CIATB Chapter 497 Dream Beauty
Chapter 497 Dream Beauty
Juanjuan in red makeup stepped into the sedan chair,
In the past, we held hands together, but now we are separated and have no chance.
When Yanzi came back, we had been apart for many years.
The old dreams of the mortal world are scattered with the wind.
Deep in the blue clouds, I look for her shadow in my dreams,
I sigh in my heart, unable to suppress my longing.
Holding hands and looking at each other, the flowing water flows slowly,
The vows once made have now become memories.
Life is like a dream, the eyebrows are slightly cool,
The past is like smoke, and it is difficult to keep her by my side.
A song in Red Mansion, the old friend has passed away,
I wish her happiness, even if she is no longer in this world.
Thoughts are like flowers, blooming in my heart,
Who can express the pain of lovesickness?
May she have a happy marriage in the next life and may the garden be filled with flowers.
Even if they are separated, the love is still there.
Xia Haoyang woke up early in the morning due to urination. He got up and sat on the bed to calm down.
Looking sideways, the bed was empty, indicating that Zeng Jingyi had also gotten up.
Xia Haoyang had a dream, dreaming about Tang Wanqi. She dreamed that Tang Wanqi was about to get married, wearing a phoenix crown and harem, but she couldn't see the groom's face.
Xia Haoyang patted his face, shook his head, stopped thinking about these things, and got up to go to the toilet.
It was originally a family of three, but as Xiao Mengyan went to film, the family was left with only the world of two young lovers.
Xia Haoyang showed his exposure-loving nature, wearing shorts and walking around the house shirtless.
In Yancheng, such a person is called "Master Bang", which is not a good word, but Xia Haoyang doesn't care.
"Morning, senior brother is up too? I just happened to buy soy milk, fried dough sticks and big meat buns, while they are still hot." Zeng Jingyi smiled sweetly at Xia Haoyang.
If I get up late, I usually go to the Qingfeng Steamed Bun Shop downstairs from the company or buy pancakes and fruits for breakfast. But if I get up early occasionally, I will go out and buy breakfast for breakfast like today.
"Looking like this, did you go for a run this morning?" Xia Haoyang looked at Zeng Jingyi, who was neatly dressed and in a state of exercise.
"Recently, Teacher Pei said I was a little fat, so I went to the basketball court downstairs and jogged for twenty minutes."
"Yeah, it would be good to go downstairs to play basketball in the morning and practice shooting." He said and simulated shooting movements in a professional manner.
"This community is very nice. It's very quiet. There aren't too many uncles and aunties dancing or doing anything in the morning. The basketball court is very empty. If you really want to play basketball, we can play basketball together tomorrow morning."
"Okay, let's get together tomorrow. Anyway, I don't have much to do recently."
"Aren't you writing a script now?" Zeng Jingyi asked casually while eating breakfast.
"No, I don't have much inspiration. Besides, there are still two movies that haven't been aired and a TV series is in production. I'm considered very productive."
"I know you are great. When I was studying in the past, many literati and scholars only wrote one work in their lifetime, and then it became famous throughout the ages. For example, the German writer Goethe spent sixty years writing a work "Faust"."
"In today's society, or in the Internet age, in the Internet era, if you spend sixty years writing a work, you can't expect to be remembered forever. You will starve to death." Xia Haoyang smiled.
"Yes, we need to make a living. So what did those writers and literati in the past do to make money to support their families?"
"Western literati don't know, but it's probably the same. Ancient Chinese literati could help people write letters, or write Spring Festival couplets, give names, serve as private school teachers, or teachers, and other tasks that require writing, and in ancient times, they were admitted as scholars. It seems that the state will then provide some subsidies.”
"That's pretty good. No wonder everyone is said to be of inferior quality except for good education. It turns out that the state pays for it."
"That kind of subsidy is not much, and you will still starve to death. Many Western writers, including painters, musicians, etc. are actually not very popular during their lifetimes. They only become famous after they die. They basically rely on support. Rich woman, what’s wrong is that you are being taken care of by a rich woman.”
"Hahaha, senior brother, are you envious?"
"Envy, there is no man who doesn't envy the pretty boy, because he is really capable of eating soft food. In ancient times, you can do what you want without worrying about life. There is really no other way except to be taken care of by a rich woman. Those painters , musicians, and talented people can only choose this way.”
"So if senior brother traveled to ancient times, he would become a son-in-law?"
"What's wrong with having a son-in-law? But the author of "A Son-in-Law" is not good. I haven't updated "A Son-in-Law" by Banana Master since 2011, and it's also a weird thing in the online literary circle."
"But think about it, if senior brother traveled to ancient times, he would only be able to write songs, choreograph, and occasionally write limericks. It seems that he would only be a son-in-law. Senior brother should not know how to fight or invent anything."
"I don't understand. I don't know how to invent perfume or soap, let alone refining pig iron to invent pistols and cannons. The most I can do is imitate Liu Yong who lived in a brothel and became a low-class writer of poems, lyrics, songs, and choreographers."
"What about you? What can you do when you travel through ancient times? Feel about yourself?"
"I would like to be a great general or a great knight, but I guess the most likely scenario is a singer or a dancer in a brothel."
"Have you never thought about traveling through time and becoming a princess or queen?"
"If I don't have this ability, and I'm not good at palace fighting, I can't survive more than two episodes as a queen and concubine."
"In this case, if we can all travel back to ancient times, I will write and choreograph songs for you, and you will sing and perform. But ancient times can't compare with modern times. Now we can live very well like this and still be big stars. If we really sang and danced in ancient times, The fate may be tragic.”
"So it's better to go to modern times. Why travel to ancient times? But you can read the novels. If I really want to travel, I don't want to go to ancient times."
"Traveling to modern times, a different world, parallel time and space?" Xia Haoyang smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Yes, this should be good. The living habits and knowledge of both worlds should be enough for a comfortable life."
"That's true. In fact, I traveled from another world."
"Yes, you were 185cm tall and 140cm in weight in the original time and space. You were so handsome, as you said." Zeng Jingyi said perfunctorily.
"That's right, I used to have such a good figure. I drool when I think about it."
"You said that when people in this world die, they actually travel to other time and space? For example, Sister Wanqi?" Zeng Jingyi said softly.
Suddenly Xia Haoyang felt as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, his expression a little unnatural, "Why did you mention Wanqi suddenly?"
"sorry!"
"No, I'm sorry. Alas, actually I dreamed about Wanqi last night. It was the first time since my death." Xia Haoyang said softly.
"Senior brother, I said I don't mind, but why do you suddenly dream about Sister Wanqi? People say that what you think about every day is what you dream about at night. Have you never dreamed about it before?"
"I haven't dreamed about her before, and I haven't thought of her recently. I don't know why I dreamed about her last night, and I dreamed about Wanqi getting married."