Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 50

The days always fly by imperceptibly.

Wei Ping'an finished all his five-day weddings, and it was time for the rest day.

In the past five days, I went shopping with Zhou Wen twice.

The first time was to buy some new clothes for daily use and Zhou Wen, mainly Zhou Zimo and Zhou Wen.

I bought a piece of fabric for the old lady and a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes with thousand-ply soles.

The style is very ordinary, and the comfort is the main priority.

The old lady didn't have her feet bound, and she walked like a tiger, so she needed more shoes.

The second time, because the old lady was moving back to the front yard, Wei Pingan took Zhou Wen to buy an electric fan for the old lady.

Sitting fan, bronze four-leaf Watson plate.

The old lady bought a lot of waste newspapers from Old Li, boiled the paste and pasted half of the wall of the house.

Perhaps this is a unique way for the elderly to tidy up their homes.

Or maybe relying on this form, it can comfort the old people who have left their homeland and cannot return to their roots.

Anyway, after the newspaper was pasted, Wei Pingan entered the room again, and he had the urge to take off his shoes and sit cross-legged on the kang to chat.

Well, even without a kang head.

So as the saying goes, where there are people, is home.

That's what it feels like.

Zhou Zimo was too young to live in the small building alone, so he could only move back to the front yard with his grandmother.

The young man was a bit resentful, but his tutor was very good and he didn't cry.

Neither the old lady nor Zhou Wen are used to him, pretending not to see him.

Only Wei Pingan couldn't bear it, and secretly gave him a small packet of Taibai Rabbit toffee.

Anyway, I lost one of my front teeth, so I'm not afraid of tooth decay...

For the rest of the time, a young couple lived a life as shameless as a honeymoon.

The food has also changed a lot because of this, for example, the tea I drink is soaked with goji berries, and the scrambled eggs with chili peppers have also been changed to scrambled eggs with leeks...

Don't ask where the leeks come from.

There were greenhouse vegetables in the last century, but only a few wealthy families would use them.

Now the pigeon market or the vegetable market will be sporadic, and they will be scrambled to buy them.

Wei Ping'an went out for a walk and could "buy" everything.

After the five-day holiday, catch up with the rest day.

Today, Zhang Baoqiang, Ding Lijun and Anyang all made an appointment to visit the teacher's wife.

Zhou Wen received them generously, and together with the old lady, cooked a large table of sumptuous dishes.

Four kinds of dishes, when put on the table, take up the entire table.

It is not a plate but a basin that serves vegetables.

Commonly known as the four basins.

All meat dishes.

Wei Pingan was happy, and brought out the antique version of Moutai town craft wine, and the four of them drank two bottles.

Although Anyang was still young, he was regarded as an adult after work, and he also drank half a cup.

Finally, the tongue is bald.

Only Ding Lijun is the most sober.

"Lijun, remember to send Anyang home, and I'll leave it to you. Baoqiang, do you have any questions?"

"Don't worry, master."

"I'm fine, master..."

After bidding farewell to the three of them, Wei Ping'an turned and entered the house.

The old lady and daughter-in-law in the house are cleaning up the mess.

Adhering to the traditional concept, the four masters and apprentices drank and socialized, and the women did not go to the table.

Although the table is too small, it is not suitable for Zhou Wen to sit next to anyone, and it will make the other party stiff, but this is not the main reason, it is the old lady who stopped it.

This is the rule, don't break the rule casually.

"When Xiaowen has a formal job, it's normal to show her face. Now she is the housekeeper of the family, a woman in the inner courtyard, how can she show her face..."

Well, this is what the old lady said at the time.

Therefore, the four masters and apprentices ate and drank, and Zhou Wen just served the food to say hello, and then went to the small building with the old lady.

Read a book, chat, and the time will pass.

It was hot and dry in the afternoon, so Wei Pingan went to the yard to water the vegetable patch.

Zhou Wen put away the sheets and quilts that were drying.

"Daughter-in-law, after a while, let's look for a sewing ticket. There is no sewing machine at home, and sewing is too much trouble for the old lady."

"When I was in my hometown, there was a sewing machine at home. Because I couldn't bring it here, I gave it to the neighbor's fat lady..."

While chatting, a voice suddenly sounded at the gate of the courtyard.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Wei Lai Wei here?"

Zhou Wen turned his head and looked curiously at the gate of the courtyard.

"Here, wait a moment."

Wei Pingan yelled, put down the kettle and walked over.

A middle-aged man with short hair stood at the door, wearing a white shirt, blue trousers, and three-jointed leather shoes.

Dressed as an intellectual.

He wears a plum watch on his wrist.

Well, this is considered a valuable item in later generations.

"you are?"

"Oh, are you Teacher Wei Lai? My name is Lu Xu, and I'm a director..."

Lu Xu is a director. Whether he is famous or not is not introduced. Wei Pingan is not in that circle, and he doesn't know it very well.

But polite words will still be said.

I have admired and admired for a long time, and I am polite.

Then Jean entered the room and sat down opposite each other at the dining table.

Zhou Wen poured a pot of Longjing. The celadon teacup with purple sand and ice-cracked glaze pattern carved with plums was very delicate. Director Lu Xu picked it up and took a good look at it several times.

Wei Ping'an pursed his lips, it was just a bargain in the Xixi edition mall, and he exchanged for 6 cups and 2 points.

Not worth mentioning.

"Mr. Wei, I have an unfeeling invitation to come this time..."

"Since it's a ruthless invitation, there's no need to invite it..." Wei Pingan almost blurted out.

"Director Lu Xu, please tell me."

"I have read your masterpiece "Bright Sword"..."

Lu Xu is here to talk about making movies.

This guy is really bold.

Although this "Bright Sword" has been integrated into this era after Wei Pingan's text processing, but the length is so long, Wei Pingan is worried about whether it can present the high-quality goods of the first version of Bright Sword, let alone compressed into a movie?
"I want to ask, do you want to capture a chapter, or just take a few chapters?"

"This...that's what I thought..."

Lu Xu's meaning obviously has the meaning of the latter, but he also emphasizes that he will be meticulous.

Wei Pingan has reservations about this.

"Director Lu Xu, wait a moment..."

Wei Pingan was having a headache, when he caught sight of the desk out of the corner of his eye, he was suddenly enlightened.

From the drawer next to the wall of the desk, he took out five or six pages of paper and handed them to Lu Xu.

"The day before yesterday I submitted a new novella. It told the story of the Jiaodong Anti-Japanese Base Area. It was also a method of warfare. It started from Zhaojiazhuang, which is far away from the enemy's Huangcun stronghold..."

Wei Pingan handed the manuscript to Lu Xu, and began to explain the story, which can also be called a plot.

After all, Wei Pingan was also a person who spoke in front of more than 3000 entrepreneurs without fear.

The sense of picture is easily outlined from his few words.

Lu Xu didn't take it seriously at first, and it was a bit perfunctory, but he listened to it and became fascinated. Occasionally, he was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and would pat his thigh to discuss the connection of the plot and the tension of the performance with Wei Pingan...

He got carried away and didn't realize that many directors professionally examine angles and nouns. Wei Ping'an sounds effortless and can participate in the discussion.

The two sides come and go, which can be called a bright moment.

It wasn't until the evening when the smell of food from every household in the courtyard wafted over that Lu Xu woke up from the discussion.

"Brother Lu, you and I had a great chat, why don't we just stay and have a light meal together."

"No, no, I've been bothering you for a long time. Brother Wei, I'll take over the script, and the screenwriter will write your name. You don't have to worry about the cost of the script and screenwriting, I know it well..."

In this era, food rations are the most concerned of every family.

Although Lu Xu is not short of money or work, he has no intention of relying on other people's homes to eat and drink when he first visits.

He is a new and well-known director, and he doesn't lack that food.

It's just that he doesn't know the food standard of Wei Ping'an's family.

Otherwise, you must feel sorry for not being able to stay for a meal with the cheek.

"Then I'll sort it out in the next few days, rewrite it according to the pattern of the script, and send it to Brother Lu."

"Okay, then it's settled."

Lu Xu said boldly: "When the time comes, let your sister-in-law stir-fry two dishes, and we two have a good drink..."

Wei Pingan frowned.

Director Lu Xu is not emotionally rich either.

He was still at home, so he promised to eat his food and drink his food. If he hadn't figured out his temper during this period of time, he would have thought it was deliberately raising his voice.

Send Lu Xu to the gate of the courtyard.

Wei Ping'an's actions already seemed very high-standard.

Maybe it's because of similar habits, or maybe it's because of future tickets...

Waiting to come home.

The old lady and Zhou Wen had already got into the kitchen and got busy.

Suddenly, Wei Ping'an felt a warmth welling up in his heart.

Feeling like family is not too comfortable.

(End of this chapter)