Spoiled

Han Yun found that the people and cars on the street were not moving, and he was frozen for a second. He looked around with a bit of confusion. Then, he raised his hand and held Fu Yuan's shoulder half drunk, and took a mouthful Jiu Qi came: "Mysterious ... Are you changing the fairy?"

"Xiao Jiu is drunk." Fu Yuan stared at him closely.

Han Yun shook his head and retorted firmly, "I'm not drunk."

He was sober-headed that he didn't know he was drunk, and one of them was like this. He looked at the people who were still, and doubted himself a little bit again: "Is it really me drunk? Is it because I am drunk, so I am dazzled?"

He shook his head and laughed drunkly: "Next time I say nothing to drink and never drink again ..." After that, he held Fu Yuan and gave up, and a furry head was on him My chest arched a few times, "I'm drunk, Master Fu, you take me home ..."

"Okay, go home." So Fu Yuan put a hand on his eyelids, then squeezed him tightly into his arms and turned around.

Han Yun felt dizzy, and he only made one turn, but there was a kind of dizziness like a roller coaster.

He opened his eyes again, looked up, and found that he had returned home! Apparently the moment he was still outside that hotel, he almost made a big news!

Han Yun took a closer look and found that this was really the yard of his house. The sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard was fragrant, with flowers and grasses and trees, all of the taste of midsummer. Under the eaves were a number of yellow lanterns, and a thin light leaked from the window sills, reflecting on the mid-mountain night at night, a layer of night mist drifted on the ground.

He whispered puzzledly, some standing on Fu Yuan's shoulder unsteadily, raising his hand and beating his own head, and Fu Yuan grabbed his wrist again.

Han Yun said indistinctly: "Are we ... going home so soon?"

His drunken eyes, with water in his eyes, lively and fragrant, darkened Fu Yuan's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Well, go home."

Han Yun stomped his feet, held his head with a smile, and stared at him quietly with wet eyes: "You are the most beautiful and beautiful fairy I have ever seen."

Fu Yuan looked back at him in the faint smell of alcohol: "Oh? Your majesty have seen some fairies?"

"Never, so you are the only one." Han Yun blew his nose. "But even if there are fairies, I'm definitely not as good as you in my heart." He stared at Fu Yuan's face without blinking. Zhang Zhang's face was really beautiful, and Han Yun stroked his face insultingly, saying, "Well, you look so good."

As he spoke, warm wine rushed towards him, and Fu Yuan stared at him for half a second, unable to hold back anymore.

He stooped to hold Han Yun and strode towards the gate of the palace, which was modeled after Weiyang Palace thousands of years ago.

When Han Yun was thrown on the bed, he was still confused: "Oh, I have to repair it again? I do n’t do it, I do n’t do it, my **** hurts ...”

Fu Yuan reached out to unfasten his belt, and his eyes were full of smiles: "How much did Xiao Ji eat today? How much fat?"

Han Yun was like frosted eggplant. The whole man was scratching his head. A drunk face of Hongtongtong: "I didn't eat much ..."

Fu Yuan: "Does your **** hurt?"

Han Yun shook his head and nodded again, and Fu Yuan rubbed him a few times, tearing him out.

A few seconds after they disappeared, the crowd watching the photo was dazed and found that they were holding a mobile phone, and they didn't know what they were taking. Zhao Lu found himself sitting on the ground, he stood a little dizzy and stood up. The lack of feeling: "Well? What about Han Yun? He ... he was here just now, when did he leave?"

At the same time, Zheng Zhiwen also came out from the inside. When he saw Zhao Lu, he asked, "Mr. Zhao, have you seen President Zhai?"

When he mentioned President Zhai, Zhao Lu was immediately impressed: "He seems to ... left by car?"

"Gone?" Zheng Zhiwen raised his voice, his expression was not very good-looking.

"His car is broken and he has to repair it." Zhao Lu didn't understand why he said this, as if there was only a voice to remind him. After that, he felt comfortable immediately, as if he had completed the task. Farewell to Zheng Zhiwen: "Goodbye recording."

Han Yun said that he no longer played the piano in front of him, but Zheng Zhiwen was relieved. Artists on the show are like this. If some of the artists on the show are better and more attractive than themselves, no one wants to.

Before recording the show, he got an internal ticket and gave Fu Yuan the best position. The other tickets were issued to a few friends who could speak. As his assistant, Mengmeng can stand in the best position to watch. In addition, he also gave a ticket to Xiao Sta, and gave Koenigsegg the young man who met at the Super Running Club. Mr Cheng has one ticket.

Xiao Cheng always loved these because of family reasons. His grandfather had the style of some ancient literati in his family, as did raising a child. He grew up with his ears and never fell down when he grew up. As soon as I heard that Han Yun was about to go on the show, it was still CCTV, and he immediately called for someone to call him.

He deliberately made the items that should be aided by the lantern. When he came in, all the aids were confiscated. It turns out that this show is different from other hilarious orthodox variety shows, and it is not allowed to carry a light plate.

Han Yun's early publicity was not in place. He only reposted a Weibo and left it alone. He signed a model company and did not buy marketing for him. There were not many fans who came to support him.

One was because he was unsupported, the other was because he was not expressive, and the other three guests were talking during the guest review stage. He was quiet and had few shots.

Moreover, Zheng Zhiwen expressed too much desire. During the "Jianbao" session, one person brought the ancient pipa to the venue for expert identification and was told that it was a modern thing. Zheng Zhiwen stood up and said, "Specially, I know we recorded this today On the show, I made a special trip back to my hometown and brought something. "

His assistant took a box and Zheng Zhiwen completely broke the recording of the show, but the director didn't say anything and asked the camera to shoot him. Zheng Zhiwen opened the box he had brought, and took a pipa from it with great care: "It is an object left by the elderly in the family. It has been preserved for many years and is particularly well preserved. It is also difficult to see these experts in ordinary times. So this time I brought it to the experts for identification. "

Han Yun sat closest to him. He didn't know much about these antiques, but at a glance, he knew that Zheng Zhiwen's pipa was currency.

Zheng Zhiwen said: "The elderly said that it was something from the Qing Dynasty."

The items identified by the experts on the stage today are actually the correct stage books in advance. What is real and what is fake, they knew from the beginning, but they acted on the stage.

Now suddenly there is an antique from the Qing dynasty, and the experts sat upright and straightened up, "Hurry up, let us take a look."

Zheng Zhiwen stood up and hugged the pipa personally. Several experts held a magnifying glass while others wore gloves, repeatedly looking at details, touching the surface, and studying various features.

After a few minutes, the experts came to the conclusion, "We speculate that this should be the end of the Qing Dynasty."

"Wow……"

There was an uproar at the scene.

"It's really antique!"

"It's worth the money!"

Every time the real product appeared, the guests sitting on the side would gather around to post a comment.

Teacher Annan walked over, staring at Pipa and said, "This is so bright, can I touch it?"

Zheng Zhiwen said generously: "Touch it, feel it."

"Then I touched it ..." She put on the gloves provided by the show crew and touched it with special care.

Han Yun also walked around in a hurry, bending over and looking at his eyes, feeling that the pipa is old and the workmanship is too ordinary. He was absent-minded, and even looked down at the stage, just looking at Fu Yuan and smiling.

He did not propose that he wanted to touch it to earn a shot. He stood there like a spectator, and the directors were shaking his head: "He can't, Han Yun really can't, there is no sense of variety. Sure enough, not acting People in the circle ... "

"I don't know how Zhao Lu picked people, how did he pick him?"

At this time, the expert said: "It's a pity that you got a new string, right? The old strings of the past must not be saved now, and the condition is still intact, it is a top quality." The expert continued, "If you put it up for auction, you can sell it for half a million dollars. If your strings are not new, it can be even higher."

"It's not for the elderly," Zheng Zhiwen sighed. "I used to be small and irrational. When I saw the strings broke, I took the strings and practiced at home ... If I knew it was such an antique, I'm definitely not going to mess it up. "

Hearing that he played antiques, the audience booed: "It's too rich."

The host immediately embraced: "Oh? We still talk about Pipa?"

Zheng Zhiwen smiled: "Slightly understand one or two."

At this time, suddenly one of the four experts noticed the jade pendant on Han Yun's waist, and then he stunned in surprise.

But Han Yun has already sat back because Zheng Zhiwen is about to start his performance.

To be honest, Zheng Zhiwen's pipa was still pretty good. The layman sounded awesome. He finished the performance, and the applause was loudly applauded.

The host was about to enter the next link, but was suddenly stopped by a Jian Bao expert from the Palace Museum.

This expert specializes in the research and identification of various types of jade, ivory, and porcelain.

The host unexpectedly said, "What happened to Teacher Qiu?"

The teacher Qiu said, "I have a question. I want to ask the guest Han Yun."

Han Yun is wandering. He is participating in the show for the first time. After sitting for a day, he has long been bored trying to doze off. After hearing the words, he turned his eyes and looked at the expert: "Me?"

The expert asked: "Mr. Han Yun, did I just see a jade pendant hanging on your waist?"

"Oh, what do you say?" Han Yun stood up and lowered his jade pendant, as if it were an insignificant gadget.

The cameraman and the lens immediately advanced, taking a close-up shot of his carved dragon jade with a high-definition lens.

On the big screen, his jade pendant also appeared. The jade is so deep that there are hundreds of tens of tens of pieces on the street and tens of thousands in the jewelry store. They all look similar, but ordinary people have only been exposed Hundreds of thousands of hundreds of thousands of jade.

Everyone discussed: "What jade is white?"

When the expert looked, his eyes immediately warmed up and said, "I don't know if you can lend it to us? I just glanced at it just now, but your jade pendant's shape and carvings are especially like emperor-grade sheep fat white jade."

Han Yun smiled, sent Yu Pei over, and patted the table, making the experts' hearts shake.