Seventy two hundred

The cigarette holder wrapped in golden tipping paper had a silky skin, and when Xu Tang was not prepared, it deftly slipped into between his lips and tongue.

The purple shredded tobacco was burning, with little sparks, scorching under the dim light at the entrance of the hotel.

Xu Tang bit it subconsciously, and took a deep breath with his mouth in his mouth.

Strong, full-bodied, calm and full.

There is also a touch of wildness in the softness.

It matches well with Guan Ming.

Taking a puff of smoke into his throat, Xu Tang came back to his senses, tilted his head slightly, pinched the cigarette between his index finger and middle finger, and exhaled a long circle of smoke.

"The smoke is good." The smell of alcohol slipped out of his mouth little by little along the smoke ring. Xu Tang took a second puff, his watery eyes curled up with a smile: "Xiao Guan has good taste, doesn't he?"

Guan Ming stood motionless, staring at Xu Tang smoking, the night and wine covered him up, his mouth was clearly smiling, but the sharpness in his eyes could not be hidden.

"like?"

As if there was something in Guan Ming's words, he asked straightforwardly.

Xu Tang seemed to be choked and stuck, and he was stunned for half a second with the cigarette in his mouth, letting the tobacco shreds burn and the ash fall freely.

"Uh... well, I like it very much."

Guan Ming's eyes were as deep as the sea, engulfing Xu Tang's entire attention.

There was a smile on that extremely handsome face, but there was some kind of inexplicable evil intention, which made Xu Tang's back shudder again.

One cigarette smoked his soul out of his body, Xu Tang didn't say a word, Guan Ming didn't say a word, neither of them wanted to break the deadlock.

Suddenly, the phone in Xu Tang's pants vibrated.

Fortunately for the commotion, Xu Tang quickly took out his phone, and the word "Jing'er" was shining brightly on the screen.

But Guan Ming was still paying attention to his every move. At this moment, Xu Tang who picked up the call from his ex-girlfriend felt uncomfortable all over his body.

"Jinger", Xu Tang cleared his throat, turned his body slightly, took the last puff of his cigarette, and asked gently: "What's wrong? I don't sleep most of the night."

"I miss you!" Wen Jing's voice was clear and clear, and it came out through the mobile phone, and it was very clear outside the quiet Mongolian restaurant: "Hey, Xu Tang, do you smoke?"

The corners of Xu Tang's mouth turned up, and he laughed heartily: "What's the matter, your old man kicked me so hard, you can still control whether I smoke or not?"

"Woc, it's obvious that you don't want to be with me anymore, you have to blame me for kicking you, aren't you a man?!"

Xu Tang laughed out loud, half a year ago he was awkward and didn't like to talk to him, but now he sounds so lively, he felt sincerely relieved, and a lot of the guilt in his heart disappeared.

As for the reason why he broke up with Wen Jing in the first place, Xu Tang actually didn't even think about it himself, but what is certain is that he doesn't want to be a couple with her anymore.

The weight of love in his heart seems to have always been inferior to the world of his artistic creation.

It's strange to say that he has talked with three girlfriends seriously, and he is gentle and agreeable to each of them, but each of them thinks that he is more suitable to be friends with him, and so does Wen Jing.

Therefore, he is willing to let the two go free.

Hearing Wen Jing yelling at him on the phone, he was very relieved and frank.

As if laughing too loudly, Xu Tang subconsciously turned around to look at Guan Ming, only to find that Guan Ming had already left at some point.

There was no one behind him, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor were still on.

Xu Tang curled his lips and continued to listen to Wen Jing talking about the mountains.

After the long-winded pleasantries, Wen Jing finally got down to business.

She and Xu Tang are regarded as colleagues, but she is more inclined to the role of producer. She is good at talking about projects, has a lot of resources at hand, and has strong business capabilities.

The main purpose of Wen Jing's call was that she had just talked about a big deal for next year during the day, and she wanted to find Xu Tang to take over.

The 20-episode large-scale national wine documentary sponsored by Sanhe Wine Industry is a purely commercial project, and the plate is scary.

The Sichuan girl is very free and easy, and she can still be a brother after breaking up. She doesn't want to lose her wealth to outsiders, and of course she wants to pull Xu Tang to make money together if she has money.

Before hanging up the phone, Wen Jing said a few more words: "When are you going to Sichuan? I happen to go back to my hometown on vacation next month and stay until the end of the month. Then I will visit your class!"

Xu Tang laughed loudly: "No problem, warm welcome, remember to bring the rabbit's head, Master Han's favorite."

Wen Jing yawned, and said goodbye quickly: "Okay, please help me say hello to Xiao He, Master Han, and Fang Fei. You smoke less, drink less alcohol, sleep, bye bye!"

Back at the banquet, Xu Tang's drunkenness dissipated a lot, Po Rit was still sitting next to him, and the two raised their glasses and toasted each other.

Guan Ming looked at Xu Tang's enthusiastic appearance, his expression was gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After three or two glasses of wine, Xu Tang started talking again: "Let me tell you a story."

The people at the table gradually became quiet, and they all began to listen to what Xu Tang had to say.

He talked about the first documentary "Ingenuity" he made with his master when he just graduated, telling moving stories of folk craftsmen passing on their skills.

At that time, Xu Tang was still a young boy, full of enthusiasm all day long, and his artistic inspiration was constantly coming out. Therefore, he was favored by his master, and he took him under the door.

"I was an active person when I was young, and I was very playful when I first started working. At the beginning, I thought that making documentaries was very interesting, and shooting real-life stories was very exciting. Any situation on the scene can be encountered. Soldiers come to cover up the water. Every day I feel so proud, I feel like I have three heads and six arms."

Xu Tang leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, and tapped the table rhythmically with his fingertips: "Until that time, I photographed a master cobbler in the Northeast, Uncle Wang, which completely changed my view of documentaries." .”

Everyone in the room listened with their ears upright. Guan Ming also glanced sideways at Xu Tang when he heard the words.

Xu Tang stared at the wine glass, and narrated the memories of the past: "Uncle Wang's leather making is an ancestral handicraft. The local very famous master cobbler took in several apprentices when he was young, and many of them even flew over from other places. Ask him to make things, and his craftsmanship is one of the best in the entire Northeast."

"We couldn't get in touch with Uncle Wang at first, but we found his eldest daughter. The old man is 82 years old and has been bedridden for several years. His mind is still clear, but he has basically lost the ability to take care of himself. The eldest daughter doesn't want us to disturb her. "

Xu Tang stared at Bo Rit, with a helpless smile spreading on his face: "Later we found Uncle Wang's son to communicate, and the old man readily agreed when he heard it, and he said - I spent my whole life making leather , but this craft is still lost too fast, how many people still know how to do it, can do it, and love to do it? I don’t want to leave with regret like this.”

Xu Tang's eyes lost focus, remembering the last trembling words of Uncle Wang on the hospital bed, his hands were so trembling that he couldn't hold things, and when he mentioned "skin", there was still hope in his weather-beaten eyes.

"When I was filming Uncle Wang, several of his apprentices came back to see him. Some of them were still working as cobblers, and some of them had changed careers. But they were very excited when they knew that we were going to shoot the master cobbler. , I was very encouraged, and felt that this profession was finally discovered and was going to be recorded. It was extremely glorious! They made a decision immediately to pass on this craft for a long time."

Xu Tang poured himself a glass of wine, brought it to his mouth, and swallowed it slowly: "Maybe this is the charm of documentaries. A few ten minutes or a few hundred minutes of film, although it can't comprehensively capture the past decades or even hundreds of years. The time of the year is filmed for you to see, but it is real, it has emotions, the person in it is you, it is me, and its things happen around us."

Xu Tang looked at the whole table solemnly and said, "It has life."

As Guan Ming listened, his eyes became a little dazed.

In the past five years, Xu Tang has become more interesting. I don't know what kind of life he has experienced, what kind of people he has walked with, and what moments of joy and sorrow he has experienced, so that his publicity and restraint can be so thoroughly integrated in his bones.

He heard Xu Tang's voice was soft and mellow like wine, as if it had been rubbed and washed year after year, and comforted by all things in life, revealing a warm and delicate heart.

BY Yu Yan

Xu Tang filled the glass with wine again, held it in front of Porite, and smiled sincerely: "So, would you like to give me your and your wife's wishes?"

The wine in the cup reflected the light from the ceiling lamp and shone into Xu Tang's eyes, making his eyes so clear that they seemed to be filled with Shiba: "This piece of land, these tens of acres of green, the future of Kanchuan Town, We want to help you achieve that too.”