Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 102 100. Destined person

At the door of the theater office, many thoughts suddenly appeared in Liu Xiaoli's mind, and she almost forgot that she was here to see the theater manager. She was stopped by Chen Li'an's look just as she was about to speak.

Liu Xiaoli subconsciously shut up and saw Chen Li'an take the initiative to say to Manager Liu: "Manager Liu, this is Liu Xiaoli, a friend of Sister Gong Li and I. She is the one who danced Mrs. Xiang tonight. I have come over to ask for your help."

When Gong Li heard Chen Li'an's words, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in her eyes. Who knew who she was? When did you become friends with others?

However, in front of so many people, Gong Li still gave Chen Li'an face. She smiled at Manager Liu and said that Chen Li'an was right, this is my friend.

A trace of gratitude flashed in Liu Xiaoli's heart. She didn't even know the person's name, but she was still willing to help her.

Manager Liu was stunned for a moment, glanced at Liu Xiaoli, and then asked: "Liu Xiaoli, right? Hello, what's wrong with you?"

"I think."

As soon as Liu Xiaoli spoke, Chen Li'an stepped forward and said proactively: "Something happened at home. She wants to rush back to Wuhan tomorrow, but she doesn't want to delay the performance, so she wants to advance the order of Mrs. Xiang's unit performance."

As he spoke, Chen Li'an looked back at Liu Xiaoli and said, "She's quite embarrassed. I've told her too. As literary and artistic workers, they naturally focus on the stage and the audience. How can you delay the performance for your own personal affairs?"

"But having said that, literary and artistic workers are also human beings, and accidents will happen." Chen Li'an glanced at Director Wang who was silent next to him and said, "Director Wang, are you right?"

Director Wang looked at Chen Li'an with some surprise. He was a man who could talk and adapt. Although his methods were a little immature, he was very different from those more unreasonable artists. He was so suitable for "support"!

"Li'an is right, literary and artistic workers are also human beings." Director Wang turned to look at Manager Liu and said, "It's not a big deal to adjust the order of appearances. We can't let the literary and artistic workers feel cold."

There was a wry smile on Manager Liu's face, but he could only nod his head and said, "Director Wang is right, these are all trivial matters, there must be no problem."

Seeing that the matter was solved so easily, a smile immediately appeared on Liu Xiaoli's face, and she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chen Li'an gratefully.

Gong Li squinted her eyes and stared at Chen Li'an, feeling extremely unhappy. She could make friends even when she was looking for someone!

When Chen Li'an saw that the matter was resolved, he felt lucky in his heart. If he hadn't met Director Wang by chance today, this matter would have been really difficult to handle. But in the final analysis, he still had to borrow Gong Li's favor, and he would need to express his gratitude later.

"Haha, this is the best. We still need to protect literary and artistic workers." Director Wang replied with a smile, then looked at the watch on his wrist and said: "It's getting late, I should go back, you are young Let’s chat together.”

"Director Wang, let me see you off." Manager Liu said quickly, and then said a little embarrassedly: "I also want to invite you to my office for a cup of tea."

Director Wang glanced at Manager Liu with a smile, waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "When this performance is over, I will come back to demonstrate my merits to you. I will definitely try your tea then."

"Don't worry, there will definitely be no problems with the performance." Manager Liu smiled flatteringly, and then said: "I have prepared tea in advance and will wait for you to come over."

Director Wang smiled and did not answer, then nodded at Chen Li'an and Gong Li and left, and Manager Liu quickly followed.

After the two of them disappeared into the corridor, Gong Li looked at Chen Li'an with her hands folded and asked, "Tell me what happened."

Liu Xiaoli was standing nearby and was about to explain for Chen Li'an when she heard Chen Li'an say: "I just met a new friend, so I'm here to help."

"Thank you, you have really helped me a lot." Liu Xiaoli said quickly, fearing that Chen Li'an would not give her a chance to interrupt. She obviously looked several years younger than herself, but she was quite strong in speaking and acting.

Gong Li smiled, but there was no emotion in her eyes. She looked at Liu Xiaoli and said, "Don't be so polite, it's just a word."

Chen Li'an looked at Gong Li's not-so-beautiful face and knew that he could no longer complain, so he said, "It's okay now. Let's go. I'll treat you to a midnight snack."

Liu Xiaoli immediately said: "Let me treat you to dinner. Thank you very much for today."

"You don't have to be so polite." Chen Li'an pointed at Liu Xiaoli's face and said, "You haven't even taken off your makeup, so we won't waste your time."

With that said, Chen Li'an pulled the cold Gong Li to leave. Liu Xiaoli stood behind and opened her mouth and finally had to shout: "Thank you!"

Gong Li walked away and looked at Chen Li'an coldly and asked, "Why don't you go when someone invites you to dinner? It's so boring to have dinner with me."

"We just met and chatted for a while, so I wanted to help out." Chen Li'an coughed, took Gong Li's hand and said, "How can it be boring to have dinner with my sister?"

"I think you just think she's good-looking, so you can't help but be tempted."

"Am I that kind of person?"

"yes!"

"Sister, if you keep telling me, I will turn around and go back to ask for your contact information!"

"Go get one and try it!"

"Hiss~ You're going to kill me!"

Chen Li'an looked at Gong Li with his hands on his waist, grinning in pain, and swore that Gong Li would look good tonight!

"You dare to stare at me, and you just pulled my tiger skin, you are so courageous!" Gong Li snorted, and then said arrogantly: "Invite me to Maxim tonight, and I will forgive you."

After having a meal with Gong Li, she forgot about what happened before and sat on the sofa with Chen Li'an watching a movie.

Looking at the mouth talking on the canvas in the TV screen, Chen Li'an was particularly interested and couldn't help but say: "There is no such movie made in China until now."

The Blood of a Poet is one of the masterpieces of the French avant-garde film. It is a very fantasy film, but it is very suitable for Chen Li'an's appetite.

An experimental film made sixty years ago still feels like a classic from today's perspective.

"Are you bored?" Chen Li'an turned to look at Gong Li, who was a little depressed and asked.

Gong Li yawned and said, "I was a little tired from cooking and eating just now. I want to go to bed. You can take your time and watch."

After saying that, Gong Li got up and went back to the bedroom to sleep, leaving Chen Li'an sitting alone in the living room watching a movie. Chen Li'an, who had just eaten and was still very energetic, could not sleep. He opened a bottle of red wine and sat cross-legged on the sofa to continue. Watched a movie.

When Gong Li got up the next day, Chen Li'an was no longer there. There was a note left by Chen Li'an on the dining table, telling her that there were steamed buns and porridge in the kitchen.

Gong Li casually put the note into the storage box and walked lazily to the kitchen for breakfast.

On Wangfujing Street, Chen Li'an was strolling in the department store. It was New Year's Day soon and he wanted to buy something to send to his second uncle in Yangcheng.

But when the things arrive, it’s probably going to be Chinese New Year too, so I’ll kill two birds with one stone!

Chen Li'an picked out and bought a lot of things. They were all things that would not break and could be stored, such as ginseng tea and the like.

After shopping, Chen Li'an was just about to go to the post office to mail the things when he bumped into Liu Xiaoli.

"Why are you here?" Chen Li'an asked in surprise.

Liu Xiaoli also looked at Chen Li'an in surprise and said, "What a coincidence! I'm here to buy some specialties to take home, are you the only one? Is Gong Li here? Let me treat you to dinner. I couldn't thank you yesterday."

Chen Li'an shook his head and said, "She's not here, so there's no need to be so polite. It's just a little effort."

"Your little effort has helped me a lot." Liu Xiaoli said gratefully, and then pulled Chen Li'an and said, "Don't even think about running away today. Come on, I'll treat you to dinner. How about roast duck?"

Looking at the enthusiastic Liu Xiaoli, Chen Li'an could only smile and said: "Okay, but if you don't want to eat roast duck, is it okay to braise it? Can you get used to it?"

"No problem, I can do it." Liu Xiaoli said immediately with a smile.

In a century-old stew restaurant near Wangfujing, Chen Li'an ordered dishes skillfully, then looked at Liu Xiaoli who was cleaning the table and asked: "Are you going back to Wuhan tonight?"

"Well, I just bought the ticket and ran into you when I came out to buy some souvenirs." Liu Xiaoli explained, and then said: "We are quite destined. I thought I wouldn't have the chance to thank you."

Chen Li'an smiled and thought it was quite a coincidence. It was the same as the plot in the novel, but unfortunately it was not a covered bridge.

Soon the braised and roasted garlic was served. Chen Li'an originally planned to take a photo of two garlics, but gave up after seeing some shriveled garlic in the store.

Liu Xiaoli looked at the sticky braised food in front of her and took a careful taste. Her eyes lit up and she unexpectedly discovered that it was quite delicious.

"How does it taste?" Chen Li'an asked with a smile.

Liu Xiaoli licked the braised pork on her lips and nodded, "I wanted to try it last time I came to the capital, but I didn't eat it because of the appearance. I didn't expect it to be quite delicious."

Liu Xiaoli took another sip, then looked at Chen Li'an's young face and asked, "How old are you this year? You look so young."

"Asking about age is not something a lady should do." Chen Li'an bit the fire and joked: "Just like a gentleman wouldn't ask a woman's age."

Liu Xiaoli: "." Should I agree or object to this?

"You're not old, but you're quite good at talking." Liu Xiaoli realized that Chen Li'an would ask her age to avoid continuing the topic, and she felt that he was quite a gentleman.

Because after a few chats, he helped her solve a big problem without asking for anything in return, Liu Xiaoli already regarded Chen Li'an as a good person in her heart.

The crispy skin of the fire, wrapped in the fragrant donkey meat, Chen Li'an let out a sigh of satisfaction, and then said to Liu Xiaoli: "Have you decided on the order of performances tonight? What time is the train? Can you catch it?"

Liu Xiaoli nodded and said, "It's confirmed, the first unit is Mrs. Xiang. Are you coming to see me tonight?"

"I guess I won't be able to do it tonight. I'll see you perform next time I have a chance." Chen Li'an shook his head and said with regret. He was going back to painting tonight. If he didn't go back to paint, Bo Qing would probably bite him to death.

next time? Maybe there will be no next time. Liu Xiaoli's face instantly became a little sad. She looked at Chen Li'an and said with some self-deprecation: "Maybe there will be no next time. At this age, I have to go home to support my husband and raise children."

Chen Li'an was silent for a while, and he probably guessed what was going on. He didn't know how to explain it, so he just said: "The sky stretches out its sleeves, the earth strings play, the poems praise half of the sky, and the women smile."

"What do you mean?" Liu Xiaoli was stunned for a moment, then thought about it for a while and felt that it encouraged her, and she couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Chen Li'an wiped the stew that he accidentally got on the corner of his mouth, and then said: "Nothing else, I just think you can dance very well. If you keep at it, you will definitely become a famous dancer."

The two people at the dinner table were silent for a while, listening to the various voices in the restaurant and the shouts of the waiters, each with their own thoughts.

After a while, Liu Xiaoli said: "I'm not young anymore, and I can't dance for a few more years. Maybe it would be better to go home and raise my husband and children."

"If you really wanted to, you wouldn't be so entangled." Chen Li'an said without raising his head: "But I don't know your situation, I'm just talking nonsense, just listen to it."

Liu Xiaoli didn't expect to feel so irritated after a meal, not to Chen Li'an, but to her current poor living situation.

Looking at Liu Xiaoli who had lost her appetite, Chen Li'an felt that he had said too much and said apologetically: "I said too much, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I don't blame you, it's my own business." Liu Xiaoli squeezed out a smile and said, "I originally wanted to thank you, but I didn't expect the topic to reach this point. I will treat you to a nice meal next time I have the opportunity."

"Okay, then I'll wait." Chen Li'an did not refuse this time and agreed with a smile.

More than ten minutes later, the two walked out of the stew shop. The two standing on the roadside looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

"I'll go over there and see you next time."

"I'm going over there, bye."

The two people who spoke at the same time looked at each other and smiled, then waved at the same time and turned around to leave.

Liu Xiaoli, who took two steps forward, suddenly paused. She remembered that she didn't even have Chen Li'an's contact information, so she turned around and looked at Chen Li'an's back and shouted, "Hey, wait a minute!"

Hearing Liu Xiaoli's cry, Chen Li'an stopped and turned around to look at him. His figure against the light looked particularly mysterious.

Liu Xiaoli squinted at Chen Li'an, then ran over and looked at that pretty face and said, "I don't have your contact information yet, otherwise I won't treat you to dinner next time."

Chen Li'an suddenly realized, then he took out the small book and pencil he had brought with him from his pocket, wrote down his phone number and address, handed it to Liu Xiaoli, and said: "My phone number and address are on it, but I'm about to move. I'll tell you the new one next time." address."

Liu Xiaoli looked at the note held on Chen Li'an's slender fingers, reached out to take it, looked up at him and said, "Okay, see you then."

"Goodbye." Chen Li'an waved his hand, turned and left with a smile.

In the endless stream of people, Chen Li'an's tall and strong figure was reflected in Liu Xiaoli's pupils. It was not until that figure disappeared that he put the note away close to his body in a sense of loss, turned around and left.

On the other side, Chen Li'an was at a bookstall in front of the post office and saw an original copy of "Covered Bridge's Lost Dreams". He picked it up, flipped through it twice, and bought it for fifteen yuan.

It should be shown to Liu Xiaoli, but unfortunately she has already left.

Chen Li'an put away the books, walked briskly into the post office, and mailed all the things he bought.

I don’t know what’s going on with my second uncle’s factory these days. I’ll go check it out next time I go to Xiangjiang, and take a look at my cousin. I don’t know if she’s in love yet, but she’s already a twenty-three-year-old girl, so she’s not in a hurry.

She was the only one left in Lao Qiao's family for the rest of her life. It was really puzzling that her second uncle was not in a hurry.

After returning home from the post office, Chen Li'an smelled the smell of turpentine as soon as he entered the yard. It must be that Bai Qing had arrived and started painting.

Chen Li'an quickened his pace and opened the door, and saw Bo Qing wearing a tight black sweater, sitting in front of the easel with his chin propped up, washing his brushes.

Hearing the sound of the door opening behind him, Bai Qing turned around and asked, "Why are you back so late? What were you doing?"

Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing's white teeth and felt that his wrist was still hurting, and said angrily: "Go to the hospital."

"You stingy man, you drive me away, even if I bite you, it's a light one!" Bai Qing took the paintbrush out of the turpentine bottle and shook it at Chen Li'an.

The turpentine on the brush was immediately spread all over Chen Li'an's body, and was instantly absorbed by the soft fabric of his clothes, turning into dark spots.

"Bai Qing!" Chen Lian angrily threw the Bridge of Wet Dreams in his hand on the table, walked up to Bai Qing and rubbed her little head vigorously.

"Chen Li'an!"

Bo Qing, who was ravaged like a kitten, stood up frantically and chased Chen Li'an, about to bite him. However, as soon as he opened his mouth, Chen Li'an blocked the murder tool.

Chen Li'an bit Bai Qing's sexy lips and asked vaguely: "Will you bite me again in the future?"

"Bite!" Bo Qing looked at Chen Li'an stubbornly, then opened his beautiful mouth and bit Chen Li'an's mouth.

The room was filled with the sound of the two people being in pain, as well as the sounds of the easel being knocked and rapid breathing.

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