"Director Yu, Mr. Zhang, I think this barbecue stall and food stall, to paraphrase a sentence in martial arts, is a condensed rivers and lakes, and there are all kinds of people."

"Three religions and nine streams, don't believe it, the mayor of our district has also come to our stall to eat barbecue after experiencing the people's feelings, and he also knocked on his thumb to praise our barbecue for its good taste." Brother Ren said, excitedly took out a photo frame from the store, and was a little proud: "Look, this is a photo of me and the district chief, I heard that people have been transferred to Gaosheng." ”

Yu Dongqing looked at it, a middle-aged man in a white shirt, combing his back and wearing a pair of glasses, very leadery.

Du Hui glanced at it and said in a low voice: "Boss Ren, I advise you not to hang it out, this person committed an accident some time ago and went in." ”

",!" Brother Ren looked stunned, and hurriedly stuffed the photo frame that ran back to the store under the bar.

"Bad luck!" When I came out, I couldn't help but curse.

However, Brother Ren was not depressed for a few seconds, and immediately became radiant again: "Don't talk about being an official, the richest man in our country, no, the son of the richest man, has also eaten barbecue at my stall, to be honest, wearing a vest, big pants, and flip-flops are no different from ordinary people, but they are really beautiful with those two girls." ”

Hearing this, the men present all laughed.

"So, I've been running this barbecue for fifteen years, and I've seen too many things." Boss Ren took another sip of beer and began to talk.

The junior is holding the child to find the main room.

The loan shark led his men to find the creditor

A middle-aged couple hugged and cried while tearing.

"Also, some time ago, in the middle of the night, two big men got drunk and took off their pants to compare the size! it! In the end, I was persuaded by my daughter-in-law. ”

"The most interesting thing is that in the summer before last, a man was drinking beer alone at a stall, looking like a small boss." Boss Ren continued: "As a result, a few shirtless men suddenly came, and when they came up, they grabbed the man's collar and shouted loudly.

Only then did the people next to him know that the boss owed them wages and they were here to ask for wages. ”

"This kind of thing is really common in barbecue stalls, after encountering it, don't rush out when you are the boss, wait for the anger of both sides to subside and then persuade the fight, if it doesn't work, you will secretly call 110 to call the police." Boss Ren seemed to explain to everyone.

"You finally called the police?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Nope. And guess what? The boss had already drunk too much, and he lay on the ground with his eyes closed and said that he would fight casually, I was already bankrupt, it was better to beat me to death, and I would not have to face the creditor tomorrow......"

"And in the end?"

"Those few people scolded and left, you can't pay for him to kill, what else can you do?!" Boss Ren sighed and said.

"In the middle of the night, it suddenly rained heavily, I hurriedly cleaned up the tables and chairs outside, and saw that the man was still lying on the ground motionless, and then I kindly carried him to the store with my buddy, and after a while the man came to his senses and thanked him for leaving."

"Before leaving, I left fifty yuan, saying that this is the last money on my body, and those workers can't afford to pay it, so I can't help them, but I can't owe your money."

Speaking of which, Boss Ren lit a cigarette.

"And then?" Liu Yimin couldn't help but ask again.

"There's no aftermath, is it?" Du Hui took over the conversation.

"Yes!" Unexpectedly, Boss Ren said: "A few days later, a news article was published on the Internet that a man committed suicide by jumping off a building because of debts, I was curious to look at the photo, although there was a mosaic on his face, but from the body shape and hair of the man who committed suicide, I concluded that it was the man who ate barbecue in my store." ”

What a sad story.

For this meal, Yu Dongqing and the others ate until one o'clock in the morning before they went back.

The next day, I still got up at half past six, went to Qianhai Lake to finish exercising, and bought soybean milk fritters at the mouth of the alley, and after returning home to eat, I came to the study and began to write the script.

It turns out that the Japanese version of "Late Night Canteen" in that time and space is about all kinds of people with different identities sitting around the not very spacious canteen, and you share each other's experiences and stories.

But not in China.

Can you eat, drink, or even reveal the truth with a bunch of strangers?

It looks awkward.

You must move to a food stall or barbecue stand.

There is a sense of space, which may come from open outdoor seating or semi-open indoor seating. But the similarities are all based on the table of acquaintances.

And the person who listens to the story, the boss, will only come out of the back kitchen after he is busy with his own work, have two drinks with you, and chat a few words, just like yesterday's boss Ren.

But the boss also has to be a man with a story.

Also, whether it is what I saw with my own eyes, or what my old friends and Boss Ren said last night, they are all some living stories, which are very true.

But whether these stories can be filmed and the audience likes to watch them, we still need to sort out and screen them.

Some are suitable, some are not.

Among them, the boss who was collected for debts told by Brother Ren is a good story, and there is the story that Du Hui told about his daughter-in-law, but the character setting is different from what he thought.

There is also the experience of the proprietress of Lao Ma's noodle restaurant who sells pancakes.

It's just that will it be harmonized when it is filmed like this?

The scale must be grasped well.

Also, you can learn from the storylines of some movies in that time and space.

There is no hurry, there is time.

Yu Dongqing made a cup of tea, steaming.

Bright is back.

Coming back from the United States, the wind and dust are blowing, maybe the long plane looks a little tired, but the face is full of smiles

"Husband"

As soon as he entered his own courtyard, Mingmei threw herself into Yu Dongqing's arms, and it took a long time before they separated.

"I've won another award"

"Congratulations." Yu Dongqing smiled, helped carry the suitcase, and the two walked towards the living room.

"Also, I went to Philadelphia to see Tongtong, and Xia Yunxing also came over, so I invited the two of them to dinner." Mingmei continued.

This kid is really haunted!

Yu Dongqing had no choice but not to think about this, and asked again: "Tongtong is okay?" ”

"It's good, she's in the school's symphony orchestra and she's going to perform in New York."

"Ha, yes, yes." Yu Dongqing was sincerely happy.

Mingmei went into the bedroom and changed into a nightdress, and asked, "Husband, what are you doing at home in the past ten days since I went to the United States?" Is it Brother Zhang Yang, they are drinking beer? You see your belly is bigger than ever! ”

The change is so obvious?

"Hey, hey." Yu Dongqing laughed dryly, "Actually, I'm experiencing life, I'm writing a script." ”

"Script?"

"yes, I don't want to write a story about a late-night food stall? Now there is basically a framework in place. ”

"Really? Let me see. Mingmei suddenly became interested.

The two came to the study, Yu Dongqing opened the laptop, and she looked carefully.

Title of the play "Late Night Canteen":

Thank you for the monthly ticket voted by the soul of the bright moon

(End of chapter)