Half a month later.

"It doesn't have to be too much trouble. I don't need to trim my eyebrows. Just put on a little foundation and look better in front of the camera. Yes, lip balm. Give Jiaolong some of that colorless lip balm..."

I looked at Fang Dapeng and smiled helplessly, which made the little girl who was so nervous when being commanded by Fang Dapeng almost put the whole apple-flavored lipstick into my mouth, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Ma! Don't worry, this

The lipstick is fine, I use it myself and it will never have any impact on my body!"

"What's wrong with you? Do you know how difficult it is to invite Mr. Ma? You can't send me an experienced makeup artist?!"

The little girl also looked aggrieved, "Brother Fang, I didn't expect you to suddenly ask to touch up Mr. Ma's makeup. I also admire him very much. We all think that Mr. Ma doesn't need makeup. His current

There’s no problem with being on camera. It’s not that I’m inexperienced. When I go out on location..."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Do you know who this is?"

In front of me, Fang Dapeng is pretty good at standing out in front of his colleagues in the station.

"Okay, it's okay."

I smiled and looked at the little girl and said, "The lipstick smells pretty good. Thank you for touching up my makeup. I think it should be fine. Thank you for your hard work."

After saying that, he looked at Fang Dapeng again: "I'm not a celebrity. What kind of makeup should I put on? Let's start soon."

Fang Dapeng could only nod, waved his hand towards the girl, and watched the girl go down with a blushing face before smiling sheepishly at me: "Jiaolong, you don't even know that I'm looking forward to doing this for you.

We have been looking forward to this program for a long time, and the station paid special attention to it. We held several meetings about your program, and finally decided that there will be only you and me in this recording studio, and a camera, so that you can fully and thoroughly

of relaxation.”

I twitched my lips and looked around. This video studio was not big, but a large solid wood bookshelf was deliberately placed in the background, with books of varying thicknesses neatly placed on it, creating a simple yet elegant atmosphere.

In a solemn atmosphere, there is a small square table in front of the bookshelf, with a pot of asparagus placed on it, striving for a bookish atmosphere. I think the TV station has also been worried about this program for me. I am an Onmyoji, but they don’t know a Yin Yang.

Fang Dapeng also called me several times about how to arrange the recording studio of the teacher. I had no experience, so naturally I had no opinion. So when I came in and took my place just now, I didn’t feel like an Onmyoji for a moment, but

I have the feeling of a returning scholar. I am recording a biography.

"I know, haven't you already told me? I've seen the sincerity of your show, and I want to thank you. I'm really not used to the crowd, but I don't think you need to follow a little girl.

Come and have a drink, she's scared to see her."

Fang Dapeng scratched his head: "Don't I hope that your image can appear more perfect in the camera? It would be nice if you put on makeup and be more energetic."

As he spoke, Fang Dapeng leaned over and opened his mouth in a low voice: "You know, now only a few major leaders in the station know that you are a woman. Basically, your gender is kept secret. They are just waiting for the recording of this program to be completed and become a blockbuster."

, Our program’s ratings have dropped sharply recently, Jiaolong, it’s up to you to come back to life..."

I looked at him speechlessly: "Dapeng, we are classmates. To tell the truth, I have been quite quiet in the past few months. I haven't gone out to see people much. I don't think the attention is that high anymore..."

"Who says it's not high? You are not an artist. Either there is no news, but when there is news, it will be big news. Otherwise, why would you still need to wear sunglasses when you go out?" Fang Dapeng interrupted me directly, "Okay, ten

We'll start recording in a few minutes, just don't be nervous. The only thing I ask is that you don't be nervous and just look at my inscription sign."

I nodded. One thing I didn't expect was that I was the one who asked to be on the show. After finalizing the time, Dapeng not only sent me a contract but also a six-digit remuneration, saying that this was what I had to get, even if I turned around and donated.

Yeah, all this money has to be collected, and they still got a huge deal on their program at my price point. In fact, I went on the program for selfish reasons, just to make it smoother to be with Zhuo Jing. I didn’t expect it to generate income for myself.

, but my process was very simple. I communicated on the phone, finalized the time, signed the contract, and collected the money first. This was all because of Fang Dapeng.

The recording process is also very simple. First, I go into the studio and record something autobiographical, where I narrate and say what I want to say. In the middle, the program will be edited and inserted into some of my past achievements, such as Fourth Aunt, Mudslide, etc.

And, for these major events in Changbai Mountain, I will shoot a few more outdoor scenes later. If I need to polish it up, I can also go into the studio to reshoot the shots. In short, everything comes with me, as long as I want, I can do it.

It was in line with my wishes, and it was just saying, you are the uncle, you can do whatever you want, which made me feel embarrassed.

After tidying up my suit, I slowly worked up my emotions. This was my first serious electric shock. Naturally, I had to be dignified and natural at the same time. I am an Onmyoji, and I still have to have this style. I can't do it twice.

Damn it, if she appears on camera rubbing her hands or the audience watching will say, Ma Jiaolong is such a bear, this is too trivial, of course I will not allow such a thing to happen, to put it bluntly, it is shameless.

, I’m pretty good at pretending to be cool…

"Jiaolong, how is your grandpa recovering from the surgery?"

Fang Dapeng, who was adjusting the camera, suddenly said something, probably because he wanted to change the topic so that I wouldn't be too nervous.

"I'm recovering well. I can be discharged and go home after staying in the hospital for more than ten days."

"Oh, last time I saw him, he seemed to be angry with you. Why?"

I was stunned. Why, it wasn’t because of the matter with Cheng Baize. Good guy, I don’t want to think about that night. Grandpa called Cheng Baize over in the middle of the night. He was so angry that he made a red-faced, thick-necked, and noisy man.

The family members of the patients in the ward couldn't rest. Cheng Baize readily admitted that he was the mastermind, saying that everything was done so that my grandpa could get the surgery. The result was good, and my grandpa almost jumped off the hospital bed. Fortunately, my mother was there and stopped her with her life.

It was only because of my grandfather that the sutured wound didn't collapse.

My mother is quite angry with my grandpa. When it comes to marriage, how can my grandpa make the decision for me?

In fact, what I was thinking was that she also wanted to make the decision for me. This is a common problem among elders. I thought Cheng Baize had offended my grandpa, and my grandpa would never like him as before.

.

Who knew that Cheng Baize had a special way of doing it. When he saw his grandpa angry, he would do whatever he wanted to do and roll around in a cute way. You said you wanted to see flowers, but Cheng Baize didn't care about taboos or not. He covered the whole ward for you, even the place where you stayed.

No, the rhododendrons, magnolias, and tulips were all in brilliant purple and red, and they almost became a tourist attraction in the hospital. If the hospital leaders had not come to persuade them, these flowers would not have been moved away. The purpose was to buy my grandfather's favor.

You said you were thinking about planting flowers, Cheng Baize dug out the soil for you, spread a plastic sheet on the hospital bed for you, and let you plant it yourself and enjoy the fun. He would help with a shovel from time to time to help fertilize.

People also studied the temperature and estimated the germination time. Within three to five days, my grandfather lost his temper at all. The final result was that my grandfather became unhappy with me. Again, Jiaolong, what do you think of your eyes?

Look, why can't you see such a good person like Xiaobai!

I wanted to quibble, but my grandpa flicked his palm and said, "Okay, don't talk and make me angry. Now that I think you lied to me, I won't be angry at all!"

Listen, in the end I became the absolute mastermind of this matter in my grandpa's mind. Cheng Baize was also instigated by me, so when Fang Dapeng went to see my grandpa, he didn't see anything else except how he embarrassed me.

In fact, deep down in my heart, I feel relaxed. I know that my grandpa will not really be angry with me, as long as he can recuperate with peace of mind until he is discharged from the hospital. I don’t want him to be angry with Cheng Baize, because Cheng Baize sometimes sacrifices for his grandpa.

Far more than my granddaughter, it is normal for my grandpa to like her so much.

I think these are all trivial matters and a matter of time. Grandpa can't defeat me and will accept my choice one day. However, I think his prejudice against Zhuo Jing cannot be resolved in a while. With Cheng Baize's pearls around

In the past, plus the right time and place, grandpa was still proud of himself, so Zhuo Jing’s efforts would be in vain. Of course, this is not important, because I want to live with Zhuo Jing. What’s important is that I like it, and I don’t like the final result.

I ask grandpa to like Zhuo Jing more, and I just ask grandpa to bless me and bless my choices.

Although, grandpa is still angry with me like a child...

Hey, this old horse head.

"Jiaolong? Jiaolong!"

"Ah." I came back to my senses and looked at Fang Dapeng: "I'm sorry, I slipped away."

He stood behind the camera and looked at me with a smile: "Is this question so difficult to answer? Your eyes are going straight as you think about it...Okay, I won't ask anymore. You can start. Are you ready?"

I nodded, took a deep breath, rearranged the buttons of my shirt and suit jacket, "That's it."

Fang Dapeng nodded, looked at the camera and stretched out three fingers to me, then decreased them one by one, and then held up a sign that read, 'Start, introduce yourself.'

Facing the camera, I slightly twitched one corner of my mouth. This is Zhuo Jing's habitual move, but if you stay with someone for a long time, you will be influenced by him, so at the beginning, I felt a sense of being attracted by Zhuo Jing.

The feeling of being possessed by Jing said: "Hello everyone, I am Ma Jiaolong, the onmyoji. I know that you all in front of the camera are very curious about me. Firstly, it is my profession as an onmyoji. Secondly, I am Ma Jiaolong.

gender..."

As I said that, I walked to the bookshelf according to Fang Dapeng's cardboard prompts and pulled out a book called "Yin and Yang of Heaven and Earth". The cover was facing the camera. I flicked it and continued: "What is yin and yang? It refers to things that are opposite and opposite."

The power of complementing each other, some people call it natural philosophy. Electricity has positive and negative yin and yang. Houses have yin and yang. Even the human heart has the left and right sides of the heart. Everything has yin and yang. Onmyoji maintains this natural balance and is true.

Our profession is by no means mysterious, but it is not ordinary either. God has given us a certain mission, so we naturally..."

The sentence is broken——

Fang Dapeng looked at me anxiously and mouthed: "Continue."

I shook my head: "I can't go on. I don't like things that are too formulaic."

Fang Dapeng was stunned. He watched me throw the book on the square table and sit on the chair next to him. I am not an artist after all, so I didn’t want to pretend. He jumped up to the camera with free eyes and opened his mouth: "I am Ma

Jiaolong, actually, I'm just an ordinary person... When I was young, I didn't think that I was any different from other children. I also regarded myself as a very ordinary girl..."

"Jiaolong..." Fang Dapeng called my name tremblingly from behind the camera, "What's wrong with you?"

I was startled, and my face felt a little itchy: "What's wrong with me? I am not allowed to tell myself in this way."

"No." Fang Dapeng pointed at my face: "Why are you crying?"

"ah?"

I cried?

He didn’t say anything yet. How could I cry? I looked at his surprised look and touched my face. It was indeed wet. What was going on! Why did his eyes open and release water on their own?

Thinking about it, it seemed that the moment his brain realized that he was crying, his eyes started to hurt, and the tears began to flow down uncontrollably. It was like the feeling when chili oil was suddenly put into the eyes. It was spicy and astringent. Fang Dapeng was anxious.

, and hurriedly took out my pocket to find some paper: "What is going on, Jiaolong, what did you think of?"

"I don't know either. I didn't think about anything. I didn't even intend to sensationalize!"

As I said this, I kept wiping my tears. Even if it was sensational, I wouldn’t cry just because I thought of myself as an ordinary girl. What kind of crying point is this? It’s so different from ordinary people!

"Quick, wipe, wipe!"

Fang Dapeng found a tissue and kept wiping it for me. As his fingers moved up and down, I actually saw a white shadow standing behind Fang Dapeng in the distance.
To be continued...