Outside the window, the afternoon sun climbs down to the top of the eaves, the people in the house push the cup and change the lamp and chat happily, the wine enters the throat and refreshes the spleen, and the tempting food opens people's stomach.

Yu Yanqiao, Ge You and others are people with a lively mind, and the guests are happy to welcome and drink, and the food is also hearty.

"Hey~ Qiaozi, don't pour it, in the afternoon, my brother still has something to do, I really can't drink it, I got your heart, next time, next time, my brother will accompany you well!"

Zhao Baogang and Ge You are both people who have reached the point, and they are very good at eating and drinking, and they basically keep their brains awake at all times.

On the other hand, Feng Xiaogang is like a reckless man, and when he is sober, he is still in tune, especially when he arrives at the wine table, he begins to "pretend" and take Qiao.

I have to wrestle with Yu Yanqiao, the little brother, to determine the status of the big brother in the rivers and lakes.

Yu Yanqiao is also not afraid, does not engage in any drinking games, and directly hardens the bridge and the horse, and the bare arms are bright and the knife is tough.

As the saying goes, wine depends on character, and on this table, Yu Yanqiao, who looks at people, chatted with a few old brothers, but whether he really took him to heart or not, no one knows.

Qiaozi is a person who can speak well, does not pretend, and has a hard enough temperament, this is the fact that several people at the table have set the tone and engraved the brand for this person in their hearts.

Outside the hotel.

Zhao Baogang was holding Feng's pants, and Ge You, who was drunk and red, was sipping a cigarette in his pocket, and joked with Yu Yanqiao, who also had reddish cheeks on the side:

"Today, Lao Zhao and Xiaogang pushed someone's friend's banquet and killed you directly, your relationship is enough porcelain (iron)!"

Blown by the cold wind outside, hey, the messy brain was a little clearer, Yu Yanqiao took out a cigarette to help Feng Xiaogang, who couldn't stand upright, and said:

"These are all three brothers who love their younger brothers, and they deserve it!"

"! You're sour enough, huh~"

"Haha..."

Yu Yanqiao chatted with the three old men for a while, put a few people in the car, and returned to the store.

Entering the shop, walking to the cashier to rummage through the account books of his desk, Xu Chunhong, who had poured tea in the past, plucked his eyes and said:

"Qiaowa, what are you doing?"

"Have you finished the accounts of the fourth table, see how much it is, don't count it in the store, according to my personal calculation."

Xu Chunhong took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and said what to do, but his hand still turned over the account book and said:

"A total of one hundred and fifty-two, those two bottles of lotus white ninety-two!"

"Hmm."

Yu Yanqiao took out a few tickets from his body and handed them over, and said:

"Take two more bottles of Lotus White, and I'll take them later."

The old capital does not have the habit of drinking Moutai now, and now they all drink local such as Huadu, Beijing Daqu, Tongzhou Laojiao, and the red star and Niulanshan Erguotou in later generations are not ranked now.

The old brands mentioned above just couldn't keep up with the pace of the times, so they were ruthlessly abandoned.

The nineties is the era of advertising effect, Kweichow Moutai in that era of not paying attention to advertising effect, unique vision spent a small price to get a big bargain.

Its Moutai advertisements are placed in turn at the end of CCTV news every day, jumping from a regional brand to the ranks of national liquors, and also opening the road to the king of Moutai.

……

Yu Yanqiao remembered watching a very unpopular movie before, and the niche seemed to be only a few finches who locked themselves in a cage and chirped.

They say that we have to pretend to be grandchildren now, because we were all "mongrels in the past", and under the change of the times, we can't tolerate the self-exiled bastards of the past.

19 Dongdaemun Basket Lane.

Yu Yanqiao, Zhang Yuan, and Wang Xiaoshuai have not seen each other for several times, and the relationship is still the same as before, and it has not changed because of time.

In the neat yard, the three of them sat in the house and roasted the fire, saying that they called Yu Yanqiao to come over for a gathering, but when he came over, he found that there was nothing.

The two grandsons blinked, and wanted to roast the stove to drink and burn white, but there was no way, Yu Yanqiao had to go to the vegetable market outside to pick up some vegetables and braised pork.

Sneer......

There was smoke in the pot, and Yu took out the spicy scrambled eggs with a spoon, slapped a cold cucumber, and poured the sliced braised pork into the plate.

"Lao Zhang, still write, it's time to eat!"

Wang Xiaoshuai took a flat stool and put it next to the stove, took a few pairs of chopsticks from the kitchen, turned his head and shouted to Zhang Yuan, who was still writing in the back room.

Beside the warm fire, several people gathered around, Yu Yanqiao took a sip of wine, took a sip, and said:

"Tell you to go to me, it's a special toughness, one by two, trough!"

Wang Xiaoshuai chewed the chopsticks and eggs, stretched out the chopsticks and pointed to Zhang Yuan, who was eating quietly with a wooden face beside him, and said:

"Don't talk to me, Lao Zhang is like a bear, he doesn't like to move in winter."

"Hehe......"

The more he drank, the more Yu Yanqiao felt that Zhang Yuan was now like a terminally ill patient, and he was numb like every character he had written down.

Absurdity, banishment, depravity, chaos......

After they had eaten and drunk, the three of them continued to nest by the fire, as if this was their source of life.

"Hoo ......"

Yu Yanqiao's yellowish index finger held the burning cigarette roll, exhaled a deep puff of white smoke, and looked at the red coal in the stove with a slight distraction.

"Qiaozi, come and help me next year, this is the script I have only written halfway through, you can take a look!"

Zhang Yuan's fleshy face seemed to rarely smile, which made his facial muscles stiff, he said to Yu Yanqiao calmly, and smoked silently.

Bang Bang ......

The lumps of coal burning in the stove may be due to quality problems, burning like wood, making a few crunching noises in the quiet and dark room.

Time passed in the silence between the three men, and after reading the last page, Yu Yanqiao's frowning brows relaxed.

At this time, he only had one feeling, that is, a huge stone pressed against his chest, and he couldn't kick his breath, and he felt that his trachea was about to be broken.

"Approximate month? I received a script over there, but it was a supporting role, which was quite fast, and filming would start at the end of February. ”

"It's still early, I'll detain (pager) you when the time comes!"

Zhang Yuan casually picked up the next sentence, and threw the cigarette butt between his fingers into the stove, which burned out quickly without the slightest residue.

Looking at his wide body, Yu Yanqiao felt that it looked so thin, Zhang Yuan picked up the script in his hand and returned to the back room.

Wang Xiaoshuai in front of the stove twisted his buttocks, took the tongs and unconsciously poked the coal in the stove, and said lightly:

"After the previous film won an award abroad, he took it back to China to go to radio and television, but people didn't care, just left a sentence that the theme of the film did not match reality, and rejected his demand for public screening."

As he spoke, Wang Xiaoshuai's expression suddenly became a little dim, and the corners of his mouth showed a mockery, and he sighed:

"I persuaded him to forget it, Lao Zhang said: he is just recording the footprints left by this era, and has no other ideas.

Even if there is no film, there is still text, I am doing one thing that everyone knows, but some people just don't want to see it, and even sweep it into an invisible corner and bury it in the soil! ”

Hearing this, Yu Yanqiao's expression was flat, he flicked the cigarette ash between his fingers, and said slowly:

"Brother Zhang, do you like rock and roll so much? I think the film is simply called "Cui Jian's Diary"! ”

"Hehe......"

Wang Xiaoshuai smiled faintly, and the red light of the stove reflected on his face, as if reflecting his heart, young and hot.

"You know it, and you can see the story behind it, but you also choose to be blindfolded and be blind."

Yu Yanqiao took out a cigarette and gave it to the other party, tilted his head and lit the cigarette, his eyes lowered slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"People love the beauty of a flower blooming, and who cares when it decays! People, don't make yourself so tired,

I've never kidned myself, so I'm just a bystander, the future? Who knows! ”

……

Chinese New Year's Eve, night.

When we grew up, we always complained that the smell of the New Year is not as strong as it was when we were children.

Well, congratulations, you've grown up and matured.

With the countdown of the host of the Spring Festival Gala on the TV......

10、9、8…… 3、2、1、0……

Woohoo......

The fireworks in the sky burst into colorful fireworks in the dark night, and the children in the streets and alleys waved fairy sticks in their hands, like elves shuttling through the night.

Yu Yanqiao, who was standing at the door of Moqi Dapanji, looked at the sky with his hands in his pockets, and suddenly bumped Xu Zhuoying next to him with his shoulder, and smiled cheaply:

"Hey, don't go back for the New Year, but stay with me, say, do you want to celebrate the New Year with me?"

Xu Zhuoying's eyebrows are very good-looking, and the two beautiful eyebrows are like slender crescent eyebrows, but they are not painted but green, but they look a little cold.

"Huh...... I want to climb into your bed, Virtue! ”

She rolled her eyes like autumn water, and looked at the fireworks overhead, at this moment she was not as heroic as usual, but a little sad.

"Don't mind!"

Yu Yanqiao lit a cigarette, put one hand in his pocket and turned his head jokingly, and said:

"You go find your Ruyi sister, I can't get up with you."

After speaking, Yu Yanqiao turned around and slipped into the store, and in an instant, Xu Zhuoying raised her eyebrows and chased after her.

In the hall, Xu Chunhong and his husband and five sons, as well as Juhong, cooks, waiters, and Brother Dou who ran over to rub rice,

After seeing Yu Yanqiao and Xu Zhuoying behind him enter the house, Xu Chunhong took out a stack of red envelopes from his pocket and said to everyone:

"From tomorrow, it will be released for seven days, so I will send the New Year's red envelope first!"

"Thank you hostess......"

"I wish the proprietress more than ...... every year"

"I wish the proprietress good health ......"

"I wish the proprietress will always be young and beautiful......"

The reunion dinner, this is Yu Yanqiao's new project, and it was also very popular that night, and this small shop was full of people.

A red envelope of 50 yuan for each person also gave every staff member who did not go home for the New Year a little comfort.

"Qiaowa, make persistent efforts in the coming year!"

"Yes, hostess."

Yu Yanqiao and Xu Chunhong looked at each other and smiled, and seeing that she was very caring, they also sent a red envelope to Xu Zhuoying, saying:

"Girl, this is your red envelope, since it is a friend of Qiaowa, it is also my friend, take it!"

"Thank you and wish you a prosperous business in the coming year."

After Xu Chunhong finished sending the red envelopes in his hand, Yu Yanqiao took out a stack of red envelopes from his pocket and held them up:

"Happy New Year!"

Suddenly, seeing the staff who could receive red envelopes again, everyone's faces were filled with joyful smiles, and they said in unison:

"Happy New Year!"

In this country, everyone thinks that only January 31 is the real New Year's Eve, so Yu Yanqiao crossed the ninety-two years with a smiling face and ushered in the ninety-three years.