After reading the contract, it was determined that there was no problem, and both parties signed it quickly.

After signing, Zhang Dabeard said with a smile: "The next film in our studio will be to shoot "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", so in the past two months, the script has been written first, as well as casting and scenes, and the preliminary work must be prepared." I handed over the script to Yu Min to be responsible, Xiao Zhang, you are the author, you have to help us do a good job of the script. ”

"Director Zhang is polite, this is the first time my novel has been adapted into a film and television drama, I attach more importance to it than anyone else, I hope that everyone can seek common ground while reserving differences, and strive to produce a good martial arts film."

"Yes, seek common ground while reserving differences." Zhang Dabeard touched the cup with Zhang Quanshun and said, "Quanshun, your son is not simple, I just treated him as a child, but now, I almost forgot that he is only seventeen years old, right, three years younger than my girl." ”

Zhang Quanshun was toasted by the people in the studio one by one, drank a lot of wine, and his tongue was a little bigger: "I can't even treat this kid as a son, sometimes I think he looks like Lao Tzu, old-fashioned, he writes novels when he says he writes novels, and he becomes famous when he says he is famous." I'm an old man, and the taste is inexplicable. ”

Zhao Jian gnawed on the chicken feet and said, "That's what you taught well." ”

Zhang Quanshun turned his eyes to look at Zhang Tan, who was slowly gnawing on the roast duck leg, although he said that he was compared to his son, but he was proud in his heart, and said modestly at the moment: "Alas, whatever I taught him, it was all taught well by the teacher." ”

Zhang Tan was actually a little embarrassed.

How old is a person, and it is really embarrassing to be praised like a child. But this is also helpless, who called him only seventeen years old. When you meet older people, you can socialize on an equal footing when you are working with each other. But when you have a dinner in private, you will inevitably have to pose as a junior.

I just pretended I couldn't hear it. Eat your own.

"The roast duck tastes really good."

One meal was eaten for two hours.

When the banquet was dismissed, Zhang Quanshun was already drunk.

Fortunately, Zhang Tan's body was completely opened, and he helped Zhang Quanshun into the hotel alone. This is a four-star hotel, Zhang Tan and Zhang Quanshun live in a room, Zhang Quanshun asked for it in order to save money.

left a note for his father, "I went out for a night view", and Zhang Tan left the hotel.

Come to the bizarre streets of Beiya.

This is the North Third Ring Road.

When Zhang Tan was on a business trip in his last life, he came to Beiqi once. But in a hurry, I left in a hurry and didn't go much shopping. For him, Bei Yan is still a place that fascinated him when he was a child, what does Bei Ya have, there is roast duck, there is the Great Wall, there is the Monument to the People's Heroes, there is Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City, and Grandpa Mao.

and Zhang Tan's longing for Beiqi Film Academy.

The streetlights lengthened and shortened his shadow, repeating the process over and over again.

Even at night.

You can still feel the summer heatwave.

Under the street lights. Among the pedestrians who came and went, there were quite a few beautiful women wearing shorts and T-shirts.

Here, at this moment, no one knows him.

So he put down his posture and walked with a figure-eight step. Admire the beauties passing by. The type of girl that Zhang Tan likes is the plump and stylish one. The reason why he is not interested in high school students is because high school students are thin like little radish heads. There is no ability to seduce. Bewitching his moving carcass. Body.

As the saying goes, a twenty-year-old guy looks at the face. Thirty years old look at the chest, forty or fifty old men look at the legs and waist.

Zhang Tan also passed the standard of looking at faces early.

"Huh. It's been two years since I was reborn unconsciously, and when I think about it, time flies. I merged with my young body very quickly, and I also merged with this society very quickly, and even sometimes, I felt that I was a person of this era. ”

may have drunk a little wine at night, and Zhang Tan suddenly sighed with emotion.

"Although it is still very insignificant, I also try to make my mark on this world."

Dangling.

I walked to an underground tunnel.

The bright fluorescent lamps make the underground passage as bright as day, and there are many pedestrians, who are paired in pairs.

There is a street singer inside, holding a guitar, one leg on the ground, one foot stretched back against the wall, shaking his long hair, singing in a hoarse and deep voice: "Summer and summer pass quietly and still miss you......"

He has a very good singing voice and excellent sound quality.

But the song "Pink Memories" was sung by him in a variety of dazzling ways.

Pedestrians retreated, and he was still self-righteous and intoxicated.

On the tip of the toe, there is a tin jar, and there are only a few tickets scattered in it.

Quite a failed street singer.

Zhang Tan walked over, he was also extremely bored, and he wanted to show his singing voice with an itchy voice: "Hey, brother, can you borrow me the guitar, I'll sing a song too." ”

The street singer shook his hair again and looked at Zhang Tan with disdain: "Where is the child, go aside, don't disturb my music creation." ”

Zhang Tan rolled his eyes, you are also called music creation, either singing sweet songs to horror or creation.

After thinking about it, he took out ten yuan from his pocket and put it in a tin jar: "Ten yuan, how about I sing a song?" ”

The street singer looked down and said disdainfully: "Cut, it's a bit of money, it's amazing, music can't be bought with money...... For you, I'll sing a song. ”

Disdainful in words, but not delayed in action, the street singer handed the guitar to Zhang Tan's hand. Then he bent down, picked up the ten dollars from the tin jar, and put them in his pocket.

"You should put a lot of money in a jar, so that others will think that you sing well and someone will cheer you on. Only keep a small piece of five cents, who is rare about you. Zhang Tan couldn't help but teach a little business experience.

"Do I still need you to say?" The street singer said angrily, "Hurry up and finish singing, don't delay my music creation." ”

As he spoke, he obediently put three crumpled ten yuan from his pocket and put them in a tin jar.

Zhang Tan just shook his head and smiled.

He was just in high spirits and came over to play the guitar and sing.

Dangdangdang.

Fingers on the guitar, casually plucking the strings. Try pitch.

The street singer next to him said angrily: "Do you know how to play the guitar?" ”

Zhang Tan ignored him.

Instead, he was holding the guitar. Adjust your state and watch as you walk by. But the passerby, who was not interested in this side at all, slowly played the guitar.

The melody that was familiar to him but unfamiliar to others came out slowly.

After a short prelude, Zhang Tan opened his mouth and began to sing.

"That's the person I love day and night, how can I express it, will she accept me?"

The crisp and clean singing voice shocked the disdainful street singer in his eyes.

This is a song that can be deeply captivating from the first line.

"Maybe never to say that to her. I am destined to wander the world, how can I have concerns. ”

Singing songs, Zhang Tan seemed to recall the laughter and scolding life in his previous life.

Even a small person has his own loves, hatreds and dreams.

The passers-by who were about to float directly by, three girls were very close, heard the singing, and suddenly turned their heads in surprise and found Zhang Tan who was playing and singing.

Stopped and continued to listen to Zhang Tan's singing.

Zhang Tan narrowed his eyes slightly. Raise your head and look at the fluorescent lamp on the top of the underground tunnel, through the halo of light, as if it were another picture: "Dreams are always out of reach." Shouldn't you give up, it's another season for flowers to bloom and fall, where are you in spring. ”

The street singer gave him a dismissive look. It's already gone.

Listening to Zhang Tan singing, his eyes were full of surprise.

And after this sentence. He was shocked, and his eyes suddenly lost focus. It seems to be remembered for his past. Dreams are out of reach, so others will struggle to eat with music in the underground tunnels.

Passers-by one by two, one by two, surrounded them, stood quietly a meter away, formed a circle, and listened to Zhang Tan sing seriously.

The guitar is a little louder.

Zhang Tan took a deep breath, and his tone raised a lot: "Youth is like a rushing river, if you don't come back, you can't say goodbye, only I am numb, and I don't have the blood of the year." ”

The more people who are underground gathered, the more people came together.

But no one made a sound, just stood in a circle, silently listening to the clean singing in the middle of the field, accompanied by the sound of guitars.

With a strong emotion, as if venting something.

"Look at the flowers floating in the sky, withering at the most beautiful moment, who will remember that he has been in this world."

"In the blink of an eye, many years have passed, and there are many joys and sorrows."

"I used to be a boy in the Quartet, envying the geese flying south."

"The figures running towards their own future, hurrying away."

"Where is the future ordinary, ah, who gave me the answer."

“……”

When the last melody ended with Zhang Tan putting away the guitar, the passers-by who were surrounded by three circles outside the venue suddenly burst into the warmest applause from the quiet state.

For the first time, a street singer's tin jar, which had never been filled, overflowed.

"What kind of song is this?"

"That's good."

"I almost burst into tears."

"Hey, handsome guy, what's the name of this song."

Onlookers asked one after another, and the wandering singer also looked at Zhang Tan excitedly.

Zhang Tan smiled slightly: "This song is called "Old Boy". ”

Of course, no one has heard of it.

This revolution.

Zhang Tan didn't say in detail, but bent down, picked out the ten yuan he took out before, put it back in his pocket, and then stuffed the guitar to the street singer: "I got the ten yuan back, and the guitar will be returned to you, no comment, right?" ”

"Nope." Street singers shake their heads like rattles.

In this way, Zhang Tan waved at the onlookers who were still unwilling to leave, and turned around and walked towards the front in a dashing manner.

"Isn't he with you?" There was a girl with moist circles under her eyes who asked the street singer.

The street singer held the tin jar in his arms and replied indifferently: "I don't know, he came over and gave me ten yuan, saying that he wanted to sing a song." ”

The girl hurriedly chased after Zhang Tan, shouting as she ran: "Hey, wait a minute." ”

But the exit of the underground tunnel is a bustling street.

The girl chased out of the exit, only to see the night strolling pedestrians under the lights, wrapped in various colors of clothes wrapped in tall, short, fat and thin, but she couldn't find the somewhat thin back.

After being stunned for a while, the girl suddenly wiped her eyes, and then strode into the crowd.

This night, she heard the best song she had ever heard in her life, not only a good singing, but the lyrics seemed to express the delicate mood of a girl like her. Dreams are out of reach, should I give up? I don't know, I just want to go back and cry.

In the night of Beiqi, Zhang Tan quietly pretended to be forced once. (To be continued.) )

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