Gong Xue looked at the winter sky in Beijing and recalled the not-so-distant afternoon when she and Chen Qi were watching the smog in Los Angeles a few months ago. She had just returned from filming "Under the Bridge" and was sitting in a Hiace van with four Dongchang fans, and the driver was also a fan. There are eight people in the security department, and five of them are surrounding her, which shows her favor. "Sister Xue, are you going back to Lechunfang or to Beijing Film Studio?" the driver asked. "Go to Beijing Film Studio first, I have to check in." "Then you have to be careful. The Beijing Film Studio is going crazy right now. It will break your doorstep in a minute if you come back." "Is it because of the house?" asked a fan. "Otherwise? You haven't seen that those old comrades are all in their seventies or eighty, and they usually struggle to breathe. Those who have the fighting ability to grab the house can go to the front line of Laoshan." "There are more people than meat! Seven or eight people are crowded together. , I can really fight for the house.” "Who says it's not the case? Those new employees at Beijing Film Studio don't get dormitories. They sleep in offices at night, and even the office land has to be robbed." "So it's better for us!" Gong Xue didn't know who she learned it from, so she started PUA and said with a smile: "Two people share a dormitory. If you get married, you can share a room separately. You don't have to fight for it. You won't be satisfied with the house. There are not many units in the country like this. You guys Come to a good place. Xiao Chen is usually busy in Hong Kong, but he is thinking about everyone in his heart and has tried his best to obtain treatment for us. The last time I wrote to me, I asked how you were doing. I said that you all are great. Thanks to you, I can safely film in Shanghai. " "Oh, we are all embarrassed by what you said, as we should be!" "You and Teacher Chen have nothing to say to us!" "That is, what we are asked to do must be absolutely unambiguous!"
While talking, the van drove into the Beijing Film Studio. Gong Xue specifically looked to the west side of the gate. Two buildings rose from the ground, making people drool like two big chicken legs. As usual, many people gathered around and the sound was very loud. , I don’t know what I’m doing. Walking further inside, a clever employee guessed that maybe she was back and hurriedly chased the car. Stopped downstairs of the main building. Seeing this, Gong Xue immediately said: "Four of you, come down with me. Don't push them or yell at them. I'll go up and report and I'll be back in a few minutes." The door opened with a bang. As soon as one of her feet landed, several employees rushed out, enthusiastic as if they had found their long-lost grandma: "Xiao Gong is back? You must have just come back from Shanghai. This long journey is quite tiring!" "Oh, you've become even more beautiful after I haven't seen you in a few months!" "Xiao Gong, I am the assistant director of a group. We are not usually close, but I really like your plays. I haven't told you anything. If you have any questions, just come to me!" They are all old comrades. It's a colleague from the work unit. Gong Xue smiled and said, "Teachers, I just came back and I have to report to the leader. We'll talk another day. I'll go upstairs first!" She ran away. The four people from the security department had gained experience in Shanghai. Two people blocked them inadvertently, and two people followed. Gong Xue hurriedly ran upstairs with her head buried, and knocked on Wang Yang's door first, but the old man was not there. Knocked on the deputy director's door again. "Ouch!" The deputy director was also startled: "Xiao Gong, I thought you were making trouble with me again. When did you come back?" "I just got off the plane and wanted to check in with you. Where is the old director?" "Hospitalized!" "? ??" "The main thing is to hide quietly and leave me here to suffer." "Under the Bridge" is a film produced by the Shanghai Film Studio. Gong Xue finished filming and had to go through the procedures when she came back. She wrote a few sentences on a piece of paper, and the deputy director stamped it and said, "Are you going back to the dormitory?" "No, I've finished moving everything." "Then the factory will take it back. You'd better not show up in the factory during this period, otherwise it will be even more fun." "Which hospital is the old factory director in?" "He's fine, don't worry about him, just leave before anyone notices!" Acting like an underground gang member, Gong Xue listened to the advice, slipped out quietly, and hurried downstairs. Those old comrades were waiting all the time. The most amazing thing was that the assistant director might have returned home temporarily and had a few extra things in his hand. One bag looked like snacks, one bag looked like tea leaves, and something else. .
He rushed over immediately, blocking several people behind, and said like a barrage of words: "Xiao Gong, I was not in the factory when you got married, and I didn't even go to the wedding. It's so inappropriate. I have been I want to make up for it, and finally wait for you to come back. This thing is not valuable, so take it if you don't mind." "No, no, how can this be done? Take it back!" "I'll definitely accept it, I'll keep it, I'll keep visiting you from now on!" "No, take it back!" Gong Xue pushed back and winked. A fan squeezed in the middle to separate the man. Gong Xue took the opportunity to get out of the way and quickly got into the car. He pulled his hand behind and slammed the door shut. "Walk!" The driver didn't hesitate, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and ran out of the compound in the blink of an eye, leaving only the fanzi and a few old comrades looking at each other. The proprietresses had all left, and there was no point in pestering a person from the security department. The assistant director let go and snorted: "Didn't he just win a few awards? He also used bodyguards. He is full of capitalist habits and is out of touch with the masses. Isn’t it ridiculous to put old comrades in your eyes?” And as soon as he said it, he knew it was broken! Sure enough, the other employees' eyes were bright: "Hahaha, if you say bad things about Xiao Gong, I'll tell her to go!" "Xiao Gong has achieved so much, what's wrong with using bodyguards? The public security is so chaotic now, even ten or eight bodyguards are not too many!" "It's just that gossiping behind your back is embarrassing!" "I'm not, I'm not, oops!" The assistant director slapped himself in the face, extremely annoyed. If he didn't say bad things, he might not have a house, but if he did, he would definitely not have a house. And the security staff member said something bad, there was nothing he could do, so he had to go back to Lechunfang. Gong Xue felt that this world was both absurd and normal. That guy came with a few bags of things to get close to her, just to ask for a house, just like your relative came with two boxes of milk and a big Want Want gift bag, asking you to find a job in a state-owned enterprise with a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan for his child. However, that little thing might be the best that the assistant director could come up with. Gong Xue looked at this matter from a very detached perspective, not high-handed, nor pitying and sympathetic. She just wondered if she could earn a house by herself without Chen Qi? The conclusion was that it was almost possible. The van drove to Lechunfang. The door was open to welcome the mistress home, and Dai Hanhan also set off a string of 50-shot small firecrackers, which were finished with a crackle, faster than Teacher Chen. Gong Xue also felt at ease when she returned here, which was more at ease than her parents' home to some extent. She chatted with everyone for a while and went to the backyard first, which had been cleaned up. They got married in June, and then went to the United States. After returning, one went to Hong Kong and the other went to Shanghai. They didn't live in this so-called new house for a few days. Even the big red wedding character was hanging on the old crooked tree looking at her. In the blink of an eye, it was night. She wanted to take a bath in the bathhouse of the Beijing Film Studio, but she couldn't take a bath in that scene. She had to light the stove, boil water and wipe herself, and then get into the warm bed, feeling empty, lonely and cold. "When will you come back?" "It's almost the end of the year!" It was still early, and she couldn't sleep. She watched TV for a while, and then turned on a small semiconductor radio. The Central People's Broadcasting Station was playing the most popular cultural and artistic programs. Gong Xue lay on the bed, listening to it intermittently, and suddenly heard a new song. "Huh?"