Exploring the Entertainment Circle [Ancient and Modern]

Zhang Fenghao threw out a very kind and attractive olive branch. He knew that Tao Qing dropped out of school to enter the entertainment industry before graduating from primary school. Entertainment Journal also repeatedly used his low education to create stalks. He also watched the illiterate video that was ridiculed out of the circle. However, the embarrassment shown above reflected that Tao Qing was greatly stimulated by this matter, and it might be his heart disease.It is probably because of this: Tao Qing will work hard in this area later, and he will have such an amazing performance today.

Isn't he a good seedling worth making friends with?Zhang Fenghao decided to include him in the observation, so he offered a hand first.The so-called wide-ranging good karma, if Tao Qing gets rich in the future, he will naturally be grateful to him, if Tao Qing is still mediocre, he has nothing to lose.

In Zhang Fenghao's subtext: If Tao Qing wants to be admitted to the film academy to improve her education in the future, there is a way here.But he didn't seem too direct, he only said that he was a retired old teacher.At the same time, I quietly mentioned a point: people like calligraphy.However, the whole sentence sounded like ordinary chat, leaving no clues.

Zhang Fenghao didn't expect Tao Qingfeng to comprehend these three or four layers of meaning, he thought Tao Qing's comprehension of one or two layers would be enough.If he has the heart, write it down and think about it, and come to him later when he understands everything, he will be regarded as a younger generation with a brain.

However, after Tao Qingfeng gave Tanhua a birth, he waited for Shuan Xuan in the Ministry of Officials for three years.He dealt with more than a dozen waves of people from the three divisions and six divisions who came to the selection and assessment; the people he got along with were all the proud sons of the same subjects, rankings, Jinshi, and Jinshi backgrounds.They have different identities, classes, family backgrounds, personalities and abilities, but there is one thing in common: they are all smart, whether it is knowledge or conduct.

Under the influence of that atmosphere, and Tao Qingfeng grew up, he took the college examination hosted by Xuezheng, the rural examination every three years, as well as Qiu Wei and Chun Wei, all alone, and he had to take the exam by himself. Get your own way to participate.There was no one to help him, and no one to take care of him.

Tao Qingfeng is not only outstanding in talent and learning.

Tao Qingfeng understood the meaning of Zhang Fenghao's words.The only "retired old teacher from the Film Academy" who has a bit of a comprehension disorder also has information from Lisa's dinner to assist his understanding.

In order to strive to earn enough money to terminate the contract as soon as possible, of course all aspects must be improved.In memory, the original owner of the body was scolded by Lisa for being uneducated and should study hard, which shows that this is the original owner's shortcoming, and of course it must be made up for.

So Tao Qingfeng was very direct to Zhang Fenghao, but said with discretion: "Thank you, Teacher Zhang, for your kindness. I hope to have the opportunity to study in the film academy in the future. I am a fellow, a junior, and I can communicate with a retired teacher who has a good calligraphy tradition. One or two, it is a great honor."

Zhang Fenghao nodded and said with a smile: "Of course there is a chance, it depends on the chance."

Tao Qingfeng smiled lightly, knowing that Zhang Fenghao himself was the opportunity, but when, in what way, and how to realize it all had to be decided by him.He was waiting, waiting for Tao Qingfeng to gain further recognition, and it was worth the wait.

The days ahead are long, and the crew of "The Queen of Gui Ning" will take half a year to film. Although Tao Qingfeng's 15-minute scene can be finished in [-] days, it is still enough time.

But now it seems to have got an opportunity.

When Tao Qingfeng explained that he still had to go to the cemetery to burn paper money, and then went back to the hotel with Zhang Fenghao to have dinner with the crew—

"Ms. Zhang, let's go back to rest earlier."

While walking towards the nanny car, Zhang Fenghao suddenly thought of something, turned around and said, "You should be called Brother Hao just like them, I happen to be playing your brother as well."

Tao Qingfeng remembered what Su Xun said: call the teacher first, and then call him "brother" and "sister" when you get acquainted, and agreed with a smile, thinking with some surprise: Is the standard of "familiarity" so simple?Even if I don't feel that I know him very well.

However, it can be regarded as a positive signal.This Zhang Fenghao, at first glance, has a lot of experience in the entertainment industry. After getting acquainted with him, he can learn a lot.

At that moment, he thought of Yan Dan, an associate professor at the university whom he met by chance in the library, and felt very different.Yan Dan has a high academic level and is older than himself, but in front of him, he doesn't think about what to study. He just relaxes and chats, inspires each other, and looks forward to becoming friends...

Tao Qingfeng, who had just learned how to "make a phone call", thought about the numbers in Yi characters on that business card, and probably had time to go to Huaguo No. Let's talk to Professor Yan.

Little did he know that such an opportunity would come soon.

Su Xun drove Tao Qingfeng in the company's black Bentley to Fu'an Park, one of the large cemeteries in the suburbs of Ningzhi City, which is the nearest to Shuitian Film and Television City.

Just as Su Xun was about to help Tao Qingfeng carry the bag containing incense sticks and paper money, Tao Qingfeng brought the things over by himself, and said to him, "Xiao Su, wait for me here. I can go up alone." Tao Qingfeng didn't want to be caught by Su Xun heard some words he said during the worship.

The burning area was a hundred meters away from the line of sight, and there were always more than a dozen people.Tao Qingfeng was still wearing a scarf, hat, mask, sunglasses, and got out of the car after he was armed.

Su Xun drove the car to the parking lot and waited. He didn't know that Brother Tao had any relatives or friends passed away. It hasn't been more than three months, presumably this kind of thing will never happen.In my impression, Brother Tao never mentioned the existence of close relationships in front of him—whether it was family members, friends, or even rumored subjects.

The burning area of ​​the cemetery is divided into two parts. On one side are many huge stone alcoves, filled with incense ash, and inserting joss sticks inside. Below the alcoves are iron windows and fences, where paper money can be burned and thrown into.On the other side is an open space, with many iron basins and buckets built on stone bases, where firecrackers are set off.

Tao Qingfeng lit the joss stick, inserted it into the alcove, worshiped sincerely, burned the paper money, took out the written sacrificial oration, and ignited it with the flame on the joss stick.He didn't know the specific list of the victims. There were more people like him who didn't leave their names, but there must be many of them. They were his old friends.

The flames licked the paper into black, and then turned it into fly ash, covering up the words of mourning.

"Lonely and painful: Sending you off for a long time, it is even more life and death. Buried bones and white clouds are long gone, knowing each other and hating to live and die... The world has not been known for its name, and the distance between the spring and the platform is vast..."※

When he burned the sacrificial rite, he read it in a low voice. There were not many people standing around, and his voice was very muffled even through the mask.Many people are talking to themselves while burning joss sticks and paper money here, so no one pays attention to him.

This sacrificial oration was written for a colleague who died tragically. It is full of sorrow and regret. It is both nostalgic and regretful: how many Lantai Haoerlang should be the rising talents of the Great Chu...

Tao Qingfeng calmed down a little, and placed a pair of smaller incense candles on them, and took out the second sacrificial oration, which he wrote alone for Yan Tansheng.

Yan Dansheng was not implicated in the coup d'état, he was an official until the third prince, he died of old age and sickness normally, and lived a very good life.Tao Qingfeng thought to himself that there should be no shortage of memorial tablets behind him. Maybe there are descendants whose genealogy has been passed down to this day, so there will be no shortage of incense.

However, he still wanted to write a sacrificial article to Yan Tansheng, calmly, as a colleague, to remember him a little bit, and to respect him politely.

After all, Sri Lankan people can't see each other again.

"A cup of chatting, white hair on the green hills. The former residence of Shanxiu in Jingyuan, the golden door of Duke Yan has returned. The piano left on the flowing water mat is still there, and the four horses on Ziliang Street..."

The inscription is: Tao Sheng Li Huai.

When writing the signature, Tao Qingfeng regretted it a little: If he had less worries about the little difference in background and accepted Yan Tansheng's sincere suggestion on the day he was appointed by the school secretary of the Ministry of Rites——

"Same subject, same armor, same department, brother Guangchuan and I are destined to come here, can we deserve to be called 'friends'?"

"Tao Sheng, how dare you."

It was agreed at the time, and now at least one "Tao Shengyouhuai" can be signed.

That's all, let's say goodbye today, let's not think about the past.Tao Qingfeng was about to burn all the remaining paper money, when he suddenly found that the sacrificial oration of Yan Dansheng, which was originally lit on the incense candle, was floating on the iron fence and did not fall into the alcove.Perhaps the fire was not strong enough, and only a small corner was burned, and it was extinguished.

Just as Tao Qingfeng was about to light the fire again, a gust of wind blew, and the sacrificial paper was blown up, like a pale butterfly, floating over Tao Qingfeng's shoulder.When he turned his head, he saw the sacrificial oration paper, which was carried into the arms of a person a few meters away by the wind.

Coincidentally, that person turned out to be the professor Yan Dan who I ran into in the library last time.He was wearing a simple white trench coat today, and his whole body was made taller and taller. He gently held the sacrificial oration in his arms, and smiled at Tao Qingfeng with a gentle expression:

"I'm still dressed so tightly, I was hesitant at first, but when I heard the familiar sound of chanting poetry..." Yan Tan quickly glanced at the font of the sacrificial script, it was exactly the same as last time, and he was sure in his heart, "We meet again, classmate Guangchuan " Yan Tan asked with a smile, "You wrote that calligraphy quotation, right?"

In addition, Yan Tan suddenly felt a strange feeling when he put this sacrificial letter into his arms.

He felt as if he had finally reunited with something, and a strange nostalgia flowed in his heart.But he was quick to attribute it to the sentimentality that cemeteries tend to arouse.In addition, the words of the sacrificial oration are indeed very moving.

Yan Tan just glanced at it hastily, but didn't read it all, and returned it to Tao Qingfeng very politely.Although he was quite curious about who this Lord Yan was, was it the exaggeration of Guangchuan, or could he really live up to the evaluation of "Jingwei is an outstanding man, a ruler of the country"?But he was careful not to inquire, the old man has gone, and the cemetery is sad, so it's better not to make the little friend sad.