Woke Up, the Actor Picked Up the Cub

Duan Congzhi temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, and saw Qin Ke coming out to ask him if he would like to go to a banquet together, somehow he blurted out: "Why don't you answer the phone."

Qin Ke: "..."

Duan Congzhi: "..."

Zhou Quan stood aside and didn't dare to get out of the air, wishing to bury himself in the ground. With the posture of Cha Gang, he seemed to have bumped into something extraordinary.

This was quite ordinary when it was examined carefully, and it was the first time Qin Ke heard it. He has no obligation to report the itinerary to anyone, nor has he reported it.

He is responsible for all his actions and does not need to explain to anyone.

I said this, emotionally out of care, and the tone is very casual, but it can't cover up the fact that the content is questioning.

Duan Congzhi looked away nonchalantly and said, "I just wanted to ask..." Would you like to go out for a banquet together?

"Ting Cheng Yu reported the company's affairs." Qin Ke said at the same time.

Duan Congzhi was stunned for two seconds before he realized that Qin Ke was answering what he had just said.

He gradually opened his eyes, and Qin Ke actually explained it, and explained it in such detail, making it clear who to call and what to do.

He knew that Qin Ke wouldn't take it to heart, and he didn't think that he would be a bit arrogant. He didn't expect that he would really explain.

He was so good at talking that Duan Congzhi couldn't help but to be more precise: "I'm still sending a message."

Qin Ke took out his phone and glanced at it, "Sorry, I don't have the habit of reading information."

Small advertisements are so powerful that you can shoot indiscriminately in the order of numbers without knowing the information of the account owner. Most of them will be intercepted, but it is inevitable that there will be fish missing.

People who look for Qin Ke will not send messages. His information bar is basically open for service information such as major banks and 10086. He has no habit of reading information.

Qin Ke found the message Duan Congzhi had just sent: "Let's go."

"Are you going too?" Duan Congzhi was a little surprised, he thought Qin Ke would not be interested.

Qin Ke said, "Be with you."

Duan Congzhi suspected that Qin Ke secretly participated in any training, otherwise, what he said today is always imaginative.

The village next door was not far away. The boss showed them the way and walked straight along to get there. In the village, you can find the wedding event based on the fireworks shards on the ground.

They met the rest of the crew on the road, plus just ten, just to make up the table. Family members usually prepare two extra tables for this kind of wedding banquet in the village, and they don’t have to worry about having no place in the past.

They came and said that it was just to join in the fun and they couldn't really eat for nothing. Duan Congzhi had no cash. Zhou Quan brought it. He just asked him to ask him for five hundred cash gifts.

The rest of the crew are one person with two hundred.

The cameraman is obviously very experienced: "Guests like us who come to join in the fun can just make a reservation."

So Duan Congzhi also stuffed Qin Ke two hundred, and then took him to the table where the gift was registered.

Qin Ke was stuffed with money for the first time. The sleeve of his left hand was pulled by Duan Congzhi, and the banknote in his right hand was still carrying Duan Congzhi's body temperature. He opened his hand and glanced at it. Two pink banknotes were stacked together. Fold it to a quarter size and lay flat on his palm.

Qin Ke lowered his eyes and closed his palms.

Duan Congzhi was very interested. He told the person who registered the gift money what his name was, said a few words, and finally wrote it down on the paper himself, and also wrote Qin Ke's name by the way.

The man said in Mandarin with a little accent: "One household one."

Duan Congzhi didn't know where he and Qin Ke looked like the same family, but they insisted not, so he didn't insist.

He stuffed Qin Ke money for the first time. Seeing that the money in his hand still had a strange sense of satisfaction, he stuffed the remaining hundred into his hand: "Give it to you."

The only thing that made Duan Cong dissatisfied was that the registered person probably felt that Qin Ke's name was not easy to write, and his name was written in the red book. Duan Congzhi did not take the opportunity to become Qin Ke's "household".

The wedding banquet in the village is very lively, there is no master of ceremonies, and no oath ceremony.

The bride and groom, as well as the best man and bridesmaids will toast table after table. Guests, especially children, can give the new couple a little problem and take the opportunity to ask for more wedding candy.

The bride has a very good attitude towards the child, and patiently accompanies the game to play, basically giving everything she wants.

They walked over table by table. When the newcomers did not arrive, the guests would eat and drink at will, and when they arrived, they stopped their chopsticks and waited for the newcomers to toast.

The groom drinks wine and the bride drinks juice.

They can’t say how good their appearance is. The groom is a little shorter than the bride, but they look very happy when they stand together.

When they arrived at the table next to them, Duan Congzhi heard them booing. They were speaking in a dialect. They spoke fast and spoke more than one. Duan Congzhi didn't quite understand him, but he seemed to be asking for a bride. drink.

The bride hid behind the groom a little bit shyly. The groom smiled a little bit naively and said she was pregnant.

The bride's face became even more red, so everyone booed and asked the groom to drink more.

Duan Congzhi glanced at the bride's belly. He turned out to be pregnant. He just thought she was plump.

When they arrived at their temporary table, the bridegroom looked a little cramped, not knowing what to say.

The people at the table next door also cast a curious look. They are familiar with each other in the village. The bride and groom are all from this village, and they are the raw faces of the entire banquet.

Duan Congzhi stood up, picked up the wine glass and said two auspicious words, and the others also said a few words. They and the screenwriter of the group came directly with a eulogy, which made people stunned.

The groom was happy, but didn't know how to express it, so he could only toast glass by glass.

Qin Ke also said congratulations.

After the toast, the bride and groom went back. A young girl in the bridesmaid group stared at Duan Congzhi for a long time. After returning with the bride, she sneaked over again after about five minutes.

She squatted down beside Duan Congzhi, Duan Congzhi looked down at her: Which one is this?

"Brother Xiao Duan?"

Duan Congzhi looked at her questioningly: "Are you?"

She was very excited, depressed and shouted: "I am your onion ring!"

Duan Congzhi: "..."

"My sister said that there is a crew in the next village filming. I also told you to go over and watch it. Is it "Qianjian"?"

Duan Congzhi didn't answer her, he said: "You are my fan, but let me bow my head?"

girl:"……"

She stood up, dumbfounded: "Brother Xiao Duan, you can just say it."

Duan Congzhi was watching the screen every day in Chaochao, but it was the first time that he met a fan face to face and asked her: "Do you want to sign?"

He hasn't signed anyone yet.

The little girl took out her phone and said to take a photo.

After she left, everyone at the table congratulated Duan Congzhi, and she was recognized by fans, and she will become more and more popular in the future.

Basically, they have been working in Chuangshi for a long time. They have been in more groups and met a lot of people. The popular ones have become popular for a long time before they become popular. They have all seen them. Saying this is a pure blessing.

Duan Congzhi picked up the wine glass and tapped it on the glass turntable in the center of the round table, and drank it out: "Then I will borrow your good words."

The noodles are full of chicken, duck and fish, and there are abalone fans, but the flavor of the seasoning is a bit heavy. Duan Congzhi doesn't like it very much. In fact, he doesn't like this excessively noisy environment.

But he liked the festive atmosphere very much. Duan Congzhi had nothing to eat, so he drank beer with peanuts, twisted off the peanuts with one hand, and delivered them one by one to his mouth, listening to the chatter of the crew.

The ones who came here were basically men, with only two girls, both makeup artists.

The cameraman answered the phone midway, and his wife was opposite. He laughed with him and promised again and again: "Don't worry, don't drink, really don't drink, there are people in the village getting married, we will come to join in the fun, and work tomorrow. If you don't believe me, ask Xiao Wang and the others."

After hanging up the phone, the others laughed: "Where is the sister-in-law Cha Gang?"

"Yeah, when I first filmed the movie, the phone was muted and I forgot to turn it on. There are three at the moment."

Qin Ke glanced at Duan Cong and turned the wine glass gently, not entering. Duan Congzhi didn't notice it, and listened to them with a smile.

The cameraman took a sip of wine, shook his head, and continued: "Calling three times a day, saying that there are so many beautiful female stars in the crew, then she doesn't want to think about it. I don't think I am attracted to others."

The two little girls also laughed, and then said: "You are still drinking, be careful that we sue the sister-in-law."

When the others saw it, they booed: "Oh, it's terrible. My sister-in-law has sent two to watch?"

Burst into laughter.

Duan Congzhi also laughed. Amidst a burst of laughter, he went to see Qin Ke, facing Qin Ke’s sight. Under the warm yellow light, the surrounding scenes were dreamlike and illusory. Various sounds gathered together, noisy and noisy. It seems a little far away because of inaudibility.

At some point there was an invisible barrier between him and the world. Only him and Qin Ke were in the barrier. Duan Congzhi looked straight into Qin Ke's eyes, and saw the light and himself in his eyes.

Duan Congzhi returned to his senses suddenly, his heartbeat was pounding, he lowered his head again, held up the wine glass, and took a covertly sip.

An inexplicable glance, it seemed that something was fermenting.

When they went back, the sky was completely dark. They walked back along the gravel road. The other people in the front crew were chatting as they walked. The voices spread far in the empty night, and from time to time, they could hear a few dog barking in response. .

Although Duan Congzhi didn't eat much for dinner, he was very happy. Qin Ke accompanied him to a wedding banquet that was meaningless to him.

They walked forward side by side, the moonlight behind them, Duan Congzhi stepped on his own shadow, and the gravel road in front of him looked very long under the moonlight.

The yard where the actors and other crew members live is not in the same direction. Halfway through, there is no one in front of them. Only their breathing and footsteps are left in the air.

In the silence, Qin Ke suddenly said, "Cha Gang?"

Duan Congzhi was stunned. It turned out that Qin Ke was listening to their chat just now. He glanced sideways at the person next to him. Is there a man who doesn't know this?

Qin Ke might have never heard of it. He has no friends who would make these jokes with him.

Duan Congzhi thought for a while, and explained to him in fairly straightforward and plain terms: "I just call from time to time to ask her husband what he is doing, and do nothing to be sorry for himself." He said that he smiled, like I joked with my friends at the wine table, "If you don't receive it by chance, you must be ready to come in."

Qin Ke said nothing.

Duan Congzhi liked the rubbing of stones very much. His steps were a little heavier than usual. Qin Ke didn't speak. He didn't feel too quiet when he listened to the rubbing of stones and gravel.

Duan Congzhi felt a bit wrong as he walked.

He gradually slowed down and carefully recalled what he had just said.

I didn't receive the call, but I came to ask...

Why does this plot sound so familiar? ? ?