Outside the small auditorium. Chen Qi was teaching Fu Mingxian to play a game. "Are you ready?" "Ready!" "Then I'll count... 123, wooden man!" He turned around and saw a line drawn on the ground about ten meters away. Fu Mingxian started from this line and walked forward lightly. When he gave the command, she stood still nervously. "You moved!" "I didn't!" "Then why are you shaking?" "I, I, I, the wind blew!"
Chen Qi didn't bother with the child and turned back to continue counting: "1~2~3~ wooden man!" This game has been around for a long time, and it is called differently in different places. When he played it in his previous life, it was called "red light, green light, stop". He deliberately let Fu Mingxian move several times but pretended not to see it. He waited until she got closer and closer, patted his back, and then ran back at the speed of light... her short legs held her back. Chen Qi took a few big steps and grabbed her. "You're cheating!" Fu Mingxian yelled, "You did it on purpose, you know I can't outrun you, let me go, let's play another round!" "There's no second chance in life, Xiao Ming!" "Who are you calling Xiao Ming?" "Then what should I call you, Xiao Xian?" "It's so ugly, I have a nickname..." Fu Mingxian rolled his eyes and said proudly, "But I won't tell you!" "Okay, Xiao Ming!" "Don't call me Xiao Ming!" "Got it, Xiao Ming!" "Hmph!" Chen Qi turned around and saw Jiang Shan carrying a schoolbag and walking towards the living area. She didn't even look at him, just a cold snort! "Shanshan, don't you have classes this afternoon?" "Yes!" "Have you eaten yet? I'll treat you to a meal?" "No need!"
"You can't go hungry." "Don't bother! Just mind your own business!" Jiang Shan glanced at Fu Mingxian, paying particular attention to her clothes. She usually thought she was quite fashionable, but compared to the ones who really came from Hong Kong, she looked so rustic. What little brother Chen, they are all pigs! Chen Qi was so disgusted that he could only shake his head. Women are really unreasonable. "Mom!" At this moment, several people came out of the small auditorium. Fu Mingxian ran over and complained: "He is so mean. He called me Xiao Ming!" "Puff!" Shi Hui couldn't help but touch her daughter's head: "I'm kidding you... Xiao Chen, just call her Zhizhi. Her nickname is Zhizhi." "Okay, Auntie! Have you finished talking?" "Well, I gained a lot today. It's almost time to go." Fu Qi came over and shook hands with him again, saying: "We will take Zhizhi to play in Beijing for a few days and then go back. We won't come to Beijing Film Studio to say goodbye. See you in Hong Kong next spring!" "You have to come again to show the movie to Mr. Liao." Chen Qi reminded. "Oh, yes, this is a fuss. I was just being sentimental!" Everyone laughed together. Beijing in winter was like spring. Fu Qi and Shi Hui waved their daughter, got in the car, and drove out of the gate of Beijing Film Studio. Wang Yang kept waving his hands until he could no longer see the taillights, and then he put them down, his face full of nostalgia. Chen Qi knew that the old man was not only nostalgic for the virtuous couple, but also for the passionate years. Not only the old man, but even he himself had a unique feeling, fighting with the sky is endless fun, fighting with people is endless fun! ……………… At this point, Gong Xue had "seen through" those TV dramas. Too slow! In other words, it's called striving for perfection. Chen Qi accompanied Yang Jie to see the actors several times. The candidates for Bao Zheng included Bao Guoan (Cao Cao), Li Po (Dong Zhuo), Feng Enhe (Stationmaster Wu), Tong Chao (Captain Lei in the wreath under the mountain), Lv Xiaohe, etc. Yang Jie had her own aesthetic needs. The face must be thick and big, the height must not be too short, the skin should be a little dark, the eyebrows should be thick, and there should be a sense of dignity and integrity. For Gongsun Ce, she actually tried Chen Daoming. Chen Daoming had just been assigned to the China TV Drama Production Center as an actor. He was 25 years old, gentle and fair-skinned. For Zhan Zhao, Chen Qi recommended Wang Qun. The iron triangle of the Taiwanese version of "Justice Bao" was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but he had nowhere to find it. It was almost enough. It was only six episodes. What else did he want? But Yang Jie was strict. She tried one after another, and finally decided on Wang Qun as the leading actor because he was really good at kung fu. Chen Qi also recommended Ge You, Xie Yuan, and Zhang Guangbei. The first two played minor roles, and Zhang Guangbei was lucky enough to get a supporting role, one of Wang Chao, Ma Han, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu. Brother Yunfei was grateful. He didn't expect that he would be able to film a play after meeting by chance. Zhu Lin didn't have a suitable one. She couldn't play the role of a willful princess or Qin Xianglian.
She plays the role of a queen, an empress, a mistress, an intellectual, or a scientist. Just poke at them. You can't imagine her crying and taking her two children to find Chen Shimei. Then there are endless meetings to discuss how to shoot this drama. Even if all the actors are selected, they have to be trained intensively, learn the etiquette system of the Song Dynasty, learn what Bao Zheng is like, and write biographies of characters. This is a routine in these days. So Gong Xue listened to Chen Qi's advice. She couldn't afford to waste time... No, she had to make effective choices. "Woo woo!" "Boom!" On a train to Shanghai, Gong Xue stared out the window in a daze, and the scenery flew by, just like her restless heart. As soon as Fu Qi and Shi Hui left, Yang Jie came up and said that she was going to the south to select actors. The only technical issues left in the later stage of "Tai Chi" were technical issues. Chen Qi had a few days free, so he agreed to accompany him. He mainly wanted to go to the crew of "Shaolin Temple" to see Li Lianjie's condition. "Tai Chi" was decided to be released in Hong Kong during the Spring Festival. The group would go to promote it and might not be at home for the New Year. Gong Xue took a few days off and went back to visit her parents first. So, Yang Jie, Wang Chongqiu, Chen Qi, and Gong Xue got on a train. And she was tangled in her heart. Should I invite him to my house or not? If I go, how to introduce him? What if my parents object? What if he is unhappy? The habitual internal friction came again. "Give me the rice bowl, I'll wash it!" "Let's go together, don't let you work alone!" Chen Qi bought a few bags of instant noodles at the Overseas Chinese Store and took them with him. The four of them ate it for the first time and their mouths were full of fragrance. These days, instant noodles are a light luxury food that ordinary people can't eat. Most of them are imported, and there are very few domestic ones. They are packed in paper bags, with 2 liang noodles in a bag, and cost 15 cents. You have to use noodle tickets to buy them. Chen Qi and Wang Chongqiu took four enamel pots to wash them. Yang Jie looked at Gong Xue opposite her and continued to persuade her: "Our drama will be finished soon. It will definitely be filmed next year. You are a natural candidate for Qin Xianglian. Why don't you consider it again?" It will definitely be filmed next year... Gong Xue pursed her lips and said: "Director Yang, I really can't spare the time. You see, I can't go home for the New Year, and I have to go back early." "Oh, what a pity, you are such a good candidate!" Yang Jie was extremely regretful and said: "The flood has caused a gap in the talent in the literary and artistic circles. They are either too old or too young, and there is no middle layer. If you don't play, Qin Xianglian's age will have to be reduced." "Why can't it be raised?" "Those old ones are not beautiful. I can't tolerate ugly heroines in my dramas. This is my pursuit of classical aesthetics." Yang Jie was decisive and smiled: "Chongqiu knew my habit a long time ago. He didn't know how to shoot before, but now he can shoot beauties." "You have a good relationship. How many years have you been married?" Gong Xue asked casually. "It's been 11 years, right? He was only 26, and I'm 40."
"Oh... how much did you say?" "I was divorced before, and my ex-husband worked at Beijing Film Academy. We got married again when I was 40, so we were 14 years apart." Yang Jie didn't care. "Huh?" Gong Xue blinked. (No more... Has anyone tried Jianshouqing? Is it really that delicious?)