"Well, yes, I bought some oranges. ”

Huang Fannai handed Wei Baichen a box of slightly yellow oranges, and held the slightly greener box in his hand.

Wei Baichen took the orange, thanked him, put the box on the table, and thought: Hey, I just bought oranges......

Huang Fannai looked embarrassed, slowly tore open the plastic wrap of his box of oranges, but his eyes kept skimming to the table.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not hungry for a while. ”

"Oh......"

Wei Baichen couldn't help but laugh, he had never cared about the sensitive emotions of a male compatriot like this.

After a while, Uncle Stinky Feet woke up and relaxed his feet again, still familiar with the recipe and the familiar taste.

At this time, Wei Baichen cut the plastic wrap, took out an orange and sniffed it, squeezed Huang Fannai's eyes, and said with a smile: "Thank you! Actually, I like to eat oranges." ”

Of course, Huang Fannai knew what he meant, smiled and nodded, peeled off the orange petals and ate them.

The speed of the train is not slow, and the driver should be an experienced veteran driver, and the arrival time is very accurate.

At 00:15, the train arrived at Yima Station on time.

The familiar saxophone music sounded, and the song of "Back to the Village" was melodious and tactful, but it did not fit the occasion.

At least for Wei Baichen and Huang Fannai, that's the case.

Since they were going to Zhudian Film and Television City, they naturally went together.

When he approached the car door, Huang Fannai, who was carrying a painting clip, suddenly glanced back.

"What, you left something behind?" asked Wei Baichen.

"No, no. Huang Fannai hurriedly replied.

"Then get off the bus quickly, find a nearby hotel to rest, and then take the bus to Jidian tomorrow morning." ”

"Oh, okay. ”

Huang Fannai's answer was always a little absent-minded.

Wei Baichen felt strange, but didn't ask much.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, he heard a familiar shouting and scolding: "Who? Who dares to kick Lao Tzu's shoes under the seat, so that Lao Tzu will be easy to find!"

When Wei Baichen heard this, he gloated, looked at Huang Fannai, and found that he was pretending to be nothing, but his chaotic eyes had already revealed the joy in his heart.

Hey, this person can't be good-looking, I didn't expect him to be a wilted guy too! This kind of "Sven scum" approach is simply so relieving!

Wei Baichen glanced back again, wanting to see Uncle Stinky Feet' angry appearance, but found that the bear child was holding his mother's hand and pointing at him: "Dad, could it be that the eldest brother who drank the milk of the cub did it?"

Well, this bear kid still remembers this stubble.

Wei Baichen saw that Uncle Stinky Feet was also looking this way, and hurriedly quickened his pace and slipped away.

One of them was carrying a painting clip, and the other was dragging a trolley suitcase, and they had just come out of the station.

Many people who have been squatting at the train station all the year round and specialize in passenger business have taken the initiative to pull business.

"Hey, young man, do you want to stay in a hotel?80 a night, hot water, air conditioning, wifi, everything. ”

"Two little brothers, where are you going in the middle of the night? Stay nearby for one night, and then leave tomorrow morning! Our bright red hotel is next to the station, I'll take you there?"

"Hehe, 100 a night, more expensive than them, but the expensive service is good, do you want to go? ”

The first two are aunts, and the latter is a skinny man with a large gold chain, about his early thirties.

Wei Baichen walked forward without looking back, he had an instinctive rejection of the hotel near the station, and the source of this emotion was this group of solicitors.

Huang Fannai followed behind Wei Baichen and was not bewitched by the first two, but when he heard the inch-headed man mention "good service", he asked stupidly, "What's good?"

This question was entangled, and the flat-headed man thought they were excited, and introduced as he walked behind them: "This benefit, you have to experience it yourself, if my brother explains it to you, it will be too vulgar......!

This person kept babbling and talking, playing all kinds of side balls, but he didn't directly say that the service was good, which made Huang Fannai stunned.

Later, Wei Baichen was so annoyed by the inch head that he refused categorically, and booked two more single rooms on the Internet, and the inch head man scolded and left, complaining that they were wasting time.

"Brother Wei, do you understand what he means, what's the difference between his hotel?" Huang Fannai was still struggling with this question.

Let's put it this way, art comes from life, and there is life. ”

Wei Baichen threw out a sentence without being salty, let him think about it by himself, opened the mobile phone map and started navigation, looking for the "8 Days Hotel" booked online.

The navigation voice is constantly broadcasting——

"If you pass through the train crossing in front of you and can't hit the train, please get out of the way!"

"Passing through the village ahead, there is Xiaofang in the village!"

"Turn right!"

......

Driven by patriotic feelings, Wei Baichen changed the navigation voice from Sister Zhiling to Lao Guo, and then, this navigation seemed to be very broken, but it was also very happy.

Huang Fannai followed behind him, without saying a word, still pondering the relationship between "life" and "art", and sighed after a long time: "It seems that I still have to experience life more, for the sake of art." ”

“......”

Wei Baichen rolled his eyes, this guy wouldn't really want to experience it, would he?

Huang Fannai sighed, and then asked Wei Baichen: "Brother Wei, I feel that you have a lot of life, or you can tell me about it!"

Talk about your sister......

Also, what the hell is it that calls me "Brother Wei"...... That's not a nice name......

Wei Baichen ignored him and continued to look for a way.

Finally found the hotel, the two went back to their rooms to rest, and Wei Baichen's ghost envoy almost opened the [Acting Special Training] and started a new round of self-destruction.

This time, the role he played was very interesting, it was the classic sketch "Eating Noodles", which was different from the original non-physical performance, this time the difficulty was reduced a lot, it was a real ......

Early the next morning, the two of them found a nearby breakfast stall to eat, Huang Fannai ordered a bowl of pickled vegetables and shredded pork noodles, Wei Baichen was nauseated, and the relatives who ate the two steamed buns - the meat filling of the buns was pitiful.

Yima is close to Zhudian, and most of the horizontal drifting is to Yima Railway Station first, and then transfer to a direct bus of 20 yuan a trip to Zhudian Film and Television City.

Wei Baichen and Huang Fannai were not excluded, as soon as they arrived at the vertical store, Huang Fannai led the way, introducing him as he went.

The store is a city.

It is the largest film and television shooting base in Asia, since its completion in 1996, it has received more than 10,000 crews, and two or three hundred crews come to film every year, with a complete industrial chain, attracting more than 30,000 people to chase their dreams.

Of course, Wei Baichen's interest is not in the historical background, but in the group performances that pass by on the street-

The "dusty woman" wearing a cheongsam with a high slit walked together with the hungry "aunt" wearing a thick cotton suit and a dirty face......

An "emperor" wearing a dragon robe and a crown on his head is swallowing clouds and spitting fog with an "anti-Japanese fighter......

There are also a few strange-looking skeleton soldiers, who gather together to play cards, and the noise is constantly ......

The seasons, time and space, are all blurred here.

"Brother Wei, I'll go to the old landlord to rent a room later, write your name by the way, and then let's take the rental agreement and apply for a temporary residence permit——"

Suddenly, Huang Fannai paused, his eyes staring straight ahead, and then shyly averted his gaze.

Well?

Wei Baichen went to look at it.

In fact, it's nothing, there is a team of female group performers, all about twenty years old, playing the role of palace maids.

To be precise, she played the role of a palace maid in the Tang Dynasty......

Don't ask Wei Baichen how he knows, because "obviously......

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