Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

Yu Dongqing drove, thinking about what happened to Wang Dongsheng just now.

I talked a lot today.

To be honest, he admires Wang Dongsheng's talent very much and hopes that he can be the Jia Zhangke of this time and space, not Lou Ye or Zhang Yuan.

After the film festival, Yu Dongqing resumed his leisurely life, running and watching chess in the morning, going to meet his buddies or drinking tea at home at noon, watching TV in the evening, video chatting with his wife and daughter, and occasionally going for a walk in Houhai. The milk dog Doumiao followed him every step of the way.

Yu Dongqing felt that she was just short of carrying a birdcage.

Of course, he did not forget to raise flowers and grass, but he was not good at this stuff. He raised several goldfish, all of which were fished from the father-in-law’s earthen jar. The precious magpie flower fish was killed by the little milk cat. I ate several beanbags secretly, and now only one pitiful solitary seedling remains.

Yu Dongqing didn't bother to care. If they were all gone, he would go to the market and buy some ordinary goldfish. He was not particular about this stuff anyway.

I guess it’s not too fussy to eat the bean buns secretly.

Time flies by in early April, and Yu Dongqing is going to Hangzhou to find Yang Yixin to produce this year's new tea. This time he goes with Zhang Yang.

We had already contacted him in advance, and Yang Yixin smiled on the phone and said to come quickly. This year there will be less rain, a longer warm winter, and the quality of spring tea is better than in previous years.

Hearing Yu Dongqing's mouth watering, she didn't take the green leather train and directly booked a plane ticket to Hangzhou.

The night before leaving, Yu Dongqing chatted with Meimei about this in a WeChat video.

Mingliang knew that he was obsessed with Longjing at Hupao Spring in Hangzhou. She hadn't been there for several years, so she didn't say anything. She just told him to pay attention to safety on the road.

"Oh, hubby, I forgot to tell you, there was a huge explosion in the entertainment industry today!"

"What big melon?"

"Han Qingqing told me that the famous director Liu Shaohua actually asked an actress to go to his hotel room to read the script on the night after attending the college student film festival. The actress didn't come out until dawn, but she was photographed by the dog squad that was squatting there. Posted on the Internet! It caused quite a stir. I heard that Liu Shaohua’s wife is divorcing him.”

"Hey, what's so strange about these nonsense in the entertainment industry?" Yu Dongqing laughed.

"Do you know who that actress is? It's Cheng Cong, me, and Han Qingqing. We used to live in the same dormitory at China Drama!"

is her? !

Yu Dongqing suddenly remembered that at the ceremony party that night, Yu Dongqing saw Cheng Cong and it seemed that Liu Shaohua was sitting next to him. Unexpectedly, he ended up running to the hotel to discuss the script.

What a dedicated person.

"Hey, I heard about this incident that not only Liu Shaohua was disgraced, but Cheng Cong was also having a hard time. People online accused her of seducing married men, working as a mistress, and doing whatever it took to become famous."

"Actually, I think Cheng Cong needs to have a good figure, a good face, and his acting skills are not bad. Why should he take this path?" Meili said with a final sigh.

"Don't persuade others to be kind without going through their suffering. There are things we don't know about. The best way is not to discuss them." Yu Dongqing said.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just saying it in front of you. I won't say anything nonsense. After all, Cheng Cong is still my roommate."

The next morning, Yu Dongqing first drove the puppy and cat, including the only goldfish in the jar, to her father-in-law's house in Houhai, then returned to Nanluogu Lane, took the subway with her suitcase and rushed to Daxing. Airport.

Zhang Yang had already arrived, and the two of them boarded the plane and flew directly to Hangzhou. The plane arrived in Hangzhou more than two hours later.

Both of them were sitting in business class. Through the window, they saw the spring rain falling outside, and it was misty and misty.

"It's indeed Jiangnan."

Zhang Yang, who was sitting by the window, couldn't help but sigh and recited an ancient poem:

"Thousands of miles away, the oriole cries and the green reflects the red,

Shuicun Shanguo wine flag style. "

Yu Dongqing laughed after hearing this: "I said Zhang Yang, are you coming to Hangzhou to taste tea or drink?"

"Of course it's tea! But if you have good wine, you can also try it. I heard that Hangzhou's Zui Xishi is good, and Shaoxing's Ner Hong."

Oh My God.

Yu Dongqing could already imagine Zhang Yang being drunk these days.

When I exited the station and came to the departure hall, I found a large group of young men and women holding selfie sticks and various peripheral support.

Apparently fans of a certain celebrity came to pick him up at the airport.

Of course Yu Dongqing and the others would not think that they were here to pick her up. Anyway, they never did this.

So I consciously took a detour, but I didn't expect to be spotted by sharp-eyed fans, and a girl screamed.

"Ah? Qingmanglu Band! Brother-in-law!"

Wow.

A large circle formed immediately.

"Brother-in-law, are you also here to attend the West Lake Music Festival?" a girl asked.

West Lake Music Festival?

Yu Dongqing felt baffled.

After the fans explained, it turned out that the annual West Lake Music Festival was being held in Hangzhou. They were fans of Queen Wang Jing and came to pick them up at the airport. Before they could pick up their idol, they saw Yu Dongqing instead.

This is such a great person, even Wang Jing calls him a teacher.

But Yu Dongqing's answer disappointed them.

"Sorry, we are on a private tour and will not attend the music festival."

Although a little disappointed, everyone was relieved. Anyway, Yu Dongqing's Qingmang Performing Band is generally recognized as low-key.

I went to Yinchuan to attend the Helan Mountain Music Festival the year before last and never heard anything from it again.

After a few fans who particularly liked Qingmang Lu Yewei took photos and signed autographs, Yu Dongqing and Zhang Yang left in a hurry.

At this time, a young couple hurriedly walked in from outside the terminal, smiling and waving to them both.

"Uncle Yu, Uncle Zhang!"

Yang Yixin's daughter Yang Mei and her husband came specially to pick her up at the airport.

Last year, Yu Dongqing came to Hangzhou for tea. In addition to meeting the boss Yang Yixin at the Cunpu Village Tea House, he also met his daughter Yang Mei.

The next day, at the invitation of Yang Mei, she went to the teahouse opened by Yang Mei in the center of HZ city. For this purpose, Yu Dongqing wrote a song about tea.

It turns out that in that time and space, Xu Song’s “It’s Better to Have Tea” also posted a copy.

Later, I heard the girl say on WeChat that her teahouse business suddenly became popular, but Yu Dongqing had not been to Hangzhou for various reasons in the past two years.

The four of them left the terminal and got into the car. Yang Mei suddenly said:

"Uncle Yu, Uncle Zhang, it's better to sit in my tea room first. Anyway, it's not far from here in the city."

Ah?

Yu Dongqing and Zhang Yang looked at each other.

According to the arrangement made on the phone, Yang Yixin asked his daughter and son-in-law to pick them up at the airport, and then drove them directly to the tea house by Hupao Spring. Unexpectedly, his daughter had his beard cut off!

"Okay, guests do as they please." Yu Dongqing smiled.

"Okay." The girl said happily, and got on the airport expressway and headed straight to the city.

Yangmei’s teahouse is called Jiangnan Tea Ceremony, located in the middle of Qingchun Road, where banks and financial companies are dotted. Yu Dongqing and the two came to the tea room on the second floor and found that there were not many changes from the first time, but there was a billboard at the door with a few big words on it: Why not go for tea.

Light ink landscape, leisurely and contented.

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