Chapter 1 Late Autumn Rain

Yanyun City is often rainy in the evening. During the daytime, the sky is high and the air is clear and the sky is clear. However, once the evening turns to night, the autumn day is suddenly covered by thick and dark clouds. , Looking at the lightning, it has the potential to destroy the city and suppress the wild.

"Huh! What the hell!"

"It's amazing, it rains at night, Director Xu, should we still shoot?"

"You can't finish filming and take responsibility for your mother? Take advantage of the rain, hurry up! - Huai Yan is in place! Mr. Qin is ready!"

In the Jinghua Film Studio, everyone was busy shooting "Wind Shadow". In front of the screen wall stood a handsome young man in a gray long gown. He is tall and slender, and is quite eye-catching. When you look at him, you can see that he is an important character in this movie.

As soon as the young man took his place in front of the camera, the rain slanted down like needles, hitting the eaves and splashing fine water droplets. Under the eaves, there is no such thing as a starring role.

It's been several days in a row, and the rain is so fucking suffocating! Director Xu Zhengyang cursed while instructing the studio staff to move the equipment back to the house. Everyone was in a hurry in the autumn rain, but the actor Qin Shengru was standing under the eaves holding hot tea, as if he was staying out of the situation and was very interested. Admiring the autumn rain in front of him.

Huai Yan saw that he was putting on a star stand again, but he was already used to it. He only brought the last batch of props back to the house, walked to the corner and sat down, took off his long gown, and wringed out a pool of water stains.

"Silly boy, there are field duties! Why are you following along for the fun!" The equipment was already in its place, Xu Zhengyang looked back and saw that Huai Yan was soaked wet, both love and pity, and threw him a dry towel, " You can be careful, don't get cold."

"It's all right." Huai Yan wiped the rain on his face, "Director Xu, the Military and Political Department has been pressing hard these days, so hurry up and transfer the equipment in the factory to the new factory in the western suburbs."

"I have asked someone to transfer the equipment that is temporarily unavailable. It's just that the scenery here has been set up, and it will take many days to disassemble it and transport it away. At the end of the month, I will give the company a sample, which is too late." Xu Zhengyang took two puffs of cigarettes, and felt restless in his heart again, and pressed his cigar into the ashtray angrily, "The top of us is the Ministry of Literature and Art! They are all directly under the agency, why are they shorter than the film studio for so many years, said Move, move, why!"

Hearing him complain, everyone was silent. In fact, everyone was very clear about the reason. He Zhengxu, Minister of Literature and Art, and Chen Dong, Secretary-General of the Military and Political Department, recently got into trouble because of a woman. Common thing.

"These false soldiers, don't they just have two dick guns in their hands!" Xu Zhengyang couldn't hold back, and finally said what no one dared to say, and there was a low laugh in the room.

"Director Xu, since it's raining and I won't be able to shoot, I'll go back to rest first." At this time, Qin Sheng walked over with his shiny leather shoes with a look of arrogance and arrogance. In Jinghua, this is the uncle of the uncles. As long as he is handsome and handsome, he doesn't care about the rest.

"This... Okay, but please ask Mr. Qin to arrive at the studio on time tomorrow. After all, our land will be removed by the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs soon... This progress..." Qin Sheng's wrist is too big, and he is also a big film. Guaranteed to sell, how dare Xu Zhengyang offend.

"I know." Qin Shengru threw the cigarette butt on the ground impatiently, turned around and said to the servant, "San'er, let's go."

As soon as the two of his master and servant raised their umbrellas and stepped into the continuous rain, there was a noise outside the courtyard. Before everyone could react, a group of sergeants rushed in at the door. In an instant, the studio was surrounded by the officials and the army, and the leader walked slowly around the shadow wall. He was dressed in dark green military uniforms, and his military cap was very low, covering his deep eyebrows and eyes. The candles in the room reflected the golden collar under his jaw. Glittering and dignified.

"Jun... Junye?" Xu Zhengyang rushed out in the rain, blocking Qin Shengru behind him.

The officer didn't say a word, and the adjutant Zhao Zixi on the side held an umbrella for him. Seeing that he didn't mean to speak, he smiled at Xu Zhengyang: "The municipal secretary can't please Director Xu, our regiment leader can only come in person. What's the matter, Your movie hasn't finished filming yet?"

"It's still... there are still some shots. Sir, you can see that our film studio has been in operation for more than ten years, and the equipment, costumes and props are stored here... Give us three more days, and we must move!"

Surrounded by loaded long spears, Xu Zhengyang's grumbling just now flew out of the sky, and he could only beg with a cheeky face.

"This matter has been negotiated with the Ministry of Literature and Art. If you have any situation, please report it to them." The officer straightened his military cap and slowly raised his head, revealing a handsome and stern face, "Tomorrow, the Eighth Regiment of the Chen'an Army will take over. Drinking Horse Alley." He has never been too lazy to talk much, and when he said this, he intentionally turned around and left. What's more, he was actually just passing by today, flashing his knife and gun, urging those who were engaged in literature and art to move out quickly.

"Isn't this Captain Lu?"

The officer turned around when he heard the words, Qin Shengru had already smiled and pushed aside Xu Zhengyang and walked up, "We met at the diplomatic ball last month! We even drank together, you forgot? Give your brother a face, How about a few days of grace?"

Lu Jingyun frowned and turned to Zhao Zixi: "This is?"

"Qin Shengru, Qin Gongzi, a big star... who has acted in "Ding Sanshan"..." Zhao Zixi reminded quietly.

"I really don't remember." Lu Jingyun glanced at Qin Shengru, only brushing the rain on the cloak, "Let's go."

Qin Shengru's face suddenly turned pale, and for the first time he was refuted in front of others. Xu Zhengyang wanted to say something else, but was pulled by Jiang Huaiyan who quietly walked behind him, "Director Xu, that's all, let's move."

"This...how can this be good?" Xu Zhengyang stood in the rain in despair, but was surprised to find that the officer heard Huai Yan's words and turned back again, his eyes as sharp as an eagle falling on his side.

Feeling that the officer was looking at him, Huai Yan first lowered his head in confusion, but then he thought, he didn't do anything wrong, why should he be timid towards him? So he mustered up his courage again, and turned his head to look at the face under the military cap. At the moment when he met those deep eyes, he felt that his heart was beating wildly uncontrollably, as if waves of evening tides were coming from the coast. The consciousness of his whole body was swept away from the body.

After looking at each other for a long time, Lu Jingyun finally looked away. He pondered for a moment before relaxing, "Give you three more days. Zixi, you will bring someone to take over this place."

Zhao Zixi was quite surprised, he whispered: "Sir, over there with the commander..."

Lu Jingyun said, "I'll explain it to him. You will do as you please." After he finished speaking, he took another deep look at Jiang Huaiyan and turned away.

Everyone on the set was standing in the rain, Qin Shengru patted Huai Yan in surprise, "Do you know him?"

"I don't know..." Huai Yan recovered from the shock just now and answered honestly.

"Thanks to Mr. Qin's presence today, the head of Lu can save face!" Xu Zhengyang knew that the people in the house could not hear the conversation between them through the rain curtain. Thank you Qin Gongzi!"

The flattery sounded one after another, Qin Shengru looked at Huai Yan with a sneer, and stopped talking, just turned his head and walked back to the eaves.

At this time, the autumn rain stopped for a while, and the twilight shone in the courtyard, sweeping away the haze. Just like everyone's mood is bright, Xu Zhengyang waved his arms and said excitedly: "Continue to start!"

Everyone was also encouraged to speed up the progress, and it was almost time for the studio to close. Huai Yan's scene is over, and also feel deeply

easy

, He changed into dry old clothes and walked slowly towards the house. A new electric light was installed in the alley, and the dim yellow light scattered on his shoulders, casting a lonely shadow on the ground.

When he turned into his own alley, he bumped into someone who ran recklessly in the dark. The five and three rough in life, he had a bit of strength, and there were patches on his short jacket. people's children.

"Hey, Jiang Shao finished work?"

"Er Mao? It's so late, what are you doing?"

Ermao grinned, holding up a few cash receipts in his hand, "Business is good today, and I made some money. Go to Shaoyao Hutong, Lord."

"If you have this spare money, you might as well give Xiao Bing's mother some medicine." Huai Yan shook his head and sighed, "It's better to go to less places like that."

"To be honest, Xiao Bing's mother's illness can't be cured, no matter how much medicine you take, it's useless." Er Mao looked at Huai Yan and said curiously, "Hey, you scholars, don't you like women? I want to be like you. It looks like I'm fucking living in Cuixiang Building, and even those girls can't bear to chase me!"

Huai Yan blushed, shook his head with a smile, turned around and turned into a small courtyard. This is a courtyard where several families lived together. Pots, pans, firewood and briquettes were piled on the ground in a mess.

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It was muddy.

There was a faint candle burning in the wing room, and the heart-wrenching coughing sound was frequently heard. Huai Yan knocked on the door, and the soldier welcomed him in, "Brother Yan."

"I paid some remuneration today, you can take it to get your mother's medicine. It should be enough for half a month." Seeing that the old lady was half asleep, Huai Yan lowered her voice.

"Brother Yan..." Xiao Bing shied away, "Why do you keep using your money..."

Huai Yan smiled and said, "After the film studio, I have to take care of meals. I'm alone, so I don't need anything."

"My mother said today that you can't ask for any more money from Brother Yan, and people still need to save money to marry a wife, or find a decent job..."

"I don't even know my own background, so why am I at home?" Huai Yan said with a smile, "I can make a living in the film studio these days. When this movie is released, I may be able to make a fortune. Take it. ."

Xiaobing's eyes became wet, and he tightly held the silver dollar in his hand, "Brother Yan, I will definitely repay you when I have a chance in the future!"

"It's all friends, what are you talking about... Okay, let's rest early." Huai Yan patted him on the shoulder, turned back to his room, lit the oil lamp on the desk, and the warm yellow light immediately filled the dilapidated house , on the south wall is a picture of "Huashan Transiting the Sun", which is abrupt and smashed with a big axe. There is a full-fledged bookshelf on the west side of the house. The categories are complicated. Found it cheaply from a used book stand.

The old ink on the table in front of the window has dried up. Huai Yan has not painted for a long time, and he is not willing to buy high-quality paint. He walked to the round stool and sat down, pulled out a newspaper and flipped through it, but he couldn't read it. Look, he actually drew the straight outline of a soldier.

The western suburbs of Yanyun are the residences of the dignitaries of the military and political department. It is connected to the military barracks and weapons and munitions warehouses in Xishan. Apart from being farther away from the city, it is convenient for work on weekdays. Lu Jingyun got out of the car in front of his own yard. The dark yellow ginkgo leaves were knocked down by the rain in the sun, almost burying his feet in military boots. There were a few wet leaves sticking to his boots, and Lu Jingyun walked away. Some leaned over to take it off, and when he raised his body again, the wet and handsome face appeared in his mind again.

Zhang Pengyuan, the head of the Seventh Regiment, also parked his car outside the courtyard opposite. His hair was shiny, and he was wearing a leather suit. At first glance, he was going to meet a girl, so he whistled proudly, "Brother Lu, let's go. Go for a drink?"

"It's too late, don't go." Lu Jingyun habitually straightened his military hat and walked into the yard.

Zhang Pengyuan smiled and said, "That thing three inches below your navel is so big that it grows white, and I don't know who to keep it for. If you don't use it, it will rust!"

Hearing such slanderous words, the soldiers around him secretly smirked, but no one dared to show a single expression. Lu Jingyun was famous in the entire Chen'an Army for his toughness and loneliness. There is no room for a grain of sand, who dares to provoke him?

Lu Jingyun was used to being ridiculed by Zhang Pengyuan, so he ignored it, took two steps and turned around and said, "There will be people from the Superintendent of Police and the Superintendent at the meeting tomorrow, don't wander too late."

"Don't worry!" Zhang Pengyuan waved his hand and got into the car.

Zhao Zixi kept sending Lu Jingyun to the door of the villa, "Sir, is there anything else today?"

"You come in first." Lu Jingyun motioned for him to follow.

Zhao Zixi stepped into the house, and couldn't help but sigh secretly for the tyranny of the heavens - the head-level house, the two-story western-style building in Linhaizi, and the small courtyard at the entrance of a few hundred square meters. Who can't take care of it? As a result, Lu Jingyun's house was divided, and after a few months of living, it was still like a new house, with empty walls on all sides, a tea set on the coffee table, a green lamp with a green cover, and nothing superfluous. It was as simple as a military dormitory. He doesn't have any servants, and his three meals a day, except for entertainment, are all served in the cafeteria. Zhao Zixi stole another glance at the bedroom with the door half-closed. The double bed downstairs, Lu Jingyun, only slept halfway, and the army green quilt was folded like tofu.

This uninteresting iron man, how good is this big house for me to live in. Zhao Zixi sighed lightly, and felt itchy mouth again. He took out the Baosan Fortress from his arms, and offered a politely handed over to the regiment commander, "Captain, please."

This is all pretentious, because apart from Lu Jingyun occasionally smoking two cigarettes during battle, and he doesn't smoke in private, Zhao Zixi was ready to wait for him to shake his head and then withdraw his hand, but Lu Jingyun stretched out his articulated fingers and twisted it. Take one and put it in your mouth.

"Yo! I'm in good spirits today, sir." Zhao Zixi hurriedly stepped forward to ignite him, Lu Jingyun took a light breath, the sparks on the cigarette butt dimmed and returned to light, he took off his military cap and put it on the table, his expression in the smoke Showing some rare softness, "Go and check someone for me. It's not an official business, you can do it from below in your spare time."

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