This feud.

It ended with Han Zhou changing Chen Feng's mobile phone number remarks to 'middle-aged fish farming', and Chen Feng remarking Han Zhou as 'this son is cruel'.

This body is strong in drinking, Han Zhou himself didn't expect it.

And when I'm drunk, I seem to be very comfortable, the feeling of forgetting everything, forgetting to change the world, and thinking that the surroundings are my predecessors, very comfortable.

It's not that I'm back in my old days, but I think it's comfortable that everything now is integrated with everything before.

No more of those peeling feelings, those uncomfortable feelings.

However, Han Zhou warned himself that he must drink less.

Because, although I don't have the habit of talking when I'm drunk, no one knows if this situation will occur after getting drunk too many times.

……

Snow, roadside.

Under the slope of the road, by the dead trees.

A tricycle with only a driver drove past and stopped.

In the back seat, Xiaomei got out of the car with her stomach up.

Brother Shu was stunned for a moment, climbed uphill excitedly, then slipped downhill, and then climbed uphill again: "Xiaomei! ”

Xiaomei looked at Brother Shu with a smile, took Brother Shu's hand, and put it on her big belly.

Brother Shu's squinted eyes opened and smiled: "Let's go, go to our new building." ”

"The child was born in a new building."

The mute Xiaomei spoke: "Let's go." ”

The two held hands and walked forward.

At this time.

Snow, downhill road, vans drive by.

The driver honked his horn and saw that Brother Shu did not respond, so he stopped and got out of the car: "Hello, Brother Shu!" ”

"Brother Shu, what are you doing?"

At this time, Brother Shu was walking alone, his hands scratching and scratching in the air.

The camera slowly gives a close-up, and a very beautiful hand grabs Brother Shu.

Brother Shu smiled: "Let's go, there is our new house in front." ”

The lens pulls up.

There is no Xiaomei, only Brother Shu walks alone.

Brother Shu stood on a high mountain covered with withered yellow weeds, walking in a strange posture.

Down the hill, down the slope, a new city looks so quiet in the middle of winter.

The camera was fixed, and Brother Shu walked out of the camera.

After walking out of the camera, after a few seconds, Han Zhou lit a cigarette: ""Hello Mr. Tree" is finished!" ”

“woooo！！！！！！！”

The scene staff, the actors, cheered.

"It's finished, it's finished!!"

"Finishing !!"

Chen Dayong rushed out, saw that many people were throwing hats to celebrate, grabbed Wei Yuan's hat and threw it out with all his might: "It's finished!" ”

Wei Yuan chased out: "Chen Dayong! Why don't you go down the hill and pick up the hat for me! ”

Chen Dayong turned around and pinched Wei Yuan's face: "It's finished!" ”

Wei Yuan: "......"

This movie, how twisted and sad it felt when it was filmed, how excited the whole crew was to celebrate at this time!

The crew's stuff was loaded as quickly as possible.

The car arrived at the county seat of Xiao County at the fastest speed.

Someone asked, "What do you say about the finale banquet?" ”

"Kill Nima~" Someone exploded: "Eat dumplings, hurry up!" ”

Everyone wants to run away from Mr. Tree.

When the crew is like this, the movie, it is impossible not to succeed.

The dumpling restaurant in the county town has so many people for the first time.

I borrowed the small restaurant next door.

Chen Dayong stood on a chair and waved his clothes: "Drink?" Drink? ”

"What do you drink when you eat dumplings?"

Some people have an objection: "Dumplings with wine, the more you drink, the more you have!" ”

In the dumpling restaurant, An Lan sat with the little nurse and several female group actors, eating dumplings and sauce bones.

Han Zhou and Chen Dayong and Wei Yuan.

Twenty, thirty, forty.

The three men were shoulder to shoulder, holding their shoulders, shaking while shaking: "Lala, na, na~"

I don't know what I'm singing.

Anyway, everyone understands and drinks too much.

Next, there are quite a few people who get drunk, and there are many people who don't get drunk when they drink a lot.

Far away, Wang Xiya heard that the crew withdrew the ticket at the speed of light, and then fell into the dumpling restaurant, so she called and booked all the only four-star hotel rooms in Xiao County.

In the dumpling restaurant, Han Zhou leaned on a chair, and the chair was draped in a military coat.

People are churning.

didn't give Chen Feng a drink overturned, but Chen Dayong drank overturned.

Chen Dayong, there is nothing wrong with this name.

This southerner, compared to Chen Feng, a northerner, is five Wei Yuan.

An Lan handed the phone to the little nurse's actor, and then sat next to Han Zhou and posed.

The actor of the little nurse smiled and took pictures of An Lan.

In the end, An Lan looked at Han Zhou's face and pouted, looking like she wanted to kiss it.

At this time, Han Zhou woke up.

With such a close distance, Han Zhou probably knew who it was.

Looking at each other, Han Zhou stretched out his hand to stop An Lan's waist.

An Lan was caught off guard and moved forward a little.

Just a little bit, kissed.

"Click!"

Filmed.

An Lan put her arms around Han Zhou's neck and responded.

Han Zhou and An Lan are entangled like this.

After a long time, apart, An Lan: "Farewell to Mr. Tree." ”

Han Zhou smiled: "Goodbye, Xiaomei." ”

An Lan knew that Han Zhou was not Mr. Shu, because Mr. Shu couldn't muster the courage to kiss Xiaomei.

Han Zhou knew that An Lan was not Xiaomei, because Xiaomei couldn't speak.

In the middle of the night, Han Zhou, Chen Dayong and Wei Yuan danced Yangge on the street.

Fall over like ninepins.

The crew, who was sober, followed behind.

An Lan looked at this small northeastern city and looked up at the starry sky.

Snow, starry sky, not bad.

……

Tianle Film and Television, Han Zhou sat in the VIP room to rest.

After a while, a girl came over: "Mr. Han, Mr. Wang is on the editor's side, please come over." ”

Han Zhou smiled: "Okay." ”

Girl: "Mr. Han, I like your "Happy Breakup" very much, can you sign it for me?" ”

Han Zhou took the pen and paper, stroke by stroke, and wrote quite seriously, but Han Zhou's words, iron paintings, silver hooks, and vertical and horizontal skimming are particularly exaggerated.

The girl was excited: "Thank you, Mr. Han!" ”

"The calligraphy is so good!"

Han Zhou returned the pen to the girl and smiled: "This is swordsmanship." ”

Outside the door of the editing room, Han Zhou was just about to go in.

I heard someone inside: "Mr. Wang, you said that after this film is edited, it will stay in the warehouse." ”

"Then isn't it a waste of manpower to assign so many people to edit this film now?"

"Why don't you delay a bit? When the New Year's Day movie is finished, let's edit this movie again? ”

Wang Xiya's voice was very gentle: "Don't want to edit? ”

The man smiled: "It's not that I don't want to, things have priorities." ”

Wang Xiya: "Do I have to edit "Mr. Tree" first? ”

The man: "Mr. Wang, now the group has a lot of tasks, this year's New Year's Day file, it takes a long time to edit, there are several very important MVs and webcast drama editing, and there is also a TV series lined up, which will be on satellite TV." ”

Han Zhou pushed the door open.

Embarrassed? Inexistent.

Wang Xiya glanced at Han Zhou who came in, and turned around: "Oh, it seems that your schedule is arranged?" ”

The editor was in his thirties, and he was sitting on a chair with Erlang's legs crossed at this time: "I promise that before June next year, the editing will be completed, how about it?" ”

Wang Xiya's fingers tapped her elbow: "It seems that Mr. Li has good intentions for the sake of the group." ”

The editor smiled: "Don't talk about hard work, don't talk about hard work, get paid, you should be." ”

Wang Xiya smiled: "Then do you know whose group it is?" ”

The people around him were afraid to speak.

The editor narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not speak.

Wang Xiya: "Mine." ”

"To do things for me is to do things for the group, and if you don't do things for me, you don't do things for the group."

"I don't care how my dad used to manage you."

"After I came to the group, I was what I said."

The editor sneered: "That may be easy to lose." ”

Wang Xiya: "Oh, I lose my own money, it doesn't matter if I lose a little, there is so much money, I should give back to the society if I lose something." ”

"By the way, I'm not trying to explain to you how the company works."

"I'm explaining to you what an editor does."

"You don't want to edit, do you?" Wang Xiya glanced back at the assistant: "Notify the property, calculate his salary, let the security guard come up, and ask him to leave Tianle." ”

The editor stood up suddenly: "What do you mean Mr. Wang." ”

Wang Xiya: "I don't want to know who among the group elders is not convinced, I only know that my shares are the most in the group." ”

"If you are not convinced, you will hold back."

"You are a little editor, you are not qualified to hold up in front of me."

"The rest of the board combined, it's not qualified."

"That's all it takes, remember, tomorrow's shareholders' meeting, if anyone doesn't come, they won't be used for the group in the future."

The assistant hurriedly wrote it down.

Wang Xiya glanced at the others in the editing room: "It's all open." ”

"Let a message out, Tianle recruits the editing team."

The assistant continues to take notes.

The editor stood up, his face gloomy: "Good ......"

"Shut up." Wang Xiya: "If you find a new job in the film and television industry, I, Wang Xiya, write the three words upside down, get out." ”

Han Zhou knew that there was a good show before he pushed the door, but he didn't expect to see such a bad show.

"I was about to say, let's edit myself."

Wang Xiya looked at Han Zhou: "Huh? ”

Han Zhoulehe: "Didn't you say it, you can give you a 90-minute MV, I'll edit it myself." ”

Wang Xiya smiled: "Okay." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the others present: "In this play, I, Wang Xiya, spent seven million, what is the concept??? ”

"That's how much I spent on one purchase."

"Does anyone think that what millions and tens of millions of things can make my Wang Xiya anxious?"

"A poor person is a poor person, and there are so many ideas."

Han Zhou wanted to say: Give me the money you don't want, don't give it tens of millions, just 10 million.

Wang Xiya turned her head and smiled at Han Zhou: "Han Zhou, edit it yourself, if you have any requirements, tell me." ”

Han Zhou: "If you have a request, help me find a textbook of "Introduction to Film and Television Editing". ”

Wang Xiya smiled: "Hahaha, this is easy, I'll give it to you later." ”

Wang Xiya left, Han Zhou looked left and right, and saw the chair of the boss of the editing team who hadn't left yet: "Come on, come on, get up, this computer must be well configured, I want it." ”