It ended with Han Zhou changing Chen Feng’s mobile phone number to ‘middle-aged fish farmer’, and Chen Feng’s note to Han Zhou being ‘this son is cruel’.
Han Zhou himself had never thought that his body would become stronger after drinking.
And after being drunk, it seems to be very comfortable, the feeling of forgetting everything, forgetting that the world has changed, and thinking that the surroundings are the previous life, very comfortable.
It’s not that I feel like I’ve returned to my previous life, but I feel that everything now merges with everything before and feels comfortable.
There is no longer those feelings of separation and discomfort.
However, Han Zhou warned himself that he must drink less.
Because, although I don’t have the habit of talking nonsense when I’m drunk, no one knows if I’ll end up in this situation after being drunk too many times.
…
Snow, beside the road.
Down the road slope, beside a dead tree.
A tricycle with only a driver drove by and then stopped.
In the back seat, Xiaomei got out of the car with a full belly.
Brother Shu was stunned for a moment, climbed up the slope excitedly, then slipped down, then climbed up the slope again: "Xiaomei!"
Xiaomei looked at Brother Shu with a smile, took Brother Shu's hand and put it on her big belly.
Brother Shu opened his squinted eyes and smiled: "Let's go to our new building."
"The baby was also born in the new building."
The mute Xiaomei said: "Let's go."
The two held hands and walked forward.
at this time.
In the snow, on the downhill road, a van drove by.
The driver honked the horn and saw that Brother Shu didn't respond, so he stopped the car and got out of the car: "Hello, Brother Shu!"
"Brother Shu, what are you doing?"
At this time, Brother Shu was walking alone, his hands scratching in the air again and again.
The camera slowly showed a close-up, and a very beautiful hand grabbed Brother Shu.
Brother Shu smiled: "Let's go, our new house is ahead."
The camera zooms up.
There was no Xiaomei, only Brother Shu was walking alone.
Brother Shu stood on a high mountain covered with withered yellow weeds, walking with a weird posture.
Down the mountain, down the slope, a new city looks so quiet in the winter.
The camera was fixed and Brother Shu walked out of the camera.
After walking out of the camera, Han Zhou lit a cigarette after a few seconds: ""Hello Mr. Tree" is finished!"
"woooo!!!!!!!"
The stage management and actors on the scene cheered.
"It's done, it's done!!!"
“It’s finished!!!”
Chen Dayong rushed out and saw many people throwing their hats to celebrate. He grabbed Wei Yuan's hat and threw it out with all his strength: "It's done!"
Wei Yuan chased him out: "Chen Dayong! Why don't you go down the hillside and pick up my hat for me!"
Chen Dayong turned around and pinched Wei Yuan's face: "It's done!"
Wei Yuan: "..."
I felt so frustrated and depressed when filming this movie, but now the whole crew is so excited to celebrate!
The crew's belongings were loaded onto the truck as quickly as possible.
The car arrived at the county seat of Xiao County as quickly as possible.
Someone asked: "What do you say about the wedding banquet?"
"Kill me~" someone shouted: "Eat some dumplings and leave quickly!"
Everyone wants to escape Mr. Tree.
When the cast and crew are like this, it's impossible for the movie not to be successful.
This is the first time there are so many people at a dumpling restaurant in the county town.
I also borrowed the small restaurant next door.
Chen Dayong stood on the chair and waved his clothes: "Drink some? Drink some?"
“What should I drink while eating dumplings?”
Some people have an objection: "Pair dumplings with wine, the more you drink, the better!"
In the dumpling restaurant, An Lan sat with the nurse and several female extras, eating dumplings and soy sauce bones.
Han Zhou and Chen Dayong and Wei Yuan.
Twenty, thirty, forty.
The three men stood side by side, holding each other's shoulders, shaking each other: "La la la, na na na~"
I don’t know what the song is about.
Anyway, everyone got it and drank too much.
Next, there were many people who were drunk, and there were also many people who were drunk but not drunk.
A long way away, Wang Xiya heard that the crew canceled the tickets at the speed of light and ended up trapped in the dumpling restaurant, so she called and booked all the rooms in the only four-star hotel in Xiao County.
In the dumpling restaurant, Han Zhou was leaning on a chair with a military coat draped on it.
People are tumbling.
I didn’t let Chen Feng overturn the situation, but Chen Dayong overturned it.
Chen Dayong, there is nothing wrong with this name.
This southerner is five more powerful than the northerner Chen Feng.
An Lan handed the mobile phone to the actor of Little Nurse, then sat next to Han Zhou and posed.
The Little Nurse actor smiled and took pictures of An Lan.
Finally, An Lan pouted at Han Zhou's face, as if he was about to kiss him.
At this time, Han Zhou woke up.
At such a close distance, Han Zhou probably knew who it was.
Their eyes met, Han Zhou stretched out his hand to stop An Lan's waist.
An Lan was caught off guard and moved forward a little.
Just a little bit, the kiss arrived.
"Crack!"
Got it.
An Lan hugged Han Zhou's neck and responded.
Han Zhou and An Lan were so entangled.
After a long separation, An Lan said: "Farewell Mr. Tree."
Han Zhou smiled: "Goodbye, Xiaomei."
An Lan knew that Han Zhou was not Mr. Shu, because Mr. Shu could not muster the courage to kiss Xiaomei.
Han Zhou knew that An Lan was not Xiaomei because Xiaomei couldn't speak.
In the middle of the night, Han Zhou, Chen Dayong and Wei Yuan were dancing Yangko on the street.
Staggering this way and that.
The members of the crew who were awake followed behind.
An Lan looked at this small northeastern town and looked up at the starry sky.
The snow and starry sky are pretty good.
…
Tianle Film and Television, Han Zhou is sitting in the VIP room and resting.
After a while, a girl came over: "Teacher Han, Mr. Wang is at the editor's side. Please come over."
Han Zhou smiled: "Okay."
Girl: "Teacher Han, I particularly like your "Happy Breakup". Can you sign it for me?"
Han Zhou took the pen and paper and wrote stroke by stroke, quite seriously. However, Han Zhou's calligraphy, iron strokes, silver hooks, and vertical and horizontal strokes were all extremely exaggerated.
The girl was excited: "Thank you, Teacher Han!"
“The calligraphy is so good!”
Han Zhou returned the pen to the girl and smiled: "This is a sword technique."
Outside the editing room door, Han Zhou was just about to go in.
I heard someone inside say: "Mr. Wang, you already said that after the film is edited, it will be kept in the warehouse."
"Then if we have so many people editing this film, isn't it a waste of manpower?"
"How about delaying it a little longer? When the editing of the New Year's Day movie is finished, we can then edit this movie?"
Wang Xiya's voice was very gentle: "Don't you want to edit?"
The man smiled: "It's not that I don't want to, things have priorities."
Wang Xiya: "Do I insist that you edit "Mr. Tree" first?"
The man: "Mr. Wang, the group has a lot of tasks now. This year's New Year's Day movie will take a long time to edit. There are also several important MVs and online drama editing. There is also a TV series lined up.
It’s on satellite TV.”
Han Zhou opened the door.
Awkward? It doesn’t exist.
Wang Xiya glanced at Han Zhou who came in and turned around: "Oh, it seems your schedule is ready?"
The editor, who was in his thirties, was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed: "I promise, I will finish editing before June next year, how about that?"
Wang Xiya tapped her elbow with her fingers: "It seems that Teacher Li has good intentions for the group."
The editor smiled and said: "Don't say hard work, don't say hard work, you should get paid."
Wang Xiya smiled: "Then do you know whose group the group belongs to?"
People around me didn't dare to speak.
The editor narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.
Wang Xiya: "Mine."
"If you do things for me, you are doing things for the group. If you don't do things for me, you are not doing things for the group."
"I don't care how my father managed you in the past."
"After I come to the group, I will do whatever I say."
The editor sneered: "It might be easy to lose money."
Wang Xiya: "Oh, if I lose my own money, it doesn't matter if I lose a little. If I have so much money, I should just give back to the society if I lose a little."
"By the way, I'm not explaining the company's operating rules to you."
"I'm explaining to you what an editor does."
"You don't want to edit, right?" Wang Xiya turned back and glanced at the assistant: "Notify the property, calculate his salary, ask the security guard to come up, and ask him to leave Tianle."
The editor stood up abruptly: "What do you mean, Mr. Wang?"
Wang Xiya: "I don't want to know who among the group's elders is unconvinced. I only know that my shares are the largest in the entire group."
"If you're not convinced, just hold it in."
"You, a little editor, are not qualified to stand up in front of me."
"All the other people on the board of directors are not qualified."
"That's it for now. Remember, the shareholders' meeting will be held tomorrow. If anyone doesn't come, they won't come to the group in the future."
The assistant hurriedly wrote it down.
Wang Xiya glanced at the other people in the editing room: "Everyone is on."
"Let the news go out that Tianle is recruiting an editing team."
The assistant continues to record.
The editor stood up with a gloomy face: "Okay..."
"Shut up." Wang Xiya: "If you find a new job in the film and television industry, I, Wang Xiya, write these three words backwards and get out."
Han Zhou knew there was going to be a good show before he opened the door, but he didn't expect to see such a bad show.
"I was just about to say, I will edit it myself."
Wang Xiya looked at Han Zhou: "Huh?"
Han Zhou laughed happily: "Didn't you tell me that I can give you a 90-minute MV and I will edit it myself."
Wang Xiya smiled: "Okay."
Then he looked at the other people present: "I, Wang Xiya, spent seven million on this play. What is the concept???"
"It's equivalent to what I spent on one shopping trip."
"Does anyone think that something involving millions or tens of millions can make me, Wang Xiya, so anxious?"
"Poor people are just poor people, they have so many ideas."
Han Zhou wanted to say: Give me the money you don’t want, not tens of millions, just ten million.
Wang Xiya turned to Han Zhou and smiled: "Han Zhou, you can edit it yourself. If you have any requirements, just tell me."
Han Zhou: "If you have a request, help me find a textbook called "Introduction to Film and Television Editing"."
Wang Xiya smiled: "Hahaha, this is easy, I'll give it to you later."
Wang Xiya left. Han Zhou looked left and right and saw the chair of the boss of the editing team who had not yet left: "Come on, come on, start it. This computer must have good configuration. I want it."