Roaming in the world of film and television

"Hi Wang, is that you?"

She has a pure American accent, a big nose, long permed hair, and the most important thing is that she has a great figure. Several eyes fell on Wang Yang as she moved.

"LUCY?"

Hearing the call from behind, Wang Yang turned around and greeted with a smile: "I didn't expect you to be here tonight."

"I came over after taking photos at Badaling in the afternoon. How are you?"

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine."

The two exchanged whispers in English. After exchanging pleasantries, Wang Yang remembered that there was Lin Yue beside him, so he quickly introduced the two of them: "This is my classmate, Lin Yue, LUCY, an intern reporter from the Los Angeles Times."

"Hi, nice to meet you, beautiful Miss Lucy." Lin Yue greeted her cordially.

Standing opposite, Miss America was stunned. She has been in China for almost half a year, and she has never seen such a standard spoken English among her local peers.

"Hi~" She waved her hand with a smile, turned to look at Wang Yang and said, "Your classmate's pronunciation is really standard. I'm curious if he has stayed in the United States before."

"Believe me, he didn't. His hometown is Datong, Shanxi, and his family is a farmer. Do you know what a farmer is? A farmer."

"Oh, this is incredible, you must be lying to me."

"How could I lie to you, it's the truth."

Lin Yue ignored the two people who were talking about his background, picked up the hexagonal cup on the bar, paid respects to the blonde girl who came with Lucy, and took a sip from his mouth.

Lucy noticed the way he was drinking whiskey, and the surprise on his face became even stronger. Even if she killed her, she would not believe that classmate Lin came from the countryside.

Soon, Lucy's colleague came over and leaned against the bar and looked at Lin Yue: "Aren't you going to buy me a drink?"

"no problem."

He picked up Wang Yang's cup and handed it to his good friend under the astonished eyes: "To Winston Churchill, cheers."

"cheers."

The two held their glasses and touched each other, and the look of eye contact made Wang Yang feel like watching a Hollywood movie.

"I bet he's not a farmer," LUCY said.

Wang Yang didn't refute, because Lin Yue was indeed not a farmer, he was a college student of Yenching University, and he also began to doubt, not Lin Yue's background, but his life. That blond girl was obviously older than Lucy, and she was very sexy. Lin Yue was wearing a sea soul shirt on his upper body and army green trousers on his lower body. How could he handle a mature American female reporter with just this attire? This is no longer thought-provoking, but sensational.

Which of the words that this guy said is true and which is false?

"real?"

"Of course, you have the American dream, and we have a culture of the mean. I can help you analyze hot current events in words that are closer to the Chinese way of thinking. But in exchange, you have to do one thing for me."

When Wang Yang was aroused by his actions again, Lin Yue leaned over to the female reporter named Jenny and whispered a few words.

Jenny thought for a while and said, "No problem."

Lin Yue raised his glass: "Deal."

Jenny raised her glass: "Deal."

After drinking a glass of wine, Lin Yue put the glass with only ice cubes back on the bar, and stretched out a hand: "Can I ask you to dance, Miss Jenny."

"sure."

She puts her hand on it and the two of them walk down to the dance floor, which inevitably causes a little commotion in the crowd.

...

"Lin, I'm curious. Wang said you used to be a farmer. I don't think he knows you well enough. The things you do are more like an overseas Chinese who has lived in the United States for many years."

"Are you saying I'm good at picking up girls?"

LUCY didn't expect him to be so direct, looked at the back of Jenny who was going to the bathroom and said, "Yes."

"There is a term in China called 'Shenxian', read it with me, 'Shenxian'."

"immortal?"

"Yes, it's like the God you Westerners believe in, or angels, and I'm that'fairy'."

LUCY hesitated for a long time before realizing: "Are you joking? It's impossible."

"If you don't believe me, if you don't believe me, you can observe carefully for a while, and you will find that I have not lied to you." After saying this, he winked at the foreign girl, walked towards Wang Yang, who was drowsy, and held Wang Yang by his arm. His arms turned away from the ballroom.

Lucy stared down at the little amber left in the cup, her eyes flickered, she didn't know what she was thinking.

...

"LUCY says you're a liar, and I think so too."

While trying to maintain a straight line of walking, Wang Yang wagged his fingers, drunkenly.

Lin Yue said, "Why did you say that?"

"Just say you drink whiskey." Wang Yang tried his best to imitate his behavior, but putting it on a seventy-percent drunk person, no matter how you look at it, it's funny: "That's it, why have you never drank foreign wine, you are lying Woolen cloth?"

Lin Yue said: "I heard that you have watched a hundred Hollywood movies, and you know all the kissing styles of Americans like the back of your hand?"

Wang Yang didn't understand why he abducted this issue. Although the real situation was that he was bragging, he couldn't admit it, so he had to hold it up: "That's right."

Lin Yue said: "That's right, since you know all the American kissing methods like the back of your hand, then I imitated the Westerners' demeanor when drinking, so what's the fuss?"

Wang Yang stopped in his tracks and looked at him with confusion.

"The son of the projectionist in our county is at the same table as me, so I never lack movies to watch." He blinked: "Including those that are only for internal reference."

Wang Yangming knew that he was lying again, but he couldn't come up with a good reason to refute. He held his breath in his chest and felt like vomiting blood.

"Hey, what is for internal reference only? Can you stop talking half-heartedly?"

...

The turn of the spring and summer of the second year.

"abnormal, abnormal, normal, normal, normal."

"Abolish, abolish."

"abrupt, suddenly, abruptly."

"Absurd, ridiculous."

"..."

Cheng Dongqing was sitting in front of the desk by the window, copying words from the dictionary in a notebook with a pencil, and repeating them in his almost tormenting accent.

Tired of reading on the upper bunk, Hai Guofu, who sat up and stroked Teresa Teng's cheek on the poster, made him extremely irritable.

"Cheng Dongqing!"

"Why."

"Can you keep your mouth shut?"

"Why?"

"Didn't anyone tell you that you pronounce English words with a worse accent than a constipated eunuch?"

Cheng Dongqing shook her head, said with a chuckle, "Meng Xiaojun and the others said that I have a Japanese pronunciation."

Hai Guofu wished he could pick up the wheat bran pillow behind him and smash it into a holly. He couldn't take care of himself, and he had never seen such a rustic and simple person like him.

"Anyway, shut up for me."

"oh."

Cheng Dongqing turned around and continued to copy the words, but she didn't shut up, she just lowered her voice, because Meng Xiaojun told him that if you want to change your accent, you must listen more and practice more. If you dare not open your mouth because you are afraid of being laughed at, you will never progress.

Hai Guofu looked at this turtle who chose to use pencil and eraser instead of pen and ink in order to buy less exercise books, and really wanted to slap him to death.

"Hey, hey, rare thing."

"Come and see."

"Why are you pushing me?"

"Lin Yue, what is this?"

"..."

At this moment, there was a sound of chaotic footsteps in the corridor.

Hai Guofu listened attentively, and found that the movement was getting closer, so he quickly pulled up his trousers and got off the bed.

He just hooked out the shoes stuffed under the bed, when the door opened over there, a gust of cool wind poured into the dormitory, blowing up the soot that fell on the bedside from Jizhigrad's bombs.

Cheng Dongqing looked sideways at Lin Yue who came in from the outside, with his mouth open enough to stuff a duck egg into it.

Hai Guofu was also a little confused, not because of Lin Yue, but because of the TV set in his arms.

"Get out of the way." Lin Yue pushed Cheng Dongqing aside, and put the TV in his arms on the desk.

"Where did this... come from?"

Of course the soil turtle knew what it was called, but what he couldn't figure out was where Lin Yue got it.

In 1980, a 12-inch black-and-white TV set cost hundreds of dollars to buy, and ordinary workers might not be able to afford it even if they saved money for a year.

Hai Guofu's eyes were not attracted by the TV, which was also bought at home, but he focused on another thing.