Ding Xiu spent his first year in this world alone.
While drinking wine and eating side dishes, I watched Zhao Benshan's Spring Festival Gala.
While eating, Ding Xiu put down his chopsticks. The world is a good world now. There is no need to live a life of licking blood. As long as you are not lazy, you will never die of hunger.
It's a pity that master, uncle, junior brother and junior sister can't see it.
With the TV on, Ding Xiu came to the yard carrying a bottle of wine.
Facing his house, he took a few steps back, then sprinted faster, stepped on the deck chair in the yard, and jumped to the roof with the help of his strength.
Sitting on the roof, Ding Xiu drank alone, his eyes dull, not knowing what to think.
I don’t know how much time passed before my cell phone rang.
"Happy New Year."
"Congratulations on getting rich, bring me the red envelope."
"Happy New Year, brother."
“Have a smooth and prosperous new year.”
"Happy New Year, I will find eight wives this year."
As if we had an appointment, a lot of text messages were sent, including those from Gao Yuanyuan, Miao Yi, Chen Lifeng, Xu Haofeng, Wang Baoqiang, Huang Bo, Qin Gang, and Qin Lan.
Ding Xiu scrolled down one article after another, but Ding Xiu didn't reply. It turned out that he had already met so many people before he knew it.
While he was thinking wildly, Gao Yuanyuan's call came in.
"What are you doing?"
"play cell phone."
"Didn't you see the Happy New Year I sent you?"
"I saw it."
"Then you won't reply to me."
Ding Xiu chuckled lightly and said, "Which of the eight wives I will find this year will be the best?"
"Bah, I said that the New Year is going to go well, but you really want to find eight wives?"
"That's not true. I just hope to grow two centimeters this year."
"Dirty."
"I'm talking about height."
"boom!"
In the sky over Beiping City, the first fireworks kicked off, followed by dense, colorful fireworks rising from all directions.
The lights of thousands of houses illuminated the city very brightly, making Ding Xiu's figure appear very long.
On the other end of the phone, Gao Yuanyuan said: "I didn't hear what I just said clearly. Your wish is to buy a house. Buying a house is good and the value of the house will be preserved."
"We Chinese people have a tradition that you have a family only if you have a house. You are now old and you should buy yourself a house."
This woman can't afford to play. She changes the subject whenever she disagrees. But she makes sense. It's not a big deal to rent a house all the time. There are so many people and it's so inconvenient to bring a few wives back. It seems like I still have to buy a house.
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"I'm short of money. Can you lend me some? Hey, hey, talk."
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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, at noon, Gao Yuanyuan, wearing a woolen hat and a white down jacket, came over to visit with a bottle of wine in her hand.
Their family is local and they don’t need to go out of town to celebrate the New Year.
Ding Xiu glanced at it and saw that it was Feitian Moutai: "Come here, bring anything else."
After putting down her things, Gao Yuanyuan took off her hat and the red scarf around her neck, revealing the beige turtleneck sweater underneath. She walked around in front of the TV with her hands behind her back.
"It's not appropriate to visit empty-handed on New Year's Day. The wine was given to my dad. I'm afraid he might get hurt from drinking it and it would be an advantage to you."
Ding Xiu: "Aren't you afraid that I will get hurt if I drink?"
Turning on the TV and DVD, Gao Yuanyuan turned around and rolled her eyes: "If you are injured, I am doing harm to the people."
Not wanting to quarrel with her, Ding Xiu opened the wine, poured himself a glass, and sipped it slowly.
Gao Yuanyuan took out a CD from the box under the TV. When she saw that the cover was Liu Ye and Hu Jun, she stuffed it into the DVD.
Then he sat down by the stove and put his delicate white hands on it to keep warm.
"Didn't you borrow money from me yesterday to buy a house? How much did you borrow?"
Ding Xiu raised his head and took a sip of wine, and raised the corners of his mouth: "You're just kidding, a house costs hundreds of thousands, but I only have more than 30,000, so I can't afford it."
"Okay, my trip was in vain." Gao Yuanyuan patted the pen and paper in her pocket on the stove plate.
She thought that Ding Xiu really wanted to buy a house, and it was almost the same. Who knew that he wanted to eat braised pork, but in the end he only had soy sauce.
She can't fill the hole worth hundreds of thousands.
Ding Xiu looked at the movie that had already started and said, "It's not a waste of time. At least you can watch a movie. The vendor said this is a new movie released on Hong Kong Island and not available in the Mainland."
Gao Yuanyuan was confused: "Isn't this Liu Ye and Hu Jun? Why was it released on Hong Kong Island but not in the mainland? Are you afraid you have been deceived?"
"Really?" Ding Xiu was a little unsure.
He bought a bunch of DVDs two days ago and hasn't finished watching many of them. He doesn't know who Hu Jun and Liu Ye are, but since Gao Yuanyuan said so, he must have been deceived.
Just think of it as a lesson learned, and pay attention next time.
Gao Yuanyuan said calmly: "Both Hu Jun and Liu Ye are quite good. Their performances are delicate and their writing is very good. You should be able to learn something from watching their films."
"My former acting teacher told me that a good actor should think a lot, and a stone from a mountain can attack a jade."
"Aren't you studying economics? Where did you get the acting teacher?"
"It's expensive to pay for one-on-one teaching."
Ding Xiu suddenly realized: "No wonder your performance is so good. It turns out that you have worked in Xiaozao. I wonder where there are so many geniuses."
Gao Yuanyuan, who we had previously worked with in Wulin, was good at literature and drama. Xu Haofeng often praised her, saying that she was very talented in acting and was no worse than a student in a major.
When it comes to relationships, do you hire a teacher in private or do one-on-one teaching?
Gao Yuanyuan said angrily: "How can I do this if I don't have a few skills? I'm not you, I'm so talented."
From The Swordsman to The Lost Martial Arts, within half a year, Ding Xiu's acting skills are amazing. If you want to talk about geniuses, Ding Xiu is the genius.
"I know how to play fists and kicks, but not literary drama." Ding Xiu wanted to say something, but suddenly found that the style of the TV was not right.
Gao Yuanyuan followed his gaze and turned to look over.
On the screen, the first male and the second male are checking into a room. When the camera turns, the two people are lying on the bed...
She seemed to know why the hawker said that this film was not available in the Mainland. Even if it had this style of painting, it would not be released.
In the room, the air was solid and no one spoke. Except for the sound from the TV, the only sound left was the occasional sound of coal crackling in the stove.
It's just that the way Ding Xiu looked at Gao Yuanyuan was wrong, as if he was saying, is this what you call meticulous acting?
Gao Yuanyuan held her chin with one hand, turned her face in the opposite direction of the TV, and glanced at the roof with her big eyes. Under the light of the stove, her face looked like a ripe apple.
After about seven or eight seconds of silence, Ding Xiu's cell phone rang. It was from Qin Gang, asking him to go to the company because it was urgent.
"I'm going out for something, you..."
"I have something to do too."
Gao Yuanyuan didn't take her scarf or hat, and left in a hurry. She said she was walking, but in fact it was almost like running.
Ding Xiu just turned off the TV, and when he came out there was no one in the alley.
PS: Let me say a few heartfelt words... I have revised a few words in this chapter, but I can’t make up the two thousand, but now it is enough.