On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, Zhang Yuanjun and his party returned to the hotel after leaving the theater.
The hotel manager came to him and said with a smile: "Please do me a favor."
"You said." We have stayed in this hotel for a short time and everyone knows each other.
"Isn't it almost the Chinese New Year?" the hotel manager rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "Knowing that your calligraphy is good, our boss asked you to write a couplet for us, and also win the prize for the crew. We won't let you write it in vain. Pay the polishing fee."
This must be the first time someone asked Zhang Yuanjun for calligraphy, and Zhang Yuanjun happily agreed: "Okay. My handwriting is not valuable, as long as your hotel doesn't think my writing is ugly."
"No way. I've seen your handwriting. Although I'm not an expert, I can just read your handwriting."
Zhang Yuanjun was coaxed and said happily: "Okay, you wait, I will go back to the room to get the pen."
"We are ready." The hotel manager smiled.
Most of his companions knew that Zhang Yuanjun could write, but Zhang Yuanjun usually practiced in his room, and others rarely saw him write. Among those present, Liu Yifei was the only one who had seen Zhang Yuanjun swipe his hair on the spot.
There were no other guests in the hotel apart from the crew of "The Condor", so the manager simply arranged it in the lobby.
A table was pulled out and placed in the middle. Pens, inks, paper and inkstones were all prepared for Zhang Yuanjun.
Zhang Yuanjun tried the pen first, and then asked: "What to write?"
"You are knowledgeable, just read and write." The manager smiled.
When writing couplets for hotels, it shouldn't be too elegant. People are doing business and seeking money, so it's better to be more vulgar.
He owns a restaurant, so Zhang Yuanjun has ninety or not a hundred pairs of these couplets.
After looking at the paper he had prepared, Zhang Yuanjun already had a plan in his mind, and he wrote in beautiful cursive script:
"You are already drunk before the wine touches your lips. It's too early to go somewhere after just two drinks."
“The food tastes delicious first in your mouth, and it’s not too late to go home after a meal.”
Horizontal comment: "Guests come like clouds"
"Okay!" I don't know if they really think it's good or if they are flattering Zhang Yuanjun.
Anyway, the hotel manager happily accepted it and said it would be posted early tomorrow morning.
On the evening of the 30th, the crew of "The Condor" celebrated the New Year together in the hotel, and all the cast and crew had a New Year's Eve dinner together.
At the banquet, Zhang Jizhong announced that the entire crew would have a holiday tomorrow morning and work would start in the afternoon.
It's all to keep up with progress. When the crew arrived at Xiangshan, it rained almost every day. Normally they could shoot one episode in three days. After arriving in Xiangshan, they were thankful to be able to shoot one episode in five days.
Hundreds of people in the crew have been together day and night for more than three months. They are all familiar with each other. They can sleep in tomorrow and everyone has gone away.
Here, Wu Zhi is having a drink with Zhong Zhentao; over there, Zhang Jizhong is holding Zhang Yuanjun in his arms, chatting and laughing, and drinking two glasses from time to time; over there, Liu Yifei bites the juice straw and talks to her mother...
Zhang Yuanjun didn't drink much, but his cheeks were red and his eyes were drowsy.
The crew also wanted to watch the Spring Festival Gala together. Zhang Yuanjun wanted to go back and go to bed early. After watching "Little Hammer 40, Big Hammer 80", he wanted to leave.
But after this show, Zhou Tao introduced: "Let's enjoy the dance, "Thousand-Hand Guanyin"."
Zhang Yuanjun's butt lifted off the stool. After hearing this, he sat back down.
Zhang Yuanjun doesn't know much about dance and has only seen a limited number of dances. In his limited experience, he would like to call this "Thousand-Hand Guanyin" one of the best Spring Festival Gala dances.
Zhang Yuanjun doesn't understand, but some people do.
As a former national first-class dancer, Liu Xiaoli has always paid attention to the dance world, although she has stopped performing on the stage. Folk dance is her major, so she is naturally qualified to express her opinion:
"This is my first time to watch this dance." "Thousand-Hand Guanyin" had previously made a stunning debut at the Athens Paralympic Games. Liu Xiaoli did not watch it. "The arrangement is very good. The movements, costumes, and music are all deeply rooted in traditional culture. , the whole program has a high intention and the effect is extremely elegant. What’s even more rare is that it is a rare pure dance program. Dance is usually paired with music, and may even become an appendage of music, but for "Thousand-Hand Guanyin", you can turn off the sound and watch It’s also very beautiful.”
Regarding young people not watching dance, Liu Xiaoli said: "You also watch less, but there are still good things. When I was in the 1990s, I went to see Yang Liping's "Sparrow Spirit", and that was called good stuff."
Liu Yifei never mentioned anything: "Mom, who is better, you or Yang Liping?"
Liu Xiaoli admitted frankly: "She is amazing. She is an unparalleled talent in the Chinese dance world."
When it comes to dancing, Liu Xiaoli will inevitably say a few words: "You," said her daughter, "your limb proportions are so bad that you are not suitable for dancing."
Liu Yifei only has a head, but the proportions of her upper and lower body and limbs are not very good. In the eyes of professional dancers, she is really not a good meal.
Especially Liu’s mother’s folk dance, which requires long hands and long legs to look good when dancing.
Liu Yifei is not qualified to inherit her mother's legacy.
After watching "Avalokitesvara with Thousand Hands" and listening to Liu Xiaoli say a few words, Zhang Yuanjun said goodbye and went back to the room to rest.
Zhang Yuanjun hangs out with the crew every day. This year's Chinese New Year, Zhang Yuanjun didn't even buy new clothes. He just thought about it and bought a pair of very warm wool socks.
Zhang Yuanjun returned to the room, washed up, lay on the bed, stared at the chandelier with his eyes open, unable to fall asleep.
This is his first time spending the Spring Festival away from home.
Last year, he also laughed at his sister, saying that she was celebrating the New Year abroad and was crying under the quilt.
Now Zhang Yuanjun is actually a little sad.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yuanjun fell asleep soundly with the sound of firecrackers crackling outside the window.
Boom, boom.
Boom, boom.
Four knocks on the door woke Zhang Yuanjun.
"Zhang Yuanjun." The girl's soft voice came from outside the door.
"Zhang Yuanjun." The girl called again.
Zhang Yuanjun stared in confusion, unwilling to get up.
Maybe the girl outside the door was waiting impatiently. Two seconds later, Zhang Yuanjun's Nokia rang.
Only then did Zhang Yuanjun really wake up.
"Hello."
"Open the door, I have something to do with you."
"What can't we say tomorrow?"
"Good thing, open the door." It could be heard that the girl was in a hurry.
Zhang Yuanjun rolled out of bed, pulled on his shoes and opened the door for her, but did not let her in: "Sister, at 12:05 in the middle of the night, you, an actress, knocked on the door of an actor's room. What do you want to do? If someone sees you, you can't tell. of."
Liu Yifei actually knew the seriousness of the matter, but she said: "I will leave right away."
"What's the matter? Tell me."
Liu Yifei took out a long square box and threw it into Zhang Yuanjun's arms: "This is for you."
"You gave me a gift for no reason, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Yuanjun's mind was a little confused.
Liu Yifei said: "Don't get me wrong, you gave me a seal, I don't want to owe you. Happy birthday." Then she ran away quickly.
Zhang Yuanjun was left standing alone at the door, a little messy.
This is really the first birthday gift he has ever received in his life.
Before he could even say thank you, Liu Yifei ran away.
Zhang Yuanjun lost all sleep and returned to the room to open the box.
There is a writing brush in the box.
Zhang Yuanjun knew as soon as he saw it and picked it up that this pen was not cheap.
He took a bowl of warm water, moistened the pen, and used toilet paper to soak up the water. Then he dipped it in ink and wrote two words smoothly.
Okay, feels good in the hand.
Zhang Yuanjun had an idea and wrote the words "Thank you and Happy New Year" with this pen. He set up the pen, took a photo of the pen and the words, and sent it to Liu Yifei via MMS.
Not long after, Liu Yifei's reply arrived: "Happy New Year."
Although he was forced to turn on his phone in the middle of the night, Zhang Yuanjun still showed up at the hotel restaurant for breakfast at 8 o'clock.
