"

"Yes, you don't know."

Li Suan's face was sincere. It made Yang Mi doubt herself. She really didn't know anyway.

Li Suan continued: "I asked someone to help me put this hada on my hands. If you don't let me put it on for you, please help me take it off. My arm is not healed yet.

It really hurts."

Yang Mi really regretted knowing this lunatic. She tentatively stepped forward to pick up Li Suan's hada, but she didn't expect that Li Suan directly hugged her with his right hand and touched her back!

"Get up!"

Yang Mi pushed violently, "What are you doing?"

Li Suan shamelessly said: "I express my sincere longing. You don't know how enthusiastic Tibetan brothers are. When you see me, you call me brother. With a knife in one hand and a local product in the other, I asked you if you want to enjoy the traditional Tibetan hospitality. Enjoy,

Eight hundred and one, if you don’t enjoy it, the white knife goes in and the red knife comes out.”

Yang Mi was frightened by this well-founded and detailed statement.

"Isn't this forced buying and selling?"

It seems that Li Shuan finally couldn't bear to slander the Tibetan brothers anymore and told Yang Mi the truth. He found a man who sold Tibetan specialties, hung out with him for two days, got a Tibetan outfit, and hurried to the Magic City.

...picking up girls.

Without saying a word, Yang Mi turned around and left. When he left, he took off the khata from his neck. He thought it was not good to litter, so he threw it directly to Li Suan.

Li Suan picked it up, looked at Yang Mi's back, put a smile on his lips, and chased after him again.

"Hey! Didn't you originally want to invite me over here? Why aren't you happy that I'm here?"

Yang Mi didn't reply a word, he just walked away.

Li Suan was holding the Nahada in his right hand, wearing this Tibetan costume that looked like performance art, and followed at a distance without saying anything.

At this time, men need to be a bit discerning. Performance art can be played, but the impact needs to be paid attention to. In Li Suan’s concept, if a man is not willing to be a fool when picking up a girl, it fully proves that you don’t have much interest in the girl.

like.

It doesn't matter if you make a fool of yourself once or twice. If you make a fool of yourself once or twice, you are a clown. If you make a fool of yourself three times or four times, you are a fool five times or six times. If you make a fool of yourself seven times or eight times, you are pitiful. When everyone says you are not easy anymore, then you are a lover.

If you are holy, it will be easier to fall in love.

Later people called this the right to choose a spouse first.

Of course, this set of performance art moves requires precise control of the girl's psychology. Whether Li Suan has this confidence, whether others have it or not, it has nothing to do with him.

Following Yang Mi back to the hotel, Li Suan followed from a distance until he spotted which elevator Yang Mi entered, and then he jogged to follow her.

It was early in the morning, and there weren't many people taking the elevator. Yang Mi felt that something needed to be said clearly.

"I……"

"You have a boyfriend and are getting married, so all male creatures must keep an appropriate distance from you, is there anything else?"

"You all know..."

"I understand the truth. Do you believe me when I say that I can't control you? I have been thinking about you these days since you left, and I haven't touched a single stroke of my book. In fact, before I met you, I always liked being alone.

, but after you appeared, I don’t know what happened..."

When Li Suan bombarded Yang Mi's ears with affectionate lines, the girl's innate sixth sense alerted her.

"You wrote this all in the book, right?"

Li Suan refused to give up: "I wrote my feelings for you into a book..."

"The words are very good. If I remember correctly, I read the book first and then found you, right?"

Li Shuan turned around with an affectionate expression: "You can choose not to accept it. This is a kind of freedom. But please don't slander me!"

Yang Mi was too lazy to talk nonsense. When the elevator reached the floor, she walked out of the elevator door, then blocked the elevator door and spoke concisely.

"You can't go to my room."

"Why?"

"You are a man."

"You can think of me as your best friend."

Yang Mi became stern: "Li Suan!"

"Understood. I'll go to the lobby and wait for your agent to come and arrange a room for me."

"Wait a minute, we need to have a good talk, at least three chapters."

"Okay ma'am, I understand, ma'am, listen to your partner. This is my answer. Tell me the three chapters of your agreement via text message. I'll leave first."

Li Suan closed the elevator door, and Yang Mi felt even more annoyed.

Who did you sign with?

Li Suan wore Tibetan clothes and sat carelessly in the lobby. The waiter brought his luggage in. He gave him a tip, took out the rotating drum and scriptures from the luggage, and then...rotated the drum and chanted sutras in a grand manner.

When Yang Mi's manager came over, the lobby was full of people pointing fingers at Li Shuan. Because of his head injury, Li Shuan deliberately cut his hair as short as a monk's. Although the bandage was removed from his head, he still had a very short haircut.

The bald area caused by the injury was extremely obvious.

His look is so performance art, but he is not afraid of embarrassment. When the agent opens the room, carries the luggage, and sees the guests through the door, he is still spinning the drum and chanting sutras.

It can be said that I just fell in love and worshiped all the way to XZ.

After entering the room, Li Suan unpacked his luggage one by one and placed the fake Buddha statues he bought in Yanjing one by one in the room, making it seem like he wanted to follow my Buddha?

But is it possible?

Standing in front of the window, Li Suan looked at the scenery of the magical city outside the window.

He staged this farce just to verify his art...the art of black and white.

He came here for director Guo Jingming.

(End of chapter)