Love Scenery

The next morning, Liang Chen accompanied Lu Jing home to take his luggage.

Suddenly when he went out last night, he left everything at home and didn't take it away.It was still early. Grandpa Lu and Grandma Lu insisted on leaving Liang Chen for lunch. The two elderly people had already prepared and cooked a large table of dishes.

At the table, Ma Minghui called suddenly, and she went to the window to answer it.

Ma Minghui was nothing more than talking about Liang Chen's fake singing on the Internet, and said some of his own opinions and suggestions.Just after hanging up the phone here, Liu Yiqing called again, and the conversation lasted ten minutes.

When the phone call ended, Lu Jing's grandparents and father were waiting for her at the dinner table.

Liang Chen quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, there is something wrong at work."

"It's okay, I'm busy at work, I understand." Dad Lu said.

After Liang Chen came to the table, Grandpa Lu poured a glass of wolfberry wine, took off his glasses, and said, "Xiao Liang, I saw it when I watched the news this morning. Don't think too much about it. The media is like this now. Times are different. With the development of information, anyone can speak, and you can just treat it as if you haven't heard it."

Grandma Lu glared at him, "Do you think it was our time? The Internet is now developed and it is very influential."

She looked at Liang Chen again: "Are you okay?"

Liang Chen nodded, "I'm fine."

Grandma Lu stared at her for a few seconds, and the corners of her mouth drooped: "The current media has no professional ethics, and the people on it don't care."

Liang Chen was struggling, unable to speak for a long while.

Talking about this in front of the elders, she didn't know which angle to start from.

Is it complaining or something?

Liang Chen looked at Lu Jing secretly, he was calmly picking up food for Liang Chen.

"Are you busy? Or should we stop going to Thailand?"

Liang Chen really didn't want to go for a moment.

She pondered for a moment, and said, "Go, I can't do much if I keep it."

The most important thing is that her schedule will get busier and busier. If you miss this holiday, I don't know when the next time will be.

"That's right." Grandpa Lu nodded, looking inexplicably, his eyes seemed to be a little angry, "Young people, if you should go out to play, go out to play, and leave the rumors to the professionals."

Grandma Lu stared at him again, "Professionals at every turn, do you think how many people are really serious about entertainment now?"

"You can't say that." Grandpa Lu narrowed his eyebrows sharply. "We entertainment professionals are all conscientious. It is inevitable that a mouse dung will ruin a pot of soup. You can't blame everyone for the problems caused by the environment."

Grandma Lu curled her lips, "How was our environment at that time? Haven't we all persisted."

"Hey Sister Xiaojun, did you forget the news 20 years ago?" Grandpa Lu frowned and said solemnly, "The director mistreated the young actor because of the topic, and he is still living in a mental hospital. Now."

"What are you talking about." Grandma Lu took a sip of the soup, her eyes dimmed, "It's the director's black heart."

"So this is a personal problem, you can't rise to the entire industry." Grandpa Lu said.

Liang Chen listened for a long time, and grabbed a key word-"Let's entertaining practitioners"

"Grandpa and grandma also do entertainment?" Liang Chen asked.

"Oh, it's been retired for many years." Grandpa Lu suddenly laughed, "It's a bit of a touch, we are the kind of pens, not comparable to the people now, oh, I chased the stars all day, even people They don’t let go of the toilet, so they want to make news. If they focus on serious entertainment, are they afraid that they won’t make a good show?"

"It's okay, you don't say this in front of your children." Grandma Lu took a piece of spare ribs to Grandpa Lu, "You can't stop your mouths even after eating."

Grandma Lu took the initiative to end this topic, and Liang Chen didn't ask too much.

After a good meal, Lu Jing checked the time and proposed to leave for the airport.

Father Lu drove them.

On the way, Father Lu chatted with Liang Chen: "Daughter-in-law, how did you meet Xiaojing?"

Liang Chen was stunned for a moment. Would Dad Lu find it unreliable if he said he met online?

Just thinking about it, Lu Jing said, "I knew each other from playing games."

Sure enough, Father Lu was very surprised.

"Is it the one you know from playing games?"

"Yes." Lu Jing said, "what's the matter?"

Father Lu said disdainfully: "Young people nowadays can find a girlfriend by playing a game."

"He played well." Liang Chen couldn't help but defend Lu Jing. "Now playing the game well is also a skill."

"Cut." Father Lu looked at Lu Jing in the rearview mirror, "It's just playing with fake guns. If you really want you to touch the gun, you don't even know how the bullet is loaded."

Lu Jing gave a "tsk" and ignored Father Lu.

Father Lu said again: "Daughter-in-law, I will take you to play real guns in the future, which is much more interesting than virtual games."

Liang Chen asked: "Uncle was a soldier?"

"No, no," said Dad Lu. "If I had gone to serve as a soldier, how could I have such a white face."

Lu Jing: "..."

Blame me for being so white and tender?

Liang Chen couldn't help but look at Lu Jing's deflated appearance, so funny.

She reached out and touched the "little white face" and said, "How can that uncle play with real guns?"

"Oh, at that time, I couldn't save my life if I didn't use a gun." Dad Lu said lightly, "all of your German 98k are leftovers from my games at that time."

Liang Chen said, "Uncle, aren't you a reporter?"

Father Lu smiled, "War reporters are also reporters."

Liang Chen: "..."

Sure enough, she felt that Dad Lu was not an ordinary reporter.

Disrespect and disrespect.

"At that time in 1999, I almost couldn't come back, and Xiaojing almost became an orphan. Thanks to Sister Lu, if she didn't call, I didn't know if I could come back."

He turned his head and smiled at Lu Jing, "Boy, you were crying miserably at that time, where is it like you are silent now."

Lu Jing sat up a little bit, his eyes sank, but he said nonchalantly, "I see."

Liang Chen curled up her fingers unconsciously. She had never touched a war reporter before. After hearing Dad Lu talk about the past easily, images of war appeared in her mind.

She can only imagine what she saw in the movie, shuddering.

Lu Jing suddenly said, "Dad, don't say anything, it scared her."

Liang Chen shook her head quickly. She was either shocked or felt that Lu's father's experience was awe-inspiring, and she didn't know how to express her emotions.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I have this problem, I always brag." Dad Lu changed the subject, "Daughter-in-law, in fact, my family is still a bit of a relationship with you. I am a reporter, my parents Those who were engaged in entertainment before, and those who need us in the future, this old bone can still move."

Liang Chen didn't take Lu Jing's father's words to heart. Her affairs were too complicated and she didn't want to involve others.

"Yeah, thank you uncle."

"What are you polite to me."

When they arrived at the airport, Dad Lu put them down and left.

Lu Jing and Liang Chen walked through the VIP channel, but they didn't meet anyone along the way. Until the customs, Liang Chen glanced around and saw a familiar figure.

She wasn't sure if it was Wendy, the woman was wearing a short fur, but she wrapped her neck tightly with a scarf.

This is not like Wendy's dressing style, so Liang Chen took one more look and suddenly met the person's gaze.

It really was Wendy.

There was also a man standing next to her, about forty years old, standing and talking on the phone, Wendy stood motionless beside him.

Wendy's gaze was empty and vacant, and Liang Chen was panicked when she saw it, and although it was not clear whether Wendy's company was in the rhythm of the events of the past few days, Liang Chen always responded, so don't say hello at the beginning.

After a while, the two men disappeared.

Liang Chen didn't think much about it, it was time for her to go through customs, and there was no time to see Wendy's whereabouts.

Encountering Wendy is a small episode, but the joy of traveling quickly washed away the unhappiness in my heart. When he arrived in Thailand, Liang Chen's steps were even lighter.

Lu Jing arranged everything very well. As soon as they left the airport, a driver came to pick them up, and they boarded the car directly to the hotel.

At this time, it was only eight or nine o'clock in the evening, when the night life began.

Liang Chen simply cleaned up and couldn't wait to go to the Patong Night Market. When Yuan Keke came to play last year, he said how lively it was, but when Liang Chen came here, he was immediately dumbfounded.

The excitement is lively, but my ears are full of Chinese—Mandarin, Cantonese, Sichuan dialect, and Jiangsu dialect.

Like a magic sound, Liang Chen's brain was exploded.

"No..." Liang Chen stood stiffly, silently putting on his hat and mask, "If I guess right, most of the streets are Chinese?"

Lu Jing was on the spot with Sparta, "I...I didn't consider the issue of holidays. I was on an impulse."

If he is not careful, he will mistakenly think that the Chinese are ruling the world.

Just as he was talking, a little boy ran towards Liang Chen and almost bumped into her, followed by a teenage boy, chasing him and shouting, "Guwazi, don’t bump into her. One!"

The big boy ran two steps, then looked back at Liang Chen, and then shouted to the front: "Mom! Old man! You look like a baby girl singing on TV!"

Liang Chen: "..."

She pulled Lu Jing and left.

"It's over," Liang Chen said, "I feel like I'm going to be recognized."

Lu Jing circled Liang Chen with his arms, and the two walked to a place with few people and stopped to discuss countermeasures.

Lu Jing said: "Fortunately, we only stayed in Phuket for two days and then went to Krabi. There should not be so many Chinese."

Liang Chen was already desperate, and she choked silently at the sky.

"It's okay, it's a fun when you come out."

Liang Chen is accustomed to this, other people treat guests or others arrange to play, no matter how dissatisfied she is, she has to boast.

Full of guilt, Lu Jing took Liang Chen back.

"Sorry, it won't happen in the future."

Liang Chen's footsteps were heavy, one step at a time, and he followed Lu Jing to the hotel.

When passing a small roadside shed, a Thai man grabbed Liang Chen and spoke in crappy Mandarin: "Take a shot! Ten shots! Send a baby!"

Liang Chen glanced over. There were plastic guns in the shed, balloons on the walls, various inferior dolls piled in the corners, and a few Southeast Asian children dancing to the music in the stereo.

Just like the style of Chinese painting more than ten years ago, she still stopped.

But it was not these dolls that attracted Liang Chen, but the songs in the stereo.

-Her song.

Just a day ago, Liang Chen was still on the cusp of the storm. When he arrived in a foreign country, he could hear his own songs, and the children who danced with the songs laughed so happily.

They should like her song very much.

Liang Chen's heart was suddenly touched. Looking at the smiling faces of the children, her expression relaxed and she gave a small smile.

She pulled Lu Jing's sleeve and said, "Then take care of the boss's business."

Lu Jing only nodded, exchanged a few words with the boss, and picked up the gun.

Liang Chen suddenly thought of what Dad Lu said today. She smiled and asked Lu Jing: "What did your dad say, can you get ten shots?"

Lu Jing let out a disdainful voice, "98k hunk guy is covered?"

Liang Chen said: "Then you can prove it to me."

Lu Jing set up his gun, took aim, and curled his lips: "Take nine of ten."

But after that, he kept this position without moving.

Liang Chen poked him, "What's wrong?"

"—You are still a kiss."