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Life is always full of surprises.

For example, a person who suddenly had an inexplicable meal with an inexplicable person—Xu Fei did not do much in his previous life.

Of course, now that they are serious, with the new big dogs entering the game, they found a good restaurant and the two exchanged business cards. The other party looked at Xu Fei, Beijing TV Art Center.

Xu Fei, Su Yue, China Audio and Video Publishing House.

Chen Xiaoer also glanced at it, and was happy: "Yo, it's interesting, it's a tribute to a film and television song today!"

"You're wrong, he writes music, he can't sing." Zhang Jinglin smiled.

"That's what it means, it's music."

Chen Xiaoer didn't take it seriously, and asked, "Are you all so prosperous in the music industry now, can you afford it?"

"The unit's car drove out and chanted and said it was you." Su Yue said.

"That is, when you mention" eating noodles "and" making movies ", who doesn't know who doesn't know?" Xu Feidao.

Eh!

He touched the other person's eyes and found the channel. They were all scenes.

The two scenes were holding nagging, so it wouldn't be too embarrassing, and Chen Xiaoer couldn't even send it out. He will be more sharp-minded, full of artistic ideals, and living out of the realm is a matter of growing pomegranates.

"I said you guys can't hit it, how do you know each other?"

"Mr. Xu and I are revolutionary comrades. Follow him ... Didn't I go to the singing competition a while ago? The judge was him, and then I knew each other. I was invited to go to his studio every day. I didn't feel well!

Zhang Jinglin was so embarrassed about what he said.

"What stage is it now? Where is it?" Chen Xiaoer didn't even speak.

"No, watch him behave!"

The girl was generous and not shy. Su Yue also nodded and flushed, "I work hard, work hard."

In a few moments, meals are served and chatting while eating.

Su Yue's focus is on Xu Fei, afraid of being a rival, and secretly touching his identity. In other words, Zhang Jinglin lacked the root string and didn't even notice it.

"He knew everything in the crew. At first it was called the nickname, but later it came true. They all called him Mr. Xu. The movie" Dream of Red Mansions "was also finished ... Hey, when did you transfer it?

"The art center at the beginning of the year."

"I know this unit. I have watched" Four Generations Together "seven or eight times. Are there any plans for this year?"

"I'm shooting a TV series about public security. I also took the time to come."

"Yo, then you are inside ..."

"I didn't appear this time, and I was responsible for the overall artistic effects, that is, clothing, props, makeup, and scenery."

"It really is a genius!" Su Yue gave a thumbs up.

"..."

When Chen Xiaoer heard it, she understood, "Oh, how dare you change her look?"

"Uh, offended. Offended."

"No, no, it's a good change. The shape she used to be is devilish and earthy, so much changed."

He likes people who have the ability, and suddenly came to have fun, and dragged his body, "You look at me, what is wrong?"

Xu Fei did not see it because of spicy eyes.

Collarless short-sleeved shirt with the English letters and the head of the big ocean horse printed on it, and the white Qi Qi shorts below, with two black black thighs.

Because the shorts are too short and too tight, they have to draw a triangle-it is said that this is the most fashionable dress of young people nowadays, really do not understand the aesthetics, are you not panic?

"The shorts are longer, slightly up to the knee, just right. And your hair ..."

"What about my hair?"

"Personal point of view, don't mind, I think this hairstyle has no personality, have you ever thought about completely bald?"

"Bald?"

Chen Xiaoer suddenly became serious. He now has hair. Shaved once in "Making a Movie" and later stayed.

"Your external image, to be honest, is a bit embarrassing in film and television arts, and can't reach up and down. To be honest, it's not quite right, it's not too evil to be evil, and it's a little too funny to be funny.

I think personal symbols are very important in comedy, like Chaplin ’s mustache, black walking stick, Buster Keaton ’s expressionless face and pork pie hat, all classics.

Your "make a movie" is good, the image is better than "eating noodles", bright and memorable. "

"You know Buster Keaton?" Chen Xiaoer was startled.

"Slightly heard." Xu Fei casually blew.

Buster Keaton, American master of comedy, is always a face without expression, dead fish eyes, deep dark circles. His film skills and artistic depth are stronger than Chaplin, but his popularity is far beyond.

Chaplin's film focuses on the bottom of the population, is more left-handed, has been persecuted by McCarthyists, and is very popular in China. Even in 1978, the first Hollywood movie released in China was "Modern Times."

Chen Xiaoer had studied drama theory, but he didn't start from a few paragraphs. When he heard about Buster Keaton, he immediately scored higher.

The two next to him were blinded and completely incomprehensible.

"To be honest, I have been thinking about this recently."

He touched his hair and said, "My appearance is really not on both sides, and it's particularly ugly to be sandwiched in the middle. I want to shave my head. I have been hesitating and can't be cruel."

"I don't think it's anxious, or you will try again after the filming. Everything comes out after a lot of hard work, not just overnight, not to mention art."

"Eh, this sentence is good!"

Chen Xiaoer was looking for wine at the table, and then gave up on his own. "I still have a play in the afternoon. I can't drink. I will take tea instead of wine."

Xu Fei didn't go immediately, but greeted the two of them: "Come here, it's all fate to meet today, tea instead of wine, tea instead of wine!"

Four ate for an hour, and it was just time for lunch break.

"Today I invite, no one grabs!"

"Eh, I asked me to please, and I said to Jinglin originally."

"It's useless to say yes, it's destiny if you come across, I come and I come."

Xu Fei pulled with Su Yuela and went out to grab the checkout.

Chen Xiaoer was also busy with his pockets, but did not lift up his **** for a long time, watching them go out. Zhang Jing Lin immediately despised, "Second brother, you can pull it!"

"Hey, hey!"

The goods smirked, and suddenly became very honest.

It's funny, not to mention that I just met with a big eyebrow and old-eyed old Maoer, and Ya never made a payment.

…………

"Everyone pay attention!"

"There is a power outage at 7 pm, and Minger will come at 6 am in the morning. Cook early and prepare candles. The shop has just entered a batch!"

In the afternoon, Xu Fei just rode back to the Baihua Hutong, and met a few aunts in the neighborhood committee wearing red cuffs, shaking their fans, and walking from house to house on hot days.

"Power outage again? Didn't it just stop a few days ago?" He followed the cart.

"How fresh, don't you know the power shortage?"

"Our transformer is aging, but it won't work, bear with it."

"Do you have candles in your family? If you don't buy them quickly, you will be sold out."

Fine!

Xu Fei also understands that, not to mention Hutong, even an important unit like Beijing No. 1 Machine Tool Plant cannot guarantee power supply. It needs about 5,000 kilowatts per year, but the electricity consumption index given by the state can only be 2,800 kilowatts.

There is really not that much productivity.

He turned a corner and bought a packet of candles before he went home.

As soon as I got to my door, I saw a person squatting outside and parked a bicycle next to it.

"Director Liu?"

I also know that Liu Di, director of the Department of Arts and Culture in Taili, went to the concert together.

"Xiao Xu? You are finally back ..."

Liu Di was about to grow a spider web, and rushed over a few steps, "I thought I had to wait until tomorrow!"

"I'm going to meet a friend, I don't know if you're here, hurry in and hurry in!"

Xu Fei didn't want to go. It was too troublesome to find someone this year. Going out is like missing.

He let people in, put iced watermelon, Liu Di swallowed in a bite, red flesh wrapped in black seeds, sweet and sandy, the whole person was alive.

"I asked your director, do you know you are at home now, don't you take a rest today? I came over to see it intentionally, but I didn't look at it yet ..."

Liu Di nibbled two pieces of watermelon and wiped his mouth. "I heard that the crew went to Jinmen. Why didn't you follow?"

"There are few plays over there. I will not affect if I follow or not."

"Right, I heard Teacher Xu's name on the stage, that's the second person under Lin Dao!"

"This can't be nonsense, it insulted me innocently."

Xu Fei stood up, filled with indignation.

"All right, no outsiders, no gestures."

Liu Di waved his hand, paused, and suddenly asked: "Hey, that concert was broadcast a while ago, did you watch it?"

"Always on the set, no time."

"Oh, the organizers specially thanked us a few days ago. We are still strange here. Later, when I was inquired, people sold 300,000 boxes of video tapes in the pedestal, and they also made tapes. The income was at least millions and thousands. Not sure. "

Liu Di glanced at him, seemingly inadvertently: "Alas, it's a pity that you didn't accept your opinion."

"Snoring! Snoring!"

Xu Fei's head was gnawing, and he was vigorous.

Hey!

Seeing that he did not continue, Liu Di was a little depressed, and simply said: "I have a business today, so I will just say it. I think your kid is a personal talent. Are you interested in coming to the Department of Arts?