"Dudu!"
The loud horns dispersed the pedestrians, and a blue and white Hangzhou-made bus slowly pulled into the station. As soon as the door opened, He Qing jumped out lightly, held up a small flower umbrella, and found a bus affiliated to the provincial cultural department.
guest House.
She is 17 years old this year, about 165cm tall, and has excellent facial features, but she is too plump with baby fat and has a chubby face. She does not have the feeling of being a powerful figure in ancient costumes, and is more like a girl next door.
"Hello, comrade, I'm looking for Mr. Chen from 331. I was here a few days ago."
"He's not here. I think he went out in the morning."
"Then when can you come back?"
"How do I know? If you want to wait, wait at the door, not in the lobby."
He Qing came out depressed, holding a paper bag in his hand. He had no choice but to wait.
Last year, Chen Qi and Yang Jie went to the south for casting and met He Qing. They didn't talk about anything at the time, and she thought there was no chance. Unexpectedly, the screenwriter Chen came again and transformed into Mr. Chen, saying that he had a small role.
, I want her to act.
Her hometown is Quzhou, and she is currently studying at the Zhejiang Kunqu Opera Troupe. Of course she agreed. It was to make a movie, or "Tai Chi 2"!
As for the role, it is said that it is a saintly aunt or a fairy who is illuminated by a red light. Also selected is a little sister from the Yue Opera Troupe named Tao Huimin, but she is in the Yue Opera Troupe in Ruian, Wenzhou, so it is quite troublesome to come.
Haven't met yet.
"..."
He Qing held an umbrella and squatted at the door, waiting while watching the rain wash away an ant nest.
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Early summer.
The lotus has not yet bloomed, but what you can see is the continuous green lotus leaves, the lightly painted West Lake, and the rain lingering with the atmosphere of the old times, dyeing this Jiangnan painting.
At the end of the scroll is a young girl wearing a floral skirt and holding an umbrella in a daze by the lake. She didn't know what she was thinking about, but she suddenly stamped her feet and walked away angrily. Her beautiful shadow flashed by the lake, and the whole scroll came alive.
Came over.
In the 1980s, tourism was the most primitive, tattered, authentic, and with few restrictions. For example, on the Feilai Peak of Lingyin Temple, those Buddha statues could be climbed casually without anyone caring about them - just like swimming in the Longtan of Lushan Mountain.
It's just that most people don't even have enough food and clothing. Except for a few people, they don't have the leisure time to play.
"Ah ah ah... ah ah ah ah ah... ah ah ah... the beautiful scenery of the West Lake in March, the spring rain is like wine, and the willows are like smoke..."
On the broken bridge, Chen Qi sang a song with a broken gong voice, completely ignoring the poetic meaning, and then sighed: "Throughout the ages, West Lake has left many beautiful legends, and many sad love stories have happened here.
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He turned around, faced Ji Chunhua's ugly face, and turned away as if he hadn't seen anything.
"Xiao Ji, why do you think it's you right now? I'm so full of feelings that I can't even express them."
"Hey, I don't think it's appropriate for me to stand here either."
"You know it's inappropriate but you still follow me so closely. Don't come closer than three meters to me!"
Ji Chunhua retreated obediently, still with a silly smile on his face: "Brother Qi, what did you sing just now? It sounded so good!"
"Have you heard of the episode of a TV series that is still in my belly, the story of Xu Xian and the White Snake?"
"I'm from Zhejiang, of course I've heard of it... Brother Qi, do you want to write "The Legend of White Snake"?" Ji Chunhua was excited.
"I will write about it in the future, okay, let's go back!"
"The Legend of White Snake" was filmed in 1992. At that time, Zhao was already 39 years old. Although she was still beautiful in the drama, she was too mature and not delicate enough. Her role as White Snake was okay, but her role as Hu Meiniang was a bit too young.
In 1987, Taiwan allowed veterans to return home to visit relatives, and cross-strait relations eased, which led to an increasing number of film and television exchanges between the mainland and Hong Kong.
It would be better if "The Legend of the White Snake" could be filmed a few years in advance, produced by oneself, and add to the resume. Naturally, these words could not be told to Ji Chunhua. Chen Qi shook his head and sighed, and returned to the guest house unsteadily.
Before I even reached the door, I saw a small flower umbrella spinning around.
The owner of the flower umbrella raised his head, smiled and his eyes turned into crescents, and called out in the delicate voice of a Jiangnan woman: "Mr. Chen! Brother Chunhua!"
"Xiao He, why are you here again? Are you here to have some food?"
Ji Chunhua's eyes lit up and he ran over with a look of worthless virtue.
"In your eyes, I just want to eat, right? My parents came to see me yesterday and brought something. I thought about bringing it to you to try."
He Qing picked up the oil paper bag in his hand and said with a smile: "Hey, these are our Quzhou specialties, sesame cakes and duck feet."
"Oh, thank you so much! Thank you so much! It's still raining. If you don't hurry..."
Ji Chunhua's family was poor and he was in the martial arts team. He hadn't seen a beautiful girl for many years. It was normal for him to behave like this, but he didn't dare to make the decision. He looked at the boss and Chen Qi said indifferently: "Let's eat together when we come."
"Yeah, thank you Mr. Chen!"
He Qing smiled. She didn't come here specifically to have a meal, but it was good to have a meal. The food standard in this guest house is high.
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These days guesthouses are not for casual stays.
Generally speaking, people in the same department live in the same department. Chen Qi belongs to the Wenhua Kou and can live in the guest house of the Wenhua Kou. According to his rank, he is a deputy cadre at least, and his salary is high.
The conditions of the folk art troupe are not very good. He Qing usually can't eat good food, so he comes here to satisfy his craving. Every bite is a piece of meat, a piece of meat. Ji Chunhua is like a licking dog, taking care of every detail.
Chen Qi didn't look at it and chatted casually: "Xiao He, have you rehearsed the show in the troupe?"
"Passed!"
"Have you ever been a protagonist?"
"No, I'm an alternate."
"It's just that my professional skills are not very good. Can I be a substitute?"
"That's the Provincial Kunqu Opera Troupe. They are all, Chi Liu... They are all highly respected seniors. I am only 17 years old. Who will get me?"
He Qing swallowed a piece of meat and wiped his mouth.
"In a folk art troupe like yours, if you can't be the protagonist, do you still have to spend time in the troupe?"
"Otherwise, what should I do? The folk art troupe is quite good. It includes food and accommodation, wages, and opportunities to perform. If you can't be the protagonist, it's your fate. If you are not good enough, you can't blame anyone... But don't worry, you can ask me to make a movie.
, I will definitely perform well!"
He Qing patted her chest and started eating happily. She didn't feel any awkwardness in front of this man she had only met three times. This liveliness and cheerfulness were the most outstanding among all the women Chen Qi had ever seen. Cai Ming couldn't help but
After all, Cai Ming is a different kind.
He chatted for a while and didn't want to say anything anymore. He Qing is just a chubby girl now, with nothing to look at. She won't reach the peak of her beauty until she is 27 years old, and the flowering period is very long. She is still beautiful at the age of 40.
At this time, the most he can do is recommend her to the crew of the TV series "A Dream of Red Mansions" to achieve the achievement of collecting the four real masterpieces. She has played Lian Lian in Journey to the West, Xiao Qiao in Three Kingdoms, Li Shishi in Water Margin, and the movie version of Dream of Red Mansions.
Qin Keqing, this movie version is always a bit of a make-up...
The oil paper bag had already been opened, and he took a piece of duck paw to try. It was a fragrant and spicy cold dish. Quzhou is one of the few spicy places in Zhejiang, and it tasted pretty good.
While eating, he suddenly remembered another famous person in Quzhou, Zhou Shuren Xun.
You're only 7 years old now, right?
Da Meiyuan is only 2 years old, Fan Xiaopang is 4 months away from birth, and Liu Tianxian is 6 years away...
"Oh, this is so bad."
Chen Qi chewed the duck paw and sighed inexplicably. He should consider my sister Xue first.
Chapter completed!