Song Pingguo has always known that only children who are favored by God and do not have bleeding gums lightly are qualified to gnaw apples so freely.

Under a green tile roof full of Republic of China style in Hengdian Film and Television City, a tall Qing Dynasty palace maid squatted with long hands and long feet, her flag head was crooked, her upper body was leaning against the wall, her legs were pitifully shrunk so as not to block passers-by, one hand rested on her knees, and the other hand held a half-red and half-yellow apple.

Song Pingguo felt that this was her dessert after dinner, because there was already an empty plastic lunch box that had been eaten clean at her feet.

Song Pingguo and her small truck full of lunch boxes are less than three meters away from this palace maid with a good appetite, they are in front of two walls at the corner of the house, if this palace maid gets up and leaves without looking at the apple after eating the apple, she will immediately stage a corner with Song Pingguo's truck to meet love.

It was June, the weather was so dry that people couldn't eat, it was almost noon, Song Pingguo didn't feel hungry, opened a box lunch and hesitated for a while, then closed the lid and put it back.

Then she began to watch the palace maid eat.

All the people in the world who can eat are divided into two kinds, one is "I feel full when I watch him eat" and the other is "I feel hungry when I watch him eat".

This maid belongs to the latter.

She wiped the apple casually with her sleeve and brought it to her mouth to bite into it with a crisp click. Before the first bite had been chewed, the apple was brought to his mouth again, and it was neatly nibbled along the first tooth mark.

There are regular and serious movements, which are always fascinating. Song Pingguo unconsciously watched the palace maid finish eating the apple, threw the apple core into the empty lunch box and stuffed it into the trash, and walked towards her.

"Here's a boxed lunch." The palace maid lifted the cheongsam palace dress on her body high, took out a napkin from the ordinary clothes she was wearing and wiped her hands, "It's a big row." ”

Song Pingguo went to the truck to get a large row of rice and handed it to her, she took it and leaned into the corner of the wall, pulling out the disposable chopsticks tied to the lunch box by a cowhide band.

A layer of lettuce was laid at the bottom of the disposable plastic lunch box, which was stuffy and wilted a little inside the box, but this did not affect the palace maid's appetite at all, she used chopsticks to pull the lettuce out of the bottom, like a rabbit eating vegetable leaves, and bit the lettuce leaves into her mouth little by little.

Song Pingguo drew a cross pattern on the big row in advance, and slapped it with the back of a knife to make the meat of the big row easier to bite, but at this moment, Song Pingguo was not sure whether this was her own pre-preparation process that played a role, or whether this palace maid's teeth were too powerful, and half of the big row was killed by her in an instant.

Then she used her chopsticks to stir the gravy of the rice and the large ribs, brought the plastic lunch box to her mouth, lifted the lunch box slightly, and began to pick up the rice in her mouth.

To tell the truth, it was the first time that Song Pingguo had seen someone who could cook rice so gracefully, she drank all the rice mixed with gravy into her mouth as if she was serving a bowl of soup.

Then she licked her lips unsatisfactorily and walked up to Song Pingguo.

"I've been in Hengdian for three months, and I've eaten all the big ribs here, and every one of them has no gravy, and some of them are dry like sawdust, and every bite I feel like a dead pig is roaring at the chef." The palace maid commented solemnly, "But you are different from them! Your big rib has a soul! ”

This sudden loud shout attracted the people around to look here, and Song Pingguo silently turned her head, not wanting to accept these burning eyes that seemed to be looking at a neuropathy.

"Don't say it, I'm so impressed." The palace maid rummaged over her body for a long time, and finally found a crumpled ten-yuan yuan, slapped it hard in Song Pingguo's hand, held her hand and shook it vigorously, "No need to look for it!" ”

"Uh......" Song Pingguo looked at the ten yuan, "Twelve yuan for a large box of rice." ”

"Does Qianlong Tongbao accept it?"

"Guess."

"Just kidding." The palace maid slapped the two coins in Song Pingguo's hand, "Come, twelve." ”

Looking at her distant back, Song Pingguo couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in her heart, she rubbed the worn-out ten yuan in her hand, looked at the light to confirm whether it was a □□, and then sighed from the bottom of her heart-

"This man is insane!"

When the palace maid visited Song Pingguo's lunch stall for the second time that night, Song Pingguo was just about to close the stall.

"Anything else?" She glanced at the empty compartment of Song Pingguo's pickup truck, and squatted down against the wall with a disappointed face, tearing the leaf in her hand that she didn't know where to rip it off.

Her face was full of loneliness. This kind of look is very common on the streets of Hengdian at night, some because they are tired, some realize that they have passed another day without progress, and some do not want to give up but cannot pay the rent for the next month...... In short, it's all because of the uncertainty of the future.

"Well, I'll give it to you." Song Pingguo opened the driver's door and picked up the cold rice from the seat - it was still left at noon, "Give ten yuan." ”

The palace maid took out ten yuan from under her palace clothes and stuffed it to Song Pingguo with difficulty, took the big row of rice and leaned against the wall and began to eat.

Song Pingguo saw that she was eating with relish, and she also felt a little hungry, but she was always embarrassed to come back, so she had to take out the apples left with the lunch box, and the folding fruit knife in her pocket.

"You're a student on vacation to be a group performer? Or do you want to be a star in the future? Or do you think it's fun to experience it? In order to prevent unnecessary embarrassment, Song Pingguo let her guess cover almost all the reasons.

"I want to be a star." The palace maid's answer was more straightforward than she expected.

Since she said so, Song Pingguo couldn't restrain herself from looking at her appearance.

From an objective point of view, on the road to fame for this palace maid, her appearance must be a huge stumbling block. She is actually not very ugly, quite in line with the public's aesthetics, and she will not drown in the sea of people if she is thrown into the entertainment industry, but there is a fatal problem that this person is a powerful face blindness identifier.

You can't remember her face.

It stands to reason that such an impressive thing happened at noon, Song Pingguo stared at her for a long time, not to mention that she should have a vague impression of her appearance completely, but when she reappeared at night, Song Pingguo recognized her completely by her clothes, and had no impression of her face at all.

But

"You haven't been selling lunch boxes for a long time, haven't you?" The palace maid picked up the apple and threw it into her mouth, "I haven't seen you before." ”

"It's only been three days." Song Pingguo counted the days in her heart, "Today is the third day, and I haven't had time to see the life of Hengdian." ”

"Where did Hengdian come from, there are two states of life. Some people eat to live, and some live to eat. The palace maid shrugged her shoulders, "I'm the latter." ”

You can see it. Song Pingguo thought silently.

"What's your name?" Song Pingguo took out her mobile phone from her pocket, "I'll give you my mobile phone number, you can call me in advance and let me leave it for you in the future." ”

"My name is Raichu." Raichu stood up from the ground and thrashed his two squatting numb legs, "The mound of thunder hills of thunder and lightning." ”

"My name is Pikachu." Song Pingguo couldn't help but sigh that the world is really declining, and the people are not ancient, and there is no basic trust between people.

Lei Qiu was particularly skillful in taking out her actor card from her pocket and holding it up in front of Song Pingguo's eyes, and the word Lei Qiu was really printed on it.

"My father's surname is Lei, my mother's surname is Qiu, it's really not my fault. What about you, what is your name? Lei Qiu dialed Song Pingguo's phone, "I wrote down the number." ”

"My name is Song Pingguo."

“…… Don't make a fuss, I'll give you pears. ”

Song Pingguo obviously didn't encounter this question for the first time, and she was very skillful in opening her driver's license to show Lei Chu her name.

Lei Qiu and Song Pingguo stared at each other on the streets of Hengdian at night, and couldn't help but have a feeling of meeting a bosom friend in the mountains and rivers.

So they continued to nibble on apple steak lunches and talk about life by the way.

After an in-depth conversation, Song Pingguo found that her opinion of Lei Qiu was too superficial, she was not only a neurotic, but also a maverick neurotic.

For the three-month experience in Hengdian, Lei Qiu's memories are all targeted, without remembering what she played when she was a group performer for the first time, she can still remember what the first boxed lunch was, and spent ten minutes with Song Pingguo to analyze in detail how the braised chicken nuggets failed, and how hard the rice in the boxed lunch was......

Song Pingguo tried hard to restrain herself from shouting at her: "Why do you want to be an actor? Acting is simply the most difficult profession in the world to eat well! ”

The consequence of this maverick way of talking is that Lei Qiu already knows where Song Pingguo's hometown is, how many people in the family are, how much they can sell in a day, and what app they use to listen to songs, while Song Pingguo only knows that Lei Qiu's favorite food is chicken wings.

"Congratulations." She finally found a chance to end the topic, "Tomorrow's main dish is braised chicken wings, you don't have to worry, I'll leave you a box in advance." ”

Raichu shook hands with her excitedly: "I want two boxes." Oh yes, I'm going to play a small supporting role in the new crew tomorrow, and the director is an acquaintance of mine, and he said that he would try to get it all done in the morning, but judging by the scene, I might come later. ”

Playing a small supporting role with a lot of scenes, the director is so familiar with her that he is willing to help her work overtime and finish filming all in the morning, and she has only been in Hengdian for three months, Song Pingguo couldn't help but ask her: "Then what were you sad about just now?" ”

Raichu blinked blankly.

"Because the lunch box is gone."