Dressed as cannon fodder for the rich

Qi Xiaoyu and the two walked out of the magazine office and went straight to the backyard to pick up the car.

Yu Xiaosheng got into the car, put the key in, put his foot on the clutch, but before starting the car, he let go of his foot and stopped the car again, still out of breath.

Qi Xiaoyu glanced at him.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, took two puffs, and laughed at himself, "You know it all? You kept pretending to me when you knew it, and told them that we had an appointment with the director to talk about movies. This acting skill is quite good. It's a shame not to be an actor." Pity."

Qi Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Really? I also think I am quite suitable for this bowl of rice. The script is missing."

Yu Xiaosheng pulled a smile, trying to match Qi Xiaoyu's jokes.

But the smile he forced was uglier than crying.

Qi Xiaoyu touched his nose and comforted, "Brother Yu, this matter has nothing to do with you at all. It's me who wants to show off, so you don't have to blame yourself."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Yu Xiaosheng took two deep puffs, and a straight puff of smoke came out of his nose, "You worked hard this time, but I didn't keep up."

Qi Xiaoyu patted Yu Xiaosheng on the shoulder, and said in a brisk tone, "Brother Yu is really fine, there will be more opportunities in the future."

Yu Xiaosheng was a little depressed and melancholy, "Xiaoyu, since I know all these things, I won't hide it from you. The company's financial situation this year is not good, and it has been losing money for the past few months... a little popular It’s just you and Ren Fei, and now they can’t get a job. If this continues, the company won’t be able to last long. What I mean by telling you this is that you need to make more plans.”

"..."

It sounds even worse than in the original book. Why did the company go bankrupt once I got through it... In the original book, the company survived until the end of the full text.

He was suddenly a little worried that his unexpected appearance would change many things.

Seeing the change in Qi Xiaoyu's expression, Yu Xiaosheng, who was originally melancholy, no longer felt melancholy, and quickly changed the subject, "Take out your phone, and transfer an account to you for today's filming fee."

"Uh... have you given money before? If you gave money, it would be bad for us to come out like this."

"Whatever, except us, who is willing to fill the pages for them in such a hurry? This amount of money is not enough for other people's transportation expenses. You will show us face when you come here. Cut it, no wonder it has always been a second-tier magazine."

Qi Xiaoyu couldn't help but want to laugh, "You didn't say that in the morning, and you said that they are very popular among junior high school students."

Yu Xiaosheng also smiled, "Brother, don't you want to lose face? Let's go, we won't come to this crappy place in the future, please don't come here either."

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Qi Xiaoyu separated from Yu Xiaosheng at the subway station, and then he didn't go back directly to Xun's house, but went to a hypermarket near Xun's house. He decided to prepare well and put other things aside for the time being. .

It just so happened that Yu Xiaosheng transferred several thousand yuan to him, enough for him to buy something.

He likes the festival of Lidong.

In the past, in the opera troupe, apart from the Chinese New Year, the only day I could rest for half a day was Lidong.

On this day, the master will use the erhu to play some ditties for everyone, and the senior sister will make dumplings for everyone.

Brothers who don’t have homework can still go out for a stroll in the street, buy candied haws, eat prawn wontons, watch a juggling and so on.

For things like fish and shrimp that will be given out, the master does not let them eat them. Only Lidong makes an exception and allows everyone to eat whatever they want.

For Qi Xiaoyu, a teenager, there is simply no happier life than this.

Therefore, even though the era has changed and the characters have changed, and he is the only one left, he still wants to celebrate this festival well.

The hypermarket has three floors, and Qi Xiaoyu went straight to the fresh food section on the first floor. He first picked out six hairy crabs, then bought flour, pork belly, Chinese cabbage, shrimp, horseshoe bamboo shoots, mangoes, and a bag of butter.

After buying all the ingredients, he was still a little unsatisfied. He passed by the department store and picked up a small harmonica.

Then I went to the flower and bird antique market next to the hypermarket for a stroll.

Qi Xiaoyu loves to buy things, especially small items like food and food, once she buys them, she can't stop the car.

But the things in this kind of flower and bird market are so-so, Qi Xiaoyu picked for a long time, and only picked one cup.It was a cup with a sweet white glaze, and the thin dark pattern decoration was hidden under the white glaze, which was not visible.

The owner of the antique shop originally wanted to charge a high price, saying that it was a sweet white glaze produced by an official kiln in the Ming Dynasty.

Qi Xiaoyu smiled, took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and pointed at the bottom of the cup obliquely at a 45-degree angle, then pointed to the lines on the bottom of the cup illuminated by the optical fiber and said, "Boss, can you explain the sweet white tea produced by Daiguan Kiln?" Glaze, will there be such broken flaws on the lines?"

Knowing that he met an expert, the boss stopped talking, and asked Qi Xiaoyu to make a price and take the cup away.

When Qi Xiaoyu came back happily with two big bags of things, Steward Cheng was taken aback, "Xiaoyu, you are buying something for the New Year."

The corners of Qi Xiaoyu's mouth curled up, and he smiled obediently, "Tomorrow Lidong, I want to make dumplings for everyone to eat."

As he spoke, he flashed into the kitchen, mixed the flour and water in advance, stirred them up, and prepared to make dumpling wrappers.

The cook Li Ma rushed over to help, saying that there are ready-made dumpling wrappers in the refrigerator, so there is no need to trouble.

Qi Xiaoyu raised his flour-stained hand, and brushed the broken hair around his ear with the back of his hand, "The dumpling wrappers made by myself are stronger, and the beginning of winter only comes once a year, so it's not too troublesome."

Li Ma sighed, "Is Lidong tomorrow? Oh, let me help you make dumpling wrappers. We also eat dumplings in Lidong in our hometown."

"Okay, you can knead the dough for me, and I'll go and deal with the shrimp."

"Okay, little fish, did you add salt to the dough? Do you want to add more?"

Seeing Qi Xiaoyu's seriousness, Steward Cheng was slightly taken aback. The Xun family doesn't often celebrate festivals, not to mention festivals like Lidong, even Spring Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Dragon Boat Festival and birthdays.

Xun Qian was not interested in any of these things, so the others naturally kept silent. The Xun family was deserted all year round.

Forever silent like a mass of stagnant water, without joy, anger, sorrow or joy.

While Steward Cheng was staring at the kitchen, Xun Qian also pushed the wheelchair over.

Steward Cheng immediately stood behind Xun Qian respectfully, "Do you want to call Mr. Qi over?"

Xun Qian raised his hand, indicating that there is no need.

The master and servant stayed in silence for a while.

After a while, Cheng Butler tentatively said, "After Mr. Qi came, the house is really much more lively. This holiday also looks like a holiday."

Xun Qian didn't speak, he looked lazily at the kitchen, but his eyes were all focused on Qi Xiaoyu's back.

After being busy until dark at night, Qi Xiaoyu prepared all the ingredients for the next day.

Although a little tired, Qi Xiaoyu was in a good mood, and when working with Mama Li, the happy shadows of the past always flashed.

At that time, the senior sister had not passed away due to dystocia. In the afternoon of Lidong, she was always busy in the kitchen, kneading noodles, mixing meat, and chopping vegetables.

The memories related to the senior sister are always mixed with the sweet and meaty aroma.

Qi Xiaoyu returned to his room, unable to sleep for a while.

He pushed open the balcony door and walked out to the small terrace. A full moon hung high in the sky like a jade plate.

Qi Xiaoyu leaned on the railing, resting his chin on his hands, looking at the moon.

He has no nostalgia for the past world because the master and senior sister are no longer there.

But he often thinks of them. Whenever he thinks of the strict teaching of the master and the careful care of the senior sister, he feels that even in this world, the master and the senior sister are also with him.

For example, one winter solstice was also such a full-moon night, and the master sang to them an excerpt from the Peking opera "Wen Zhaoguan"-a round of bright moon shining in front of the window, and the sorrowful hearts pierced like an arrow.

He took out the harmonica he bought in the afternoon and played a simple section.

The tune of "Wen Zhaoguan" was sad, and I didn't think it was when I listened to it with many seniors, but tonight he was alone, against the full moonlight, it seemed particularly sad.

"Qi Xiaoyu."

He had just finished playing when he heard someone calling him.

The rustling and lazy voice was Xun Qian.

Qi Xiaoyu looked up and saw that Xun Qian was sitting on the terrace diagonally above him, wearing a thick fur coat with only one face showing.

After Xun Qian called him, there was no more to say.

Qi Xiaoyu looked up at him, and met a pair of dark eyes.

Qi Xiaoyu turned his head away unnaturally, and felt that this was quite embarrassing, so he tried his best to enliven the atmosphere, "Today's moon is quite round."

Xun Qian gave a cold "hmm".

Judging from the meaning in that tone, it seems that I have eyes and can see that it is very round.

Qi Xiaoyu sighed inwardly, thinking that it was really too difficult to chat with this person.

But he remembered that Xun Qian had given him the birthday invitation card and studio gold card, so he tried again, "It's windy outside today, is it cold for the third master? Let me get you a warm baby?"

Xun Qian said "hmm" again.

The central air conditioner used in the villa is also equipped with floor heating. In winter, it is so hot that you can wear short sleeves, but there is really no warm baby.

Qi Xiaoyu felt that his IQ was not online today, so why did he dig a hole for himself.

But once the hole has been dug, it must be filled.

He first found an empty milk bottle, poured hot water into it, then found a fluffy towel, wrapped the milk bottle, and touched it with his hand, it was warm and soft.

Qi Xiaoyu went up to the third floor with a homemade hot water bottle, while Xun Qian was still sitting on the terrace.

The cold wind made the tip of his nose red, his skin was transparent, and his eyelashes were as wet as if they had been soaked in water.

Qi Xiaoyu handed over the hot water bottle.

Xun Qian took it, put it in her arms, and stroked it twice along the soft fur.

Then again nothing to say.

After a while, when Qi Xiaoyu wondered if Xun Qian's wheelchair broke down and was blowing the cold wind here, unexpectedly Xun Qian said first, "What did you blow just now?"

"Just talking nonsense, a short piece of Peking opera that I heard when I was a child."

"You know a lot."

No matter what Xun Qian said, he was aloof and indifferent, as if he was mocking others.

Qi Xiaoyu didn't know whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm, so he could only reply cautiously, "It's okay."

After a while, Xun Qian looked up at the sky, "The last time I saw the moon with my sister, it was also sixteen."

Suddenly mentioning that the person who has passed away is still the most important person in Xun Qian's heart, Qi Xiaoyu didn't know what to answer for a while, and by the way, he felt that it was really difficult to chat with Xun Qian again, and it was this kind of proposition when he opened his mouth.

The author has something to say: Qi Xiaoyu: Your level of chatting is amazing