"Brother, brother, I'm kidding you, we're like the people who eat overlord's meal!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately took it from his heart and pretended to be a grandson to a bald strong man with his thigh thickness on his arm.

The bald man looked at a few people and said categorically, "Pay first." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded hurriedly and agreed, and obediently scanned the code to pay.

The waiter's sister "snorted", scolded again, and followed the bald man back to the store with a high spirit.

Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the two of them walking away, so he crossed his waist and pretended to be majestic: "You are the one who is dead! Actually, I am an actor! If you have to call me a trick, please don't add the word 'death' in front of it!"

"I know! This is the classic line in Zhou Xingxing's "I Raise You"!" Wan Peng said loudly.

Zhang Xiaoqiang nodded with satisfaction, put his hands on his knees, and sat back in the chair domineeringly.

"Brother, remember, when others are salted fish, we must not look down on ourselves, otherwise we will really be no different from a salted fish. ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang hugged Huang Fannai, drank the beer in the cup, and said a little drunk.

Huang Fannai was stunned and asked, "But, perhaps...... I'm really just a salted fish......"

"How can it be, even if it's a pair of underwear or a piece of toilet paper, it has its use!" Zhang Xiaoqiang immediately encouraged.

"I know!"

Wan Peng raised his hand and shouted, only to find that everyone looked at him with caring eyes, silently put down his hand, and whispered, "This is still from Zhou Xingxing's movie, and it is the line in "Domestic 007", ......"

Speaking of Huang Fannai, he was deeply inspired by the "salted fish theory", took out his mobile phone, opened the photo album, and put it on the table.

"This is an oil painting I painted not long ago when I was collecting wind in Jiangnan, and you can give me your opinions. ”

A painter invites everyone to give their opinions on their work, which is a serious artistic discussion.

Even the most unobtrusive Zhang Xiaoqiang cleaned the oil on his fingers, lit up the screen with his ring finger, and everyone came close to watch it.

Well......

After reading it, Wei Baichen rubbed his eyes, and was silent like Zhang and Wan.

"How's that? Tell me about the shortcomings, and criticize them. ”

Huang Fannai's eyes swept over the three of them, waiting for their evaluation

"Brother, I've got something to say, you painting-"

Zhang Xiaoqiang said halfway, touched the pocket of his jeans, took out half a pack of red double happiness, and took out a stick and put it in his mouth: "Your painting, it should be a good painting, but it's a pity that I didn't understand it, let's listen to the opinions of Brother Dabai and Pengda." ”

Huang Fannai watched him do a complete set of movements, but when he heard this noncommittal answer, he was faintly disappointed, and then rekindled his expectations and looked at the other two.

Wan Peng saw Zhang Xiaoqiang light the cigarette, began to spit out the smoke rings, and met Huang Fannai's expectant gaze hard, squeezing out a smile:

"Brother Fannai, I dropped out of high school in my second year of high school, my education level is very low, and I don't know anything about painting. You just put the real Van Gogh in front of me, and I can't say anything, just know that guy cut off his ears and drank alcohol......"

Huang Fannai saw that Wan Pengda was getting more and more off-topic, and he didn't have the patience to listen anymore, so he added wine to Wei Baichen, and solemnly put the cup in front of him:

"Brother Wei, you have the highest level of education, you can tell me. You say it directly, don't have scruples, I want to hear the truth. If it's true that I don't have artistic talent, as others say, then I'll admit it. From now on, I burned my brushes and pads as firewood and never painted again. ”

In the past two years, Huang Fannai has been running tricks in the vertical shop to save money, as soon as he saves enough money, he goes out to collect wind and paint, and when the money is spent, he comes back to run tricks, and the cycle continues, but few people appreciate his paintings.

Like those who didn't become stars, his heart was a little cold.

Seeing that he was talking deflated, Zhang Xiaoqiang put the cigarette between his index finger and middle finger, scratched his head and said: "Hey, don't say such depressing words, you really accept your fate to be a salted fish?

"That's it, that's it! I'm low in culture and can't speak, so tell me about it!"

Wan Pengda, like Zhang Xiaoqiang, both threw the problem to Wei Baichen.

Wei Baichen looked at Huang Fannai's depressed self-doubting expression, smiled, and reached out to pick up a skewer of roast chicken wings: "What's the matter, our great painter? Isn't it to surpass Van Gogh and Monet? ”

Huang Fannai raised his head and looked up at him.

Wei Baichen bit the slightly scorched wingtips in his mouth, chewed them, and continued: "Actually, I don't know how to paint, especially impressionism, at most I just look at Western realist oil paintings——"

"Yes, yes, I also like to look at foreign paintings, and those people in the paintings are all bare, and they are always exciting!" Wan Pengda echoed.

"If you don't speak, you can die, you're always interrupted! Who doesn't like to look at that kind of painting, I want you to say it!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang angrily scolded his fellow countryman, rolled his eyes at him, and Wan Peng muttered, not daring to speak again.

Wei Baichen said, "Anyway, after reading your paintings, I will just say one sentence - quite tasteful!"

As he spoke, he spat out the small bones at the tips of his wings.

"Yes, yes, Brother Dabai is right! Pengda, don't you say?"

Zhang Xiaoqiang echoed and gave Wan Peng, who was munching on mutton skewers, a big kick.

"Yes, yes, I think so too!"

Wan Pengda nodded hurriedly, then bent down to pat the dirty footprints on his pants.

"Thank you, I toast you, dry!"

Huang Fannai raised his glass, drank the beer dry, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve happily.

"Okay!

"!"

"A mouthful!"

......

This night, at this small vertical barbecue stall, four people with very different personalities encouraged each other and said deceitful nonsense.

Did someone believe it stupidly? Wei Baichen didn't know, and he didn't want to ask.

It was four o'clock in the morning of the next day.

At the entrance of the actor service department, two buses were parked, and a group leader called "Brother Li" called people by name at the door of the car.

"Yang Fengfeng! Are you here?"

"It's coming!"

"Get on the bus, next, Xiong Chumo? Hey, that's an interesting name. ”

"Brother Li, just call me Chumo next time......" a long-haired girl said shyly.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and get in the car! Zhang Yuge! Well, Zhang Yuge?

"It's coming, Brother Li, I'm sorry I didn't hear it just now. ”

"Behind your ears, are you deaf from dynamite? Come on, get in the car!"

"History ......"

......

Brother Li's roll call continued, and after a while, the seats for the group performance were vacant, and a few people didn't know what the reason was, so they couldn't report at the assembly point.

"There are still four fighters missing, and 175 and above are preferred!"

As soon as he finished speaking, people who had not received the notice immediately surrounded him and began to grab the role:

"Brother Li, choose me!

"I'm 178!"

"Brother Li, I have played a soldier in the TV series "Three Battalion Commanders"! I have let go of the cannon!

......

"You, and that tall one! yes, you're a painter, too! That's your friend? Come on!"

Brother Li obviously knew Huang Fannai, and the relationship between the two seemed to be good, and with his light, Wei Baichen got on the bus smoothly.

Huang Fannai took over the play, was in a good mood, and began to talk to Wei Baichen:

"Brother Li and I came to the store together, and he also shared a house with me for a while, he has a good brain, knows how to do things, and has always taken care of me after becoming the head of the group.

By the way, this kind of notification method where no one else came, and everyone waited to pick up the work, has a special name in the vertical store, called picking up pigeons......"