Year 2002, Yuezhou Province, Mei 'an City, Dongfang Red Central Square.
It was November, and the northern region had already entered the rhythm of winter, but Mei 'an City was still in the heat. Most of the people on the streets were even wearing shorts.
Especially at noon, when the sun was high in the sky, making people feel hot and dry.
At this time, a yellow pickup truck stopped at the entrance of the square.
As the car window rolled down, Kang Ziqing stuck his head out of the driver's seat and shouted at the guard in the square.
"Hey, Tie (Teacher), film crew! Open the door … "
"What are you doing?" The guard who was listening to the radio said lazily, not moving the barricade at the entrance of the square.
"Tsk, f * ck you! Old Eight … "Kang Ziqing shouted at a young man in a singlet in the passenger seat." Hurry up, move the barricade! He's done it 800 times already, this son of a bitch is deliberately making things difficult for us! "
Bang …
The young man named Old Eight jumped out of the car and pulled the barricade aside. Kang Ziqing stepped on the accelerator and drove the car into the square.
"What the hell, the square is dangerous …" The guard rushed over angrily, wanting to stop them, but Old Eight had already thrown the barricade aside and ran away.
"Hmph!" Kang Ziqing glanced at the guard proudly, then parked the car deep in the square, next to a simple man-made studio.
"Old Kang, why are you so late?"
At this time, a bald worker walked out of the studio. This person was the stage manager of the film crew.
The stage manager was holding a fragrant roast goose in his hand. When he saw Kang Ziqing's car, he quickly walked over and said, "Don't waste time, the actors and director will be here soon. Hurry up and set up the frame and track. Also, set up the lights at the back!"
"F * ck … It's broad daylight, why set up the lights?" Kang Ziqing took advantage of the fact that the stage manager wasn't paying attention and snatched the goose leg from him. Then, he said with a big smile, "Okay, I'm not a rookie. I'll make sure you do a good job!"
As he spoke, he unceremoniously took a bite of the goose leg and deliberately spat out a few mouthfuls of saliva …
"You … humph …" The stage manager angrily swore a few Xijiang vulgarities and then left in a huff.
"Sir, sir …" Suddenly, a teenage boy appeared out of nowhere. The boy was holding a stack of flyers in his hands. He handed one of them to Kang Ziqing and said, "Mei 'an Troupe is performing Hanada Hachiki tonight. All of them are famous actors and actresses. The price is not expensive. Go and take a look!"
"Go go go! You can't even understand Cantonese, and you want to listen to a play?! "
Kang Ziqing pushed away the little boy's leaflet. Unexpectedly, the little boy smelled the aroma of the roasted goose leg and stared straight at it.
"Hmm?" Kang Ziqing was about to get angry when he saw this, but when he saw the little boy's shabby clothes and pitiful appearance, he still felt compassion for him. He immediately tore off a large piece of goose meat from the goose leg and handed it to the little boy.
"Oh … Thank you … Thank you uncle!" The little boy was overjoyed and quickly bowed to Kang Ziqing.
"Ha ha ha …" Kang Ziqing had a silly smile on his face, but his heart was stung by something because he thought of his son, and his silly smile froze.
The little boy took the goose meat and found that there was a lot of oil on the roasted goose meat, so he took out a leaflet and wrapped half of the goose meat so that he wouldn't have to eat the oil.
"Hey, you like to be clean …" Kang Ziqing reached out and asked, "Come, give me one too!"
"Okay!" The little boy couldn't ask for more. He smiled and handed Kang Ziqing a leaflet.
Kang Ziqing followed the little boy's example and wrapped the goose leg, then chewed the meat.
The little boy was amused by Kang Ziqing's appearance. After pausing for a few seconds, he wanted to turn around and leave, but he was stopped by Kang Ziqing again.
"Hey, little boy!" Kang Ziqing joked, "This thing is good for wrapping the goose leg. Give me a few more of it!"
As he spoke, he reached out and took half of the leaflet from the little boy.
His intention was obvious. In fact, he wanted to help the little boy reduce his burden so that he could finish his work sooner.
"That won't do. That won't do …" The little boy panicked. "Our boss will see it. If he sees it, I'll lose my salary!
"Besides, although we are giving out leaflets, we have to be honest, right? Here … "The little boy took back the leaflets in Kang Ziqing's hand and took out only one of them." I can only give you one more at most! "
After that, the little boy handed the leaflet to Kang Ziqing and showed off the goose leg in his hand. He then turned around and left happily.
Looking at the back of the little boy, Kang Ziqing's heart felt like it had been sprinkled with a bottle of mixed feelings. He thought of his wife and child in his hometown.
However, his wife had become his ex-wife, and his son was no longer willing to acknowledge him.
"Old Kang, what are you thinking about?"
Suddenly, a voice full of energy sounded from behind Kang Ziqing, giving him a fright.
Kang Ziqing quickly turned around. When he saw a man in a well-ironed shirt, trousers, and shiny leather shoes, he sighed heavily and said, "Oh, it's Director Li. You scared me! If I were to be scared by you, it would be considered a work injury! "
"Ha, ha, ha …" The man was the director of the film crew, Li Feifan. Li Feifan laughed and said, "Old Kang, you are really good at scamming people! Don't forget that you still owe me money! "
"Hmm …" Kang Ziqing's temper was instantly extinguished by this one sentence. In the past, he had indeed borrowed money from Li Feifan because he had lost money playing cards.
"Look at your cowardly face. With that little money, do you really think that I would force you to pay me back? Ha, ha, ha … "After Li Feifan laughed, he suddenly saw the leaflet in Kang Ziqing's hand. He immediately took it and said," Is this the Cantonese opera 'Hanada'? Mei 'an Opera Troupe … I heard that it is quite famous … "
"I don't know …" Kang Ziqing's mind was not there. He continued to eat the goose leg and did not speak.
Unexpectedly, when Li Feifan's eyes noticed the actress on the leaflet, he looked at it with interest. His eyes even emitted an unfathomable light.
As the light dispersed, Li Feifan's face showed an indescribable smile …
"Director Li, do you understand Cantonese?" Kang Ziqing finally noticed Li Feifan's abnormality and asked, "Do you really want to listen to Cantonese opera?"
"Ha, ha …" Li Feifan smiled mysteriously and said, "It is precisely because I don't understand that I can hear the charm! You don't understand, ha, ha, ha, ha … "
As he spoke, Li Feifan folded the leaflet neatly and put it in his shirt pocket.
"Mm …"
Kang Ziqing did not expect that a famous director would be interested in such a leaflet. Just as he was about to say something, there was a sudden bang in the distance. A scaffold was suddenly blown down by the wind.
"Sh * t …" Kang Ziqing saw this and quickly threw the unfinished goose leg into the car. Then, he quickly ran in the direction of the scaffold …
…
Late that night, Kang Ziqing finally finished his work for the day and returned to the car.
Half of the goose leg had become cold, but Kang Ziqing, who had already eaten dinner, still picked up the goose leg and ate it clean.
After he finished eating, he wanted to throw away the leaflet that was stained with oil. However, when he thought of the honest little boy, he followed Li Feifan's example and folded the leaflet. Then, he put it in his bag and treasured it …
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