Xu Jinglei probably didn't resist the old lady's enthusiasm and was pulled over.

Five people, eight dishes, is considered a sumptuous meal.

Liu Qiang first picked up the wine glass and said, "Xiao Di, I have to respect you for this glass of wine." I'm not around as a son, thanks to you helping my mom that day. ”

Di Yun quickly stood up, picked up the wine and touched him and said, "The righteousness that should be, the righteousness that should be." Then he drank it all.

The wine is good wine, soft but not spicy, a glass of belly, the whole body is warm. After sitting down, Di Yun smiled at Xu Jinglei beside him, "Why don't you have a cup too?" ”

Xu Jinglei glanced at him and ignored him, and the other three all laughed.

"It's better for girls not to drink." The old lady added a piece of pork ribs to Xu Jinglei's bowl and said.

"Thank you, Mr. Liu." She knew that the old lady was a teacher before, so she stopped calling her grandmother and changed her name.

"Thank you, don't be restrained, just be in your own home." Maybe it's because my son is at home today, maybe it's because the old man likes to be lively, and the old lady is very happy today.

Until now, Xu Jinglei was still a little inexplicable about this meal, she didn't say much, and occasionally interjected a few sentences, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Xiao Di, are you in film school?" The brazier and the wine to warm up the body were a little hot, Liu Qiang loosened the button of the suit and asked.

"Hey, I'm a junior this year." Di Yun threw a piece of pork ribs with some minced meat to the fate of Sahuan under the table, and replied.

"Zhang Jianya, have you heard of it?"

"Nope." Di Yun thought about it, and had no impression in his mind at all, so he replied very carelessly.

Xu Jinglei next to her flashed a hint of surprise, and kicked Di Yun's leg under the table.

Barking...

Xiao Yuan, who was happily gnawing on the bones, was frightened and screamed twice.

"Don't kick your feet, fate is still below." Di Yun said something inexplicably.

Old man Liu tapped him a few times with chopsticks, as if he hated iron and could not become steel. The smile on the old lady's face looked mysterious.

Xu Jinglei's cheeks flushed instantly, and she lowered her head, estimating that if there was a crack on the ground, she could get into it, and she couldn't wait to find a needle to sew someone's mouth together. A hand reached over and twisted it his waist.

This time, Di Yun learned to be obedient, and the hand holding the vegetables just paused, and continued to hold a lotus root slice and put it in his mouth as if nothing happened. After chewing a few times, he asked, "Who is Zhang Jianya?" ”

Liu Qiang shook his head with a smile: "It's a director, a very famous director." Have you watched "The Story of Sanmao in the Army"? ”

This time it was Di Yun's turn to blush for his ignorance, "The Story of Sanmao in the Army" is a film that the school has organized to watch, and it has become popular all over the country.

Liu Qiang continued: "Some time ago, I did business for him, and I had some favors. I heard that he is going to make a new film after the opening year, so I'll go back and ask you if he still has a role. ”

If you don't talk about why Chinese people like to talk about things at the table, if you have some wine and create some atmosphere, people will be easy to be happy, and when you are happy, you will be easy to leak feelings. Regardless of whether you can get a role in the end, as long as people open their mouths, they have to admit this feeling.

"Then thank you, Brother Qiang." Di Yun raised his glass, "Come, I'll toast you." ”

At ten o'clock, the guests and hosts were happy, Di Yun and Xu Jinglei went out of the house together, followed by a bulging belly.

Originally, Di Yun thought that after the girl went out, she would not know herself, and turned back to her room, but she stopped and asked, "Do you want to act in dramas?" ”

"Drama?"

"New Year's party."

"Do you still have to rehearse?" Di Yun asked.

"Can you act without rehearsal?" The girl gave him another roll of the eye.

If I hadn't picked up Lao Jia's play at noon today, I would definitely have nodded and agreed like a chicken pecking rice, but I promised Lao Jia at noon, and the schedule was a little unadjustable. Hehe, schedule.

Said regretfully: "Forget it, my side..."

Before he could finish speaking, the girl pursed her lips, picked up fate and turned to leave.

"Hey, listen to me..."

Syllable! The door closed.

"There's a big deal..."Di Yun touched his nose and turned back to his room.

took a shower, didn't rush to bed, and took out the script of "Xiaoshan Comes Home". Although I have some resentment about this script, I can't break my promise to others, which is a matter of credibility.

Wang Xiaoshan is a cook, with messy hair, walking on the street with his hands on his sleeves, looking like a migrant worker. The main thing is to show the image of dissatisfaction with the desire to go out of the hill to find a companion who goes home with him.

Di Yun sketched a scene in his mind, and it didn't feel difficult. Put on your coat that was stained with coal dust and had not been washed, and stood in front of the mirror with her hands folded in her sleeves. shrunk his neck, his body was a little shorter, and the light in his eyes was a little more dizzy, and he was like a migrant worker.

Although this is a private film shot by a director who has just entered the industry, and it has not been paid yet, but this is also his first movie in the real sense, when Donald Boss's subordinates don't count, he doesn't even have a line, so he is still very concerned about this book, and he studied it for most of the night, and made sure that there was no problem, and he went to bed after he could take it down.

The next day, Saturday, was cloudy.

Di Yun's biological clock was very punctual, he woke up at seven o'clock, and hummed and practiced boxing in the yard in short sleeves for a while before entering the house to wash. Leave the house on time at half past eight.

Jia Zhangke was already waiting at the school gate, with two men and two women beside him.

Seeing him coming, he introduced: "This is Di Yun from the acting department." Then he introduced him, "This is Wang Hongwei from our class, filming with me, this is Zhu Liqin, this is Zhou Xiaomin, this is Yao Sheng." Wait a little longer, and one more person will come. ”

Di Yun took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth and asked, "Do any of you want to smoke?" ”

Everyone else shook their heads, but Jia Zhangke stretched out his hand: "Follow me." ”

Perhaps he was a little excited about the start of filming of the first movie, Jia Zhangke's hand trembled slightly, and he wasted several matches before lighting it.

Di Yun can understand this mood, and he has also been. When I entered the bathing center for the first time in my previous life, I was like this, and my excited heart seemed to jump out of my chest, no less than a candle night in the cave room.

Ten minutes later, a girl in a down jacket came in a hurry. Di Yun, who had been cultivated by the concepts of later generations, first looked at a pair of slender and slender legs, then his chest, then his face, and finally turned his head slightly in disappointment.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was delayed for a while." The girl hastened to apologize.

"It's fine." Jia Zhangke made a brief introduction, this is Feng Keke, a third-year art department in the college, who came to help with makeup. ”

After the outrageously simple crew arrived, Wang Hongwei led a group of people to go to the rented house to make up first, while Jia Zhangke and Di Yun found a barber shop.

When he came out, he turned into a big bald head, and the wind blew on it and it was cold to the bottom of my heart.

"Hey, that's a dedication to art." Di Yun sighed as he touched his bare head.

Jia Zhangke patted him on the shoulder and said, "This love has been recorded." ”

In a small house of less than 20 square meters, it was already past ten o'clock after putting on makeup. Di Yun had an extra set of long hair on his head, longer than his hair two weeks ago, and he didn't know what was smeared on it, it looked greasy, as if he hadn't washed his hair for more than two months, and it still smelled.

Di Yun endured his nausea and started the first shot.

It can be regarded as a true character. With his sleeves caged and his cigarette smoking, he wandered the streets of the capital, waiting for someone. Walking back and forth, standing up and sitting down, anxious and decadent.

It took seven or eight minutes for Lao Jia to stop, beckoned and said, "Xiaoyun, come and see." ”

Di Yun leaned over to the camera and looked very carefully.

The capital in the ninety-five years in the lens is very plain. The overcast sky, the dusty streets, and the noisy motor vehicles and bicycles are depressing. The long dirty hair of the male protagonist Xiaoshan, who has his hands on his sleeves and his neck shrunch, covers half of his depressed and decadent face, and the cigarette in his mouth is very fierce.

Di Yun seemed to see himself in his previous life, and the taste in his heart was complicated and difficult to understand.

"Good."

"Okay, that's over." Jia Zhangke was still in the excitement of directing for the first time, didn't pay attention to his feelings, waved his hand and said, "Change the next scene." ”

This was the first day of filming Xiaoshan's home. The small crew shuttled to all corners of the capital by bus, pursuing the dream of youth with embarrassment and passion.

People who have dreams are probably very desperate, and they have been busy until nearly ten o'clock before packing up their things and going home. Di Yun didn't wear that wig, and bought himself a hat on the way. It is said that this hat is called "dog ears" because the brim on both sides can be lowered to protect the ears, making it look like a dog's ears.

"Wang..."

The lights in the courtyard had all been extinguished, and only Xiao Fate found him and placed it in front of him with a shoe as if he were offering a treasure.

"Hey, you guy." Di Yun lifted it up and put it in his arms to warm his hands, then picked up his shoes and walked to the opposite door with light feet, and threw them under the door.

"It's not allowed to do this again, do you hear?" whispered a few words.

Xiao Yuan looked at him with flashing eyes, not knowing if he understood or not.

Di Yun thought about it and carried fate back to his room, this is just stealing a shoe, it's not a big problem, if you steal other more sensitive things, then it's a lot of fun.

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