Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

"Zhang Yang is right." Liu Yimin took over the words: "No matter where you are from, if you order a few of your favorite foods, you will immediately feel that we are thousands of miles away, and you are looking up at the same sea of ​​stars."

"Hey Du Hui, I heard what you said. Li Li said that his father Li Wan once said this." Yu Dongqing said with a smile.

Liu Yimin naturally knew Li Wan, but not as well as Yu Dongqing. Now that he heard this, he laughed and explained, "It's all written in a book. It's about barbecue in Chinese cuisine. It's very interesting."

Yu Dongqing nodded after hearing this.

In the original time and space, there was a TV documentary series called "A Series of Life", which was about Chinese barbecue.

From the beef skewers in Zhaotong, Yunnan, to the red willow skewers in the Taklimakan Desert, to the charcoal-grilled pig eye skewers in Baise, Guangxi, barbecue stalls can be found all over the country, and they are full of regional characteristics.

"Hey, Holly, don't you want to make a movie? Just make a movie about barbecue and write about ordinary people. I think it would be quite interesting."

Zhang Yang just said it casually, but unexpectedly Yu Dongqing nodded and said:

"I'm currently imagining a TV series, which is about the various life situations, joys and sorrows that happen at a barbecue stall or a hot pot restaurant at night."

For the first time, Yu Dongqing expressed the idea of ​​making a TV series in front of some old buddies.

"Let me tell you a few short stories. See if you read these things after they are written down?" Yu Dongqing talked about the things he encountered while drinking.

I ran into the Inner Mongolia coal boss at Lao Ma's noodle shop.

What happened to the lady who sells pancakes outside.

Meeting a lonely foreigner at a Shanghai barbecue restaurant.

And the girl the family saw crying at a hot pot restaurant in Hangzhou.

Yu Dongqing said slowly. Several buddies listened quietly.

After listening to Yu Dongqing's story, Du Hui, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "After listening to what Dongqing said, I will also tell you a true story that Ke Yao told me about what happened to her."

"Ke Yao? Your wife?" The three of them immediately became energetic after hearing this.

Du Hui threw a cigarette to Zhang Yang, lit one himself and said slowly:

"Ke Yao said that she was in the third year of high school at that time, and her relationship with her parents was not very good for a while. She had no intention of reviewing, and one day she simply skipped the evening self-study and walked on the street. There was a stall selling Hangzhou Pian'er Sichuan next to the school. , didn’t know where to go, and ended up sitting there in a daze.

It's a woman doing business, and a little girl. The little girl, who was about 4 or 5 years old, wore braids and sucked the dough without saying a word, looking up at her from time to time.

"Ke Yao said that at that time, she thought about how her parents spoke so unpleasantly, that they might not even be able to enter the house today, and that her scores in the mock test also dropped sharply. She couldn't help but feel sad, and even started crying thinking about it.

She lowered her head and sobbed for a while, and the little sister opposite suddenly said in a milky voice: "Did I scare my sister by sucking too loudly?

"Before Ke Yao could think of a reply, the little sister stood up under her tearful gaze, ran to her, pouted her lips and kissed her, still making a milky sound: "Don't cry, I'm crying. My mother would kiss me every time, and my sister would not cry when I kissed her. "

Ke Yao finally said that she would stop crying and stood up to say goodbye to her mother and daughter.

The sunset that evening was warm to her.

"Well, this story is good." Zhang Yang said to Yu Dongqing, "You can write it into the play."

Yu Dongqing nodded.

Very heartwarming story.

"Later, didn't Ke Yao see the mother and daughter selling noodles?" Liu Yimin asked.

"Why haven't you seen it?" Du Hui said with a smile: "Later, Ke Yao said that every year when she went back to school after being admitted to college, she would go to that noodle stall to eat a bowl of noodles. I followed her back two years and saw her. She is older, she is already a college student, but she will help her mother when she comes back.”

"But I didn't see him when I went back with Ke Yao during the Chinese New Year this year. I heard that stalls were not allowed in that place and the city management drove him away."

"Forget it, don't write the latter part, it sounds unlucky." Zhang Yang sighed.

"Yimin, do you have a story?" Zhang Yang asked Liu Yimin.

"Me? Of course there are many stories about the tavern. One of them is quite interesting, but I don't know if it is suitable." Liu Yimin smiled and told a story.

“I remember it very clearly. It was one night last winter. There were very few people in the pub. Three people came from behind. They sounded like colleagues. One of the young men invited two colleagues to drink. He had just resigned that day.

"The three of them drank a lot. While drinking, the young man complained bitterly about all the injustices in the company. He choked up from time to time. He called his two colleagues "brother" and said a lot of heartfelt words."

"Later, after the young man staggered to the toilet, the remaining two people looked at each other, smiled, and said something. I was at the bar and heard it clearly. Do you know what they said?"

"What words?"

"dumbass."

"Fuck!" Zhang Yang gasped after hearing this.

"Yimin, I thought you were going to tell a story about a crazy man and a woman who happened in a tavern, but I didn't expect you would tell this story."

"Haha. I just remembered it. Tell me, don't write holly into the story." Liu Yimin took a sip of beer and laughed.

At this moment, a fat middle-aged man with round hair and a black round-neck T-shirt walked over. It was the owner of this restaurant, and he said to the four people with a smile on his face:

"Mr. Zhang, bosses, I was a little busy just now, so I would like to propose a toast to all the bosses." He picked up the beer bottle and poured wine for the four of them.

"I said Boss Ren, there's no need to pour the wine." Zhang Yang replied: "Let me introduce to you, this is Yu Dongqing, Director Yu. He wants to make a series about various stories that happen in barbecue stalls and hot pot restaurants. For TV series, tell him if you have any good material."

"Are you Director Yu?" Boss Ren looked surprised and quickly shook hands with Yu Dongqing: "The Wandering Earth" was really shocking. No, I want to toast you! "

It was hard to reject the hospitality, so Yu Dongqing had to have a drink.

After paying tribute to Yu Dongqing, he naturally could not leave others behind. After everyone in the circle had finished paying their respects, Boss Ren said to Yu Dongqing with an honest smile on his face:

"Director Yu, what's so good about this barbecue stall? All the customers come here to brag and talk about their family's shortcomings and not up to par."

"Yes. Director Yu wants this effect!"

"Okay, I'll tell you a few real stories about what happened at my barbecue stall." Boss Ren shouted to the shop assistants, asking them to work first, and then sat down at the table.

Zhang Yang poured him a glass of beer, and Boss Ren took a sip and started telling stories.