1990: Starting from Baojia Street

Chapter 12 Returned

He Wuming carefully put the Yueqin he played just now into the piano case, and then took out the flute, "I got this bamboo flute last spring. Before that, I rarely had contact with southern music flutes. Most of them are northern bangdi."

Zhou Yan nodded, that's right. He Wuming sang Peking Opera and should have a better understanding of the northern style of music.

As soon as the name Bangdi is heard, it is easy to think of Northern Bangzi Opera, and it is indeed used as an accompaniment to Bangzi Opera. The body of Bangdi is shorter than that of Qudi, and the sound is louder and brighter. The two types of flutes have different playing techniques. The difference is quite big.

"Teacher He has only been playing music for a year and a half, and yet he is able to achieve such a level. His talent in music is really amazing." Zhou Yan boasted casually, as flattering people has almost been engraved in his genes.

Most people can't resist his "death by flattery" skill, but there are some sane people who don't accept this trick, like the He Wuming in front of him.

He Wuming shook his head, "I don't have much talent in playing musical instruments. Even the bangdi is mediocre. This flute is in pretty good condition and the material is pretty good. It's a bit of a waste in my hands, so I want to give it to you." you."

Zhou Yan's eyes widened and he didn't understand at all. Although they had been "living together" for more than half a month, in Zhou Yan's opinion, the relationship between the two was not enough to give such a valuable gift.

He Wuming's flute is not cheap, costing at least one or two hundred yuan, and the flute is relatively personal. Zhang Yimou brought the flute over today, but if it weren't for the new one, Zhou Yan wouldn't want to use it.

"Teacher He, I really can't accept such an expensive gift, and I already have a flute. Thank you for your kindness."

Hearing Zhou Yan's rejection, He Wuming didn't say anything, nodded and put the bamboo flute back into the box.

Zhou Yan watched from the side as he packed several musical instruments in the box. After struggling for a while, he still asked, "Director Zhang knows that I can play the flute. Did you tell him?"

"Yeah." As if he had expected Zhou Yan to ask, He Wuming answered quickly.

He Wuming then stood up and explained to Zhou Yan, "I met Director Zhang yesterday. I think he thought we were roommates, so we would know each other better, so he asked me some things about you, such as whether you can play the flute."

"So you came back this morning and asked me if I could play the flute to answer Director Zhang?"

He Wuming nodded, "Yes."

Zhou Yan scratched his temples in confusion, "Then do you know why he asked me to play the flute?"

"It's hard to say." He Wuming shook his head, and then said unconsciously, "I only heard that the actor who was originally scheduled to play the young master Chen Feipu may not be able to come."

He Wuming didn't say the next words, but Zhou Yan already understood what it meant.

The original actor couldn't come, so Zhang Yimou would definitely have to find a substitute. It seemed that Zhang Yimou was eyeing him, so he wanted to see if he could play the flute.

If this is the case, did his performance today make Zhang Yimou make his decision?

If Zhang Yimou really invited himself to play Chen Feipu, would he agree or not?
Zhou Yan's thoughts suddenly drifted away. It was just a coincidence that he came as a soundtrack assistant. If he really took on another role, his time-travel start would be really amazing.

……

Ever since he heard what He Wuming said about the character Chen Feipu, Zhou Yan had been thinking about it, but Zhang Yimou never told him about it.

A week after this incident, Zhou Yan no longer took it to heart and just pretended that it never happened.

On the morning of August 12th, Zhou Yan had just taken a walk in the big courtyard when he was dragged by two girls from the makeup team to discuss the elegant art - Landlord Fighting. However, Fighting Landlords was not called Landlord Fighting at the moment. The name two-on-one evolved from running fast. "One against two, your hands must not have exploded. Hey, I still have a club 3 in my hand, and I won again." Zhou Yan threw out the last card, then spread his hands and showed a pair of He looked very much in need of a beating.

The two girls each held a handful of cards in their hands and sighed helplessly. Zhou Yan was so lucky with cards that they couldn't win together.

One of the girls with two braids picked up the cards on the stool and looked up and down, "I even suspect you of cheating."

Zhou Yan said with a smile, "Hong Guantou, you can't afford to lose now. Look at Lin Juan, she hasn't said a word until now."

The girl's name is Hong Xin, she is 25 or [-] years old. She is responsible for taking care of actors' hair and headgear. Zhou Yan jokingly calls her "Guantou". As the name suggests, she specializes in looking after people's heads.The other girl is Lin Juan. She is younger, about the same age as Zhou Yan, only in her early twenties. She has no qualifications, so she follows Hong Xin to help deliver things and touch up makeup.

Hong Xin glanced at Lin Juan next to her, and said angrily, "Juanzi is so fascinated by you, I even suspect that she deliberately betrayed her."

Hearing this, Lin Juan suddenly blushed from her face to her neck, "Oh, Sister Hong, what are you talking about? I won't play anymore."

After saying that, Lin Juan lowered her head and ran away.

"Hey, this girl is so embarrassed."

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Lin Juan is still young, don't tease her like this all the time."

"She's not young anymore. She's a little older than you. Logically speaking, you should call her sister. It's better now. I hear her calling Brother Zhou Yan, Brother Zhou Yan in my ears every day. My ear canals are calloused by your name. ."

"I look older." Zhou Yan smiled and was about to put away the cards on the stool when he heard Liu Qing calling him from outside.

"Zhou Yan!"

Zhou Yan quickly ran out of Zhuang Zao's house and saw Liu Qing standing in the middle of the aisle holding a pile of letters.

"Brother Liu, it's over here."

Liu Qing turned around and said with a smile, "I have your letter."

Then he took out the last letter and handed it to Zhou Yan, "Here it is, sent from Yanjing. Why is it so thick?"

"It's so thick, maybe it's money." Zhou Yan joked.

"Okay, you can continue dreaming. I'm going to deliver letters to others." After saying that, Liu Qing left with the other letters.

These days, it is very inconvenient to receive letters in the village. The number of postmen is limited, and transportation mainly relies on bicycles. Therefore, many letters cannot be delivered to the villages below, and even if they can be delivered, it will take a long time.If it is close to the town, it may be delivered once every four or five days. If it is far away, it is normal to deliver it once every ten days and half a month.

With so many people from the crew here, they must receive a lot of letters, so every time Liu Qing drives the chef to the town or county to do shopping, he will bring letters from Qiaojiabao Village.

This is the first time Zhou Yan has received a letter in the Qiao Family Courtyard. Even if it is so thick, it must be a manuscript he has sent before.

Zhou Yan sighed slightly. The manuscript came back, proving that he didn't want it. But he soon adjusted his mood. It didn't matter. During this period, he submitted many more manuscripts. There must be more than a dozen. This is the first one. Defeated.

(End of this chapter)