The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 55 Juggernaut
January [-]th, Osamu
Huo Yunting got off the plane in Peking.

When I left, the sun was scorching, and when I returned, it was cold and windy.

The sweater and long johns were put on, and a black down jacket was worn outside.

He was already tall and tall, and the rather bloated down jacket seemed to fit snugly on his body.

"Master, go to Fengtai District, Yu Suier Hutong."

"okay."

The driver was over forty years old, and his huge beer belly was tightened by the seat belt. Inexplicably, Huo Yunting thought of Fatty.

However, his hair is black and thick, and it is well maintained.

"Man, is there any song you want to listen to?"

The driver wasn't a chatterbox, the main reason was that this trip would take several hours, and he had accepted a big order.You have to take care of your customers.

"No, you can do whatever you want." Seeing the scenery flashing backwards quickly outside the car window, Huo Yunting asked: "Master, can I open the window for a while?"

"Yes. My rough skin and thick flesh are not afraid of freezing."

The driver glanced to the right, well, young people are really hot.

Then turn on the radio and play what you usually like to listen to.

The car window was only half rolled, and a gust of cold wind blew.

I wanted to get in along the collar, but the sweater was clinging to my body, so I couldn't get it in.He could only walk on his face like venting his anger.

But Huo Yunting enjoyed this process very much.

The cold wind hit his face, which instantly made most of his mind clear.

Although there are not many scenes in the filming from Guizhou in the past few months, the degree of digestion is definitely better than the sum of all the previous roles.

My mind has never been so clear.

"brake~"

The driver slammed on the brakes and stopped at a red light.

Huo Yunting looked sideways, and on the sidewalk next to him, a young woman in a beige windbreaker was talking on the phone.

"Hello? Principal Gao, yes yes yes..."

"Then please register for me, my name is Bai Jie. White is white, pure is pure..."

"I don't know much about Chen Yi's affairs..."

The woman with the curly hair walked farther and farther away, and her voice gradually weakened.

Huo Yunting closed his eyes slightly, this feeling of being able to listen to all kinds of sounds around him made him very intoxicated.

"...This is indeed a good point. Let's take the United States as an example. There is an American five-star general, Corporal James."

"Hey hey, wait a moment. Five-star general?"

"Ang? What's the matter?"

"Corporal James? Do you sound like that?"

Huo Yunting was taken aback for a moment, then laughed dumbly.Following the sound, it was coming from the radio.

The seat was adjusted back, and he closed his eyes with great interest and listened to the driver.

But the more I listen to it, the more I feel something is wrong. Why is this voice so familiar?
"... There are many little fairies, such as the Tooth Fairy, who specialize in taking care of children's deciduous teeth. There are also some like the Donkey Fairy, who..."

Donkey Fairy?
Huo Yunting realized instantly, isn't this fucking Lao Guo?
Patted the smiling driver, "Master, stop laughing first, let me ask whose cross talk is this?"

The driver burst into tears, his beer belly quivered like jelly.

"Ke, ka! Gudong."

The expected tui did not appear, but a few strange noises were made from the throat, and the throat moved up and down—swallowing...

The driver asked with a smile, "Man, what did you just say?"

……

Is this also a shame?
Huo Yunting tried his best to think better, he was very capable, he didn't roll down the car window and spit out.

"I want to ask if this is a cross talk from Deyun Society?"

"I don't know. I knew it belonged to Guo Degang. Man, do you also care about this?"

"It's okay. What kind of column is this? Is it very popular?"

"'Happy Teahouse' by Peking Literature and Art Broadcasting. Oh, their cross talk is really interesting."

Yes, it's really Lao Guo's cross talk.

Previously, they could only perform in Tianqiaole Tea Garden, but now they are all on the Internet.

Lao Guo is really gaining momentum.

Not long after, the car stopped.

"Man, it's time to arrive."

"Okay, trouble master."

Get off, pay, all in one go.

Turning the lock on the door, pushing the door open and entering, the courtyard was completely silent.There is still a layer of ice balls on the small stone table.

Entered the main room, took off his clothes, got into bed and fell asleep.

This sleep until noon the next day.

With his body and bones, even if four or five people come to fight for a night, he can still be alive and kicking.But I feel surprisingly tired.

Strange too.

After changing his clothes, he went to the company to find Wang Jinghua, and briefly talked about the past few months—maybe it was because of Brother Dong, Wang Jinghua was always more lenient towards him than others.

He took out an envelope, which contained more than 3 yuan of salary.According to his contract with Huayi Brothers, it is four or six points.

As for the seven thousand that Wang Xiaoshuai gave, he didn't tell Wang Jinghua in detail.

"Sister Hua, I'll go now."

"You've worked hard these past few months, so take a good rest. What's more, it's almost New Year's Eve, isn't it?"

Huo Yunting was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "Indeed."

Now it is different from the past. With money in hand, I can go home at any time.

As in the past, they went to see Lao Guo, and Yu Qianer and the others had a meal—this time Lao Guo treated them to guests.

Guo Degang can be said to be proud of his horseshoe disease now, and he is full of air.

"Brother Huo, just wait and see, I, Guo Degang, will definitely have a place in the cross talk world in the future!"

"One seat? At least you have to conquer half of the cross talk world."

"Oh! Don't, you're killing me now."

After the meal, several people went back to their respective homes on the road.

Guo Degang is going to write a new cross talk, and Yu Qian is going to the racecourse.

As for Yue Yunpeng, he was dragged away by Huo Yunting for a walk.

"I said fat, why are you so absent-minded when eating? Are you afraid that you and your senior brothers will see you eating alone?"

Xiaopang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Brother Yun, what's the matter? I have something wrong with me..."

"You have a strong Peking accent."

"Brother Yun, you are kidding me."

The two laughed and cursed a few more times, and then walked on the road in silence.Feet crunched on the snow.

"I'll lend you some money, and I'll have a look at it when I go home during the Chinese New Year."

Yue Yunpeng was stunned for a moment, and his face turned red again.Muttering on his lips for a long time, he finally refused in a low voice.

"Brother Yun, forget it."

"You can make up your own mind."

After a few days, Brother Dong and his wife were invited to serve as seats.

This is a private invitation, Huo Yunting called out to his sister-in-law one by one.

This is like going through all the friends in Beiping.

On the [-]th, I boarded the train back to Cangzhou.

NO.14 is a young boy in the north. Now that he has money, his illnesses have been digested a lot.The most important thing is to go back early and stay with my parents for a few more days. The most important thing is to enjoy the Spring Festival of [-].

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

Carrying a total of a dozen gift boxes in left and right hands, the sound came in before entering the yard.

The so-called Young Man in Fresh Clothes and Angry Horse probably meant just that.

At least for the people in their village.

Kicked down the fence, nobody in the yard.

When I saw the house again, I saw his father talking with someone and his mother making tea and water.

have a guest.

Looking at the guest seat, an old man with piercing eyes.

His hair and beard are grizzled, but he doesn't have the feeling of a fairy, but a domineering aura.

Such a fierce old man.

This was the first thought that came to Huo Yunting's mind.

"Excuse me, this little friend is Renqiu Chuanwu Huo Yunting?"

The gift box was put down gently, stumbling around.

"Yes, I am. Dare I ask you?"

"My name is Yu Chenghui. Someone praised the sword master."

　It feels like a lot of people have been asking questions about the heroine recently.

　　Let’s talk about the single heroine here, who cares about her heart but not her kidneys.

　　As for who the heroine is, I haven't figured it out yet.

　　Some people are also asking me if I am someone's trumpet, so I will never reply here in unison

　　really not
　　
　
(End of this chapter)