Chapter 78 Childhood
Bai Shengyun popped out from somewhere, flashed to Luo Qinglin's side, and pushed Si Moyu's hand away.
"You sissy, you have no shame in touching other people's wives!" Bai Shengyun cursed with his eyes wide open.
When Si Moyu heard this, he got angry and rubbed his red hands and cursed back: "Who are you calling a sissy? Your studio is going to close down, you poor ugly bastard, don't be so arrogant in front of me."
"Bullshit! If I'm a poor guy, you're just a beggar at best. How dare you come and bother someone else's wife? Do you have any shame?"
"Do you have any shame? You still want to make Miss Qin a lesbian. If you do, you will be struck by lightning. The lightning that will strike you is on the way, so be careful!"
"Qin Xiaoxi is a straight ass girl, she's bi!"
"I like the beautiful Xiao Ruxuan. You, an ugly thing, have no chance!"
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The two of them couldn't stop arguing, and the more they argued, the more excited they became. They completely lacked the manners that public figures should have.
Not only did domestic reporters have an expression of watching the fun and gathered around them to take pictures, but even foreign reporters were attracted by the commotion and gathered around to watch the show.
Luo Qinglin was caught in the middle and waited patiently for a while, but the verbal battle continued to intensify. He took the opportunity while the two were arguing to sneak into the Grand Palace.
The hall had been decorated long ago, with a long T-stage in the center, sprinkled with tiny diamonds, sparkling.
There were already quite a few people sitting in the auditorium on both sides, and Luo Qinglin was sitting in the middle of the right side.
There were not many celebrities around, most of them were staff from the fashion media, writing in their notebooks.
This familiar working atmosphere made Luo Qinglin feel at ease. He also took out a small Hasselblad camera from his coat pocket and adjusted the parameters in his hand.
Raising the camera, Luo Qinglin wanted to take a few pictures of the empty show venue, but suddenly a strange man's face appeared in the lens, and his eyes looked at him through the lens.
"Luo Qinglin?" the strange man asked tentatively.
Luo Qinglin put down the camera and looked up.
This was a man dressed casually, all in light-colored cotton clothes. He didn't look like he was here to watch a show, but rather to stroll around and take a rest.
The man had soft hair draped across his forehead, fair skin and a cool temperament, a high nose and thin lips, light dark circles under his eyes, and a pair of black-framed glasses on his nose, giving people a contradictory feeling of being easy to get along with yet cold.
"Hello, who are you?" Luo Qinglin immediately stood up and asked.
The man yawned silently, sat down next to Luo Qinglin, and crossed his legs lazily, "Han Yin, the design director of La Pluie, your boyfriend's subordinate."
"Hello, I'm Luo Qinglin." Luo Yuxi said. Qinglin also introduced himself.
"I know your name is Luo Qinglin," Han Yu frowned and pointed at his seat, "Sit down, why are you standing? Are you nervous?"
"Okay, thank you." Luo Qinglin sat back in his seat gently.
More and more people entered the venue. Luo Qinglin looked straight ahead, feeling nervous and struggling with whether or not to talk to Han Yu.
"The promotional photos you took for La Pluie this time are very good." Han Yin took the initiative to speak.
"Thanks."
“Both models performed well.”
"Yes."
"Happy cooperation next time."
"OK."
After a few awkward conversations, Han Mi, as if defeated by his silence, also fell silent and stared at the show with him.
After all, he is Jiang Yanyu's subordinate, and the atmosphere cannot be allowed to continue to be awkward!
Luo Qinglin exhaled lightly and asked, "How did you and Jiang Yanyu know each other?"
Han Yu scratched his head, recalled for a while, and answered: "When he was a child, I was his neighbor. He often ran to my house to eat when he was hungry in the middle of the night."
As he was talking, Han Yu took out his cell phone, switched to his mother's circle of friends, clicked on a photo and handed it to Luo Qinglin.
"Look, this is what he looked like when he was a child." Han Yu said.
There are three children in the photo who are about eleven or twelve years old. Jiang Yanyu is the tallest. He has a sullen face and gloomy eyes. He is a cool kid who doesn’t like to laugh. The other two children are laughing heartily and are very happy.
There is a road sign in Traditional Chinese in the background, and the surrounding vehicles all have two license plates, yellow and black, which are obviously dual-license plates for Hong Kong Island and South Guangdong.
Then this photo should have been taken when Jiang Yanyu lived in the Jiang family, Luo Qinglin thought to himself.
Seeing Luo Qinglin staring at the photo without moving his eyes, Han Yu tentatively said, "Why don't we add WeChat and I'll send you the photo?"
"Is this...troublesome?" Luo Qinglin asked in surprise.
"It's okay. I'll ask my mother to send a few more photos over and send them to you at the same time." Han Yu waved his hand and said.
When Han Yu waved, Luo Qinglin realized that he was wearing a ring on the ring finger of his right hand. The ring was very simple, not one of those decorative rings with a strong sense of design.
When adding a friend, Luo Qinglin asked tentatively: "Are you married?"
"Not yet, but it will be soon. I think we will get married next year."
After adding the friend, Han Yu held up the chat background to show Luo Qinglin, and asked with a smile and a boastful tone: "My girlfriend, is she pretty?"
The girl in the background has black hair and black eyes, and looks very familiar. Luo Qinglin couldn't remember who it was, so he nodded and replied, "Beautiful, she suits you very well."
"Don't say 'you'. I'm not that particular. Just say 'you'." Han Yu said while sending the photo.
Han Yu sent several photos, all of which were pictures of him and Jiang Yanyu when they were children. In every photo, Jiang Yanyu had a gloomy face, looking bitter and resentful.
"You can take him out separately and photoshop it into a solo photo. I don't mind." Han Yi said indifferently.
"That's true...it's not necessary." Luo Qinglin saved all the photos and moved them into a private album named "Cubs".
Suddenly, all the lights in the venue dimmed, leaving only one beam of light shining on the entrance. Luo Qinglin stopped talking, smiled at Han Yin, then turned around and watched the show carefully.
The cello slowly played a fugue, and the first model, wearing a light long dress with ruffles and a small hat on her head, slowly walked out of the light.
Today's women's couture show was very different from yesterday's.
If yesterday's skirt was full of vitality, like a lively girl, then today's skirt is an elegant woman, hiding a deep cultural heritage.
Luo Qinglin picked up the camera and took pictures of every model that appeared.
While taking pictures, Luo Qinglin remembered his Weibo which he had not updated for a long time, and decided to upload the photos to S-Island's account as soon as he returned to the hotel.
In this way, only his own simple "human world" can finally be integrated into the glamour of Jiang Yanyu's world.
Thinking of this, Luo Qinglin unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and hid his face behind the camera to prevent others from discovering his secret happy thoughts.
Although Jiang Yanyu was not with him, Luo Qinglin was inexplicably in high spirits.
The whole show lasted no more than twenty minutes. As the cello fugue came to an end, the last model left the stage, the spotlights on the catwalk faded, and the lights in the auditorium gradually lit up.
The design director walked to the front of the stage and bowed to the audience on both sides to express his gratitude. Everyone stood up and applauded.
"Which show are you going to later?" Han Yu yawned again and asked in a vague voice.
"Sirène." Luo Qinglin replied.
"You speak French?"
"No, I only learned the phonetic symbols."
"That's pretty standard," Han Yu shrugged and said, "Jiang Zi called me several times to urge me to come. I thought you couldn't speak it and needed me to translate."
"Did Jiang Yanyu ask you to come?" Luo Qinglin asked.
"He was afraid that you would be scared alone, so he asked me to come and watch over you. But I saw that you were not nervous at all and seemed quite comfortable."
Han Yu scratched his hair, smiled awkwardly, and asked, "I didn't sleep yesterday, and I'm a little sleepy. Can I go to your car to rest for a while?"
Luo Qinglin wanted to let Han Ming get in the car, after all, he was Jiang Yanyu’s childhood friend.
But he was afraid of being photographed, because then netizens would not only scold him and Jiang Yanyu, but also Han Mi.
Seeing that Luo Qinglin didn't reply and looked a little embarrassed, Han Yu said, "I hitchhiked here from the countryside yesterday. If I want to go to the Sirène show later, I can only walk there."
"You live in the...countryside of France?"
Han Yu nodded and said, "I have been living in Ji□□ for the past few months looking for inspiration. If Jiang Zai hadn't asked me to come here, I would still be applying fertilizer on the farm."
During just a few words, Han Mi yawned several times. He was very sleepy and tired.
Luo Qinglin thought for a moment and replied, "Then let me go out and drive the car to the back of the Grand Palace. You can get in the car at the back."
"OK."
After the show, most of the guests in the show were chatting with others.
Luo Qinglin sent a message to the driver, and while no one was paying attention, he sneaked to the get-off location and prepared to get on the bus.
However, before the door was closed, a hand reached into the car and pulled the door.
Luo Qinglin looked up and saw Si Moyu staring with his eyes wide open, like a ghost in a horror movie, grabbing the car door and pulling it out, while Bai Shengyun grabbed Si Moyu's collar and pulled him back.
In order to prevent Si Moyu from entering, Luo Qinglin desperately grabbed the car door and tried to close it.
"Can you two be a little more normal?" Luo Qinglin shouted with a frown, using both hands to exert force.
"Don't bully your friend's wife!" Bai Shengyun shouted suddenly as if he was shouting a slogan, then changed the direction of his force and pushed Si Moyu to the ground.
When Si Moyu landed, Bai Shengyun turned around, slipped into the car swiftly, and quickly locked the door, putting an end to this farce.
"Driver, drive!" Bai Shengyun shouted breathlessly.
"Mr. Luo?" Alex asked hesitantly, seeking advice.
"It's okay, let's go around to the back of the Grand Palace. I want to pick up a friend." Luo Qinglin said.
"Friend?" Bai Shengyun hummed in confusion, narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you cheating on Jiang Yanyu?"
Luo Qinglin didn't reply. He felt annoyed whenever he saw Bai Shengyun. He just stared out the window in silence.
The atmosphere in the car was not good. Bai Shengyun looked at the back of Luo Qinglin's head, secretly embarrassed for a while, and finally said: "I'm sorry for that day, I was drunk and crazy."
"Oh." Luo Qinglin replied coldly.
"I have no contact with Qu Man anymore. It was Xiao Ruxuan who lied to me that this trick would work, so I did something stupid."
"I've never called anyone a sissy, I only called Si Moyu that. He's so annoying, I was lucky enough to not hit him."
After listening to Bai Shengyun's explanation, Luo Qinglin supported his face with one hand, snorted coldly, and asked with squinting eyes: "You want to get Xiaoxi's whereabouts from me?"
"This...well, of course not!" Bai Shengyun stuttered and denied.
Luo Qinglin ignored him and looked out the window quietly. Han Yu was already standing by the roadside, waving at the car.
"Stop the car." Luo Qinglin said.
"Huh?" Bai Shengyun followed his sight and took a closer look, then asked in surprise, "Why is this kid Han Yin here?!"
The author has something to say:
Luo Qinglin: You were so cute when you were a child (looking at the photo with your chin in your hand)
Jiang Yanyu: Am I not cute now? (Akick to hips)
Luo Qinglin: Cute, cute (perfunctory)
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