Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 99 97. Zhang Guorong’s vacation ended early

When it gets dark, the yard becomes lively. Every household has gotten up, going to school and going to work.

Children's complaints and parents' urgings are still heard from time to time, as well as the doting blame from the adults.

Chen Li'an was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling. He was the only one in the room. Bo Qing had already left. Before leaving, he left a deep tooth mark on Chen Li'an's wrist.

After a long time, Chen Li'an sighed quietly, covered himself with a quilt, turned over and continued to pretend to be dead.

It wasn't until after one o'clock in the afternoon that Chen Li'an lifted the quilt and rubbed the red scratches on his back before getting up from the bed.

The yard was very quiet in the afternoon. Chen Li'an squatted in the yard and brushed his teeth. He looked at the bare ginkgo branches and thought of the one in Cheng Meiren's yard.

I don’t know if her business performance is over, and how much money she has made, but no matter how much she earns, she can’t compare to her own. Her account has been tripled with Mr. Tang’s leverage, and she will be able to earn a few million by the end of the month.

Judging from the business environment in mainland China, even the most popular star's price for a commercial performance will never exceed 200,000 yuan. There is no way that Cheng Meiren can beat her.

Chen Lian spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth, wiped the corners of his mouth and ran into the house, took out his phone and called Zhang Guorong.

"What? Playing mahjong?" As soon as the call was connected, before Chen Li'an spoke, Zhang Guorong quickly asked Chen Li'an to hurry up and play mahjong.

Chen Li'an really admired Zhang Guorong's poker addiction, so he hung up the phone helplessly, packed up briefly, and hurried to the appointment.

The same people were playing mahjong. Chen Li'an asked Zhang Guorong about his account while playing cards.

"Mr. Tang, have you told me how the situation has been in the past two days?" Chen Li'an asked as he threw out the cards one by one.

Zhang Guorong rubbed the cards in his hand and said without raising his head: "I don't know if he didn't tell me. Don't worry, nothing will go wrong."

After rubbing it carefully for a few times, Zhang Guorong played out the tiles he just grabbed with some disappointment, still muttering mahjong formulas.

"Eighty thousand!"

"What a fool!"

Wang Zuxian and Chen Li'an pushed down the cards in front of them at the same time, and a card of eighty thousand and one shot fired twice.

Zhang Guorong was so angry that he pushed the cards in his hand and shouted shamelessly: "No more playing!"

"Then you have to pay first!"

"No money!"

"Are you being shameless again? If you do this, I won't play mahjong with you anymore!"

"I won't play cards with you anymore." Wang Zuxian also echoed, saying that he was all in charge, how could he let Zhang Guorong go so easily.

Zhang Guorong snorted sadly and indignantly, and could only pay honestly.

Gong Li watched from the side and couldn't help but want to laugh. She really couldn't understand why Zhang Guorong was so addicted to poker when his poker skills were so bad.

"Gong Li, you can still laugh, how about you lose money too." Zhang Guorong said angrily.

Chen Li'an put the money away and interjected: "I don't want to cheat."

Zhang Guorong: "." It's boring! I will definitely not play mahjong tomorrow!

What can he do if he doesn't play mahjong? Chen Li'an couldn't resist the restless Wang Zuxian, so he could only take her to fulfill her wish to climb the Great Wall.

Winter is not a good time to climb the Great Wall. Even if the sun is shining brightly, the cold wind will blow on you and you will feel very cold.

Chen Li'an held Wang Zuxian's hand, stopped when he saw her panting, and said, "Let's take a rest. We should come here in spring or autumn."

"That's right, I'm hot and cold now, and I'm almost exhausted." Zhang Guorong, who was following behind, leaned weakly against the city wall, regretting his actions of joining in the fun today.

How nice to sleep comfortably at home.

Wang Zuxian's little face turned red and she gasped slightly: "I don't know when I will come next time. I must climb up today!"

"Okay, let's continue after a short rest." Chen Li'an was in good physical condition and did not feel very tired.

After resting for a few minutes, Wang Zuxian regained a lot of strength, looked at the high platform in front of her and shouted: "Let's go!"

After saying that, he crossed the steps with his long legs and continued to climb up. Chen Li'an looked back at Zhang Guorong and asked, "Is that okay? If not, just wait here."

"Who can't say it!" Zhang Guorong stood up immediately and ran after him.

There were not many people on the Great Wall in winter, only a few foreign tourists. Wang Zuxian and Zhang Guorong did not put on any disguises. They were recognized several times on the road and took several photos together.

Chen Li'an, a fringe person in the entertainment industry, was naturally not known to anyone. He was treated as an assistant by tourists and was promoted as a photographer. After taking photos for them, he also left the tourists' addresses and told them to have them washed and mailed to them.

"I can't tell you are quite considerate." Zhang Guorong looked at Chen Li'an who wrote down the address and teased.

Chen Li'an pouted and said, "Who asked me to be your assistant? I can't embarrass you."

"She's my assistant!" Wang Zuxian held Chen Li'an's hand and emphasized.

"What's yours, I won't rob it from you!" Zhang Guorong was particularly disgusted, but he still added venomously: "But there are still several people robbing it from you!"

"Brother!" Wang Zuxian was so angry that her tooth ached. She stamped her foot and was about to hit Zhang Guorong.

Zhang Guorong immediately screamed strangely and ran away. The two of them were playing around on the Great Wall like children, and they were moving much faster.

Half an hour later, at the highest point of the Badaling Great Wall, Wang Zuxian stood on the platform and looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance. She felt that all the emotions in her heart were released. She couldn't help but shout loudly at the mountains in the distance: "Ah"

Looking at Wang Zuxian who was shouting with open arms, Zhang Guorong leaned against the wall and panted but couldn't help shouting.

Chen Li'an stood nearby and took a photo of this scene. Although climbing the Great Wall was tiring, the sense of accomplishment after climbing up was still greater than the fatigue.

Wang Zuxian shouted for a while, held her hands on the wall and took a breath. She looked back at Chen Li'an, smiled brightly, and made a scissor hand gesture.

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Chen Li'an immediately raised his camera and took a picture. After knowing her for so many days, this was the first time he saw her smiling so happily. Her lively and youthful look was very contagious.

Zhang Guorong leaned against the wall, looking at Wang Zuxian with a bright smile, and couldn't help but smile. He originally had some objections to Chen Li'an's restless hookup, but now they disappeared.

The most important thing in life is to be happy. Since Wang Zuxian and Chen Li'an are happy together, why should they care so much? Everyone has their own life.

No one is the savior and cannot save everyone.

Zhang Guorong didn't want to be the savior, but Chen Li'an always thought about whether he could be the savior for once.

"You should be nicer to Zu Xian in the future and don't make her sad again." Zhang Guorong stood next to Chen Li'an and looked into the distance, with wisps of green smoke floating from the cigarette on his finger.

Chen Li'an turned his head and glanced at Wang Zuxian, who was chatting with fans in the distance, then nodded and said: "I try my best, but it's not me."

"I know, you don't need to explain." Leslie Cheung interrupted Chen Li'an, smoking a cigarette and said: "Although you are not a good man, you are still magnanimous and will not promise anything, so don't give others hope and end up hurting them. other people."

Chen Li'an was silent for a while, not knowing what to say. He only felt a sting on his wrist, and the tooth mark left by Bai Qing had not gone away.

Sometimes many things are beyond his control.

After the three of them came down from the Great Wall in the afternoon, they were all too tired to talk. On the way back in the car, Wang Zuxian leaned on Chen Li'an's shoulder and fell asleep from exhaustion.

Zhang Guorong, who was sitting in the front row, looked back and said, "I'm going back to Xiangjiang. Zu Xian should go back with me."

Chen Li'an asked in confusion: "Why do you want to go back suddenly? Didn't Mr. Tang say he would come before Christmas?"

"The company has temporary work, and the holiday has to end early." Zhang Guorong said helplessly.

During this time, I played with Zhang Guorong and the others every day. Chen Li'an was not used to being separated suddenly, so he asked, "When are you leaving?"

"The flight is the day after tomorrow." Zhang Guorong replied with a smile: "I will help you look after your account when you get back."

Chen Li'an shook his head and said, "That's not important. I'll give it to you the day after tomorrow."

"No need, it's not like he disappeared." Zhang Guorong said nonchalantly, then glanced at Wang Zuxian who was sleeping and said, "Let's spend time with Zuxian tomorrow."

Chen Li'an nodded, turned to look at Wang Zuxian's slightly moving eyelids, raised his hand and stroked her head to make her sleep more comfortably.

In the alley of Houhai, Chen Li'an was holding a pile of half-eaten snacks in his hand, including a candied haws with only one bite, pink marshmallows with half remaining, and a cute candy man with one corner missing.

Wang Zuxian wanted to buy everything she saw and try it, but she only tasted it for a moment before leaving it to Chen Li'an.

"Why don't you eat? Do you think I bought too much?" Wang Zuxian asked, holding Chen Li'an's arm.

"I don't like sweets." Chen Li'an looked helplessly at the pile of sweets in his hand, but he still bit into a candied haws.

Don’t waste food!

Wang Zuxian squinted her eyes and watched Chen Li'an frowning while eating. She couldn't help but buy a lot of things, just to see whether Chen Li'an was reluctant or willing to tolerate her.

"I'm leaving tomorrow, will you miss me?" As evening approached, Wang Zuxian looked at Chen Li'an and asked suddenly.

Chen Li'an looked at the sugar stain on the corner of Wang Zuxian's mouth, raised his hand and wiped it gently and said: "Yes, I will visit you next year."

"When?" Wang Zuxian's eyes immediately lit up.

"After the New Year, I won't stay for too long."

"Then you should accompany me well when you go, and you are not allowed to play mahjong with your brother!"

"Okay, but I'm afraid he'll act like a spoiled brat again."

"Ignore him!"

The two of them walked in the alley, and the setting sun stretched their shadows long and closely together, and they did not separate until nightfall.

Early the next morning, Chen Li'an was sitting at the breakfast stall eating fried dough sticks. He raised his head and glanced at the long white mark left by the flying plane in the blue sky, then lowered his head and continued eating his breakfast.

This is the normal state of life, and the white mark in the sky will slowly dissipate over time.

In the National Art Museum of China, Chen Li'an received a notice from the National Art Exhibition Jury after several days, asking him to come and hear the results of the selection for the Venice Biennale.

Regarding the selection results of the jury, Chen Li'an did not have too many expectations. He had not done any networking in the past few days, so the possibility of being selected was extremely slim.

The Venice Biennale is the most valuable exhibition among the three major exhibitions in the art world. I don’t know how many people want to participate. If Chen Li’an doesn’t seek connections, others will.

Don't think that artists are indifferent to fame and wealth. We are all human beings, how can we not have emotions and desires?

Chen Li'an sat opposite Yang Lizhou, director of the Old Acquaintance Art Museum, and asked curiously: "Didn't you participate in the selection?"

"It's boring, you seem to be confident." Yang Lizhou said a word without explaining what was boring, but he was very curious about Chen Li'an's indifference, guessing whether he knew the result in advance.

Chen Li'an shook his head and said, "It's not that I'm confident, it's that I know that I have no hope."

Yang Lizhou looked into Chen Li'an's eyes, and after a while he said a few words of encouragement: "You are only twenty years old. It is good to maintain this kind of purity, but you must maintain it in the future. Fame and wealth are important, but don't lose your heart. That’s the most important thing.”

Chen Li'an nodded. He had a good impression of Yang Lizhou. When he was approached by the film festival, he just accepted Chen Li'an's work after seeing it, and even helped with the formalities.

However, Chen Li'an still asked Chen Li'an for the money that should be spent. Yang Lizhou was a person who could distinguish between public and private matters.

"Have you had any new creative ideas recently? Your last work was really good and more meaningful than your oil painting this time." Yang Lizhou glanced at the people who hadn't arrived yet and continued chatting with Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an smoked a Zhongnanhai and handed it over and said, "Yes, I'm working on it."

"Well, that's good. A strong desire to create is the most important thing." Yang Lizhou took the cigarette and said mockingly: "When you get to my age, you will know how difficult it is to make a good work. Many people come to this At this age, the only thing left is to seek fame and reputation.”

Chen Li'an lit a cigarette and didn't reply. This kind of thing was normal. Chen Li'an couldn't guarantee whether he would become a stubborn old man who rested on his laurels when he got old.

After the two chatted for a while, the judges came over in a hurry. Yang Lizhou turned to Chen Li'an and said, "Do you want to know the result?"

Chen Li'an was stunned for a moment and asked, "Do you know?"

"Of course I do, this is my place."

"Then why didn't you say anything just now?"

"Forgot to talk."

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After Chen Li'an waited for a while, the judges who listened to the rambling speech couldn't help but turned their heads and looked at Yang Lizhou and asked: "You'd better tell me first. These people speak too slowly. If I'm not chosen, I'll go first." Withdrawn."

"Haha, you are still young and can't hold your breath." Yang Lizhou smiled, and then whispered: "Originally, you were not included, but your name was added when the list was handed in."

Chen Li'an frowned and asked uncertainly, "Did you help me?"

"It has nothing to do with me. I didn't participate in the selection, so I have nothing to say." After Yang Lizhou explained, he said with emotion: "If I hadn't known that you had no background, I would have doubted whether you came from some compound."

Chen Li'an said speechlessly: "What big boy can't hold a film festival?"

Yang Lizhou laughed, patted Chen Li'an on the shoulder and said, "No matter what, it's a good thing to be chosen."

Chen Li'an nodded, but he was thinking about why his name was added. The status of someone who could intervene in such a matter must be high.

He was a poor boy from a large courtyard, but he didn't know any big shots.

After thinking about it for a long time, I could only think that someone admired me, well. As long as this explained it, maybe my film festival was in line with the leaders above who wanted to rectify the health care product industry, and it was remembered by others.

Regarding Chen Li'an's speculation, Yang Lizhou also quite agreed with it and felt that this possibility was relatively high. The above may want to use Chen Li'an as a model for artists who are not trouble-making, not crazy, but also care about society.

Chen Li'an is always much better than the people in East Village and Old Summer Palace.

Chen Li'an, who knew the result in advance, had no intention of continuing to listen to those clichés. He stood in the corner chatting with Yang Lizhou. It was not until his name was finally called that he went up and said a few words.

More than half an hour later, Chen Li'an came out of the National Art Museum of China. Seeing that it was getting late, he turned back to Xinjiekou.

Mr. Zhou called him several times to make appointments, but Chen Li'an didn't have time. Now that he was free, he had to go and see him.

In a bar in Xinjiekou, Chen Li'an ordered a glass of beer, sat down and watched Mr. Zhou singing on the stage, and couldn't help but hum along.

Mr. Zhou, whose voice has not yet become smoky, still sings very well and is very energetic on stage. Although he is small, he is very explosive.

Chen Li'an listened for a while, then called the waiter and brought a flower basket.

One hundred yuan for a small flower basket is quite expensive. I wonder how much Mr. Zhou can get.

Mr. Zhou on the stage received the flower basket and saw Chen Li'an at the prompt of the waiter. She immediately stood up and waved to him. If there were not two songs to come, she would probably run down.

After singing two more songs, Mr. Zhou immediately put down the microphone and ran down. When he ran up to Chen Li'an, he put his arms around his neck and said happily: "You finally came to see me."

"Sorry, I've been too busy recently." Chen Li'an put his arm around Mr. Zhou's waist and said apologetically.

Mr. Zhou looked into Chen Li'an's eyes, shook his head and said, "I know you are busy, it will be fine."

"I thought you would be angry." Chen Li'an pinched Mr. Zhou's chin and asked, "Are you going to go on stage again?"

Mr. Zhou understood what Chen Li'an meant and immediately said: "There are no more songs of mine in the future. Please wait while I go and talk to the boss."

"Well, go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

"I'll be back soon." Mr. Zhou let go of Chen Li'an and ran quickly towards the backstage.

Seeing Mr. Zhou's bouncing back, Chen Li'an glanced around the messy environment and couldn't help but frown.

It's no big deal for a naturally good actor to sing in a bar. He has to find a way to help her.

After a while, Mr. Zhou ran back quickly, hugged Chen Li'an's arm and said happily: "Come on, I'll treat you to a supper with the money you just sent from the flower basket!"

"Borrow flowers to offer to Buddha?" Chen Li'an smiled and scratched Mr. Zhou's small nose, and then asked: "Do you like singing or acting?"

Mr. Zhou did not expect that Chen Li'an would suddenly ask this question. He thought for a moment and said, "I like acting, but no crew is willing to hire me."

"If you like acting, then don't come to singing anymore. You'll never have a chance here."

"But I want to make money, how about you support me?" Mr. Zhou said, turning his head and looking at Chen Li'an, hoping to hear those three words.

Chen Li'an felt like he was being forced into a corner.

Damn it! Why did the topic suddenly go off the rails!

Ten thousand words updated! It's a little late, don't mind.