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Chapter 8 Cold Rainy Night

On a sultry summer night, over the Ming and Qing Palaces of Hengdian Film and Television City, a series of flying scenes were staged.

Fang Nan dragged the wire rope and ran profusely, thinking of the figures in the sky as flying kites, until the director said, "Rest", he sat down on the ground, exhausted.

"The waist and shoulders are so painful." Zeng Lixiang rushed to Fang Nan, who was sitting on the ground panting heavily, sweating.

In the evening play, there were not many group performances, only a dozen or so peripheral martial arts, so she put away the cautiousness of the day, and talked to Fang Nan from time to time as if to relieve boredom and fatigue.

Fang Nan rolled his eyes, and waved his bleeding palms in front of her, "Look at me!"

Taking a look through the headlights of the crew, Zeng Li was taken aback, "So serious?"

Fang Nan: "It's nothing serious, you just have to get used to this job."

Fang Nan still has this professional ethics.

Furthermore, in the early stage of accumulating qualifications, what else can we do if we don't work hard?

He will have the ability to put on a good show again. He has no works and no qualifications, and no one dares to invest money in him. The coal boss is not so stupid yet.

"what"

"bang, bang"

The production crew filming in the Ming and Qing Palace next door shouted like crazy, and the sky suddenly burst into bright fireworks. Fang Nan stood up from the ground suddenly: "What's the situation?"

Zeng Li, who was also confused like him, said: "I don't know, it seems like the whole city is fried."

Everyone in the crew was wondering, but Wu Jing, who played Qianlong, suddenly said, "Did BJ succeed in his Olympic bid?"

"It's really possible!"

While watching the fireworks, Fang Tian glanced at his watch, and saw that it was past ten o'clock, and looked at the crowd no longer in the mood to shoot, and stopped work with a wave of his hand.

When the director spoke, everyone swept away their fatigue and rushed forward to a pile of equipment.

Quickly packed up the equipment and loaded it into the car, and the car went straight to Wansheng Street.

Compared with the empty palaces of Ming and Qing Dynasties, this side of Wansheng Street is more lively. People enjoying the coolness everywhere have only one topic of saliva, which is the success of the Olympic bid.

The van stopped at the entrance of the small hotel, and Fang Nan went straight to Santiao Street, not waiting for Zeng Li who was about to remove her makeup.

The matter of the two neighbors is currently under wraps.

Zeng Li would not bring up this thing in a fussy manner, and Fang Nan would not be so low in EQ that she spread it everywhere, leaving room for others to imagine and destroying the reputation of a little girl.

Jogging back to the rental house, there was a gust of wind, looking at the furry moon in the sky, Fang Nan took three steps at a time and quickly ran back to the courtyard.

The "crash" had just flushed a bucket of well water, and the sound of the wind outside began to grow louder, thunder and raindrops came one after another.

In a hurry, he flushed another bucket of water. While wiping his body, he pushed open the front door and rear window, and then rushed to the wooden kitchen.

After a while, the hot water in the pot boiled. He took out a bucket of plain noodles and put them into the iron pot without asking whether there were worms in the noodles.

But when he gently turned out two eggs, he was embarrassed.

The eggs were scattered and yellowed by mosquito bites.

"Damn, there are only two eggs that haven't been preserved yet, no wonder they were said to be buried!"

When Fang Nan was squatting on the ground, burying his head in picking up the scattered eggs in the pot, Zeng Li appeared outside the house with his hands on his head: "Why do you like to be particular about people behind your back!"

"I didn't mention you." Fang Nan glanced at Zeng Li, who had disheveled hair and plaid shirt clung to her body.

"Yeah, maybe I got it wrong." Zeng Li apologized, and stepped into the stuffy kitchen, "What's on fire?" She raised her head and glanced, and asked.

Fang Nan, who didn't see Zeng Li's tricks, said, "Su noodles, do you want to eat? If you do, I'll take some."

"Then bring me a small bowl. The food for this crew is much worse than the food for my last show." Zeng Li sniffed the smell of the kitchen.

Fang Nan lowered his head to slap the mosquitoes, and asked casually, "What kind of play, who did it with?"

""Amidst the Beauty", the main characters are Zhou Xun and Zhang Xinzhe."

Fang Nan felt speechless, how could the crew have a good meal with these two.

In their crew, Zeng Li who plays Miao Cuihua is similar to Zha Wu, Guo Tao who plays Fang De is not well-known, and the biggest star is only Wu Jing.

At this time, Wu Jing not only can't compare with these two people, but it seems that he is not far away from leaving Xiangjiang to make a movie.

For a crew without big stars, why would the producer take special care of the food issue.

Watching Fang Nan take some more noodles into the pot, Zeng Li changed the subject instantly: "How did you take a shower just now?"

"I usually use well water for flushing. If you want hot water, you have to tell the landlord in advance when you go out in the morning."

"Then what should I do tonight? The landlord's house is dark, probably asleep." Zeng Li glanced at Fang Nan's small coal stove while speaking.

Fang Nan, who was messing with Su Nian, couldn't understand Zeng Li's little thought?

It's a pity that he is not a stingy person, and today's coal money cannot be saved.

After nodding and agreeing that Zeng Li can use the coal stove to boil water, the plain noodles in the pot are ready, "Where's your bowl?" Fang Nan asked Zeng Li.

Facing the bean-sized raindrops, Fang Nan brought a lunch box for Zeng Li, and then faced difficulties when it was his turn.

The only eating guy had been reimbursed the day before.

No way, he had no choice but to return to the room with the pot.

The thunderstorm became heavier and heavier, and the croaking of frogs in the paddy fields behind the house became louder. A cool breeze entered the house, and Fang Nan, who had just swallowed a big mouthful of noodles, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is there any chili sauce?" Zeng Li, who was wearing a pair of slippers and whose trousers were rolled up to his knees, came in, revealing a small snow-white calf.

After Fang Nan said "no", she put her hands on her head again, and walked back to her room in a dusty manner.

"Some of them are good to eat, but the requirements are quite high."

Fang Nan took a piece of noodles and brushed it in the glass bottle of chili sauce until the glass bottle was as clean as if it had been licked by a dog.

The rain was still falling, and Fang Nan, who was full, jumped into bed.

These days, not to mention the lack of entertainment facilities, even if there are more, he doesn't have the heart to make a mess at this moment, and the most important thing is to take advantage of this comfortable night to sleep beautifully.

"Didn't you say there is no chili sauce?"

Zeng Li went into the room to get the pot, saw the empty chili sauce bottle on the bedside table and questioned Fang Nandao.

Fang Nan rested his head on the back of his head, and said calmly, "Is there any in it? We've already finished eating." Angrily, Zeng Li pouted her buttocks and left with the pot.

"Is the door closed?"

Fang Nan said: "Why close the door today, let's open it for ventilation, and sleep with the door open tonight."

The landlord's two dilapidated houses had no anti-theft measures. When going out during the day, Fang Nan only had a few hundred dollars with him.

When people are in the house at night, he is not afraid of chickens and dogs and robbers.

It is raining and the wind is blowing.

The raindrops hitting his legs through the small window added a layer of coolness to Fang Nanping. With this comfort, he quickly fell asleep.

"It's a pig, it will fall asleep in a short while."

When Zeng Li walked out of the kitchen carrying hot water, she heard Fang Nan's snoring one after another, and couldn't help making up a sentence.

I don't know how long he slept, Fang Nan opened his eyes in a daze, before he got used to the dark cold rainy night and the bitter wind, he jumped up from the bed in an instant, looking at the dark figure beside the bed Said: "Who?"

"Keep down, don't make noise, it's me."

Zeng Li made a "shush" gesture, Fang Nan didn't understand why, so he rubbed his eyes and looked again, he was stunned: "My good fellow, this woman is actually holding a kitchen knife in her right hand, what is she doing? What's wrong with the chili sauce?"

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