Brilliant

After Mo Beicheng went back, he returned the money to Wen Mingyuan. Wen Mingyuan was drunk at the time and kept cursing at the director and producer. After drinking so much, he didn't see them showing their faces. shot.

Mo Beicheng helped him to sleep on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

So passed the first night after finding a job.

In the next few days, Mo Beicheng worked in Jiang Haishan's milk tea shop.

The interpersonal relationship in the milk tea shop is not complicated, and everyone gets along very cordially.In addition to Jiang Haishan, Jiang Haishan's niece also works in the store. The niece is Wei Qiumiao. She grew up in the countryside and her grades were not very good. After finishing high school, her family did not let her continue her studies or study. craft.Jiang Haishan was afraid that this niece would be married off in a hurry if she stayed at home, so she took her to his milk tea shop to help her.

In addition, there is a little brother who is responsible for delivering milk tea to the film and television city. The full name of the little brother, Mo Beicheng, is not clear, but everyone calls him Xiaoliang. Delivering milk tea and helping the nearby chicken chop shop and Chinese restaurant, I plan to save more money and marry my girlfriend who has been in love for five years in a few years.

Mo Beicheng also memorized the recipes of the milk tea shop by heart.Mo Beicheng has a good memory, he can remember the orders ordered by the customers, and the milk caps he made are also delicious. The only shortcoming is that he doesn't know how to use the payment machine.Receipts are converted into refunds, milk tea is converted into coffee, pearls are converted into milk caps... Mistakes such as these are so horrible that Jiang Haishan had to drive him to the back kitchen to make milk tea. The appearance of the milk tea shop serves as a golden signboard.

Except for musical instruments, other electronic devices are scourges to him, scourges!

Mo Beicheng looked at the splashing water in the pool and sighed.

"Hey! Boss, the old rules are as per the list." Wen Mingyuan happened to come over to buy milk tea with the director's assistant. This afternoon, since he didn't have a play of his own, Wen Mingyuan just wandered around the set, chatting with people. There are odd jobs and mixed wages in the crew.

"It's you again," Jiang Haishan took Wen Mingyuan's order. He likes Wen Mingyuan's meticulous and organized customers in business. He orders milk tea like a film crew, say less than three or four cups, and say more. They have everything, some young assistants are ignorant, come to order without memorizing everything clearly, dawdle for more than ten minutes and can't even say a fart, but Wen Mingyuan always carries a pen and paper with him. Write it down, Jiang Haishan and the others follow the list, which saves time and makes mistakes less likely.

Jiang Haishan entered the name of the milk tea into the cash register while facing the list, and Wen Mingyuan looked inside the shop when he had nothing to do, and happened to see a familiar figure from behind.

With a tall figure, a back that is always straight no matter where you stand, and a nearly perfect waistline, isn't this Mo Beicheng who sleeps on the sofa bed every day and curls himself up into a ball.

"Wait, I seem to have seen that little brother somewhere." Wen Mingyuan pointed to Mo Beicheng who was washing cups behind him, "Little brother!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Mo Beicheng felt that the encounter he had arranged for so long had finally come true. He suppressed the excitement and joy in his heart, and looked back at Wen Mingyuan pretending to be unbelievable: "Hey? It's you , why are you here too?"

"I'm filming here! You work here! What a coincidence!" Wen Mingyuan said, then turned to Jiang Haishan and said, "I live with him."

Jiang Haishan thought of the friend Mo Beicheng said about borrowing money before, and he immediately figured it out: "Oh, so Beicheng is the friend you mentioned before. Let me tell you that this person may have opened his mouth. He can have a cup of wine." A pack of tea and a pack of cigarettes to chat with you until dark, do you believe it or not?"

"Hey, you." Wen Mingyuan patted the table jokingly, "Who brought the crew's milk tea business to you every day! You actually slandered me in front of my little brother..."

Mo Beicheng smiled and did not speak, and continued with the work in hand.

No need to slander, Mo Beicheng has seen Wen Mingyuan's nagging ability before.

Before Wen Mingyuan and Mo Beicheng showed off, the suicide rate dropped significantly after the river where they met had Wen Mingyuan.

It may be that the nagging is too annoying, those suicides should change their place to commit suicide.

Wen Mingyuan pulled Jiang Haishan over, and whispered: "He is very nice, please take care of him in your job."

"I'm not the kind of person who oppresses employees," Jiang Haishan patted Wen Mingyuan's shoulder, "Don't worry."

Mo Beicheng seemed to have forgotten to tell them that he, a musician, had amazing hearing, and as far as the two of them were talking, it sounded as loud as drums.

But it sounds comfortable, even if...

Wen Mingyuan's milk tea was ready soon, and he left after talking to Mo Beicheng and Jiang Haishan. Mo Beicheng threw the discarded lemon peel from the kumquat lemon he had just made into the trash can. While cleaning the countertop, Jiang Haishan asked, "How did you meet him?"

Mo Beicheng didn't care much, so he replied, "He picked me up on the road."

Still have this kind of operation?Jiang Haishan looked confused.

"Mingyuan has been here for many years..." Jiang Haishan sighed, "It's not easy to be so cheerful after so long..."

Mo Beicheng looked up at Jiang Haishan. He didn't know why Jiang Haishan said such things suddenly.

Jiang Haishan continued to explain: "A lot of people stayed here for a year or two. They couldn't stand it, or felt hopeless, so they went home. Mingyuan insisted on it. In fact, I don't understand why Mingyuan There is no sign of rising to the top until now, Mingyuan looks good and has a good figure, not to mention that his lines and acting skills are first-rate, but...maybe he owes something to his life."

Mo Beicheng nodded. He lived with Wen Mingyuan these few days, and he had a general understanding of his living conditions: "He wakes up very early every morning to practice his lines, and then at night he will write his new one for the day. Feeling, writing film reviews and writing until one or two o'clock before going to sleep."

Even when he was drunk and unconscious, Wen Mingyuan would pour himself a big mouthful of cold water, and then write the latest movie reviews at the table. Every weekend, he would either go to a nearby film school or watch some performance art on the Internet. Teaching, practicing at home whenever you have time.

What is even more commendable is that Wen Mingyuan has never complained, nor has he ever had the idea of ​​giving up or being lost, but occasionally he would go for a walk by the river to release his recent pressure and pain, and talk about life insights with a man who wants to commit suicide .

This is true every day, and every year.

That attachment to dreams is like an eternal flame, looking for every flammable thing in the world, but it just refuses to disappear.

This dedication and love made even Mo Beicheng feel ashamed,

"Yeah..." Jiang Haishan also felt that God seemed too unfair to Wen Mingyuan, "But I still want to say that this film and television city has been open for almost 12 years, and I serve milk tea here The store has been open for more than nine years, and I have seen a lot of people coming and going here, and I think Wen Mingyuan will one day stand out, but maybe he needs to wait for a chance."

Mo Beicheng looked at the almost pale sunlight outside the milk tea shop, and a beautiful smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth inadvertently: "He will definitely."

He'll be a shining star, one day.

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