In 2002, Dongfanghong Central Square, Mei'an City, Guangdong Province.
It was already November, and the northern land had already entered the rhythm of freezing weather, but Mei'an City was still in the heat, and most of the pedestrians on the street were still wearing shorts and shorts.
Especially at ten o'clock at noon, the sun is shining brightly and it is very hot.
At this time, a yellow pickup truck stopped at the entrance of the square.
As the window rolled down, Kang Ziqing poked his head out of the cockpit and shouted to the gatekeeper of the square:
"Hey, Master Tie, you're a movie maker! Open the door..."
"What are you doing?" The guard who was listening to the electronic box looked lazy and did not move the barricade at the entrance of the square.
"Tch, I'll beat your lungs out! Old man..." Kang Ziqing shouted at a young man wearing a strapless vest in the passenger seat, "Hurry up, move the roadblock away! You've been here 800 times. Come on, this little bitch is deliberately trying to make things difficult for us!"
Bang…
The young man named Lao Ba jumped out of the car and pulled the roadblock aside angrily. Kang Ziqing stepped on the accelerator and drove the car into the square.
"What the hell, the square is full of people..." The doorman rushed over angrily and tried to stop him, but Lao Ba had already thrown the roadblock aside and ran away far away.
"Hmph!" Kang Ziqing glanced at the security guard proudly, and then parked the car deep in the square, next to a simple artificially built studio.
"Old Kang, why did you come here?"
At this time, a staff member with few hairs on his head walked out of the studio. This person was the stage manager of the crew.
The stage manager was holding a fragrant roast goose in his hand. As soon as he saw Kang Ziqing's car, he hurried forward and said, "Don't waste your time. The actor and director will be here soon. Hurry up and get it." The shelves and tracks have to be put up, and the lights at the back have to be installed!”
"Fuck...it's broad daylight, what kind of lights are you installing?" Kang Ziqing took advantage of the stage manager's attention and reached out to snatch his goose leg, and then said with a smile on his face, "Okay, I'm not a novice, that's all. I’ll make sure I do the dirty work for you!”
As he spoke, he unceremoniously took a bite on the goose's leg and deliberately squirted a few times...
"You... hum..." The stage manager cursed Xijiang a few curse words angrily, and then left angrily.
"Sir, sir..." Suddenly, a teenage boy ran out of nowhere. He held a stack of flyers in his hand, handed one of them to Kang Ziqing, and said, "The Mei'an Troupe will perform tonight. "Flower Field Baxi" is full of famous actors and the price is not expensive, go check it out!"
"Go, go, go! I can't even understand Cantonese, but I'm still listening to an opera!"
Kang Ziqing pushed the little boy's flyer away. Unexpectedly, the little boy smelled the aroma of roasted goose legs and his eyes widened.
"Huh?" Kang Ziqing wanted to be angry when he saw this, but when he saw the little boy's shabby clothes and pitiful appearance, he still felt compassion. 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 so happy that he quickly bowed to Kang Ziqing.
"Hehehe..." Kang Ziqing had a silly smile on his face, but something stung him in his heart because of the thought of his son, and his silly smile solidified.
The little boy took the goose and found that there was a lot of oil on the roasted goose. He took out a leaflet and wrapped half of the goose so that he wouldn't eat all the oil.
"Hey, I quite like to be clean..." Kang Ziqing reached out and asked for it, "Here, give me one too!"
"Okay!" The little boy asked for it and handed Kang Ziqing a leaflet with a smile.
Kang Ziqing followed the same pattern, wrapping the goose legs like a little boy, and then chewed the meat.
The little boy was amused by Kang Ziqing's appearance. After a pause for a few seconds, he wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Kang Ziqing again.
"Hey, kid!" Kang Ziqing joked, "This stuff is pretty good for wrapping goose legs, so give me a few more!"
As he spoke, he reached out and copied nearly half of the little boy's leaflets.
His intention was obvious. He actually wanted to help lighten the little boy's burden and let him finish his work earlier.
"This is not okay, this is not okay..." Unexpectedly, the little boy panicked, "Our boss will see it. If he sees it, my wages will be lost!"
"Besides, although we are distributing leaflets, we must also be honest, right? Well..." The little boy took back the leaflet in Kang Ziqing's hand and took out only one from it. "The most we can do is give another You have one!"
After saying that, the little boy handed the leaflet to Kang Ziqing's hand, then showed off the goose legs in his hand, and then turned around and left happily...
Looking at the little boy's retreating back, Kang Ziqing's heart felt as if the five-flavor bottle had been spilled, and he thought of his wife and children far away in his hometown...
However, his wife has become his ex-wife and his son no longer wants to recognize him...
"Old Kang, what are you thinking about?"
Suddenly, a powerful voice sounded from behind Kang Ziqing, startling him.
Kang Ziqing turned around quickly. When he saw a man wearing a crisp shirt and trousers with polished leather shoes, he took a deep breath and said, "It turns out to be Director Li, you scared me to death! If I were beaten by you If something goes wrong out of fear, it will be considered a work-related injury!"
"Hehehe..." The person who came was none other than Li Feifan, the director of the crew. Li Feifan laughed and complained, "Old Kang, you are really good at touching things! Don't forget that the money you owe me has not been repaid yet!"
"Well..." One sentence immediately made Kang Ziqing lose his temper. I did borrow money from Li Feifan because I lost money playing cards before.
"Looking at how cowardly you are, with only that little money, do you still think I will really press you for debt? Hahaha..." After Li Feifan laughed, he suddenly saw the leaflet in Kang Ziqing's hand, and immediately copied it. When I got it, I said while watching it, "Is it the Cantonese opera "Flower Field Baxi"? Mei On Theater Company...I heard it is quite famous..."
"I don't know..." Kang Ziqing's mind was not here. He was still nibbling on the goose leg without saying anything.
Unexpectedly, when Li Feifan's eyes noticed the actress on the flyer, he looked at it with interest, and his eyes exuded an unpredictable light.
And as the light dispersed, an indescribable smile appeared on Li Feifan's face...
"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?"
"Haha..." Li Feifan smiled mysteriously and said with good feeling, "It's precisely because you don't understand that you can hear the charm! You don't understand, hehehe..."
While talking, Li Feifan folded the leaflet carefully and neatly and put it into his shirt pocket.
"Um… "
Kang Ziqing didn't expect that a big director would be interested in such a list. He was about to say something. However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound in the distance, and a scaffolding was suddenly blown down by the wind. .
"Holy shit..." Seeing this, Kang Ziqing hurriedly threw the uneaten goose leg into the car, and then quickly ran towards the scaffolding...
…
Late that night, Kang Ziqing finally finished his day's work and returned to the car.
The half-cut goose leg had become cold, but Kang Ziqing, who had already had dinner, picked up the goose leg and nibbled it clean.
After eating, he wanted to throw away the oil-stained leaflet. However, when he thought of the honest little boy from before, he also followed Li Feifan's example, folded the list, put it in his purse, and treasured it...
(End of chapter)