"Dudu!" The loud horn drove away the pedestrians, and a blue and white Hangzhou-made bus slowly pulled into the station. As soon as the car door opened, He Qing jumped out lightly, held up a small flower umbrella, and found a guest house affiliated with the provincial cultural department. She is 17 years old this year, about 165cm tall, and has excellent facial features, but she is too plump with baby fat and has a chubby face. She does not have the feeling of being a powerful figure in ancient costumes, and is more like a girl next door. "Hello, comrade, I'm looking for Mr. Chen from 331. I was here a few days ago." "He's not here. I think he went out this morning." "Then when can you come back?" "How do I know? If you want to wait, wait at the door, not in the lobby." He Qing came out depressed, holding an oil paper bag in his hand. He had no choice but to wait. Last year, Chen Qi and Yang Jie went to the south for casting and met He Qing. They had nothing to talk about at the time, and she thought it was all over. Unexpectedly, the screenwriter Chen came again and transformed into Mr. Chen, saying that there was a small role that he wanted her to play. Her hometown is Quzhou, and she is now studying at the Zhejiang Kun Opera Troupe. Of course she agreed. It was to make a movie, or "Tai Chi 2"!
As for the role, it is said that it is a saintly aunt or a fairy who is illuminated by a red light. Also selected is a little sister from the Yue Opera Troupe named Tao Huimin, but she is in the Yue Opera Troupe in Ruian, Wenzhou, so it is quite troublesome to come. Haven't met yet. "..." He Qing held an umbrella and squatted at the door, waiting while watching the rain wash away an ant nest. ………… Early summer. The lotus has not yet bloomed, but what you can see is the continuous green lotus leaves, the lightly painted West Lake, and the rain lingering with the atmosphere of the old times, dyeing this Jiangnan painting. At the end of the scroll is a young girl wearing a floral skirt and holding an umbrella in a daze by the lake. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she suddenly stamped her feet and turned away angrily. As her beautiful shadow flitted by the lake, the whole picture came to life. The 1980s were the most primitive tourism, shabby, authentic, and with few restrictions. Like Feilai Peak in Lingyin Temple, those Buddha statues can be climbed casually without anyone caring about them - just like swimming in Longtan in Lushan Mountain. It's just that most people don't even have enough food and clothing. Except for a few people, they don't have time to play. "Ah ah ah... ah ah ah ah ah... ah ah ah... the beautiful scenery of the West Lake in March, the spring rain is like wine, and the willows are like smoke..." On the broken bridge, Chen Qi sang with a broken gong voice, completely ignoring the poetic meaning, and then sighed: "Throughout the ages, West Lake has left many beautiful legends, and many sad love stories have happened here. ?” He turned around, faced Ji Chunhua's ugly face, and turned away as if he hadn't seen anything. "Xiao Ji, why do you think it's you right now? I'm so full of feelings that I can't even express them." "Hey, I don't think it's appropriate for me to stand here either." "You know it's inappropriate but you still follow me so closely. Don't come closer than three meters to me!" Ji Chunhua retreated obediently, still with a silly smile on his face: "Brother Qi, what did you sing just now? It sounded so good!" "Have you heard of the episode of a TV series that is still in my belly, the story of Xu Xian White Snake?" "I'm from Zhejiang, of course I've heard of it... Brother Qi, do you want to write "The Legend of White Snake"?" Ji Chunhua was excited. "I'll write about it in the future, okay, let's go back!"
"The Legend of White Snake" was filmed in 1992. At that time, Zhao was 39 years old. Although she was still beautiful in the drama, she was too mature and not delicate enough. She was okay as White Snake, but she was a bit too young to play Hu Meiniang. In 1987, Taiwan allowed veterans to return home to visit relatives, and cross-strait relations eased, resulting in an increasing number of film and television exchanges between the mainland and Hong Kong. It would be better if "The Legend of White Snake" could be filmed a few years in advance, produced by oneself, and add to the resume. Naturally, he couldn't tell Ji Chunhua these words. Chen Qi shook his head, sighed, and wandered back to the guest house. Before I even reached the door, I saw a small flower umbrella spinning there. The owner of the flower umbrella raised his head, smiled and his eyes turned into crescent moons, and called out in the delicate voice of a Jiangnan woman: "Mr. Chen! Brother Chunhua!" "Xiao He, why are you here again? Are you here to eat?" Ji Chunhua's eyes lit up and he ran over with a look of worthless virtue. "In your eyes, I just want to eat, right? My parents came to see me yesterday and brought something. I thought about bringing it to you to try." He Qing picked up the oil paper bag in his hand and said with a smile: "Hey, these are our Quzhou specialties, sesame cakes and duck feet." "Oh, thank you so much! Thank you so much! It's still raining. If you're not in a hurry..." Ji Chunhua's family was poor and he was in the martial arts team. He hadn't seen a beautiful girl in years. It was normal for him to behave like this, but he didn't dare to make the decision. He looked at the boss and Chen Qi said indifferently: "Let's eat together when we come." "Yeah, thank you, Mr. Chen!" He Qing smiled. She didn't come here specifically to have a meal, but it was good to have a meal. The food standard in this guest house was high. … These days guest houses are not for casual stays. Generally, people from the same family live in the same family. Chen Qi belongs to Wenhuakou and can live in the guest house of Wenhuakou. According to his rank, he is a deputy cadre and his salary is high. The conditions in the performing arts troupe are not very good. He Qing can't usually eat good food, so he comes here to satisfy his craving. He can eat a piece of meat with every bite. Ji Chunhua was like a licking dog, taking good care of her. Chen Qi didn't look at it and chatted casually: "Xiao He, have you rehearsed the show in the group?" "Pass it!" "Have you ever been the protagonist?" "No, I was an alternate actor." "It's just that my professional level is not good enough, so I'm a substitute?" "That's the provincial Kunqu Opera Troupe, they are all, chuckle... they are all respected seniors, I'm only 17 years old, how can it be my turn?" He Qing swallowed a piece of meat and wiped his mouth. "In a folk art troupe like yours, if you can't be the protagonist, do you have to waste time in the troupe?" "What else can I do? The folk art troupe is pretty good, with food and accommodation, salary, and performance opportunities. It's fate that you can't be the protagonist, and you can't blame anyone for your own lack of ability... But don't worry, if you ask me to make a movie, I will definitely perform well!" He Qing patted his chest and ate happily again. He didn't feel awkward in front of this man he had only met three times. This liveliness and cheerfulness are the most outstanding among all the women Chen Qi has ever seen, Cai Ming doesn't count, Cai Ming is called alternative. He chatted for a few sentences and didn't want to talk anymore. He Qing is just a little fat girl now, nothing to see. She won't reach the peak of her beauty until she's 27 years old, and her blooming period is super long. She's still beautiful at 40.
At this moment, he can only recommend her to the TV series "Dream of Red Mansions" to complete the four great classics and achieve success. She played Lianlian in Journey to the West, Xiao Qiao in Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Li Shishi in Water Margin, and Qin Keqing in the movie version of Dream of Red Mansions. This movie version always has a bit of a filler meaning... The oil paper bag has been opened, and he picked up a piece of duck feet to taste. This is a fragrant and spicy cold dish. Quzhou is one of the few places in Zhejiang that eat spicy food, and it tastes pretty good. As he ate, he suddenly remembered another celebrity in Quzhou, Zhou Shuren Xun. Only 7 years old now, right? Da Meiyuan is only 2 years old, Fan Xiaopang will be born in 4 months, and Liu Tianxian will be born in 6 years... "Alas, there is a generation gap." Chen Qi chewed the duck's feet and sighed inexplicably. Let's consider my sister Xue first.