My artist wants to quit the entertainment industry every day

Chapter 64 BBQ.beer.Houhai.

"How do I become a director?"

Old Zhao sat there, he didn't know where to pick up a cigarette in his hand, but he didn't light it. He looked at the densely written paper.

He took a closer look, seemed to be distinguishing the handwriting, and continued: "In the current domestic film industry, directors are chaotic, and those who make movies must not be called directors..."

"At the beginning, I wanted to be a screenwriter. My dream was very happy. Later, I discovered that all domestic screenwriters, no matter how awesome their ideas, how imaginative, and how they are implemented, can only do meaningless publicity. Materials and audience..."

"Then one day, a friend asked me, what's the use of writing these scripts every day? I smiled bitterly, but it was useless. He said, you should be a director..."

"So, I agreed to him to be the director as well, and then there was the first movie "Buried Alive", and it doesn't seem to be bad at the moment..."

Old Zhao stammered as if he was drunk.

Chi Yu immediately heard that he was deliberately imitating Brother Xun's "Scream" preface, because the imitation was relatively blunt and the writing was too sloppy, so the whole reading process stuttered.

However, his last sentence did hit the point.

This "Buried Alive" does not seem to be bad.

"Hiss! Old Zhao, what are you talking about?"

Su Aifei didn't want to be called Lao Zhao Ruirui anymore, after all, she was about to become a famous director, and she followed everyone to call Lao Zhao in private, and she was full of contempt: "I think your script is better than your [-]-word essay." Much better!"

So Lao Zhao was very shocked: "I prepared something for one night."

"Exactly! If there is no literary talent, there is no literary talent, and there is no need to imitate, right?"

Chi Yu comforted: "Some people write things to give others the pain and keep the happiness to themselves. If you don't pay attention to the result, you're better off, just because of something similar to a 'toast', you make yourself very embarrassed. Why did you come here? ?”

"Okay, I get it."

Old Zhao seemed to be enlightened, carefully folded the piece of paper, stuffed it in his pocket, and then picked up the enamel wine glass that looked very old.

On that enamel cup of his, it says, busy all day long.

Old Zhao said: "For this first cup, I have to thank Old Chen first. If you hadn't found Lao Chi for me, my career as a director would have been lost."

Old Chen smiled, and touched Old Zhao.

On Lao Chen's enamel cup, it says, roll up your sleeves and work hard.

He now has a big red envelope in his waist, so he is sitting upright.

The two drank a glass in one breath.

Lao Zhao poured the wine and looked at Chi Yu: "This is the second one, thanks to Lao Chi. Needless to say, without you, Lao Chi, no one would lie in the coffin I made with my own hands."

Chi Yu and Su Aifei looked at each other, both of them were speechless.

Before this old Zhao started, he had already lost his tune.

But the cups that need to be touched still need to be touched, and the wine that needs to be drunk must also be drunk.

Chi Yu held an enamel cup with the words "Work hard" and also had a drink with Lao Zhao.

In the golden autumn of October, the capital is in autumn, but the night is already chilly, so drinking the wine at room temperature with beer froth immediately feels clear in my heart.

The last one, of course, is Su Aifei.

Old Zhao didn't dare to speak indiscriminately: "Sister Effie, it's all up to you that our small crew of four can be organized and nothing goes wrong."

"Okay, I like to hear this."

Su Aifei was very helpful and had a drink with Lao Zhao.

Chi Yu took a look. On her enamel cup, it was written that happiness is like a flower.

After this round of touching, everyone filled up again, without saying anything, the four cups touched together, and then they did it.

At this time, the dishes also came up.

skewers.beer.

eat first.drink again.

"Time flies so fast."

Old Chen said with a smile: "It was just two months ago, Chi Yu and I were still a group performer in Hengdian, now, Chi Yu is a big star, and I have also become an income that makes those group performers envy and hate people."

Then I rolled up my sleeves and worked hard to find the hard work.

Chi Yu thought about it too, took a sip, and said: "At that time, I just thought it was not a good thing to be a group performer. That day, it seemed to be filming "In the Snow". Oh yes, you watched the two You're a runaway man, so as soon as you turn around, I'll be filming a variety show with that white fox face."

"White Fox has a pretty face, right?"

Happiness came like a flower, and hard work rang.

Su Aifei chewed on the freshly served steamed buns, looked at Chi Yu with a half-smile, and said, "At that time, I spent a lot of thought in order to sign Chi Yu."

"Hahahaha!"

Old Zhao was busy all day, laughing and said: "I really know this. My God, Sister Effie, what did you do to chase Lao Chi back then? Over the wall, right?"

This thing is really impressive.

As soon as the words "over the top of the wall" were mentioned, Chi Yu thought of Su Aifei's long white legs sitting on a chair from the 1-meter wall in that hot summer.

Although he didn't see how Su Aifei turned over at that time, he was shocked.

At this moment, Su Aifei felt embarrassed, and glared at Lao Zhao: "This matter is not allowed to be mentioned again in the future!"

"Okay, if you don't mention it, I will punish myself with a drink."

Old Zhao was definitely very afraid of Sister Su Aifei, and he was punishing himself by drinking a full cup and rushing around.

Then everyone talked about it and recalled the entire shooting process of "Buried Alive".

First, he had nothing to do and hurriedly touched and rolled up his sleeves to work hard, thanking him for finding the most correct person for him like timely rain.

Then I rolled up my sleeves and worked hard and said hard work, I took you for two years, but I didn't realize that you are such a good seed!
Besides, it is hard work to tell happiness to be like a flower, drink less and stop getting drunk.

In the end, everyone was not drunk.

Walked out of the small barbecue tavern, led by Lao Zhao, turned around, and suddenly entered a scene of feasting and feasting.

"Hey! Old Zhao, this is Houhai, right?" Old Chen said in surprise.

"That's right, this is Houhai, and that's Bar Street. How about it, Lao Chi, do you want to sing again? Haha!"

Lao Zhao has gained weight recently, and he drank alcohol, so he wobbles when he walks.

"No, I don't want to do anything else." Chi Yu waved his hands again and again, and then looked at Hou Hai, who had only heard about it before, but had never been here in person.

During the National Day, it was not very late, and there were many people.

In the distance, there was singing in the bar.

"It's not just the wine last night that made me shed tears, it's not just your tenderness that makes me reluctant to part..."

"Walking in the wind, today's sunshine, suddenly so gentle, the gentleness of the sky, the gentleness of the earth, like you holding me..."

"I am a silent passer-by leaning against the wall to bask in the sun. If I am a little tired, let me wake up here alone. I stand on the Drum Tower, and all the prosperity has nothing to do with me..."

"The past is like a cloud of smoke, dissipating in front of you and me..."

This song follows that song, and half a sentence of that song is embedded in the words of another song.

Trance, booming.

The four of them walked around Houhai, passing among couples, classmates or lonely people, and they didn't propose to go back until the figures were scattered.

Just when Chi Yu was thinking, this old Chen also drank, who would drive.

Lao Zhao waved his hand: "Let's go, stay at my house tonight, the courtyard house in the alley in the depths of flowers, Lao Chi, haven't you lived there?"

Well, this is a third generation with a courtyard in BJ.

So the next day, Chi Yu was in the courtyard, listening to the birdsong, and opened his eyes.

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