Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 294 292. This bowl of rice is so salty

Chen Li'an woke up as soon as the early morning sun rose. He sat up in a daze and was stunned for a while before he remembered that he didn't have to go to the set today.

However, he couldn't fall asleep, so he got out of bed, washed up, and went out.

There was no driver or assistant today, so Chen Li'an still felt a little comfortable. He spent the whole morning wandering around alone, and then went down to see the children at Chen Meiren's place.

In the evening, before Mrs. Chen got off work, Chen Li'an ran away early again, as if Mrs. Chen was a terrifying early stage.

It's a pity that the eldest daughter was taken to Xiangjiang by Gong Li. Although Chen Li'an thought in his heart, he couldn't see it.

It seems that everyone knows that Chen Li'an is filming these days. Even if Chen Li'an has a day off, no one calls him. There are quite a few work calls, but Liu Tao is handling them for him.

Chen Li'an took a break and went to a famous bar to drink at night. He also met a few rock singers and chatted for a while. However, after these rock singers drank too much, the scene was a bit unacceptable.

They were good at hooking up with girls. Chen Li'an also saw them smoking a strange-tasting cigarette, taking a small blue pill while drinking, and tricking the girl into giving it a try.

Chen Li'an silently helped the girls, stuffed their things back, turned around and left the bar to report them.

Chen Li'an sat on a stone pillar not far from the bar, smoking a cigarette and watching the police cars with flashing lights go in and take away the people one by one, and sighed helplessly.

The movie script was written conservatively, and Chen Li'an was wondering whether he should add a paragraph like this to the script to straighten out these messy things.

After thinking for a while, Chen Li'an took out his phone and called Huo Jianqi. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Huo Jianqi was still looking at materials at Beijing Film Studio. He was still confused when he received Chen Li'an's call.

"Hey, why are you calling me like this?" Huo Jianqi asked curiously, his tone full of exhaustion.

Chen Li'an sat on the stone pier, looked at the flashing police siren and said, "Let's add a scene to the script. I came across something very interesting today."

"What's up?"

"Send a few drug addicts in."

Chen Li'an took the phone and talked to Huo Jianqi about what happened tonight, but as he said it, he felt that it was not good to include it. Although the movie tells the story of a singer, it is essentially about those who come to the capital to make a living. You are young and your career doesn't matter at all.

After listening to Chen Li'an's words, Huo Jianqi pondered for a moment and said: "We also considered this issue at the beginning, but this phenomenon is not suitable for our current theme and will have a strong color of prejudice."

"Most people are already prejudiced against marginalized people in society. If this situation is added to the mix, it will have a bad impact."

Chen Li'an looked at the police car that had left and agreed with Huo Jianqi's statement. It was true that he couldn't be killed with a stick. After all, there were many good people.

After chatting with Huo Jianqi for a few more words, Chen Li'an hung up the phone and went home.

It has been more than half a month since the filming of the movie, and more than half of the filming progress has been completed. Chen Li'an and Huo Jianqi still cooperate very well, and they rarely waste too much time on one shot.

After all, Huo Jianqi has been preparing for more than half a year, and he knows what he wants to achieve. Not all directors are like Wang Jiawei.

Today's shooting task was relatively heavy. Chen Li'an remained silent from getting up in the morning to the set, keeping himself in a tense state and immersed in the emotions of the characters.

Huo Jianqi also knew Chen Li'an's acting habits, so he didn't bother him when he saw it. Xu Qing wanted to come over to chat with Chen Li'an, but Huo Jianqi stopped her.

"Don't disturb him." Huo Jianqi looked at Xu Qing and said, "Li'an is different from ordinary actors. He gets into a state and doesn't like others to disturb him."

Xu Qing glanced at Chen Li'an sitting in the corner smoking with some pity. His temperament attracted her today, and she wanted to go over and talk to him.

"Okay, all departments, get ready!" Huo Jianqi stopped Xu Qing and shouted, clapping his hands.

Chen Li'an took one look and withdrew his gaze, rubbed his stomach after not eating for two meals, and stood up to prepare for filming.

In front of the bar in the bar, the bar owner applauded symbolically after hearing Chen Li'an sing. After he came over, he said, "You can sing well and play guitar well, but can you drink?"

Chen Li'an nodded, not understanding what he meant.

The boss smiled and said: "I don't lack singers here, but I do lack a handsome waiter like you. If you have a drink and chat, I'm sure you can make more money than you can by singing."

Chen Li'an frowned, picked up the guitar and was about to leave. The boss immediately stopped him and said, "It's okay if you don't want to. Do you want to sell this guitar?"

"Not for sale!" Chen Li'an left without looking back.

The street under the sun was filled with an alluring aroma of food. Chen Li'an, who had just come out of the bar, stood in the sun and squinted his eyes. He felt that the sun was very dazzling and seemed to be tanning himself.

It was clearly the warm sunshine of early spring, but Chen Li'an felt that the sunlight shining on him seemed to burn his skin, and he took back his steps out of the shadows.

On the street outside the bar, a man wearing glasses and an ill-fitting suit hung a sign with a photo on his chest, holding flyers in his hand and constantly stopping passers-by to sell in the sunshine.

"Sir, do you want to buy a house? It's a newly built community on the edge of the Third Ring Road. It's a standard commercial house with three bedrooms and one living room and is open to the north and south."

"Look, this house is really nice. I have photos here."

"Sister, do you want to see the house? Our house is very nice, especially suitable for a person of your temperament."

"Sir, you look really elegant and you look like a successful person. Do you want to consider improving your housing environment?"

The salesman in a suit was rejected time and time again, and was disliked time and time again. Sweat broke out on his forehead as he ran back and forth. Occasionally, someone stopped, but after asking a few questions, he turned around and left.

Chen Li'an hid in the shadows and watched the man, watching him running back and forth, watching him saying all kinds of flattering words, he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable disgust in his heart.

He didn't know who he hated, but he just didn't want to see this scene again, so he turned around and walked aimlessly against the shadow on the wall, carefully walking as funny as possible, like a coward who didn't dare to face him. The clown against reality.

He just took two steps and looked back, with a trace of wavering and envy in his eyes.

Chen Li'an glanced at it and then looked away, put the guitar on his shoulder again, and continued walking along the shadow under the eaves of the store.

The aroma of beef noodles kept wafting in the air, and Chen Li'an's footsteps were blocked by the steaming pot at the door of the noodle shop.

The steam of the noodle soup continued to rise, and the spicy and spicy smell penetrated into Chen Li'an's nose along with the pot steam. Chen Li'an lowered his head and took out his only money from his pocket, and then looked up at the beef noodles that the boss had just made. , with red oil floating on it and a few thin slices of beef spread on it.

However, the warm banknotes did not fall into the boss's money box. Chen Li'an was looking at the soup pot and was about to go around it when a figure suddenly appeared next to him.

"Brother, what a coincidence. Come for dinner. Let's go, I'll treat you." The salesman in a fat suit, holding a flyer and a sign in his hand, pulled Chen Li'an towards the noodle shop.

Chen Li'an was a little confused by this sudden situation, but the sales man was unfazed and pulled Chen Li'an toward the noodle shop.

"Boss, two bowls of beef noodles, please add more noodles. One bowl is not enough every time."

The boss glanced at him and responded perfunctorily, then lowered his head and continued to ramen.

The salesman pushed Chen Li'an into the noodle shop, pushed him to sit down and then said, "I really like your singing. I went to the bar a few days ago to listen to you singing Norwegian Wood."

Chen Li'an felt strange and couldn't sit still, but the sales man enthusiastically took out his chopsticks and put them in front of Chen Li'an. He also pushed a few cloves of garlic over and said, "If you eat noodles without garlic, the flavor will be half as good."

The sales man said with a smile. Seeing that Chen Li'an was still carrying the guitar, he asked curiously: "Are you rushing to a show? Are you going to sing tonight?"

Chen Li'an was silent and didn't know how to face such enthusiasm. The salesman laughed and didn't care, peeling garlic and urging the boss to go faster, he was about to starve to death.

Soon the boss brought two bowls of noodles and put them in front of them. The ramen, which was decorated with red oil and beef slices, looked attractive in color. The aroma that kept coming into his nose made Chen Li'an feel his stomach moving.

The salesman opposite had already picked up the chopsticks to pick up the noodles and blew on the noodles. After a moment of hesitation, Chen Li'an also picked up the chopsticks and picked up a thin piece of beef.

After the sales man slurped down a big mouthful of noodles, he looked at Chen Li'an who had just put the meat into his mouth and joked with a smile: "I like to eat the meat at the end. When I was a kid, my mother always said that I was picky. "

"But the other day when I heard you sing, I was generous. I gave you a fifty-yuan flower basket without even blinking. I really liked the song you sang, and it felt like you were singing about myself."

Chen Li'an chewed the beef numbly. He could no longer feel the taste in his mouth. He didn't hear clearly what the salesman said next.

"Actually, you should sing more songs. If you always sing one song, you can try it next time."

The sales man was still enthusiastically giving Chen Li'an advice, but when he looked up, he found that Chen Li'an had left at some point.

There was only one piece of beef missing from the bowl of noodles, and there were a few crumpled banknotes on the table, no more, no less, exactly fifty-five.

The sales man was stunned for a moment, still picking up the noodles with the chopsticks in his hand, but he couldn't help but sigh.

Behind the monitor outside the noodle shop, Xu Qing asked curiously: "Where did you find this actor? He acted well."

Huo Jian shouted "Ka" at first, then turned to Xu Qing and said, "Li'an's classmate is called Fudalong."

Xu Qing nodded and said, "The performance is really good, but she is a bit short."

"Haha, don't say that in front of people." Huo Jianqi laughed, looked at Chen Li'an who had already come over, stood up and asked, "How are you doing? Do you want to take a rest?"

Chen Li'an shook his head and said, "No, let's continue."

Huo Jiandi nodded and immediately called the staff to prepare for the transfer. Fu Dalong in the noodle shop looked at the two unfinished noodles and felt a little regretful before running out after taking a big mouthful.

Fu Dalong ran up to Chen Li'an and gave a thumbs up and said: "You did a great job!"

"You're a good actor." Chen Li'an looked at the corners of his mouth and pointed, "There will be some drama later, so I won't care about you. I'll treat you to dinner later."

"Hey, didn't you invite me just now?" Fudalong smiled, patted Chen Li'an on the shoulder and said, "Don't go too deep, be careful."

Chen Li'an nodded and followed the crew away.

After changing the scene, the crew resumed filming, with the camera following behind Chen Li'an and filming his back.

Chen Li'an was walking on the street in a daze, with half of his shoulders exposed to the sun without even noticing. The guitar behind him was swinging precariously, but it was never illuminated by the sun at all.

The sun slowly set, and the sunlight gradually dimmed until it finally disappeared completely.

Chen Li'an walked to the door of the bar where he was singing in a daze. He stood across the road and looked at the bar, his pupils reflecting the color of the neon lights, but his face showed no expression.

Just when Chen Li'an was about to leave, the girl in a white dress suddenly appeared in front of him again, but this time she was holding a man on her arm, talking and laughing, and holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in her hand.

Only this time, she didn't even look at the bar. She hugged the man's arm and got into a black Mercedes-Benz. Chen Li'an looked at the man wearing a gold watch and felt like he had seen it somewhere before.

It seemed to be in a high-end office building, or at the entrance of a high-end community, or maybe in a high-end shopping mall. He couldn't remember, but he knew very well that the man and he were in two different worlds.

The two people got into the Mercedes-Benz. The man thoughtfully helped the woman fasten her seat belt. Then he started the car and turned around to look at the bar as he passed by. He said with a look of pampering and disgust: "Don't come to this kind of place in the future. The small bars are full of unfashionable things. Tomorrow I will take you to a bar owned by my buddy, where celebrities often sing."

"Yeah, I know, I won't come here again." The woman's eyes never looked at the bar from beginning to end, nor did she see Chen Li'an standing on the roadside.

Chen Li'an watched the car disappear into the night in silence, then suddenly laughed to himself and turned around to leave.

I don't know what time it was at night, Chen Li'an returned to the Tongzi Tower. When he walked to the door of his single room, he saw a rickety figure sitting at his door with two snakeskin bags at his feet.

The tired and old man stood up and looked at Chen Li'an. He didn't know what to say. After a long time, he said: "Your mother saw that you didn't come back, so she asked me to come and see you."

He didn't blame Chen Li'an for not going home, nor did he blame Chen Li'an for having unrealistic dreams here. All he brought was snakeskin bags full of food.

A few salted fish, a few salted chickens, dried beans, and peanuts. Chen Lian loved everything.

In the small and humid rental house, Chen Li'an sat there in silence, watching his father bend over and add water to the rice cooker to steam the sliced ​​salted chicken and fish.

"Your mother asked me to bring them to you. They are soaked and not salty. You should eat them as soon as possible in the next few days."

My father looked at the little soy sauce at the bottom of the bottle on the small table and the empty noodle bag. He couldn't help but sigh, turned around and went downstairs.

After a while, the smell of rice and salty food came from the rice cooker. This smell seemed to be incompatible with the humid room.

The creaking door was pushed open again, and my father came in carrying rice, noodles and a bag of seasonings.

Looking at the tripped rice cooker, I put down what I was holding and went to serve the rice.

"You usually eat well. If you need anything, call home and ask your mother to send it to you."

As his father spoke, he filled a large bowl of rice, which was covered with salted chicken and salted fish. The rice was soaked in the fat of the salted meat and was so shiny that it seemed to glow under the dim light.

His father put the rice on the table, then lifted the table and placed it in front of Chen Li'an. Then he turned around and put the rice and noodles he bought in the corner.

"I'm leaving. I have to go back by car. This time I came with someone to deliver goods to the capital. I have to go back in the evening." The father stood up and took out the money from his arms and was about to put it down when he was held by Chen Li'an.

"Your mother asked me to give this to you." His father looked at Chen Li'an and said.

But the hand holding the money was still pushed back. His father looked at Chen Li'an and sighed before putting the money back.

The old figure of his father disappeared from the rental house. Chen Li'an sat on the bed and looked at the large bowl of bacon rice in front of him. He picked it up and ate it with big mouthfuls, but this bowl of rice was so salty.

The tears on Chen Li'an's face dripped down his cheeks and fell on the rice. His bulging mouth made no sound, only sobs.

Early the next morning, Xu Qing ran to Tongzilou with a bag of buns. She knocked on the door for a long time but no one opened it. When she turned to leave, she saw Chen Li'an standing behind her.

The long hair was gone, as were the cool jackets and jeans. There was only Chen Li'an with short hair and a suit. The guitar that had been carried behind his back was also missing.

The sun shines on Chen Li'an's body, making him look like a wild flower emerging from the soil in spring.

"Ka! Chen Li'an is finished!"

(My mother took me on a blind date today, so I couldn’t update on time. I’ll just update one chapter today, and I’ll update two chapters at noon tomorrow.)