Lao Zhang's original daughter was Zhang Mo. She was born on March 31, 1983, which was the last day at the end of the month, so she was called Zhang Mo.

Now the trajectory has changed. This little girl was born in 1984 and her name is Zhang Ting. She is not very beautiful or ugly, she is just ordinary.

"Tingting! Come back quickly, what does it look like?"

Old Zhang hurried over to grab his daughter and patted her a few times. The little girl laughed and didn't care at all, and she was also a wise man.

Chen Qi smiled and said, "Why are you still taking the children? You are pestering you too?"

"No, Director Li said he was short of a child and asked Tingting to go there, wouldn't you take him with you?"

"I don't know. Zhuangzhuang pestered us and refused to go out early in the morning, so I brought him over."

"Then it happened to be in the mirror, and it's all here."

"Let's talk about it! Let's see if he is good."

Chen Qi did not object to Zhuangzhuang's guest appearance. He is young now. If he is older, he can still play Jiang Xiaowen. Then he chats with Jiang:

"Allen, what new poems have you learned recently?"

"Forty years, the country and the country have been 3,000 miles away from the mountains and rivers. Once they become officials, they will be lost. The most important thing is that they will die in a hurry. The church still plays a song of farewell, and shed tears to the palace maids."

That's it.

"The Founding Ceremony" was prepared last year and started filming this year. It was sufficient funds and did not make it rush. Li Gankuan had never fought such a wealthy battle. The filming was simmered on a low heat and was delicious. It is expected to be completed at the beginning of next year and will definitely catch up with the National Day.

There are two scenes in this scene:

One is when the chairman visits the night market and walks through a street; the other is when the chairman enters a restaurant to eat mutton steamed buns and does not bring any money.

Take a photo first and then take a scene, and the scenery is displayed in the shed.

Several people walked over there and met many employees of Beijing Film Studio along the way. They met Chen Qi, who had been missing for a long time, and they were extremely enthusiastic: "Oh! Comrade Chen Qi, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you busy with your noble people? Don't you say you come to the factory to meet old friends?"

"Your building is so magnificent! I want to work inside."

"Did you meet Director Song? I tell you that this person is unreliable. I heard that he is contacting a foreign company and wants to rent Rongning Mansion out."

"We are missing a backbone now!"

It’s all right: Your special mother quickly rushed to the north, drove away the factory director, and seized the bird’s seat! Our whole factory placed an order to eat pots of slurry, looking forward to it!

Historically, Beijing Film Studio has had a hard time at this stage, but everyone has to endure because there is no other way out. Everything is afraid of comparison. Now that there is an Oriental Company standing, everyone is in a state of mind and wants to revolt.

When I arrived at the studio, I was already busy.

It is arranged in the form of a restaurant, with several sets of old wooden tables and chairs, counters and several large wine jars, wooden windows, and half a fake staircase. A piece of red paper is pasted on the mottled walls, and traditional Chinese characters are written in brush:

"Welcome to the People's Liberation Army to Beiping!"

The extras are also experienced veteran actors.

The rickshaw driver in a short jacket and a vest, the cultural person in a lab coat and glasses, the young citizen in patched clothes, the guy in a towel and a small white hat on his shoulders - in short, one of the eyes swept over, the identities of each character are clear and not confused at all.

"Director Li!"

"Why!"

Li Gankuan came over, first saw Zhang Ting, then glanced at Zhuangzhuang, and smiled and said, "What? Zhuangzhuang is also here to make a guest appearance?"

"He is making a fuss at home, I'll bring him to play, let's take a look first."

Chen Qi touched his son's head and said, "Do you like this?"

"Yeah, I like it!"

Zhuang Zhuang pretended to behave outside and was extremely well-behaved.

"Comrade Chen Qi is here?"

At this moment, a man spoke behind his back, and Chen Qi turned around and felt a moment of silence: it was Gu Yue who had just finished makeup, wearing a blue-gray Zhongshan suit, an octagonal hat, cloth shoes, and a friendly and gentle smile—

"Comrade Gu Yue! Long time no see."

"It's been a long time since I met you at the Bayi Factory last time."

"Your Hunan accent is getting better and better."

Gu Yue was a little immature in the early stage. This stage is the most similar. He has studied every word and action. He often jokes with people, so he speaks Hunan dialect at this moment:

"Comrade Chen Qi!"

"You have done a good job in the past few years! We must continue to work hard and build the cultural front so that people all over the world can see our movies!"

Everyone laughed.

Chen Qi laughed, but didn't say anything.

The scenery is particularly exquisite.

In addition to selling soap buns, the restaurant also sells wine and side dishes.

So the counter is full of large wine jars, and there is a wooden shelf behind the shopkeeper, with an old-fashioned small wine pot with a tall and thin neck. Why is it made like this? This is specially made for warming wine and placed in a matching wine warmer.

In the past, people actually paid great attention to it.

Drink rice wine and boil it. You can also boil it when you drink white wine.

There is also a large wooden window separated from the guests, and the stove is inside the window. The master invited to make it on the spot, steaming hot, and after serving a bowl of steamed buns, the guy picked it up and shouted.

There are side dishes, peanuts, eggs, and so on on the table of guests.

Miss Zhang Ting also put on makeup and put on a short jacket. She thought she was going to photograph herself, but she just waited and asked, "Dad! When will I photograph me?"

"When the filming is finished, you will be there."

"What did I do to prepare so early?"

When Zhang Yi heard this, he also began to educate: "Because filming is a very rigorous job and there are many changes, no one is sure when the filming will be completed. If the temporary preparation is likely to be too late, it must be in advance. This is called waiting.

Every actor has to wait. Your aunt Gong Xue once waited for eight hours. What are you?"

Zhang Ting may not be able to understand, but she dare not complain anymore.

The scene was ready. The original ordinary set, with a flash of lights, seemed to travel through time and space to return to the city of Peking for decades, and even the air seemed to be floating with old shadows of the Republic of China.

Chen Qi and his family stood outside.

He hugged Zhuang Zhuang, Zhuang Zhuang Da’s eyes were staring at him. Gong Xue never brought him into the group. He first saw the light and shadow art of movies, and he began to carry out a path of contracting 85 flowers, 90 flowers, and 00 flowers.

"Prepare! Prepare!"

"start!"

With the order of Li Gankuan, it seemed that the time machine was activated, and the freeze-framed picture became vivid. These extras were all from Beijing.

There are several old actors who even hired from the People's Art Theater, all chewing authentic Beijing dialect, and they want this taste.

"When I looked at Mao Zedong's face, he was a rich man!"

"Just you? Can you still show him your photos?"

"Hi! I'll look at the photos!"

"Have you opened your mouth?"

"I'm so happy, it's better than Xiao Bai Yushuang's singing."

"Oh, I'll tell you, there's Ma Sanli's crosstalk in the conversation tonight."

"Ma Sanli's crosstalk is good, but you have to listen to Boss Ma, Boss Tan's - Boss Ma's smell is so authentic!"

The shopkeeper stood behind the counter to settle the score. The guys were busy, and the diners were full. A few of them were playing together, drinking wine and eating steamed buns, wearing short jackets, lab coats, enjoying opera, teasing birds, teaching, and pulling carts, chatting around the world,

Finally, they gathered together.

"Now, we are not so humble in pulling the cart! That day I walked to Xisi Pailou, and when I turned around, I stretched out my hand. A soldier happened to stand on the side of the road, and saluted me!"

"What's going on?"

"He thought I was greeting him!"

"Hahaha!"

The diners were cheerful, sitting among them alone and listening with a smile.
Chapter completed!