The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

Watching Chen Canaan politely scared away a pair of mandarin ducks with a knife, the surrounding couples who were originally lovers of you and mine suddenly turned from open capitalist lovers to feudal conservatives, sitting honestly and earnestly. Appreciate the knights and heroes on the big screen.

In the second half of the movie, Qiao Wen and Chen Jianan had a very good viewing experience due to the couple who were not in the way. Especially Chen Jianan, who doesn't need to be jealous and jealous.

When I came out of the theater, I saw a sugarcane seller on the side of the road. The two bought a section, and they were walking and chewing while chatting in the cool breeze at night.

Seeing that Chen Canan's face was quite excited, Qiao Wen smiled and asked casually: "Do you think this movie is good?"

Chen Jianan nodded: "It's okay, but I don't think martial arts are good, it looks too fake."

Qiao Wen laughed: "It's not like making a movie like you really fight, how can it be real."

Chen Jianan shook his head indifferently: "Anyway, if it were me, it would definitely make the martial arts look more real, it would be exciting!"

Qiao Wen smiled and said: "Okay, when we have money and go to make movies, you will be responsible for martial arts."

Chen Jianan patted his chest and said, "It's not that I speak big words. If I were a dragon and tiger martial artist, the martial arts scene would definitely be better than today's movie."

He just talked casually, like a child dreaming an unrealistic dream, but Qiao Wen listened to it.

In the next 20 to 30 years, the film industry will become one of the most important industries in this city, and it can even be recorded in the annals of history. How many people have created myths in this industry and become idols that people worship. You may be able to make a fortune in the stock market and real estate you foresee in advance, but neither of these two can become a real business. To put it bluntly, it is the same as a capitalist. But movies are not the same, not to mention the benefits of the country and the people, at least it is a cultural symbol, well done can be respected by people and go down in history.

Besides, he is very interested in movies.

While he was pondering, Chen Canan next to him had already begun to gesture and said with excitement: "Just now when the protagonist and the villain were in a decisive battle, the villain swept with an uppercut. You can just hit the villain’s chin in the air. This is both real and beautiful, instead of jumping up and stepping on the opponent’s head inexplicably." He retracted his hand and said, "I heard that Beijing opera was not good for these years, and many Wusheng went to movies. To be a dragon and tiger martial artist, they are all opera styles. They are good-looking or good-looking, but they are still a bit short. I think they still have to learn martial arts."

Qiao Wen said with a smile: "You are quite professional!"

Chen Jianan was so embarrassed by him that he waved his hand in embarrassment: "I have never seen how people make movies, just talking nonsense."

Qiao Wen said: "Good point."

Chen Jianan chuckled, and stretched out his hand to embrace Qiao Wen's shoulder: "Don't praise me, and I'm not afraid that I will float up."

Qiao Wen also laughed: "If you want to float up, I can also hold it."

Chen Jianan simply hooked his neck: "You still want to hold me with such strength?"

Not to be outdone, Qiao Wen tucked his backhand around his waist and scratched him. Chen Jianan was not afraid of pain or hardship, but was afraid of itching. After being scratched twice, he tightly grabbed his hand and begged for mercy.

It was dark now, and there were only a few pedestrians on the road. The two were fighting, and two foreigners came to face each other, arm in arm very close.

When passing by the two, one of the men's eyes fell on Chen Jianan's grasping Qiao Wen's hand, and then smiled at him clearly, as if saying that we are the same kind.

Chen Jianan was so excited that he suddenly let go of Qiao Wen's hand in fright, and murmured: "These ghosts are really not particular about it. They dare to engage in homosexuality on the street. It's a ruinous atmosphere." Chest, "Xiao Qiao, don't worry, I won't be like them."

Qiao Wen: "???"

He looked at him suspiciously, and the other person was just like a frank and honest person. He frowned slightly, and remembered a little bit of suspicion before, but he only gave it up after a little thought, always feeling that he should have thought more about it.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Men and women, men and men, women and women, as long as you are willing and do not affect other people's lives, it is all normal. We can't make others perverted."

Chen Jianan was taken aback, and tentatively said: "Do you think it is not abnormal for men to love men?"

"of course not."

Chen Jianan was still not sure, and then asked, "Isn't it a pervert that the Fei brothers play with women and men?"

Qiao Wen laughed: "He is forcing others, so of course it's another matter."

"That's true." Chen Jianan nodded thoughtfully, then grinned, as if suddenly enlightened, "I see."

Qiao Wen asked: "What do you know?"

Chen Canan said: "Men love men is not a pervert."

Qiao Wen chuckled lightly: "That's right."

After watching the small real estate advertisement for a few days at home, the New Year is ushered in. It also means that Qiao Wen has been in this world for more than half a year. Accustomed to this new identity, although I can't say that I feel like a duck, I still have a pretty good time.

This New Year is a special year for both the grandson and grandson of the Qiao family. Naturally, we must celebrate it. Aunt Qiao prepared a table of delicious dishes for the New Year’s Eve dinner. Qiao Wen had a round belly and put down his chopsticks.

The New Year is simply a kind of faith-like love for the people in the city. It seems that as long as the New Year comes, all the poverty will become unimportant. On New Year's Eve, the whole city was very lively, and the hustle and bustle of the neighborhood passed into the small house, so this deserted house seemed to become lively.

Qiao Wen listened to the radio with his grandmother for a while. When it was about twelve o'clock, Chen Canan screamed and knocked on the door of Qiao’s house. The old custom is not to come in on New Year’s Eve, so he didn’t come in and just stood at the door and shouted. : "Xiao Qiao, hurry up with me to set off firecrackers on the rooftop."

Grandma laughed and waved her hand at her age: "Go ahead."

Qiao Wen hurriedly put on his coat, rarely ran out like a child.

In addition to Chen Jianan and Hao Zai, there were also a group of young boys in the tenement building behind him. The cubs are full of energy, rushing up and running at a speed comparable to the rabbit being chased.

There are ten floors in the Tang Tower, and Qiao Wen ran for three floors and couldn't keep up with his breath. Seeing this, Chen Jianan simply pulled him up and carried him on his back, and immediately walked like flying, catching up with the little cubs, and was the first to reach the rooftop.

He panted and put Qiao Wen down, let Hao Zai set up the fireworks, and then told the boys to stand far away and not to lean forward.

"Brother, when is it?"

Chen Jianan raised his hand and looked at the watch above with the lights on New Year's Eve, and said, "Listen to my command."

"receive."

"Five, four, three, two, one, light it!"

Hao Zi hurriedly struck a match, lit firecrackers and fireworks to welcome the new year. After a while, the firecrackers exploded deafeningly with the crackling sound of the nearby roofs, and the fireworks tube followed closely, blasting into the sky, exploding into a colorful scene.

The cubs were excited and scared, jumping and screaming with their heads in place, so unhappy.

Qiao Wen was also shaken by the sound of firecrackers and fireworks. Before he raised his hand, his ears were covered with warmth - Chen Jianan covered him.

He enjoyed the affectionate kindness of the other party, raised his head to look at the bright fireworks in the sky, and gave birth to a little long-lost innocent pure joy.

In the sound of fireworks, he said loudly: "Brother Nan, Happy New Year!"

Chen Jianan also laughed loudly: "Little Joe, Happy New Year!"

In the bright fireworks, they ushered in a new year of this era.

On the first day of the new year, it is natural to have a good start. Although it was late on New Year’s Eve, Qiao Wen still got up early and heard the sound of gongs and drums downstairs. He looked through the window and saw that someone was dancing a lion. After picking up two advantages, go downstairs to watch the excitement.

The two big red lions danced to a very good level. The two people leaped forward and backward in conjunction with their tumbling, light and agile postures. Especially the lion in front not only dances fiercely, but also has a bit of cleverness and mischief. Whenever he comes to the door of a family stall, he first jumps and rolls to show the fierceness of the lion, and then shakes his head and tails coquettishly, spitting out a piece from his mouth. The banner of Congratulations on Fat Choi caused the shopkeeper to laugh, and happily stuffed a profit in its lion's mouth.

The lion held the bag with the profit, and shook his head and shook his tail before moving on.

When he arrived in front of Qiao Wen, the lion was even more exaggerated. First, he circled him twice, and then rubbed his head against him. Qiao Wen smiled and stuffed the red envelope into his mouth. This guy swallowed the red envelope immediately, continued rubbing against him, and kissed his face with the lion's mouth.

It's like a lion who values ​​Qiao Wen's beauty.

The people around were roaring with laughter, and the gongs and cymbals were struck more enthusiastically. Qiao Wen reluctantly pushed the lion's head, but unexpectedly the lion hit the snake with the stick, followed his hand and fell to the ground to roll around.

Touch the porcelain lion.

Qiao Wen looked at the lion on the ground, not to mention that it was really such a thing of acting hard. Seeing that there were still people waiting to see, he bent over and stuffed another red envelope in the lion's mouth and whispered: "Brother Nan, it's almost done."

There was a "Huh" sound from the lion's head, and the blood basin opened wide, revealing Chen Canan's dark eyes, and said: "How do you know it is me?"

Qiao Wen smiled and said, "Other lions are not as shabby as you."

The Haozi behind panting complained: "Brother, you are exhausting me."

Chen Jianan smiled and got up, danced the lion head and touched Qiao Wen affectionately before moving on.

It was at this time that Qiao Wen suddenly noticed that in the lively alley, a few strange-looking men suddenly appeared, all carrying luggage in their hands.

Chen Jianan's swaying lion happened to pass by one of them, and he shook his head and rubbed his hands. The man paid attention to customs, took out a red envelope, stuffed it into the lion's mouth, and touched it affectionately.

The city is full of fish and dragons, and strangers come in and out every day. It is not unusual for a few face-to-face men to appear here, not to mention that it is the time to visit relatives and friends on the first day of the new year.

However, Qiao Wen had been in a military camp after all, and had an instinctive familiarity with people who had held a gun. Although these strangers are nothing special in their dresses, their walking posture and sharp and cold eyes make them completely different from the people around them.

They are all people with guns.