Non-famous Actor

Xizhimen Overpass.

There are a few cooks with good skills, and they set up a barbecue stall here. The main dishes are peanuts, edamame and barbecue, and the wine is draft beer.

The place is shabby and noisy.

But the advantage is that things are cheap, and many nearby residents and low-income migrant workers will come here to consume, not looking for delicious wine, but just want to relax.

When Sun Hao arrived at the place, without saying a word, he raised his hand and greeted the boss: "One plate of cucumber, one plate of edamame and peanuts, 40 meat skewers, and nine glasses of draft beer."

There seemed to be a lot of draft beer, and Leslie Cheung, who had just vented, just wanted to have a simple chat with Sun Hao.

So let’s forget about the wine, everyone will go back after eating something, buddy is going to chat with you about the composition of that song? !

Unexpectedly, Wang Fei was in high spirits, raised her glass, and just said [drink]!

The dishes are served very quickly, and all are served in less than 15 minutes.

"elder brother…"

"Um?"

"Did you see the owner of the barbecue stall?"

"I see, what's the matter?" Leslie Cheung was puzzled.

"I'll give you ten minutes to summarize him for me."

"Is it the third stage, performance training?"

"You can think of it that way, but don't be nervous, you can also treat it as a simple chat."

After speaking, Sun Hao didn't ask Leslie Cheung's opinion, and started to drink with Wang Fei. We are all friends. Although you kissed me violently in the nameless bar, I don't intend to hate you.

"good!"

Leslie Cheung agreed, and began to observe the owner of the barbecue stall seriously.

The owner of the barbecue stall, a male, looks about 30 years old by visual inspection, with a child under two years old on his back, with a cigarette in his mouth, while grilling meat, he is always paying attention to the surrounding customers.

Maybe it's because his legs and feet are not very smooth, the young man still feels a little bit sloppy when he walks.

However, this did not affect Leslie Cheung's observation at all. Since Sun Hao handed over the task, he has been staring at the boss.

Look at eating meat, eating edamame, and drinking alcohol.

Fortunately, hard work pays off.

Before a quarter of an hour had passed, Leslie Cheung felt sure:

"Director, let me sum it up. He is poor. He can send his children to kindergarten, but he takes them with him. It's unhygienic. Of course, he doesn't have the concept of hygiene. He smokes cigarettes, cooks barbecues, and delivers food and wine to guests. , nothing will be delayed."

After summarizing, Leslie Cheung stared at Sun Hao, not asking for his compliments, just wanted to see if he was on the same channel as himself.

"Hmm..." Sun Hao thought for a while, rubbed his chin and smiled.

"Brother, let me tell you something. Some netizens have summed up this boss, saying that [what he roasts in his hands is responsibility, what he carries behind him is hope, and what he has in his mouth is life.]"

"Um…"

Leslie Cheung was stunned, he didn't expect Sun Hao to analyze the father and son from this angle.

"Brother, if I asked you to play this character, how would you play it?"

"Of course, you have to experience life first. It's best to eat and live with him, and then go deep into his heart and understand his true thoughts."

"Yes, Not Bad!

But what if the role is over. "

"Of course I have to move out of his residence. After all, I have my life and he has his..."

Leslie Cheung, who was outspoken, had a clear understanding as soon as he talked here. Yes, he is him, I am me, why do I want to live his life again after the play is over?

Just as he was thinking about it, the guests at the table next to him made a noise. A handsome guy with yellow hair stood up and yelled.

"Boss, don't soak your lamb kebabs in sheep urine anymore, why does it taste so weird?"

"Yes, yes, this is too bullying. How dare you sell pork skewers as mutton skewers in broad daylight? Is there any reason for that?

No, we have to call the police! "

Huang Mao got up, and his companions were naturally not far behind, accusing the boss angrily.

"Boss, how about this? If you pay us 5,000 yuan, it will be considered as our medical expenses and mental damage expenses.

Of course, we will not call the police. "

...

"what to do?"

Looking at the group of young people looking for faults, Wang Fei, who was eating happily, leaned hard on Sun Hao at this time, looking weak and pitiful.

Come and protect me!

"hehe…"

Sun Hao smiled.

"Sister Fei, why don't you go first? After my brother and I broke up for two days, today, why do we have to fight this injustice?"

"Well, then I'd better go with you, after all I can drive." Wang Fei rolled her eyes and resolutely chose to stay.

At this time, the scene of the barbecue stall also changed. The young boss who was quietly grilling skewers just now picked up the kitchen knife directly from the chopping board.

"The mutton I use, you can go to any department of the country to test it at will. If there is a little bit of pork in it, you don't need to tell me, I will cut off my own head.

However, if you want to leave today without paying, hehe... you can give it a try. "

So, when the owner of the barbecue stand showed his kitchen knife, those young people who had the idea of ​​eating a king's meal immediately froze, threw down two hundred yuan bills, and ran away in a panic up.

"Um…"

After watching the entire conflict, Leslie Cheung picked up a piece of cucumber with chopsticks and threw it into his mouth, then chewed it slowly until the taste was gone, and then he swallowed it.

"Sun Hao, I know, blindly being kind to some people, or blindly being tolerant to some people, won't get him to understand you.

Sometimes, it is better to be angry at the crown..."

"Haha... that makes sense!"

Sun Hao brought up the beer mug again.

………

There are several types of vagabond singers according to their level.

Those with the highest level usually go to larger bars and work as resident singers in bars, not to mention the rewards from customers, and they can earn thousands of dollars a month.

Those with a lower level usually sing near the bar. One is to exercise their professional ability, and the other is to look for opportunities. In case there is a vacancy in the bar one day, maybe they can be greeted by the bar owner.

The level is again, that basically means nothing, singing in the underground passage, setting up a stall on the side of the road, and showing your business ability in the night market.

And tonight, there is such a person under the Xizhimen overpass. She is holding a guitar in her arms and holding a playlist in her hand. People who drink here can order songs. Ten yuan per song is not too expensive.

But even so, her business is still very small, there is no way, here are all low-income people, ordering songs to listen to is still too luxurious for everyone.

However, just as the wandering female singer was losing her spirits, she suddenly saw a handsome young man waving at her.

"Hey, come here!"

"okay!"

The young wandering singer was a little excited. After a day of hunger, the business finally opened. However, when she saw the three in front of her clearly with the help of the dim streetlight, her jaw dropped in shock. She wanted to speak, but she was too nervous to speak.

Sun Hao smiled and gave her 100 yuan.

"Hey, borrow your guitar."

"Oh... well, here it is!"

The young wandering singer was very excited, and quickly handed over the guitar, but refused to accept the money from Sun Hao.

"I tell you to take it and you take it, I can still use your instrument for nothing."

After Sun Hao said a word, he stuffed the money to her, and then began to pluck the strings.

"Brother, let me sing the lyrics of today's song for you first, even if it's just a throw away, of course, if you think there is a song that is more suitable for it, you can also compose it yourself."