Returning to the north from Jiangnan, watching the snow all over the sky, and getting drunk in the West Building with a group of friends, Tang Qin felt that he was no longer the chief director, and the short time to unload the burden made him very relaxed.

"I'm too busy to do anything, I have to go over in the middle of the night, you wait for me to ......" Zhang Xiaohai's tone was urgent, but there was an apology inside, he was the chief director of this year's Spring Festival Gala, and the two have become friends since they worked together that year.

Yes, this meal, Tang Qin looked at Yu Kuizhi, Yu Kuizhi wanted to speak just now, and he couldn't help but say it at this time, "Zheng Shuang, there are too many film appointments, she is afraid that it will affect the normal shooting of the crew......"

Ren Fengpo asked Yu Kuizhi to do work, and Yu Kuizhi also called, but Zheng Shuang disagreed, there was no way, he could only say this......

"We have so many Peking Opera actors, and some of them are all national first-class actors......" Yu Kuizhi gave his idea, "Which one do you like, I'll say ......"

I still take a fancy to Zheng Shuang, Tang Qin smiled and raised his glass, yes, I have to do this myself.

"You go, it's too bad for you to go." Li Chengru drank wine, and no one looked at it, "This thing is easy to do, hit her with money, I don't believe she doesn't like money......"

Yes, money is a good thing, but Tang Qin really doesn't want to let this matter have anything to do with money.

"Don't pretend to be high, forget when we went to the cave......" Li Chengru was half drunk, and now he is more and more interested in Peking Opera, oh, maybe he is more and more interested in Peking Opera actors.

Yes, I remember that I couldn't even pay for a taxi back then, but now, it's very different.

As soon as they entered the house, the laughter of Ma Lan and Xiao Tang Han came, and with a wife and children at home, there was warmth.

Watching the warm light outline the silhouette of the two on the window, Tang Qin smiled and pushed open the door.

"Under the bridge in front of the door, swim past a group of ducks, come and count them, two, four, six, seven, eight, quack, quack, really, there are so many, I can't count how many ducks there are......"

On the bed, Ma Lan was teaching Xiao Tang Han to sing nursery rhymes, and Xiao Tang Han was clapping his hands while singing, and he sang well.

"It's so good to sing, come on, dad hug." Tang Qin opened his arms, and little Tang Han had already pounced.

"You have a ...... of alcohol," Ma Lan said with a smile, "Mom made dumplings at night, and they didn't wait for you after eating, and went back to Qianliang Hutong to ......"

Oh, otherwise, Tang Changyuan and Zhao Mingli also live here, and only when colleagues and friends from their hometown Qindao enter Beijing, they will accompany them to live in Qianliang Hutong.

"I'll bring you ......" Ma Lan at this time does not look like a queen of Huangmei Opera, she is Tang Qin's wife and Tang Han's mother.

Tang Qin didn't eat staple food at night, and he was really a little hungry after drinking, "Son, sing another ...... for Dad"

"Chasing ducks, old man with a white beard, singing and singing hometown operas, and telling jokes......" Xiao Tang Han immediately stood on the side of the bed, patting the fleshy little one, while shaking his head and singing, don't speak, the words are clear, and the ruts rhyme.

"How's that, let me be." Ma Lan's face was proud.

"Well, whatever you want," Tang Qin immediately patted his wife's ass, "You have a very good stage style, this trick is your true biography...... In the future, my son will be the prince of Huangmei Opera......"

Go!

Ma Lanjiao said angrily, "Eat dumplings, that, garlic cloves." ”

Shanhai people have always eaten garlic when they eat dumplings, but she didn't eat garlic, but she brought garlic to Tang Qin.

A bowl of dumplings was placed in front of Tang Qin, and Xiao Tang Han put a bowl of laba garlic on the table, "Dad, eat garlic." ”

"Good son," Tang Qin picked up his son and kissed him, "How many dumplings did you eat?" He picked up a dumpling and blew it carefully with his mouth, and Xiao Tang Han took a bite.

"He, now he can eat eight dumplings, I don't dare to give him more." Ma Lan looked at his son's chubby little body, "Who do you say this looks like, they all say that the nephew is an uncle, and he doesn't have an uncle......"

"Who made the current life better," Tang Qin smiled, "There will be more little fat people, little princesses, little emperors in the future, can we Dahanhan be the flowers and plants in the greenhouse......"

Xiao Tang Han took advantage of the time when they were talking to fill a clove of garlic into his mouth, but it was so spicy that he immediately spit it out, and both husband and wife laughed, so Ma Lan smiled and hurriedly found water for his son to drink.

"In the part of the test shooting, did the leader pass?" While his son was sleeping, the two of them finished what they had to do, and Ma Lan snuggled up to Tang Qin's shoulder and spoke without boundaries.

"No, it's the end of the year, and I'm busy......" The bedroom is very warm and beautiful, "To be honest, this is a national project, well, you have to listen to the opinions of the above......"

Ma Lan is also in the entertainment industry, so she naturally knows the number of roads inside, saying that these topics are too heavy, she turned to talk about the interesting stories of the crew......

"Do you really think it's in the Journey to the West crew, at that time, one person was full and the whole family was not hungry, and Director Yang resisted everything" Tang Qin now also understands Director Yang's hardships at that time, "I don't feel interesting, and now some actors haven't settled down yet............"

Hearing that Hu Sanniang had not settled, Ma Lan sat up, she stroked her hair, "Look, how about me playing Hu Sanniang, sharing worries for my husband and solving problems for the drama!" ”

You—

Tang Qin smiled and shook his head, "It's good that Aiqing has this heart, but your temperament is too soft to act like that kind of heroic." ”

Well, Ma Lan agrees with this, a role like Hu Sanniang has to be a Peking Opera actor, "She doesn't know that this is the Water Margin?" ”

People didn't watch this drama at all.

"Don't you have to be this Zheng Shuang, I invited people several times, but if they don't come, it's just no fun, you can find someone else." Ma Lan gave an idea, "Shanghai Peking Opera actor, Shi Min, Mei Pai's Tsing Yi ......"

Shi Min?

Tang Qin smiled, this person appeared in his life with Li Chengru?

"It's different, this role has to be Zheng Shuang."

In her previous life, Zheng Shuang's Hu Sanniang was heroic, which was really amazing for an era.

Ma Lan was silent, she turned sideways and patted her son who was kicking the quilt, "If people don't come, what can you do?" ”

"I'll please." Tang Qin invited Yuan Heping to visit the thatched house three times, and for Zheng Shuang, he took a car to the Peking Opera Company.

"Zheng Shuang went to film in other places......" The leaders of the Peking Opera Company came out to greet him in person, and the chief director of CCTV Water Margin arrived, and he didn't dare to slack off.

"Well," Tang Qin had no choice, so he specially asked the dean to take a look at Dao Ma Dan in the courtyard, but some actors were not heroic enough, the fat powder was too strong, some simply did not look good, and some had the wrong temperament......

In short, he didn't find the person he wanted.

After leaving the Peking Opera Company, he took a car to the Municipal Peking Opera Company.

At this time, it was already the end of work, and the remnant sun of winter shone the last ray of light into the dark tube building, but the building was full of jubilation.

Several female students, wearing slippers and holding a basin around their waists, walked past them, their wet hair smelling of good shampoo......