Chapter 21 I Want to Eat Noodles
Shi Xuehong's stir-fried pork!
Cheng Xuyuan eats noodles!
The two of them were sitting opposite each other!
These two are going to piss me off to death!
Damn you, just wait and see how I’ll deal with you two.
Thinking about how anxious he was, thinking about the silent orders given by Feng Laoer and Deputy Director Peng Xueli, and thinking about the pack of Chuncheng cigarettes that would be delivered in the afternoon, Qin Yewei felt his teeth chattering.
These two guys are so abominable.
They...they...
But how to deal with them? Shi Xuehong was originally a heartless person; as for Cheng Xuyuan, when he came, Peng Xueli had already talked to him in advance.
The reason why people come to the literature group is because they don’t know anything.
Moreover, according to Peng Xueli, he has a backer behind him.
You need to be tolerant when you treat others! Thinking of this, Qin Yewei's anger was reduced a lot.
It's impossible to force a duck to climb a tree. Why should I get so angry for two young people who are just wasting their time? Eating noodles, well, anyway, this kid's penmanship is much better than Shi Xuehong's.
If there is any copying task in the future, let this kid do it.
Hmm, what is this? Qin Yewei looked at the words that looked like a dialogue under the noodles, and his eyes gradually widened.
"Feng Xiaoer: Director. You want to find an actor? Director, director, do you think I can do it? You see...
Director: Okay, okay, let you try.
Feng Xiaoer: Hey! Director: This is eating noodles.
Feng Xiaoer: (slightly surprised) Eat noodles!
Director: Look, this is a bowl of noodles.
Chen Xiaoer: Hey! I didn’t have any meals today.
Director: What did you say? Feng Xiaoer: Ah - I said I will do my best today, haha, I will do my best.
..."
Watching these lines of conversation, a series of pictures quickly appeared in Qin Yewei's mind.
He even directly brought the role of Feng Xiaoer into the folk art group's Feng Laoer.
If Feng Lao Er played it like this...
"Feng Xiaoer: And we have to talk while eating. That's not easy.
(Eating and talking) Why are you in such a hurry...
Director: Stop, stop, stop! You should really serve a bowl of noodles and try to feel the feeling of eating noodles.
Chen Xiaoer: (Delighted, a little bit unbelieving) Really, you even let me eat a bowl - hey, full."
What happens after it is filled? Looking at the empty manuscript paper, Qin Yewei felt anxious.
Based on his experience, he has already made some judgments about the direction of the script.
However, how to write it exactly has to be determined by the author Cheng Xuyuan.
At this moment, Qin Yewei felt like he had swallowed twenty-five little mice in one mouth, and he was extremely anxious.
What will it look like down there?
Will it be as funny as what I just saw?
If it can maintain its previous standard, this skit will surely be a hilarious masterpiece.
Burst into laughter, what a masterpiece! Qin Yewei suddenly woke up from this uncomfortable state of being unable to stop.
He thought about the tasks of his writing group.
With this skit, we can complete the task.
And that one spring city, I can also breathe comfortably.
Great! At this moment, Qin Yewei suddenly felt a little hungry.
Eat noodles! I want to eat noodles with gravy!
But before eating the noodles with gravy, I still have to find Cheng Xuyuan first and listen to this guy on how to write the next skit.
This guy Peng Xueli really misunderstood.
You actually say that this young man who can write such a short play can do nothing.
You actually said that he came to our writing group because he doesn't know anything.
You also said that his job was to slack off.
You are such a slacker with such ideas, you fucking need to give me a dozen!
Qin Yewei quickly left the office with Cheng Xuyuan's manuscript paper.
He is going to find Cheng Xuyuan.
After leaving the office building, Qin Yewei realized that he didn't even know where Cheng Xuyuan lived.
Fortunately, Old Li, the gatekeeper, is still there.
"Old Li, have you seen Cheng Xuyuan?" Qin Yewei shouted to Old Li who was eating.
Old Li looked up and saw Qin Yewei, so he smiled and said, "Team Leader Qin, isn't it time to get off work? Why are you still looking for Xiao Cheng after you get off work?"
In Mr. Li’s eyes, time off work is his own time.
"I have something to do." Qin Yewei took out the Chuncheng cigarettes that Peng Xueli had left in the office and handed them to Old Li, saying, "I have something urgent to discuss with him."
"Even in an emergency, we have to let him eat!" Old Li said, "I saw him go out just now. He must have gone to eat."
"This kid eats out every day and doesn't even think about how to save money."
"How can I find a wife in the future?"
"Team Leader Qin, you are his leader, you should persuade him to cook his own meals, so that he can save money."
"Otherwise, who would want to marry a poor guy who has no money at all!"
Qin Yewei felt a headache after listening to what Lao Li said.
Whether other people get married or not has nothing to do with you, Old Li.
However, he couldn't say this yet, after all, Old Li meant well.
"Okay, I'll persuade him when I get back." Qin Yewei said casually, "Where did he go?"
"I don't know. By the way, this kid saw me eating noodles and said he would get me a bowl of noodles with soybean paste."
Old Li said, "This fried bean paste noodles, if you want to say it's delicious, it has to be homemade."
"Old Qin..."
"I'm leaving first."
When Qin Yewei heard that Cheng Xuyuan wanted to eat noodles with soybean sauce, he couldn't help himself.
He felt his stomach rumbling in rebellion, as if it was suggesting that he eat some noodles with soybean paste.
Old Li looked at Qin Yewei who was leaving, shook his head and said, "This old Qin, his brain is getting worse and worse. He ran away before I could finish my words."
"Hey, I'd better eat my noodles."
Qin Yewei came to a state-owned noodle restaurant near the cultural center and saw many people eating noodles inside.
Various types of braised noodles are very popular.
But he didn't see Cheng Xuyuan in this noodle shop.
He wanted to continue looking for it, but his stomach protested, so he finally ordered three taels of noodles with soybean sauce and devoured it in no time.
While eating, I was thinking about Cheng Xuyuan's script.
The more I think about it, the more I feel that this half-written story is pretty good.
Thinking of Feng Xiaoer eating noodles with big mouthfuls on the stage, he couldn't help but eat noodles a little faster.
After eating noodles with soybean paste and searching around, Qin Yewei returned to the cultural center with a hint of helplessness.
Lao Li had finished his noodles, but he still told Qin Yewei with regret that Cheng Xuyuan had not returned yet.
Helpless Qin Yewei took the manuscript paper back to the writing group's office.
There was already someone in the office at this time, and Ma Boyuan was thinking over the manuscript paper.
The cigarette he smoked was filled with smoke, and it made one feel as if he was floating in the air.
"Old Ma, why did you come so early?" Qin Yewei, in a good mood, asked Ma Boyuan.
Ma Boyuan said: "I have something on my mind. I can't write at home, so I came here to think about it."
"Lao Qin, the entire cultural center is watching us this time."
"If we can't come up with a good work, we will be embarrassed this time."
Qin Yewei patted Ma Boyuan on the shoulder and thought that Old Ma was really a good person!
He handed Cheng Xuyuan's manuscript to Ma Boyuan and said, "Old Ma, how do you think of this?"
Ma Boyuan took the manuscript and glanced at it. He found the words "eat noodles" written on it, so he smiled and said, "Team leader, I think the handwriting of this manuscript is good."
"But the idea is not well written."
"You also eat noodles, why don't you write about eating meat?"
(End of this chapter)
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