these years

Du Yibing went to find food on his own, but Wang Lijun and Qiao Weidong did not have ID cards, so they could only move around within 50 meters of their residence to avoid being caught by the police and deported.So after preparing three meals for Yan Han every day, they had nothing to do but wandered around inside and outside the house.

One night, Qiu Yuanzheng took Du Yibing to spend the night with the crew, leaving only the three of them to eat at a table.This day, Yan Han seemed to want to carry out the weirdness to the end, and he kept picking and choosing the food. One was not tasty enough and the other was too strong. In the end, he put down his chopsticks, stopped talking, and leaned back in the chair pretending to be weak, saying: "Oh, this food is delicious. Every day is not as good as every day, what kind of script to write, it’s boring.”.

They were sent under the fence, and what they did was to serve others. Qiao Weidong understood the reason, and seeing Wang Lijun's anger growing, he hurriedly got up and said, "I'll go to the door and get you a bowl of porridge."

After finishing speaking, Qiao Weidong went out, followed by Wang Lijun, complaining: "The script, the script, I put the script in your mouth."

Qiao Weidong said: "It's not that you don't know him, he's all kinds[1], don't get angry with him, I'll go buy a bowl of porridge at the door."

Wang Lijun said: "Go—" Seeing Qiao Weidong sprinting towards the porridge shop at the alley, he asked loudly: "—Do you have money?"

Qiao Weidong walked to the porridge shop in two or three steps, ordered the porridge and gave him money. While he was standing in the hall waiting for the porridge to come out of the pot, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

He turned his head halfway and said, "You—" Before you could say hello, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the shoulder-patters were a pair of Hong Kong policemen in green clothes. One of them was holding a baton, the other was holding a pen and paper. , Without looking up, he said, "Hello, take out your ID card and take a look."

Qiao Weidong's heart turned cold, but in the blink of an eye, he thought of a way.

He turned his tongue back and abruptly twisted the Chinese into Russian, "Zi La Si Wei Jie", which means you.

At the same time he turned completely, showing his features to the patrolman.

The patrolman who wrote the pen was confused, so he raised his eyes from the paper, and saw a foreign youth with black curly hair and dark eyes, speaking a language he could not understand, whether it was German or French.

The patrolman who wrote the pen whispered to another, trying to ask in English: "Sir, please show your ID card."

Qiao Weidong's smile bloomed like a flower, and he quickly said another sentence, "Silk, plug it[2]!"

The police were stunned, and the two sides couldn't connect to the channel at all, but judging from the young man's description of being decent, he just went out to buy porridge in the middle of the night, so it should have nothing to do with the dangerous elements running around.

At this time, several motorcycles passed by outside the store, and the patrolman's attention was attracted. He waved generously at Qiao Weidong, and stopped the motorcycle with his companions to check.

Qiao Weidong watched the patrolman leave, waved goodbye quickly, and at the same time nodded and bowed a few words: "Screw it! Silk it!"

It wasn't until the patrolman ran away that he realized that he was so frightened that his whole body went limp. He knew only a few words of his hometown dialect.

Qiao Weidong ran all the way back to the house with the hot porridge, and told Wang Lijun about the experience by the way.

After listening, Wang Lijun said, "I've come here. If you can't speak Cantonese here, it's a disadvantage. If you are questioned by the police, you will reveal your secrets. Listen to what you mean. They also speak English, so let's learn Cantonese first. Make up your English—how is your English?"

Qiao Weidong was dumbfounded: "This really stumped me. With my English level, I knew that coming was Kang and going was enough. I nodded and choked to death and shook my head—"

Wang Lijun said: "Stop, stop, I think you are too bad, you shouldn't expect a junior high school graduate."

The next day, Wang Lijun bought a copy of "A Quick Guide to Cantonese", and they studied it day and night.After discussing and learning with the local Jialifei, and after a series of basic knowledge of Cantonese such as the monkey is good and the thunder is you, Wang Lijun can finally speak Cantonese that is not salty or bland.

It was the beginning of [-], the tenth year of reform and opening up, the rich first led to the later rich, and the whole world was progressing.Du Yibing found a serious job in the crew, Yan Han’s new script is about to be completed, Wang Lijun’s language learning plan is on schedule, only Qiao Weidong is still standing still, his Cantonese pronunciation has been staying at the level of a three-year-old deaf-mute child in Hong Kong for a long time, and he can’t keep up with the progress .

One morning, someone came to Qiu Yuanzheng and asked him to arrange for someone to deliver fake watermelon knives to the crew. Unexpectedly, Qiu Yuanzheng was still on the crew and there was no one to call. When he was at a loss, Yan Han waved his hand and ordered Wang Lijun The two hurriedly sent the knife.

Qiao Weidong said: "This is not acceptable. Last time I was almost checked."

Yan Han said: "Last time it was too late. The police were afraid that you would endanger social security at night. Now in broad daylight, as long as you don't sneak around, no one will investigate. People are waiting there. Hurry up."

Wang Lijun was well aware of his temper, so he pushed Qiao Weidong, telling him not to hesitate, and the two of them should go back quickly.

So each of them picked up the baskets and walked quickly on the street of Jialifei.They had to go from one end of the street to the other, and they passed countless miscellaneous crews, all of whom were doing shoddy plays. Even if they let laymen watch it, they would know that the box office would definitely fail.

It was a sunny day, the sun was dazzling, and people on the street were walking with their eyes squinted.Qiao Weidong set up a pergola, looked at the production crews busy under the scorching sun, and couldn't help but wonder: "Is there anyone watching this kind of rubbish?"

Wang Lijun said: "How can we know the internal affairs of the industry? In short, it must be useful to shoot. As for what it is, we can't figure it out."

Qiao Weidong nodded to show his respect for his brother Lijun.

Suddenly, someone behind him called "Liang Zai", but no one responded, and he called again and again. No one on the street turned his head, only Qiao Weidong turned around. He wanted to see whose family's boy was so beautiful - he saw a man in green on the other side of the street. , holding a pen and paper in his hand, he was waving at Qiao Weidong. Qiao Weidong took a closer look. In fact, the man was not gesturing to him, but was looking at Wang Lijun who was hurriedly walking ahead.

Qiao Weidong's heart sank. He grabbed the basket tightly and shouted, "Brother, policeman, run!"

Wang Lijun was taken aback. Before he could react, Qiao Weidong had jumped in front of him, and the two quickly changed hands, picking up the baskets and running away.

Seeing that they were about to run across the street, the man in green yelled even louder, and even crossed the road forcibly. He must cross the street to catch them. In a group, Wang Lijun and the two just took advantage of the chaos and slipped forward.

They walked through countless shops until they came to a theater. Outside the building, a large poster of "Beautiful Couples" was printed. Christian and Mimi snuggled up in the poster.

They stopped under the poster, and Wang Lijun lifted the hem of his clothes to wipe off the sweat on his forehead. He was panting, "Did the police get rid of it?"

Qiao Weidong turned around and looked behind him, but he didn't find the policeman, so he felt a little relieved.

But when he turned his head and saw the man in green standing behind Wang Lijun, he also supported his knees and gasped for breath, while instructing another person to pick up the rope, as if Wang Lijun was about to be arrested soon.

Before Qiao Weidong could react, the person holding the rope came up to Wang Lijun, stabbed him in the back with his elbow, forced him to stand up straight, then pulled the rope away, and measured the length of Wang Lijun from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet - Qiao Weidong Confused, let alone Wang Lijun himself.

After measuring, the person holding the rope stood up suddenly, with a happy face: "3 inches[[-]], that's good!"

The man in green also looked happy: "Zhong wants to measure his waist—"

The person holding the rope quickly lifted the hem of Wang Lijun's clothes and used the rope to wrap around his waist.Over the past few days, Wang Lijun has been mentally oppressed by Yan Han, and he can't eat his own food. He has to survive in the cracks, making it difficult to eat, and he is so thin that he is abnormally thin.

The person holding the rope will be happier if the waist is measured: "Twenty-seven inches[4]! You have a good idea[5]!"

The man in green clapped his palms and sighed. He was about to grab Wang Lijun's wrist, but Qiao Weidong quickly stopped him, and Wang Lijun also pulled his hand away, asking quickly, "Hey, what are you doing?"

The man in green came to his senses and finally remembered to introduce himself. He spoke Cantonese, and Wang Lijun only understood 1.8% of it.The general idea is that their crew is shooting a costume film, but the stand-in for the female lead was injured in the last martial arts scene and can no longer be filmed. However, the incident happened suddenly, and the martial arts side failed to dispatch, and no martial artist could be found to replace it.During this period of time when they could only film literary dramas temporarily, they came to Carrie Coffee Street to find a substitute.But because the lead actress's figure is too rare, after converting the length unit, she is [-] meters tall, but her waist circumference is only one foot nine.With a figure like chopsticks, it was really hard to find a woman who resembled her, so I had to find a man to replace her. Unfortunately, the idlers on the street were either short or fat.They had already given up hope, but when they were resting on the street, they found another chopstick, which was the same height, the same thickness, and the same handsome appearance, everything was just right.

Wang Lijun was in a dilemma: "It's not that I don't want to be a martial artist, to be honest, I don't have an identity card—"

The man in green didn't give up lightly: "Make a false certificate!"

Wang Lijun added: "We are sending knives to other crews—"

As soon as the words were finished, a group of Jialifei dressed up as young and Dangerous boys flocked in, and the leader asked loudly why the precious sword was sent only now. They quickly divided up the basket of knives, leaving a basket on the ground.

Wang Lijun stared at the ground, in the shadow cast by the huge poster, the baskets were spinning continuously.He hesitated, his thoughts followed the rotation of the basket, the basket turned and turned, the speed gradually slowed down, and finally stopped.

So, he finally said.

"It's OK to be a martial artist, but I need to bring my brothers, two people, two certificates."

Notes:

[1] Various colors: Beijing dialect, describing people who have a strange temper and are not easy to get along with.

[2] Siba plug it: Russian, thank you.

[3] 180 inches: about [-]cm.

[4] 27 inches: about 70cm, slightly thicker than one chi nine.

[5] Youdejian: In Mandarin, it probably means "you get a head".