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An Xumo didn't know why Zhang Zhiwei asked him alone, but he nodded honestly and replied, "It's delicious, thank you Teacher Zhang."
Before Zhang Zhiwei called him Uncle Zhang off camera because he was of the same generation as An Xumo's mother. But in front of the camera, Han Ming and the others all called "Zhiwei Ge", and An Xumo looked a generation shorter if he called Uncle Zhang alone. Zhang Zhiwei specifically told him to call Teacher Zhang in front of the camera.
Zhang Zhiwei sighed lightly and said, "Do you know who I learned this fried rice recipe from?"
Others naturally don't know, but An Xumo vaguely feels that there is a reason for him to bring up this matter alone. Sure enough, Zhang Zhiwei said: "I learned this from Xiao Mo's mother."
"Our family's conditions were not good back then. You young people may have never experienced this situation, but Xiang Shen should know that the tuition fees for college at that time were hard to cover, let alone living expenses. Later, I was able to take jobs in school. Earn some extra money and things will get better."
There was emotion in Zhang Zhiwei's voice.
"When I was a freshman, my senior sister was our teaching assistant. I was one of the poorest students in our class. There was a mistake at home for a while, and the living expenses were not delivered. I couldn't afford to order in the cafeteria. For the food, I only need a steamed bun, and eat it with the big package of pickles in the canteen. After a long time, the senior sister found out, and said that this way of eating is not good, so she gave it to me. There is another female classmate with very poor conditions, They gave each of us a big box of fried rice."
Zhang Zhiwei told the story slowly, and the attention of the people next to him was also attracted.
"Senior sister's conditions are not very good, but she is skillful. Not only did she fry a lot of rice for us, she also gave us two full cans of pickled vegetables and salty sauce made by herself. It's the two cans of side dishes. I survived the hardest days. Alas, I still sigh when I think about it now. Telling you young people these things feels like telling stories, but they are actually things that we really experienced at that time."
"Yes," Yan Xiangshen picked up a chopsticks of shrimp eggs and put them in the bowl, "My conditions were slightly better than Zhiwei at that time, but not much worse. Now the conditions are better, let alone young people, it is us Thinking about it myself, I also feel that those days are like a dream, for a while I feel that they are far away, and for a while I feel that it just happened yesterday.”
Zhang Zhiwei smiled, and patted An Xumo on the shoulder: "Xiao Mo, is the taste similar to what your mother made?"
An Xumo smiled, but felt stuffy in his chest, and his stomach was empty, as if everything he had just eaten had disappeared. The ferocious hunger hit him like a shower that fell on the coast in the morning. He was so hungry, but he didn't dare to stare directly at Zhou Jinchen, so he could only say in a low voice: "Well, it's delicious. .” Then he picked up the rice sullenly.
An Xumo felt that he was cold and hungry, not only his stomach was empty, but his whole body was empty. He had never thought about his parents, maybe he had, but that was a long, long time ago. He lived quietly by himself, and didn't care about anything except food and Zhou Jinshen. But now someone told him that he/mother is like this, that illusory dream showed a little outline, but the temperature left behind made An Xumo, who had returned to the darkness, feel even colder.
Mother…
It turns out that my mother not only has the image of a "shameless, cuckolded, shameless vixen", she can also cook delicious fried rice.
The lunch ended in a lively atmosphere. After chatting for a while, several people began to prepare the big meal for the evening. Originally, the program group also arranged outdoor activities. After all, the seaside in Sanya is so beautiful and the scenery is intoxicating enough. It's a pity that the weather outside is still gloomy, so it's not suitable for lighting. Zhang Zhiwei, who was full of food and drink, laughed at the director team, and then slowly continued to make dinner.
The crabs had to be steamed in a pot, and the chicken soup had to be boiled slowly. Zhang Zhiwei directed Yi Tianming to help, while Yan Xiangshen called Han Ming to clean up the bedroom. Han Ming originally wanted to be with Zhou Jinchen, but he couldn't refuse when the senior asked, so he had to watch An Xumo and Zhou Jinchen stay in the same room.
The two are guests, and they don't actually have much work to do, but if they don't do activities, they won't have any chance to be photographed, so they still need to find a way to do something. An Xumo's lunch was not very comfortable, and he didn't know if he was full or not. After eating, the tableware should be washed out, so he moved the basin to the sink in the living room, ready to wash out the dishes.
An Xumo hadn't done this kind of work much, and he usually washed a plastic lunch box at most. He was clumsy and made a lot of noise, even Zhang Zhiwei who was preparing to cook at the other end of the room looked over. twice.
The more nervous you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes. When An Xumo was scrambling to deal with a pot and spoon, Zhou Jinchen, who had tied up his apron, came over and pushed him away from the pool.
An Xumo stood on the side obediently, like a student who was detained and criticized by the teacher. He watched Zhou Jinshen, who had rolled up his cuffs, stretch out his hands. His slender and powerful hands, which had been drawn close-up by countless cameras, soaked into the sink, methodically sorted the dishes, and cleaned them skillfully.
Zhou Jinshen wears an apron with the sponsor's logo on it. The style is the most common one, but he is tall and has long legs and good proportions, so he insists on wearing the apron as a design. Although he vaguely understood the other party's intentions, An Xumo still felt that Zhou Jinchen's two temperaments, homely and non-human, had reached a very perfect fusion.
I also want to know that this kind of contrast will definitely attract a lot of goodwill when it is put on the screen. And Zhou Jinshen is not just putting on a pose, he is much more proficient in washing dishes than An Xumo who is in a hurry, so that reliable sense of home can be perfectly presented in him.
For this kind of excellent material obtained by accident, the program team will naturally not let go of any shot. After Zhou Jinshen finished washing, he handed over the bowls, and An Xumo dried them one by one and put them away. The two of them didn't communicate much, but the results were absolutely satisfactory.
In the evening, the weather finally cleared up, the setting sun revealed half of its silhouette from the clouds in the sky, and the fiery red color burned most of the sea surface. The aroma of food wafted in the warm stone house, and the jingling wind chimes swayed gently on the eaves. Although he knew all along that he was recording a program, this warm home atmosphere still gave An Xumo a lot of comfort.
It was starlight when dinner was ready, and the table was filled with five servings of steamed crab and six servings of coconut chicken. Because An Xumo can't eat seafood, Zhang Zhiwei dug up his crab and made crab powder, and his portion of coconut chicken was full, enough for him to slowly fill up.
Dinner is the main content of the program group's filming. Several people chatted while eating. Finally, after eating, they didn't have enough time to talk, so they moved to the beach to chat at Yan Xiangshen's suggestion. The dark clouds dissipated, the sky was full of stars, the sea breeze blew away the heat of the day, and the waves gently lapped the coast. Food and clothing are abundant, and the scenery is superb. This slow and comfortable pace of life really makes people feel very comfortable.
A bonfire was lit by the beach, and the flames reflected everyone's faces, making the most gentle fill light. Zhou Jinshen, who hadn't spoken much since he was on the show, also chatted with Zhang Zhiwei. An Xumo listened with his head on his knees, and they were chatting about Zhou Jinshen's movie.
"It is true that literary films do not have an advantage in the market, but be careful, you will definitely not suffer from this film you made." Zhang Zhiwei said, "Lin Rui talked to me, and he said that he did not expect to meet such a young and explosive filmmaker." Your partner, Lin Rui has been praising you to me, saying that your performance is better than his performance in "The Vanishing Train" back then."
Lin Rui is also a well-recognized actor in acting, and "The Vanishing Train" is his best actor movie. Zhou Jinshen collaborated with Lin Rui in the last movie, and the two have a lot of intersections in the plot.
Zhou Jin smiled faintly, his handsome face showed a different kind of gentleness against the firelight, Han Ming beside him was always looking sideways at him, but An Xumo only looked at him for a while, then turned Look away.
Just one look fills the stomach, it's warm and sweet.
Zhou Jin said solemnly: "Brother Rui took care of me, made this movie, and he also taught me a lot."
Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, and said: "Lin Rui also had the opportunity of "The Vanishing Train" back then to achieve that achievement. Sincerely, I won't be polite, your opportunity is indeed coming soon."
Zhang Zhiwei's words were indeed heart-to-heart, and there was still a camera shooting beside him. He must have spotted Zhou Jinchen when he said that. Yan Xiangshen smiled and said: "It's rare to see Zhiwei boasting so much, be careful, if you really win the award, don't forget to invite Zhiwei to dinner."
"According to the auspicious words of the two teachers," Zhou Jin said with a deep smile, "I am waiting to invite everyone to dinner."
The atmosphere was good for a while, and the few people watched the night scene at the beach for a while, and did not start preparing to go back to the house until the wind gradually cooled down.
The camera was put away, the bonfire was extinguished, and the beach without natural and artificial lights gradually dimmed. An Xumo went to the beach to pick up two shells and came back. He saw that the others had almost cleaned up and was about to go back. Not far away, there was A slender figure stood alone, facing the sea alone.
An Xumo stepped on the beach and walked over. When he was not far from the man, his footsteps slowly stopped.
The man facing the sea was looking up at the calm and deep sea in the distance, and the faint starlight fell on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. The light on the coast has long since dimmed, but the man's body is like a solid field, cold and heavy.
The current Zhou Jinshen is completely different from the man who handles shrimp threads and washes dishes skillfully during the day, even the smile and warmth from the chat by the campfire just now have completely disappeared.
The camera moves away, the mask peels off. An Xumo suddenly felt for no reason that this was the real appearance of the other party.