Chapter 33

Song Shu and the other two took the bus back home instead of taking the bus they took to kindergarten.

There were not many people on the bus at this time because everyone had gone home for the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion.

Speaking of the reunion dinner, they ate the lunch boxes that the head teacher had someone buy. While eating, Chen Zonghao gave her his chicken leg, which made her feel very full for a while.

This is their Mid-Autumn Festival dinner. Although it is not a feast, it does not feel shabby or simple as everyone around them is there.

The car drove into a night market street, only one stop away from home.

There were all kinds of night snack stalls on both sides of the night market street. Song Shu looked through the car window and couldn't help turning around and saying to Chen Zonghao: "Why don't we go downstairs and buy some barbecue ingredients to grill at home? But do we have a grill at home? But will it be troublesome..."

Song Shu said that it was troublesome to grill so late.

But Chen Zonghao stood up and called out, "Master, please stop the car."

Chen Zonghao held Jiahui in one hand and reached out to Song Shu with the other, "No trouble, let's go downstairs to buy some food."

Song Shu looked up at him. The man was standing with the light behind him and there was no light in the bus, so she couldn't see his face clearly, but the hand he stretched out in front of her was broad.

"Crunch" the sound of the bus brakes stopping.

Song Shu reached out and held his hand, then stood up with his strength, and said with a smile, "Okay."

The two got out of the car holding hands, and walked on the street without letting go of each other's hands. Chen Zonghao casually said, "There are many people at the night market, hold on tight."

Song Shu did not take her hand back, thinking that she was not a child and could not be lost so easily.

But the warmth from his palm made her feel at ease.

At this time, little Jiahui was so tired that she fell asleep on his shoulder. The three of them looked like any other ordinary family on the street.

Chen Zonghao took her directly to a barbecue restaurant which was full of people.

When I walked into the store, the boss was busy. I looked up and saw Chen Zonghao, who smiled cheerfully and said, "Brother Hao, come and eat barbecue. Is it the same as usual? Find a seat and sit down first."

Chen Zonghao said, "No, I plan to buy some barbecue ingredients from you."

"No problem. What do you want to eat, Hao? I'll prepare it for you." The boss agreed immediately. He turned his head and saw the pretty girl being held by Chen Zonghao. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this my sister-in-law? You're welcome to ask for what you want to eat. The barbecue ingredients here are the best. If you don't believe me, just ask Hao."

Song Shu smiled and agreed, "Okay, thank you for your help."

The boss shook his head and said, "It's no trouble. Just pick whatever you want to eat."

Chen Zonghao took her to the refrigerator and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Song Shu glanced at the ingredients. The meat looked fresh and the vegetables were tender. She said, "Bring some beef skewers, chicken wings, pork belly, corn..."

Chen Zonghao put the ingredients she mentioned into the basket one by one as she asked, "Do you want anything else?"

Song Shu shook her head, looked at him and said, "Get something you like to eat."

Chen Zonghao put some more food in and selected the ingredients. The boss didn't let Chen Zonghao pay at first, saying that this was just a treat for Hao Ge. It was not until Chen Zonghao said that he would not come next time if he continued like this that the boss stopped. However, he gave them various seasonings and half a small box of charcoal.

Song Shu held the small box of charcoal, and Chen Zonghao held the big bag of barbecue ingredients, and the two walked home.

Song Shu walked in and asked, "Are we grilling at the door of the store?"

Otherwise, she couldn't think of a place to barbecue. She just did it on a whim and now found that there seemed to be no place to barbecue at home. Burning coal in the house not only produces a lot of smoke, but also has the risk of carbon dioxide being released midway.

"No." Chen Zonghao walked beside her and could see the small vortex on her hair. "There is a rooftop on the roof of our building. There is a barbecue grill at home. We can have a barbecue on the rooftop."

Song Shu's eyes lit up when she heard this. This was really a great place for a barbecue. Their building had more than twenty floors, so they could also watch the moon from the top floor or overlook the night view of the Hong Kong River.

Song Shu thought with a happy expression on her face, "Then we can take the mooncakes up and put a fruit plate on them, and eat them while appreciating the moon. It would be wonderful..."

Chen Zonghao listened to her and agreed with her in a low voice, "Yes, as you said."

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After arriving home and putting Jiahui down, Chen Zonghao took the grill and ingredients to the rooftop first, and then came down to carry Jiahui upstairs. They were worried about leaving Jiahui sleeping alone in the room, so they decided to carry her up with them.

Fortunately, it is autumn now and the weather is cool, so it is not cold yet.

While Chen Zonghao was moving things upstairs, Song Shu washed some grapes, cut some oranges, apples, and grapefruits and put them on a plate. After looking at the fruit plate, Song Shu also added a few dried flowers that she usually used to make tea to decorate it.

After preparing the fruit plate, I took out the mooncake made by Liang Sao and opened it. The mooncakes made by Liang Sao are not as big as those on the market. They are small and not too big, so you won’t get sick of eating them.

There are three flavors of mooncakes: five-nut, snow skin, and lotus seed paste with egg yolk. Song Shu picked two of each and placed them on the plate.

After Chen Zonghao finished moving the things down, Song Shu saw him pick up Jiahui, took out a small quilt from the room and covered Jiahui with it, and said, "Cover her with this quilt. The temperature is just right."

Chen Zonghao looked down at her, "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Hmm." Song Shu took out a large bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and handed it to him, "You take the Coke, and I'll take the fruit plate and mooncakes."

Chen Zonghao took it, glanced at her, and said, "Do you want to put on a coat? It's windy on the rooftop."

Song Shu thought so too. She was only wearing a dress, so she went into the room and put on a loose suit. When she came out and saw that he was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, she said, "Do you want me to get you a coat?"

Chen Zonghao shook his head, "No need."

When Song Shu thought of his body temperature which was usually much higher than hers, she did not insist. She took the fruit plate, closed the door, and followed him out of the house.

The two turned a corner and walked into the corridor. When Song Shu thought she had to climb the stairs barefoot, Chen Zonghao took her to take the elevator. Although the elevator looked a bit shabby, it was usable.

But the elevator would occasionally make a creaking sound as it went up, which instantly reminded her of the terrifying elevators in horror movies she had watched before. If Chen Zonghao hadn't accompanied her, she would never have dared to sit there alone in the middle of the night.

Chen Zonghao saw with his peripheral vision that the woman beside him quietly moved closer to him. He turned Jiahui to another direction, and with this action he seemed to move closer to her inadvertently, and in an instant, the shoulders of the two people were vaguely touching.

Song Shu's arm touched his arm. The warmth from the man made her feel at ease, and the chill that had just been caused by her own random thoughts instantly disappeared.

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After a while the elevator arrived, but it stopped at the floor below the top floor, so they had to climb one more flight of stairs.

Song Shu followed Chen Zonghao out and went up the stairs. There was no light bulb in the stairwell and it was dark. Song Shu couldn't help but walk a few quick steps behind him, so close that he would bump into her if he turned around.

Chen Zonghao sensed the movement of the person behind him and said to her, "You go ahead."

Song Shu felt a little scared after she left. She nodded quickly after hearing what he said, "Then I'll go ahead."

The two of them walked up the stairs one after the other.

When I arrived at the rooftop, I saw a wire gate standing there. It was open and the iron chain used to lock the gate was rusty.

When Song Shu stepped through the door, the wind from the rooftop blew towards her, instantly making her hair fly up like a dance of demons.

Chen Zonghao placed Jiahui on a board made of several wooden boxes, put a few cardboard boxes under her, and covered her with a quilt.

I stood up and turned around to see Song Shu, whose hair was all messy due to the wind, blocking my view. She was holding two fruit plates and was moving cautiously without tidying them up.

Chen Zonghao walked over quickly, took the two fruit plates, and asked, "Did you bring a hair tie?"

"Ding ding, here I go." Song Shu took out a hair band from her suit pocket, reached out to pick up her hair, and quickly tied it into a high ponytail. She shook it, raised her head and said to him, "Look, it's done."

Chen Zonghao lowered his head, revealing the woman's fair little face. With her ponytail, she looked very youthful. Then he remembered that she was only in her twenties.

Song Shu reached out to take the fruit plate again, but Chen Zonghao leaned over and said, "I'll take it."

Song Shu withdrew her hand and followed him.

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The grill is placed in the middle of the roof, and there are some cardboard boxes and other waste piled on the right side of the roof.

Chen Zonghao bent down and put a few pieces of coal into the grill, then poured some fuel on it, lit some paper with a lighter and placed it on the charcoal, and when sparks started to form on the charcoal, he used a cardboard to fan it.

Song Shu was about to walk over to see if she needed any help, but the man seemed to have a pair of eyes on his back and said, "Don't come over. It's too smoky. I'll call you when I'm done."

Song Shu stopped and nodded obediently, "Oh."

After standing there for a while and seeing that he had managed to light the coal without any effort, he turned and walked towards Jiahui.

The little girl was sleeping soundly on the cardboard, her face still flushed from deep sleep. Song Shu reached out to tuck the quilt for her, looked at her for a while, then stood up and walked towards the railing.

Song Shu put her hands on the railing and looked at the night view of the Hong Kong River. Even though it was late, there were still many high-rise buildings brightly lit, reflecting the prosperity of the city.

Looking down, you can vaguely see the busy stalls on the street. Looking into the distance, there are ships whistling at work at night, supplying blood to the city like its lifeline.

Song Shu rested her chin on her hands, looking at the night view and feeling the evening breeze. She felt intoxicated and was about to indulge in this moment.

It was not until she heard Chen Zonghao's voice from behind that Song Shu came back to her senses. She patted her face to wake herself up, then walked over and sat on the chair opposite him.

Next to the grill are several wooden boxes put together, with ingredients and fruit plates placed on them.

Chen Zonghao had already taken a few skewers of meat, chicken wings and chicken legs and put them on the grill. The scarlet charcoal fire occasionally emitted a few sparks. Chen Zonghao looked up at her and said, "Stand back a little, don't let the sparks fly onto your clothes."

"Oh." Song Shu stepped back a little, hesitating whether to take action. The man seemed to know what she was thinking and glanced at her, "Just sit down."

Song Shu could only nod. She was not good at cooking, and she was not very good at preparing these foods.

I sat aside, holding my chin with my hands, watching him flip the skewers skillfully, with the aroma wafting out.

The two of them were grilling while one was watching the other. Even though they didn't communicate, the atmosphere wasn't awkward. Instead, there was a sense of peace.

A few minutes later, the man put a few skewers of beef on a plate and handed it to her, "You can eat it."

Song Shu looked at the sizzling beef skewers and swallowed her saliva, then picked up a skewer and started eating. With the first bite, she felt the delicious taste dancing on her tongue. The beef was neither fishy nor overcooked, and the temperature was just right so that the meat was not overcooked. The seasonings were evenly soaked into every piece of meat, and one bite was full of deliciousness.

Song Shu quickly finished a skewer and gave him a thumbs up, "It's delicious. You are indeed a great chef. Even your grilling skills are so good."

Song Shu only saw the man raise his eyebrows and curl the corners of his mouth, obviously in a good mood, that expression was like a happy diner who was satisfied with the meal.

Song Shu moved her eyes upwards and saw that the man seemed to have some sweat on his forehead, after all, he was sitting in front of the coal.

Song Shu thought about it and took out a few tissues to wipe his sweat. The man paused in grilling and looked up. Song Shu met his eyes and paused in wiping his sweat. Then she calmly withdrew her hand, "I see you are sweating."

Song Shu threw the tissue into the trash bag, opened the iced Coke, poured him a cup and placed it next to him, "Here, drink a Coke, and your heart will naturally cool down."

Chen Zonghao raised his eyebrows, picked up the cup, and drank the Coke in one gulp.

Song Shu sat down again, enjoying the evening breeze, picking up the skewers to eat, taking a sip of Coke from time to time, and then looking up at the moon in the sky. At this time, the moon was hanging high in the sky, like a round cake, "The moon is so round tonight."

When Chen Zonghao heard her words, he also looked up. As far as he could remember, he had not watched the moon with people close to him very often.

His mother died when he was born, and his father had to take care of two sons when he was young. A child of a few years old and a baby were the most difficult to take care of, and they also had to make money. How could they have any extra energy to celebrate the holidays?

When they grew up, the three grandfathers would just have a meal together during holidays. Later, after his father passed away and his brother got married, he hardly celebrated holidays by himself.

I have lived like this for so many years, and tonight, with someone by my side, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

Song Shu looked up at the moon and couldn't help but say, "I hope that Jiahui, Chen Zonghao, and I can live a happy, smooth and safe life."

Chen Zonghao looked at her and for the first time felt that celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival was a good thing.

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Song Shu watched the moon for a few minutes, then looked away, lowered her head, took the plate of mooncakes, picked up the fork and asked, "What flavor do you want? There are five-nut, snow skin, and egg yolk lotus seed paste."

Chen Zonghao looked at the plate of mooncakes and said casually, "Let's try the five-nut ones." He hadn't eaten mooncakes for several years and was not too fond of them.

Song Shu picked up a five-nut mooncake with a fork and handed it to him, "Here."

Chen Zonghao took it over. Song Shu picked up a fork again and picked up a snowy mooncake. She took a bite of the crispy skin and said, "The mooncakes made by Liang's wife are delicious. You can try this snowy one."

"Yeah." Chen Zonghao finished eating the five-nut mooncake and took the snow skin mooncake she forked over.

Song Shu took another knife and cut half of the lotus root with egg yolk. "This one with egg yolk is also delicious. Try it."

The two of them ate like this. Song Shu handed one portion to Chen Zonghao, who took it and started eating it silently. In the end, most of the mooncakes on the small plate were eaten by Chen Zonghao.

Song Shu raised the corner of her mouth and looked at him, "Aren't you tired of it?"

This man ate everything she handed him, so she wanted to test when he would refuse, but he took it all and ate it without saying a word.

Chen Zonghao raised his eyelids to look at her, and seeing the triumphant expression on her face, he also curled his lips and uttered the word "Greasy."

Song Shu couldn't help but smile widely, a little amused, "You're so greedy but you still eat so much. You're not a three-year-old child and you don't know how to refuse."

Chen Zonghao just picked up a cup of Coke and poured it out, then took the roasted chicken wings and passed them over, "Do you want to eat?"

Song Shu looked at the golden and juicy chicken wings, swallowed her saliva, nodded, and took it, "Eat."

After a while, Chen Zonghao handed over another handful of skewers, "Would you like some, my dear?"

Song Shu nodded again, "Eat."

"What about the roasted corn?"

"eat."

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It was not until her stomach was full that Song Shu looked at the long string of mooncakes on the table and realized that she had been fed so much by him without realizing it. She rubbed her stomach and looked at the man suspiciously, "Are you taking revenge on me for making you eat so many mooncakes just now?"

So I fed her so many skewers and tried my best to feed her.

But the man looked at her with a serious expression, "Didn't you take it yourself?"

Song Shu choked when she heard this. It was true, but it felt like something was wrong.

Chen Zonghao coughed. He just thought that she puffed up her mouth like a hamster when eating, so he couldn't help but pass food to her. He turned around and took the plate of fruit, picked up a piece of grapefruit with a fork and passed it to her, "Eat some fruit to relieve your greasy feeling."

Song Shu took it and forked an apple for him as a courtesy, "You eat too."

Under the moonlight and with the evening breeze blowing, the two of them had almost finished eating the food they had brought with them. After cleaning up, Chen Zonghao picked up Jiahui and Song Shu followed behind him. When they went downstairs, they looked back at the night view in the distance. Hong Kong's nightlife had just begun.

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The seventh and eighth floors of TVB Building are completely connected, and the two floors are combined into one floor, which is usually used to hold large-scale events such as the Taiwan Anniversary.

The Mid-Autumn Festival Gala and TVB's 15th Anniversary Celebration Gala were held here, and the lights inside were bright.

Everyone who came to the party thought that even if the venue was a little different from previous years, there wouldn't be much other difference. After all, no matter how it was arranged, it couldn't escape the general framework.

But those who came to the party found that there was a big difference from the moment they got off the car and were greeted.

Normally, the reception staff mostly wear formal suits, but this year they wore traditional costumes.

The ladies were all wearing flowing ancient costumes in white and red, with their hair tied up in buns. When they walked over, they instantly thought they were at some ancient costume photo shoot.

I walked all the way to the party hall, pushed the door open and walked in, and found that the party venue had changed a lot. Even the company staff couldn't help but stare wide-eyed when they saw the arrangement.

There were many low rectangular tables at the party, arranged in several rows, with a distance of one row between each row.

The low table is carpeted and has soft cushions.

Several resting areas were separated by screens in the corners of the party so that people who don't want to be disturbed can have a place to go.

Looking up, the usual staircase stage was draped with fine yarn and was swaying slightly.

Waiters dressed in ancient costumes shuttled around, serving them water, wine and food. The utensils used were all made of wood.

This is completely different from the buffet at ordinary parties.

The entire party was decorated like a palace party described in a book or on TV, and it was even more luxurious than on TV.

The people who came to the party were led by the waiters to sit down, and they couldn't help whispering with the people they knew next to them.

"This year's party is so different from previous years."

"It is very different, but I think it is quite innovative. The waiters are wearing ancient costumes, and the party decoration is also very ancient. The planner really came up with a good idea."

Someone asked curiously: "But where did they find those costumes? Were they discarded from the filming of costume dramas?"

"Impossible. The eliminated contestants are not that gorgeous. They look better than those in TV dramas."

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Mr. Zhou stood in a private room on the second floor, shaking a glass of red wine in his hand, looking at the scene below, and couldn't help but praise, "As expected of Mr. Du, I was wondering why you sponsored the party and took over the training of the service staff. It's a thankless job. It turns out you are waiting here to make a big move."

Du Jiali stood beside him, crossed her arms and folded her arms around her shoulders. After hearing what he said, she raised her lips and said, "Mr. Zhou, this is mutually beneficial."

Mr. Zhou shrugged his shoulders. He didn't believe her because they were all capitalists. Although there was mutual benefit, it was obvious that someone had gained greater benefits, but this time it was obviously not him.

Although he knew that the show his star Tian Tian would participate in tonight would make her more famous, it was not as good as the benefits that the clothes that Mr. Du wanted to promote would get.

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The party started with a company representative standing on the stage and delivering a speech, followed by performances by various stars.

The first show was performed by a four-member band that is very popular in Hong Kong. They sang a rock song and heated up the place.

The rock song really livened up the atmosphere, but the people sitting below watching this quaint evening party felt that although the songs were nice, there was always a sense that the atmosphere didn't match the setting.

Some of the stars preparing to perform backstage also realized that this evening party was entirely staged for one person.

Tang Yu, the company's little love song queen, sat in the dressing room, holding the performance program in her hand, her eyes fixed on Tian Tian's program, her eyes were about to burst into flames, she suddenly crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it aside, "Bitch, why are all the benefits hers?"

The hairstylist who was styling her hair almost pulled her hair when he heard this. Seeing her furious look, he lowered his head and continued with his work to avoid damaging the city gate.

The agent standing nearby waved his hand to ask the hairstylist to leave, and the hairstylist left without saying a word. Suddenly, there were only Tang Yu, the agent, and a young assistant who was sorting clothes in the lounge.

The agent advised, "Relax, finish your performance first. Besides, this arrangement was ordered by Mr. Zhou, so who dares to say anything?"

Tang Yu knew that the order came from Mr. Zhou, and she became even more angry. "Who does she think she is, Tian Tian? There are many people in the company who are more powerful than her. She is the only one who is special. She used her tricks to hook up with Mr. Zhou, who was the second son of Zhang before."

Tang Yu thought of something and sneered, "Why is she called the 'Jade Lady Sect Leader'? Her skills in seducing people are amazing."

The agent didn't say anything, but just curled his lips. In his heart, he thought that Eve was very capable and the people she brought with her were also capable.

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The person mentioned, Tian Tian, ​​was changing her clothes at this time. She was wearing a bright red chest-length skirt with many layers of hem at the bottom. Every step she took seemed to be blooming lotus flowers.

She was covered with a long, thin shawl as thin as a cicada's wing, which looked like a fairy's belt when she moved it.

She had a flower-shaped bun on her head with a pearl hairpin hanging on it, and a peony inserted on the left side of her head, which was gorgeous but not vulgar.

Her face was made up with peach blossom makeup in the style of the Tang Dynasty, with a hint of red between her brows, and her eyes seemed to be telling a myriad of emotions.

The other people in the lounge were all stunned when they saw Tian Tian's outfit, with surprise flashing in their eyes.

The assistant couldn't help but exclaimed: "Sister Tian Tian, ​​you look so beautiful tonight. You will definitely be the star of the show at the party."

Tian Tian looked at herself in the mirror and raised her lips, "That's right, I thought so too."

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At the party, after a few songs and dances, people felt a little bored and gradually lost interest. They couldn't help whispering to the people on both sides.

At this moment, the singer on the stage left the stage, and no one else came on stage for a long time, not even the host showed up. The place suddenly became quiet, and the people who were talking couldn't help but stop talking and look at the stage.

The lights in the venue became warmer, and groups of people wearing pink chest-length skirts walked down from the stage and stood in order in the aisles between the tables.

The gauze on both sides of the stage spread out, revealing a group of women wearing green chest-length skirts and holding musical instruments. Some of them were standing or sitting, and the instruments in front of them included guzheng, guqin, and yuxiao...

"Zheng", as the sound of a guzheng was played, the group of women on the stage played a beautiful and graceful song with the instrument, and the skirts of the dancers below the stage fluttered in the rhythm of the music.

Suddenly, the people on the field were cheered up. They sometimes looked at the people playing music, sometimes looked at the people dancing, attracted by the pleasant songs and graceful dances.

At this time, the dance ended, the music became louder, and a group of dancers walked onto the stage. The lights dimmed and the music seemed to stop. A second later, the lights shone on the center of the stage. Everyone looked where the lights were gathered and saw that the group of dancers were holding up a woman in red with their hands.

The woman had her back to the stage, and everyone could only see her slender white hands dancing flexibly. As one hand moved downward, the woman's waist gradually tilted back, revealing her face.

Someone exclaimed, "Tian Tian."

At this time, everyone on the field recognized that the woman was Tian Tian, ​​who was so radiant and charming.

Tian Tian jumped from the dancer's hands and landed steadily on the stage.

The lights came on again, the music started, and the dancers scattered on both sides of Tian Tian and danced around her.

Tian Tian raised her hand and swung the ribbon, making her spin a few times. She then retracted it as her hand swung, twisted her waist, stepped back, and lifted the hem of her skirt, causing the layers of her skirt to flutter like a blooming flower.

Her every frown, smile and glance attracted the attention of everyone present. Her graceful dance made people realize for the first time why the king did not attend the court early in the morning.

As their hearts became soft and passionate with the dance, the music on the field suddenly became passionate and the rhythm became tight. If the previous song was the passionate and lingering Wu Nong music of Jiangnan, then the current song was like the sound of swords on the battlefield.

The dance on the field also changed. Tian Tian bent down and pulled out a soft sword from her waist with a "swish". The sword light flashed in the eyes of the people off the field and scared them.

They thought the white thing on Tian Tian's waist was a belt, but it turned out to be a soft sword.

Without giving them any time to react, Tian Tian's dance on the field became more and more powerful, and she wielded the sword with great force, like a female general killing the enemies on the field. They were completely suppressed by her sword and dared not move.

Every time he swung the sword, it was as if he was leading thousands of troops. When we looked into each other's eyes, it was as if I was also brought to the battlefield.

If Tian Tian in the first half was a charming, affectionate and pitiful woman, then now she is a woman who kills people without leaving any blood and is extremely powerful.

The reporters in the audience had been filming non-stop with their cameras since the dance started, and now they were eager to use up all the film in their hands. Their faces showed the excitement of catching a hot news item, but they were muttering in their hearts, "This Tian Tian is really good at making trouble."

People hadn't come back to their senses until Tian Tian put away her sword and left the stage. It was only when the host came on stage and spoke that they came back to their senses. They didn't pay any attention to what the host said, nor did they care what the next program was. They were still immersed in the shock brought to them by the song and dance.

"My god, the first half of this dance made me feel numb, and the second half made me sweat profusely and almost run away."

"Me too. If I hadn't kept telling myself it was a dance, I would have thought I was being chased."

"Tsk tsk, Tian Tian has been in the spotlight recently. It looks like she will be on the headlines tomorrow. Among all the stars shining tonight, she is the most dazzling one."

"I didn't expect the ancient costumes to be so charming. I usually thought they were used for filming."

"I heard that these clothes were designed by the same designer, the same designer who was involved in the horse racing incident some time ago. I have done some research on ancient clothes, and I looked carefully at those clothes and none of them were designed randomly without considering the dynasty."

A producer who heard this nearby recalled the ancient costume and thought about it.

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In the private room on the second floor, Mr. Zhou said "good" several times in a row and clapped his hands repeatedly, "This Tian Tian is really good, Miss Du, it's your clothes that really make her look even better."

Du Jiali took a sip of the red wine and said, "Mr. Zhou, you are too kind."

Mr. Zhou smiled and said nothing. He raised his glass and prepared to clink glasses with her. "Come on, Miss Du, let's toast to our victory tonight."

Du Jiali clinked glasses with him, "Celebrate victory."

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The next day, when the sun rose, people who habitually went to buy newspapers found that almost every newspaper reported two things: yesterday's joint school Mid-Autumn Festival Gala and last night's Zhou Film and Television Gala. In both of them, one type of clothing appeared: ancient costume.

For example, the dance of Mingguang Kindergarten at the joint school Mid-Autumn Festival Gala was highlighted in reports. A group of cute little girls danced on the stage in ancient costumes. The attached photos showed their cute and naive looks.

Last night, at the anniversary party of Zhou Films, actress Tian Tian performed a dance on stage. Her figure holding a soft sword was published in major newspapers, allowing people to get a glimpse of her graceful demeanor.

Various headlines such as:

Modern version of Tang Dynasty tri-color figurines

"A cute little boy dreams of returning to the Tang Dynasty!"

"Tian Tian's stunning dance"

"The ancient costume gives Tian Tian a different style"

《The designer who set off the trend of two events! 》

"Period costumes may become the latest trend in Hong Kong"

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Even various morning TV stations reported these two news items and captured a few seconds of video of the two performances.

Although the video was not long, it was very impressive. Both children and adults were attracted by the clothes worn by the people in the video played on TV.

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Liang Shuyi was talking on the phone with a friend at home. The news was on TV and happened to show Jiahui and her friends dancing. Liang Shuyi was moved to tears by the little girl and couldn't help but scream. The friend on the other end of the phone was startled and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Liang Shuyi chuckled and said, "I just saw the video on the news. The children were so cute."

The friend on the other end of the phone agreed, "I think they are so cute, too. The ancient costumes they are wearing are so pretty, especially the one Tian Tian is wearing. I want to buy one, too."

Liang Shuyi rolled up the microphone cord and said, "Sure, we can buy it together. The store is near my home."

My friend's voice was very excited. "Really? That's great. Let's call others to go buy it together. By the way, the school graduation party is coming soon. Why don't we sign up to participate and wear ancient costumes to perform an ancient dance."

Liang Shuyi jumped up when she heard this. "Okay, your plan is great. We can also perform at the party..."

From that day on, there would always be one or two ancient-style performances at evening parties or other dances in Hong Kong.

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Xiaozhen went to school with her schoolbag on her back and bought a newspaper as usual. She had always been in the habit of collecting information from newspapers. Looking at the two eye-catching news items today, the reports on them, and the ancient costumes, Xiaozhen's eyes flashed with thought.

When I arrived at the school, I saw my friends sitting in their seats, scratching their heads and looking troubled. They have been struggling to start a club recently. Several of them have put forward many ideas, but the current clubs are all similar and there is nothing new, so they are very worried.

Xiaozhen walked over, put her schoolbag away, sat next to her, and said to her sideways: "I've thought about what kind of club we should start."

The friend's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked at Xiaozhen eagerly, "What club is it? Tell me about it."

Xiaozhen has always been smart and has many ideas. She said that nine out of ten of her ideas are feasible.

Xiaozhen handed her the newspaper in her hand. Her friend took the newspaper and flipped through it with a puzzled look. After flipping through it, she asked Xiaozhen in confusion, "What's in the newspaper? I read this newspaper this morning."

Xiaozhen pointed at the picture of the kindergarten and the picture of Tian Tian and asked, "Did you see what they were wearing?"

My friend nodded and said, "I know. It's a costume drama. It's all over the headlines. It's hard not to know about it. But what does it have to do with us?"

Xiaozhen took her hand back and did not allow her to continue guessing. Instead, she said, "Ancient costumes, we can definitely set up an ancient costume research club. Not only can we study the costumes of various dynasties, we can also publish some ancient costume dressing guides."

Xiaozhen adjusted her glasses and said, "Also, I think ancient costumes will be popular recently. We can definitely take advantage of this opportunity to start a club. Many students will definitely be attracted to it."

Her friend nodded repeatedly while listening to her. When she finished, she couldn't help but hug her. "Xiaozhen, your idea is great and completely feasible. I totally agree. Let's go tell others about it. They will definitely agree. We have to be quick. There must be others who have thought of this idea. We must strive to establish the first ancient costume research club in Hong Kong."

After the friend finished speaking, she pulled Xiaozhen up and ran outside. Xiaozhen also ran with her strength, with a rare look of happiness on her face.

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Song Shu got up in the morning, bought a few newspapers, and when she came back to take a look, she found that the outpouring of reports was still beyond her expectations.

However, looking at those reports, Song Shu smiled. On the one hand, it was because of the popularity of ancient costumes, and on the other hand, it was because she saw that cultural propaganda had taken the first step.

Song Shu thought that with the popularity of the festival, Rong Xiaohua and the others didn't need to walk around the festival tonight. They could just treat it as a visit to the festival, so she said to her, "Xiaohua, you don't need to follow the schedule tonight. Just treat it as a visit to the festival. You will be paid as usual."

Rong Xiaohua felt a little embarrassed and shook her head, "Sister Shu, how can this be possible?"

Song Shu interrupted her and said with a smile: "No problem, just have fun tonight."

Seeing her serious expression, Rong Xiaohua could only nod and said, "Okay, then I'll do as Sister Shu says."

Seeing that she agreed, Song Shu was about to leave. Then she thought of something and turned around and said, "Can you please ask that tall girl, Chen Xinyi, if she is willing to be a model for my clothes? I have some clothes to show off later, and I think her figure is more standard than some models."

Rong Xiaohua's eyes widened and her face was filled with joy when she heard this. She nodded without hesitation, "Of course I'm willing to do so. Sister Shu, I'll ask for you tonight."

Unexpectedly, what she said casually that time actually came true. Xinyi must be very happy.

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A staff member of the Hong Kong government knocked on the door of an office, walked in after receiving a response, and placed today's newspaper on the table.

Councillor Zhang, who was sitting behind the office, pinched his eyes, picked up the newspaper and started reading. He saw that several newspapers were reporting on ancient costumes. Thinking of what Miss Song said last night, "cultural propaganda", his eyes became deep.

The assistant stood quietly by the side, waiting for her instructions. After a while, the sound of a pen writing was heard, followed by the voice of the congressman speaking, "At the regular press conference this afternoon, let the reporters you are familiar with ask these questions."

The assistant raised his head, took the paper handed over by Councillor Zhang, and nodded, "Member, I will tell the reporters."

So for the next few days, Song Shu read the following content in the newspaper: "Councilor Zhang made a speech on "Ancient Costumes, a Form of Cultural Propaganda"

"China's cultural heritage, even a piece of clothing has its history"

"China-UK agreement negotiations are tense, Councillor Zhang may publicly support China"

"British media clamors: Councillor Zhang is a factor of unrest in the Hong Kong government"

"Councilor Zhang may be increasing her capital through cultural hype"

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Song Shu read the reports one by one and thought about her meeting with Councillor Zhang. That lady had a wise and determined look in her eyes. Judging from the historical trend, she was successful in the end.