In the living room of Guo Baochang's house, the hot pot on the pineapple wood table that looked like it was old was steaming, Song Zheng and Guo Baochang were sitting opposite each other, and Liu Gege was busy preparing dishes for the old and young in the kitchen.

"Uncle, let's go!" Song Zheng looked at Guo Baochang with a smile with a wine glass, in front of Old Man Guo, he was still the same young man as he was back then, and he did not lose the momentum of an entertainment tycoon today.

"I'm still afraid of you!" Old Man Guo picked up his wine glass, touched it with Song Zheng, and then dried up.

After drinking, the two men took chopsticks and began to grab meat in the hot pot.

"Where's the meat!?"

"Here we go!"

Liu Gege walked out with a plate of freshly cut mutton, and Song Zheng didn't wait for the plate to be placed on the table, so he put a pair of chopsticks in the hot pot and shook it up.

Seeing this, Guo Baochang said with a disgusted face: "Hey, boy, you are a hungry wolf, haven't you eaten for a few days?"

Song Zheng picked up a piece of mutton with chopsticks and dipped it in a small bowl and stuffed it into his mouth: "How many days, since I started to work on the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, I haven't had a good meal, and I have such a big thunderbolt on my head, what can I eat to be fragrant, it's okay today, the first time I rehearsed, I can finally do something down-to-earth!"

Old Man Guo smiled: "You were all fooling around before!?"

Song Zheng picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said: "It's a bit of a crime to say that you're fooling around, but you really have to think about it, it's really nonsense, a bunch of commanders who don't understand understand, laymen point fingers, insiders have to listen like grandchildren, uncle, you say, is there such a truth in the world!?"

As soon as Song Zheng finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, Liu Gege hurriedly went to open the door, and before anyone came in, Song Zheng heard Siqin Gaowa's voice.

"Oops! But I'm freezing to death, why is it so cold outside! It's so quack, it's so cold that people's ears are going to fall off!"

Siqin Gaowa also arrived at the table as she spoke, sat opposite Liu Gege, and glanced at Song Zheng: "Mom has arrived, and I don't know how to pour me a glass of wine!"

How dare Song Zheng slack off, and give Siqin Gaowa a full face: "Godmother!

Siqin Gaowa responded with a smile, the two of them touched and drank, and the warm wine entered the stomach, and suddenly felt much warmer.

Old man Guo shouted on the side: "The second old lady is massive!"

Siqin Gaowa took the chopsticks and began to look for meat in the hot pot: "You are about to rest, with my amount of wine, how can I compare with you, I can say in advance, let Zhengzi accompany you to drink, I just eat!"

As soon as Siqin Gaowa arrived, the atmosphere immediately became more active, they were all people who loved to talk and laugh, and they were all so familiar that they didn't need to see each other at all, and the atmosphere was naturally better.

"Zhengzi, how have you been busy lately?"

"It's okay! It's all right, it's messy, the show is set, let's see the effect of the time!"

Siqin Gaowa was a little worried: "At the beginning, I advised you not to take this job, if you do it well, you will do it well, but if you don't do it well, it will stink for 10,000 years!"

When the Olympic Organizing Committee announced the list of directors for the opening ceremony, Siqin Gaowa called Song Zheng and persuaded him to push it if he could.

When Old Man Guo heard this, he said: "It's all here, can Zhengzi still be able to retreat?" Zhengzi, don't listen to your godmother, do it well, there is a place for your uncle, although it is said that the Chinese have been looking forward to the Olympics for more than half a century, and it is difficult to get to the doorstep, we may do it vigorously!"

Song Zheng smiled and said, "Uncle, godmother, aunt, don't worry, I know it in my heart!"

Soon a bottle of wine bottomed out, the four of them were not drunk at all, Guo Baochang hurriedly entered the house and took out another bottle, just looking at the color of the jar, he knew that there was a year.

"This is still when I was in Jiangxi, people gave it to me, there is a year of Shi Guogong, older than me, has never been willing to drink, today I am happy, open it!"

The wine jar was broken, and suddenly a strong aroma of wine spread throughout the house, and Siqin Gaowa, who had just said that she couldn't drink, suddenly came to her senses.

"Yo, this is a baby, I'm out of the way, I have to taste it even if I'm tall today!"

The four cups were full, and the old man Guo picked up the wine glass, brewed it first, and said: "Let's wish the New Year a good day, and then wish Zhengzi's opening ceremony a complete success!"

Song Zheng drank the wine in the cup, and the taste was gone, compared with this wine, the wine bought on the market now, no matter how high-end it was, had become an industrialized product.

"Uncle, I'm here to thank you, don't worry, the security office is vigorous, and those foreigners are shocked!"

Guo Baochang is an old and angry young man, a foreigner in his eyes, at best, is a two-legged sheep who can speak, since Song Zheng took over the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, the old man has called him a lot, the central idea is that we must raise the prestige of our country and deter those foreign hairs.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard Song Zheng's words, the old man laughed very happily, and after laughing, he suddenly remembered something, pointed at Siqin Gaowa and laughed: "Zhengzi! You want to shock all the foreigners, there is only one of us sitting at this table!"

Song Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Siqin Gaowa was a Swiss national, and he couldn't help laughing.

Good wine plus meeting the right person, three old and young, drinking more and more happy, full of wine and food, and making a cup of strong tea, not to mention how comfortable.

"Uncle, do you remember what I promised you, how is your script?"

Song Zheng is talking about the sequel to "Mansion Gate", after filming "Mansion Gate 1912", Mr. Guo did not have the idea of ending the story of the mansion, and kept writing the prequel to "Mansion Gate".

Song Zheng had also heard the old man say a few words before, as if he was planning to write the story of Bai Jingqi's great-grandfather, if there can be a descendant like Bai Jingqi, his ancestors must also be strange people.

Song Zhengke said a long time ago that when the time comes, he must act, not necessarily the leading actor, but he must play a role in it.

Listening to the old man tell such a long story about the house, Song Zheng has a plot, and he always feels that if he doesn't act, his acting career will be missing something.

Old man Guo smiled: "Don't worry, you are indispensable, as well as the second old lady and the third master, when the time comes, they all have to act, and no one can run!"

Siqin Gaowa hurriedly said: "We didn't even see the script, so we gave it to the crew, what kind of filming is this, isn't this a kidnapping!"

The four of them laughed again, and stayed at Guo Baochang's house until more than ten o'clock, when Song Zheng and Siqin Gaowa said goodbye and left, as soon as they walked out of the unit door, Song Zheng felt a cold on his face, and when he looked up, there were snowflakes floating outside.