After smoking his last cigarette under the telephone pole next to East Street, Lu Yuan threw the cigarette butt into the trash can and glanced at the tobacco shop next to him. After hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind and took out a hundred yuan to buy a pack of soft-shell "Huaxia".

"Huaxia" tastes similar to the "Zhonghua" that Lu Yuan smoked before he traveled through time, and the price is similar as well. If it were on a normal day, Lu Yuan would never buy it, for one thing, he was not used to the taste, and for another, the price was too expensive. However, today was a little special.

Lu Yuan heard from Fatty Wei that the director of "Subway Station" Zhang Tong was a smoker, and a standard cigarette holder.

Zhang Tong is considered a capable director in the circle. Lu Yuan felt that it was not appropriate for him to hand him a pack of "Honglan" for eight yuan, right?

This is really embarrassing.

After all, I am a director now, so I can't lose face.

So Lu Yuan bought a pack of "Huaxia" bottles to save face.

After waiting for about half an hour, a Volkswagen Phaeton stopped at Lu Yuan's feet.

"Xiao Lu?"

"Yes, it's me, old man."

"Get in the car. Why did you suddenly change your clothes?" Old man Chen Guanxiong rolled down the window and looked at Lu Yuan with slightly narrowed eyes.

The sunlight was a little strong, so he could not see Lu Yuan clearly. Especially today, since Lu Yuan was wearing a suit and a pair of glasses, he could not see him clearly.

"This outfit looks more formal." Lu Yuan pushed his glasses deliberately.

He was quite satisfied with his outfit.

He looked in the mirror before coming here and felt that the person in the mirror was handsome and gentle, and he looked like a highly educated and talented person.

He thinks people need to change a little.

Lu Yuan was actually reflecting on himself. He felt that he had been with a low-class person like Fatty Wei recently, which affected his own brilliance. Moreover, being called "Lu Manzi" by Fatty Wei was inexplicably shameful.

"This outfit doesn't really match your temperament." The old man moved closer and stared at Lu Yuan for a long time, then finally shook his head.

"Well, is there? Is it not elegant enough and can't reflect my temperament?" Lu Yuan frowned slightly and looked a little strange.

"No, that's not what I meant."

"ah?"

"If you were in ancient times, you would be the bold and unrestrained type who was not fussy about details, not the scholarly type who was full of erroneous ideas." The old man spoke very gently and his comments were rather subtle.

After saying this, the old man looked out the car window.

"So I'm one of those casual readers?"

"Well, there is a word that suits you better, but you probably don't like to hear it..." The old man shook his head.

"Ah? Old man, don't keep me in suspense."

"Show off." Old man Chen Guanxiong looked at Lu Yuan, who was determined to get to the bottom of things, and finally shook his head with emotion.

“…”

After Lu Yuan heard these two words, his originally excited face suddenly began to look a little depressed.

It was like being interrupted in the middle of a high mood.

It's so annoying.

"Hahaha, I'm just a straightforward person, don't mind it." Looking at Lu Yuan's depressed expression, the old man laughed heartily. At this moment, his mind was clear, and the anger that Lu Yuan had been holding back for not calling him was finally swept away.

And it's a bit secretly cool.

"..." Lu Yuan was helpless and didn't know what to say.

Is it possible that I am really not suitable for such a gentle outfit?

I think it's pretty good.

The driver in front looked at the rearview mirror with a look of surprise.

The old man always has a stern face, and I have never seen him smile so happily.

And to a young man...

It seems that this young man has something.

The car slowly drove forward and lost its direction. Lu Yuan wanted to smoke, but considering the old man was beside him, he chose not to smoke.

The car drove very steadily on the highway.

"Xiao Lu, let me tell you..."

Two hours was actually a very long time. After the old man finished laughing, he took Lu Yuan aside and started telling him about his glorious deeds with saliva flying everywhere.

Lu Yuan held up his eyelids and tried hard not to yawn from his throat, and he looked very interested.

This old man's status in the circle is not ordinary. Even if Lu Yuan feels that he can't survive in the circle, he can't offend him.

It’s not like Lu Yuan has a hole in his brain.

After the old man finally expressed a series of emotions and talked about a lot of lyrics and music that Lu Yuan couldn't understand, the car finally stopped in front of a building in the city center.

After opening the car door and getting out, Lu Yuan took a deep breath as if he was reborn.

I don't care even though the air is polluted, or even the exhaust fumes.

"Let's go, Xiao Zhang is already waiting there."

"Yeah. OK."

When Lu Yuan saw a middle-aged man wearing white-framed glasses in front of the building, he immediately smiled with relief.

Feeling alive!

…

Zhang Tong is a great director.

"Metro Station" is also a big investment among art films.

When two powerful forces come together, many things will undergo qualitative changes.

Zhang Tong’s ambition is not small.

He wants to take this film to Berlin for an award.

Since it is an award ceremony and the venue is a place like Berlin, many details are very demanding.

He put a lot of effort in the selection of the interludes in particular.

"Director Zhang, would you like a cigarette?" After the old man introduced each other, Lu Yuan took the initiative to hand over a cigarette.

"Xiao Lu, it seems you are a heavy smoker." Zhang Tong smelled smoke.

The smell of cigarettes made him feel somehow familiar.

The intimacy of the same kind.

"It's OK. I've been smoking for seven or eight years."

"Haha, you should quit smoking. Smoking is bad for your health. I am also going to quit."

"Okay, I understand. I'll just smoke this time, but I'll definitely quit in the future."

"right."

Lu Yuan had a good impression of Zhang Tong.

Wearing white-framed glasses, he looks a little bit refined and fashionable, and he also looks very energetic.

Of course, the more important point is that Zhang Tong really gave Lu Yuan a hypocritical feeling.

He clearly said he didn't want to smoke, but his hand reached out faster than anyone else. After taking a deep puff, he squinted his eyes, looking like a god.

Although cigarettes are not good things, they can sometimes bring people closer together.

At least Lu Yuan and Zhang Tong don't have any sense of estrangement between them, and they are quite friendly.

“This guitar is great.”

"Yeah, it's OK, it's from Hongmian."

“It’s not cheap.”

"It's not expensive, only about 100,000 yuan."

“…”

When Lu Yuan learned that Zhang Tong handed the guitar to him, he suddenly felt a little upset.

Not expensive either...

Only about 100,000...

Zhang Tong's words reveal a sense of noble pretense.

Lu Yuan felt that his pretending skills were really lacking.

After all, invisible pretense is really deadly.

Any chance to come back?

Wait, am I such a petty person?

"Can we start now?" Lu Yuan took a deep breath and tried hard not to think about those pretentious things.

"Well, let's get started. Sound engineer, equipment engineer, music composer... get ready..."

"Um."

After tuning the guitar and entering the recording studio, Lu Yuan closed his eyes. When the prelude sounded, he let out a long breath.

Then, open your mouth.

"That's the person I miss and love deeply day and night..."

…

Lu Yuan sang with great devotion.

Zhang Tong was listening attentively, and when the song reached the climax, his nose suddenly felt sore for some reason.

Old man Chen Guanxiong stood outside the recording studio listening to the sound with a complicated expression. He shook his head and sighed from time to time.

He didn't think Lu Yuan sang badly.

And Lu Yuan’s singing was so touching.

Everyone has been young, and everyone has worked hard.

A young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses next to Zhang Tong was very excited...

The gaze he gave Lu Yuan became deeper and deeper.

Even a little greedy.

The song ends...

Lu Yuan cleared his throat.

"Xiao Lu, the recording is good. I think we can talk..." Zhang Tong looked at Lu Yuan excitedly.

But, at this moment...

"Lu Yuan, please sign with our company! Our company will definitely focus on training you! We will definitely use our greatest resources to make you famous! I'll call my uncle right now!"

“…”

Zhang Tong had just said half of his words when a gust of wind blew around him.

A young man rushed into the recording studio excitedly and interrupted Zhang Tong.

Zhang Tong opened his mouth.

He looked at the young man holding Lu Yuan's hand, as if he wanted to swallow Lu Yuan...

His whole body was shocked!

I haven't even said anything yet, why are you, a guest, joining in the fun?

Steal my people?

What did you tell me when you first came in? You said you would just look and listen but not talk. What about now?

Did you all fart?