Chapter 68 Unemployment
In the evening, the crew specially chartered a car and organized a group to go to a big restaurant in the city.
“Congratulations!”
People at several tables raised their glasses together, and wine splashed everywhere.
Needless to say, push the cup and change the cup.
Zhang Yuan took the initiative to hold the wine glass and came to the two directors.
"Director Yang, Director Lai, if the crew needs to reshoot later, we will be on call."
"Hey, okay." Yang Tao put his hand on his shoulder, as intimately as It's looking at the younger generations of the family.
The crew has no idea whether there is any need for reshoots, but it feels good to hear someone take the initiative to bring it up.
In fact, many crew members will have conflicts with actors due to reshoots.
Whether it's the cost or the schedule, there are a lot of people falling out.
After chatting for a few more words, Zhang Yuan went to find someone else to drink, and then Lai Shuiqing spoke.
"Yang Sheng, if he were not on the crew, I am afraid our filming would not be so smooth."
"Indeed, his number of NGs is very small."
"I'm not talking about NG, I'm talking about the popularity of the crew." Lai Shuiqing's eyes became blurry after drinking a few drinks.
"On the day of the start-up, if he hadn't brought these people in, our crew would have been in trouble."
"And he was injured last time. If he made a big fuss, not only would the people under him suffer bad consequences. If you eat, your relationship as an actor will be in jeopardy."
"He always makes the right choice at the right time."
"That's right." Tea, moisten the throat: "I will cooperate with him again if I have the opportunity."
"This guy is really top-notch in his work."
At this end, Zhang Yuan was drinking and chatting with the other leading actors.
"You are not here, but there is no one to talk to me." Zhang Guoli sighed.
"Uncle Guoli, I will pay you a visit when you have time and I will give you some advice."
"Okay, it's settled."
"Brother Jinjiang , if you have the opportunity, please give me more advice on calligraphy and painting.”
"Uncle Wang Gang, if I play collecting, you have to help me."
After playing around, even though he had a lot of alcohol attributes, he was a little swaying and hurriedly returned to his seat to sit down. .
"Zhang Yuan, don't just drink. I'll help you pick out whatever dishes you like." Gao Yuanyuan picked up the serving chopsticks with some distress.
"It's okay, I'll do it myself."
"Zhang Yuan, without you, we will be very boring." Chen Zihan's index finger gently swirled on the rim of the wine glass filled with red wine, After drinking, her already seductive tone became more relaxed.
"As long as you don't dislike it, I will come to visit you when I have the chance."
"This is what you said. If you don't come, we will go to your house to block the door." After Chen Zihan finished speaking, he winked at her. Blink.
Could it be that the person who was hit by my "Shaolin Dragon's Hand" in the tunnel that day was not Gao Yuanyuan but Chen Zihan?
If this is the case, I kind of want to block her door.
"By the way, you haven't told us where you live yet?" Gao Yuanyuan suddenly thought, and then moved closer to him.
"Yard No. 10, Pipiao Hutong, easy to remember."
"Huh?" Gao Yuanyuan touched her eyebrows after hearing this: "This place sounds so familiar."
She is authentic A big girl from the imperial capital, familiar with all the urban areas.
“Ah, I remembered it!” She patted Zhang Yuan on the shoulder and laughed.
“This place is the former residence of celebrities!”
Zhang Yuan put down his wine glass in shock. Brother Qian didn't tell me this.
“Whose former residence is that of a literati and scholarly family?”
Gao Yuanyuan covered her mouth and laughed wildly: “It smells pretty good.”
“Wang Zhi Live there like before!”
Zhang Yuan:…
This house, not to mention the fragrance that spreads thousands of miles away, is notorious.
With these leading actors, there is no need to drink as hard as with the seniors, and the atmosphere is much more relaxed.
Zhang Yuan thought about ordering some steamed buns and other food to drink, but he didn't know that this restaurant didn't have steamed buns, only sweet custard buns that he didn't like very much.
He could only make do with it, and besides, several girls liked to eat it, so he asked for a portion.
At this time, the wine party has entered the late stage. Most people have left their seats and are chatting and bragging in groups holding wine glasses. Zhang Yuan is enjoying the occasional tranquility.
I picked up a custard bun and pinched it twice. It felt familiar to my hand.
When you take one bite, there is quite a lot of stuffing.
At this moment, Jia Jingwen quietly came behind him while there was no one around, stuck her head out, and said softly with a smirk on her face.
“Does it smell good?”
“Yes.”
"Is it sweet?"
"It's okay." "Is it soft?"
"Not bad."
"That's because the bun is soft, Or were my breasts soft that night?”
"Of course it's your breasts..."
Zhang Yuan:! ! !
Jia Jingwen blew into his ear, her eyes as charming as silk.
"Don't be nervous, I'm not asking you to take responsibility."
"Before you said you were going to Treasure Island to visit us."
"I'll see you in Baodao later."
After saying that, this person winked at her, and then went to drink and chat with other actors as if nothing had happened.
Zhang Yuan sobered up a lot from his wine.
I just said that Gao Yuanyuan doesn't have such a figure... Zhang Yuan cleared up his doubts and found that it was still a Taiwanese girl who knew how to play.
Obviously she was a woman, but Zhang Yuan felt like he was being teased.
There is no such thing as a feast that never ends.
After the drinking session, Zhang Yuan helped several seniors get on the minibar car chartered by the crew and greeted them one by one.
"Zhang Yuan, I live not far from Pipiao Hutong. I will come find you when I have time." Gao Yuanyuan put her hands behind her back and raised her head with a happy smile.
"Okay... By the way, how is your stomach?" Zhang Yuan thought of Brother Qian's cooking skills.
Gao Yuanyuan didn't understand what he meant. She just looked back and looked around. When she found that there was no acquaintance, she stepped forward and gave him a warm hug.
In just a moment, the beautiful girl let go of her hand, got into the car with a smile, leaned against the car window and waved to herself.
As the minibus drove away, only the burnt smell of the exhaust and the faint smell of perfume on his shoulders accompanied him under the moonlight of the imperial capital.
After the noise, go home alone.
After Gao Yuanyuan told him that this house was the former residence of the "Master of Stinky Tofu", he just walked to the intersection of Pipiao Hutong and felt a strange smell in his nose.
The closer you get to home, the stronger the smell becomes.
"It's all this woman's fault. I'm hallucinating."
Taking out the key and opening the door, Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then took a few steps back and looked at the house number hanging outside the courtyard wall.
"Yes, this is my home."
Stepping forward again and crossing the threshold, Zhang Yuan pinched his nose and realized that he had wrongly blamed Gao Yuanyuan.
It’s not that she caused herself to hallucinate, but that the yard really stinks!
Zhang Yuan was puzzled. Brother Qian was very interesting in life.
On weekdays, not only are the birds singing and the flowers are fragrant in this courtyard, Brother Qian often takes a broom and sweeps it everywhere. It is not spotless, but it is definitely clean and tidy. Yu Qian is a person who lives his life.
But what’s going on with the withered and lifeless appearance of this courtyard now?
Zhang Yuan had drunk too much, and he had to carefully step over the various wine bottles lying on the ground.
The water tank where the koi is kept is turbid, and several fish are struggling to survive.
The bird cage was all black and yellow, it was obvious that the bird droppings had not been cleaned for a few days.
There was a lot of dried vomit in the flower pot, which was the main source of the strange smell.
"Brother Qian, are you there?" Zhang Yuan raised his hand and knocked on the door of the main room. Then he looked at his fingers and saw that they were covered with a layer of dust.
After knocking for a long time, he faintly heard movement in the house.
After a long while, an unkempt figure opened the door from the inside.
"Brother Qian, what is...what's wrong with you!"
At this moment, Yu Qian was wearing a yellowing hurdle vest with holes on his upper body, and only a blue and white striped t-shirt on his lower body. Wearing big boxer briefs, he looks extremely slovenly and completely lacks the elegance of the old imperial masters.
"Yuan, you're back, just in time, come and have a few drinks with me."
There are still rice grains stuck to the corners of this man's mouth. He hasn't showered in a few days, and his whole body is dirty and smelly. .
Zhang Yuan frowned in confusion.
Brother Qian is a broad-minded person, usually carefree and loves to make friends, but I have never seen him look so down and out.
What kind of obstacle is this?
Forcibly dragging him to the yard to sit down, Brother Qian opened two bottles of beer with his teeth.
Dang!
After touching the bottle, Zhang Yuan only took a sip, but this man drank half the bottle directly.
Zhang Yuan understood that all he could do at this time was to accompany him, so he sat silently aside.
After drinking three or four bottles in a row and burping a lot, Brother Qian’s eyes turned red and he opened his mouth.
"Zhang Yuan, my home is gone!"
"You...your parents had an accident?" Zhang Yuan was shocked. If the old man and the old lady are gone, then what will happen if the old man and the old lady are gone? But it was an immeasurable loss to the Chinese cross talk community.
After all, from now on, Teacher Guo will point at the old couple and write jokes.
"Go!" When he said this, Yu Qian's newly sad mood became incoherent.
“The home I’m talking about is not a small home.”
Brother Qian threw down the wine bottle and looked at the moon with a sigh.
"The Imperial Capital Folk Art Troupe has been disbanded."
(End of this chapter)