1990: Starting from Baojia Street

Chapter 24 Don’t praise me to death (please vote!)
Returning the summary of her speech to Zhou Yan, Gong Li stood up and stretched, "Let's end it here today. The opening ceremony will be held tomorrow, and there are still some things to be busy with."

Zhou Yan smiled and nodded, "Okay Sister Li, I've really wasted your time these past two days."

Gong Li waved her hand, "Don't say any polite words. Just remember the melon seeds. If one day the melon seeds break, I will cause trouble for you."

She looked at the melon seed shells on the table again, "I'll leave the finishing work to you."

Zhou Yan patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

After Gong Li left, Zhou Yan cleaned up the scene, and then walked briskly towards his dormitory. Now he felt like a martial arts practitioner in a martial arts novel. After Gong Li's special training, he had opened up the two channels of Ren and Du. Sooner or later Achieving supreme martial arts will naturally make you feel beautiful.

Humming a little tune all the way back to the house, Zhou Yan was stunned when he opened the door.

He Wuming was not there, and a tall, thin, middle-aged man was packing his things next to the bed next to He Wuming. That bed was where screenwriter Ni Zhen slept.

Zhou Yan asked tentatively, "Teacher Ni?"

The man turned around, looked at Zhou Yan, and asked doubtfully, "Who are you?"

"I am Mr. Zhao's music assistant Zhou Yan, and I also live in this house." Zhou Yan introduced himself.

Ni Zhen pushed up his glasses and said with a smile, "Oh, it's you."

He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses. The frames were already large, and since he had a small face and small eyes, the frames seemed particularly large, as if one-third of his face was covered by the glasses.

Zhou Yan walked up enthusiastically, took out Hongtashan from his pocket and gave Ni Zhen a cigarette, "Did Teacher Ni just arrive?"

Ni Zhen politely took the one on the inside, and then said with a smile, "Isn't there a power-on ceremony tomorrow? I rushed here, just a few minutes after arriving. I have been here once before, and it took a long time. Come on, you covered the cloth on my bed, right?"

Zhou Yan nodded, "It's very dusty here, and I don't know when you'll come back. I thought the bedding would get dusty if left like this, so I borrowed a piece of cloth from the clothing team to cover it."

Ni Zhen said gratefully, "Thank you so much. I didn't think of this when I left. If I hadn't covered it with this cloth, I would have had a headache."

"Hey, you're welcome, Teacher Ni. It's just a little effort." Zhou Yan waved his hand, "I'm going to the clothing team in a while, so I can hand the cloth back to them."

Ni Zhen also lit his cigarette at this moment. It could be seen that he had been in a hurry on the way here, and he almost had the words "traveled and dusty" carved on his face.

After taking a comfortable drag on his cigarette, Ni Zhen sat down on the bed, then smiled and said to Zhou Yan, "You can sit down too."

Zhou Yan nodded and ran to drag a chair over.

Ni Zhen spit out the smoke he had just inhaled. As if he was worried that the smoke would blow in front of Zhou Yan, he waved his hand to disperse the smoke, "On the way here, I heard Liu Qing say that you play the flute very well, and because Did you get the role of Chen Feipu?"

Zhou Yan was not surprised to hear that it was Liu Qing who said it. Liu Qing could be said to be his biggest fan, and he would brag about how good he played the flute when he met everyone.

When they first met, Zhou Yan thought Liu Qing was difficult to get along with, but now it seems that he is really easy to get along with.Sometimes Zhou Yan would advise Liu Qing not to praise him too much, because he was afraid that the higher he praised him, the worse he would fall.

Liu Qing disagreed. He felt that since he had real talent and knowledge, more people should know about it. Young people should not be too humble, but should be restless and arrogant.

"Brother Liu praises me so much. I am from the Conservatory of Music and have basic skills in musical instruments." Zhou Yan said modestly.

"What a basic skill." Ni Zhen gave a thumbs up. "Actually, most people just need to do the most basic things well, but in fact, most people can't do it."

Ni Zhen can easily bring out the tone of teaching and educating people when he speaks. This is a professional habit. He has taught at Yanjing Film Academy for ten years and is considered an old teacher.

Zhou Yan did not answer Ni Zhen's words, but asked about school affairs, "Teacher Ni, is he busy at school recently?"

"I'm busy, of course I'm busy. It's the beginning of school, but it won't work if I don't come to the studio. I'll stay here for two days and go back the day after tomorrow."

"It's quite hard to go back and forth like this."

"It can't be helped." Ni Zhen smiled, stood up and started to make the bed again, "I am happy with it myself." Seeing that Ni Zhen was busy, Zhou Yan did not continue to disturb him, and reached out to pick up the cloth that was originally covering the quilt, " Teacher Ni, please do your work first, I will return this cloth to the costume team."

"sorry to bother you."

"It's all right."

……

After coming out of the dormitory, Zhou Yan went straight to the clothing team. He happened to remember what Dong Wenmiao told him in the morning, so he took advantage of the time at the end of the day to go over and solve the problem.If his scenes are scheduled to be scheduled later, don’t delay him because of clothing issues. It’s normal to encounter any emergencies during filming.

The room assigned to the clothing team is not small, but it is full of clothes and fabrics, and there are rags everywhere on the floor, giving people the feeling of having nowhere to go.

It can be seen from the rag leader here that their team has been really busy recently.

Xiao Qi, a girl who used to play cards with Zhou Yan and the others, was cutting fabric with scissors. When she saw him coming, she greeted him with a smile, "Zhou Yan, you are here.

"Well, are you busy?"

Xiao Qi nodded helplessly, "Yes, if you want to play cards with me, I can't accompany you."

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Don't always think that I only come to you to play cards, so I can't come to you to do something serious? It was your teacher Dong who called me here, saying that there were some parts of my clothes that needed to be changed."

"There is such a thing, it seems that some parts are not the right size."

"Where are you, Mr. Dong?"

"She was still there just now. She will be back soon. Why don't you wait for her for a while?"

"Can't you connect with me?"

"No, I don't know which parts have the problem. I have to wait for Teacher Dong to come back."

"Okay, then I'll wait for her for a while." Zhou Yan nodded and raised the cloth in his hand, "I borrowed it from you before."

Xiao Qi pointed to the corner, "Just leave it there."

Zhou Yan put the cloth over and looked around the room. Although the rags on the ground were messy, the clothes on the hangers were neatly arranged. Each hanger also had signs "Songlian" and "Meishan" hanging on it. "Zhuo Yun"...if you look carefully, there are labels on every piece of clothing.

Songlian Q1, Songlian D1... This logo made Zhou Yan a little confused, so he turned to Xiao Qi and asked, "What do the Q1 and D1 on this label mean?"

Xiao Qi smiled and explained to him, "Q means autumn, D means winter, Q1 is the clothes numbered 1 in autumn, and D1 is the clothes numbered 1 in winter."

"I see, it's easier for you to take."

Xiao Qi nodded, "Well, it's all assigned by Teacher Dong."

Speaking of Teacher Dong, Zhou Yan smiled and said, "I only heard you talk about Teacher Dong before, but I didn't expect her to be so young."

"Mr. Dong stayed in school after graduation. Of course you are young. But aren't you younger?"

"I am a student and she is a teacher. There is no comparison."

"What's the matter..." Xiao Qi started to speak, but suddenly stopped and looked at the door with a smile, "Teacher Dong is back."

　Pig stomach, good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)