Gong Xue looked at the winter sky in Beijing and recalled the not-too-distant afternoon when she and Chen Qi were watching the smog in Los Angeles a few months ago.
She had just returned from filming "Under the Bridge" and was sitting in a Hiace van with four Dongchang fanboys. The driver was also a fanzi. There were eight people in the security department, and five of them were surrounding her, which was a sign of favor.
"Sister Xue, are you going back to Lechunfang or to the Beijing Film Studio?" the driver asked. "Go to the Beijing Film Studio first. I have to check in."
"Then you have to be careful. The Beijing Film Studio is going crazy right now. They will break your threshold in a minute if you come back." "Is it because of the house?" asked a fan.
"Otherwise? You haven't seen that those old comrades are all in their seventies and eighties. They usually struggle to breathe. Those who are very powerful in fighting to grab a house can go to the front line of Laoshan." "There are more people than meat! Seven or eight people are crowded together. , I can really fight for my house.”
"Who says it's not the case? Those new employees at Beijing Film Studio are not given dormitories. They sleep in offices at night, and even the land in the offices has to be snatched up." "So it's better for us!"
Gong Xue didn't know who she learned it from, so she started PUA and said with a smile: "Two people share a dormitory. If you get married, you can share a separate room. You don't have to fight for it. You won't be satisfied with the house. There are not many units in the country like this. You guys Come to a good place.
Xiao Chen is usually busy in Hong Kong, but he is thinking about everyone and has tried his best to get us treatment. Last time he wrote to me, he asked about your situation. I said that everyone is great. Thanks to you, I can Filming in Shanghai with peace of mind."
"Oh, we are all embarrassed by what you said, as we should be!" "You and Teacher Chen have nothing to say to us!"
"That is, what we are asked to do must be absolutely unambiguous!"
While talking, the van drove into the Beijing Film Studio. Gong Xue specifically looked to the west side of the gate. Two buildings rose from the ground, making people drool like two big chicken legs. As usual, many people gathered around and the sound was very loud. , and I don’t know what I’m doing.
Walking further inside, a clever employee guessed that maybe she was back and hurriedly chased the car. It stopped downstairs in the main building.
Seeing this, Gong Xue immediately said: "Four of you, all come down with me. Don't push them or yell at them. I'll go up and report and I'll be back in a few minutes." The door opened with a roar.
As soon as one of her feet landed, several employees rushed out, enthusiastic as if they had found their long-lost grandma: "Xiao Gong is back? You just came back from Shanghai. This long journey is quite tiring!"
"Oh, you've become even more beautiful after I haven't seen you in a few months!"
"Xiao Gong, I am the assistant director of a group. We are not usually close, but I really like your plays. I haven't told you anything. If you have any questions, just come to me!" They are all old comrades. He's a colleague from the work unit.
Gong Xue smiled and said, "Teachers, I just came back and I have to report to the leader. We'll talk to you another day. I'll go upstairs first!" She ran away.
The four people from the security department had gained experience in Shanghai. Two people blocked them inadvertently, and two others followed. Gong Xue hurried upstairs with her head buried, and knocked on Wang Yang's door first. The old man was not there.
Knocked on the deputy director’s door again. “Ouch!”
The deputy director was also startled: "Xiao Gong, I thought you were making trouble with me again. When did you come back?" "I just got off the plane and wanted to check in with you. Where is the old director?"
"Hospitalized!"
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"The main thing is to hide in peace and leave me here to suffer."
"Under the Bridge" is a film produced by the Shanghai Film Studio. Gong Xue finished filming and had to go through certain procedures when she came back. She wrote a few sentences on a piece of paper, and the deputy director stamped it and said, "Are you going back to the dormitory?"
"No, I've finished moving all my things."
"Then the factory will take it back. You'd better not show up in the factory during this period, otherwise the fun will be even greater." "Which hospital is the old factory director in?"
"He's fine, don't worry about him, just leave before anyone notices!"
Acting like an underground gang member, Gong Xue listened to the advice, slipped out quietly, and hurried downstairs.
Those old comrades were waiting all the time. The most amazing thing was that the assistant director might have returned home temporarily and had a few extra things in his hand. One bag looked like snacks, one bag looked like tea leaves, and other things.
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He rushed over immediately, blocking several people behind, and said like a barrage of words: "Xiao Gong, I was not in the factory when you got married, and I didn't even go to the wedding. It's so inappropriate. I have been
I want to make up for it, but I will wait until you come back. This thing is not valuable, so take it if you don’t mind."
"No, no, how can this be done? You can take it back!"
"I'll definitely accept it, I'll keep it, I'll keep visiting you from now on!" "No, take it back!"
Gong Xue pushed back and winked. A fan squeezed in the middle to separate the man. Gong Xue took the opportunity to get out of the way and quickly got into the car. He pulled the car behind and slammed the door shut.
"Walk!"
The driver didn't hesitate, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and ran out of the compound in the blink of an eye, leaving only the fanzi and a few old comrades looking at each other.
The proprietresses had all left, and there was no point in pestering a person from the security department. The assistant director let go and hummed: "Didn't he just win a few awards? He also used bodyguards. He is full of capitalist habits and is isolated from the masses.
Isn’t it ridiculous to put old comrades in your eyes?”
And as soon as he said it, he knew it was broken!
Sure enough, the other employees' eyes were bright: "Hahaha, if you say bad things about Xiao Gong, I'll tell her to go!"
"Xiao Gong has achieved so much, what's wrong with using bodyguards? The public security is so chaotic now, even ten or eight bodyguards are not too many!" "It's just that gossiping behind your back is embarrassing!"
"I'm not, I'm not, oops!"
The assistant director slapped himself in the mouth, feeling extremely annoyed. If he didn't say bad things, he might not have a house, but if he did, he would definitely not have a house. But the security department employee said, "There is nothing I can do, just go back to Lechunfang."
Gong Xue feels that this world is absurd yet normal.
That guy came to get close with a few bags of things, just asking for a house. It's like your relative carrying two boxes of milk and a Want Want gift bag, asking you to find a job for his child in a state-owned enterprise with a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan.
But, that was probably the best that the assistant director could come up with.
Gong Xue looked at this matter from a very onlooker's perspective. She was not condescending or sympathetic. She just wondered whether she could earn a house by herself without Chen Qi.
The conclusion was that it was almost OK. The van drove to Lechunfang.
The door was opened to welcome the mistress home, and Dai Hanhan also put a small whip with 50 rings, and it was done with a crackle, faster than Teacher Chen.
Gong Xue also felt a sense of peace of mind when she returned here. To a certain extent, she felt more at ease than at her parents' house. She joked with everyone for a while, then went to the backyard first, which had been cleaned up.
I will get married in June, and then I will go to the United States. When I come back, one will go to Hong Kong and the other to Shanghai.
She had only lived in this so-called new house for a few days, and even the big red sign hanging on the old crooked neck tree looked at her. It was night in the blink of an eye.
She originally wanted to take a bath in the bathhouse of the Beijing Film Studio, but seeing the scene, she couldn't do it. She had to light the stove, boil water, wipe herself, and got into the warm bed, feeling empty, lonely and cold. "When will Chu come back?"
ah?"
“It’s almost the end of the year!”
It was still early and she couldn't sleep, so she watched TV for a while and then turned on a small semiconductor radio. It was the time of the Central People's Broadcasting Station, the most popular literary and artistic program among the masses.
Chapter completed!