Chapter 49: The Color of Fireworks
After waving goodbye to Qin Yewei and others, Cheng Xuyuan walked towards the Nancheng District Cultural Center.
But after walking a few steps, he realized that he had moved.
After careful identification, Cheng Xuyuan walked towards the District Cultural Association.
As he walked, Cheng Xuyuan wondered whether he should buy a bicycle.
In this age where people basically walk to get around, a bicycle is really important.
After coming out of the Dongfeng Market, Cheng Xuyuan sat on the back seat of Xiao Lu's bicycle. If it weren't for Xiao Lu giving him a ride, it would take him at least half an hour to walk back.
But bicycles are too expensive, costing 120 yuan each.
Although he had the money, after the moving party, he only had about 200 yuan left. If he bought a bicycle, he would only have more than 80 yuan left.
Although more than 80 yuan is not bad, I have to go back to my hometown soon, so I have to buy some things.
It’s better to save some money and buy it when the second batch of royalties for “Things about the Ming Dynasty” comes in.
With a hint of alcohol in his breath, Cheng Xuyuan staggered to the tube-shaped building behind the Literary Association.
At this time, lights were shining through almost all the windows in the tube building.
Although these lights are not too bright, they are full of vitality.
When going up the stairs, you can hear bursts of laughter. Although you can't hear clearly what they are saying, it makes you feel at ease.
The humdrum atmosphere of worldly life is most soothing to the hearts of ordinary people, and it seems that this is how it should be.
After opening the three-ring lock, Cheng Xuyuan walked into his room, turned on the light switch, removed the plug of the lit coal stove, scooped a pot of water from the iron bucket and placed it on the stove. Cheng Xuyuan lay down on the brown bed and felt extremely comfortable.
From now on, this will be my home.
Ten minutes later, the water boiled. Cheng Xuyuan opened the jasmine tea Qin Yewei had given him and steeped it in the enamel pot. He drank the tea while listening to the radio...
"... Guan Gong is coming!"
He holds a knife in one hand and a sign in the other. He is dressed in a soft scarf. Yes! Fish on the bottom of the water. (Imitating gongs and drums) "I!" Daqiang! "Guan Yunchang!"
"I don't know why. Qin Qiong invaded our border, soldiers!" Yes! "Meet the enemy!..."
Although he was very familiar with this crosstalk, Cheng Xuyuan couldn't help laughing when he heard Mr. Hou's voice.
After drinking a cup of tea, Cheng Xuyuan felt a little dizzy.
Knowing that he was drunk, he simply tidied himself up, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
It was early morning again, and the familiar feeling of bloating woke Cheng Xuyuan up from his sleep.
He tore off a piece of toilet paper and walked towards the toilet at the east end of the building wearing his cotton jacket.
The men's restroom is at the east end of the building, and the women's restroom is at the west end. It would be troublesome if you go to the wrong one.
In the dim light of day, most people were still sleeping. Cheng Xuyuan walked into the toilet, glanced around, and then quickly squatted down.
He felt vaguely lost in his heart.
Without Meng Dezhi, I really missed him! Just when Cheng Xuyuan was happily finishing his meal, he heard someone say, "Old Duan, you got up so early!"
"Haha, it's not too late, Brother Niu. Come, have a cigarette."
As this conversation progressed, there was the sound of someone passing cigarettes and lighting them.
"Brother Niu, I heard that you guys in Xicheng District have put together a pretty good skit this time, called... called 'Good Days'. It received unanimous praise when it was reviewed some time ago." Old Duan said with a smile, "You guys are going to make an appearance in this performance!"
Lao Niu chuckled and said, "Brother, thank you for the compliment. I wrote this skit."
"There are still many unsatisfactory aspects in it, but at least it is much better than Qin Yewei's group of people who like to collect folk songs."
Cheng Xuyuan was speechless after listening to this.
I just expressed my feelings about Qin Yewei’s resentment last night, but I didn’t expect to hear Lao Niu’s attack this morning.
What a great hatred this is! I can’t even forget it when I go to the toilet.
"Brother Niu, have you heard? I heard that Mr. Wan will also come to watch the city's performance." Old Duan lowered his voice.
Mr. Wan? Cheng Xuyuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered who this person was.
And Lao Niu said excitedly: "Really? That's really great!"
"If Mr. Wan can comment on my work, then... then I will become famous overnight."
Old Duan chuckled and said, "Brother Niu, I've seen your skit. I think you will definitely win first place this time."
"Master Wan is here to see me. If I don't comment on you, who else can I comment on?"
"When the time comes, you can also take the opportunity to ask for advice in person."
Lao Niu smiled and said, "I hope there will be a chance."
Neither of them squatted in the toilet. After finishing a cigarette, they left with a smile.
Cheng Xuyuan waited until the two people walked away before he came out of the toilet.
What he was thinking about at this moment was the fact that Mr. Wan came to watch the cultural performance.
I wonder if this legendary boss looks exactly like the photo I have seen.
After a simple meal of boiled noodles in water in the morning, Cheng Xuyuan was at home slacking off to write his "Desire". Now his manuscript has been borrowed by "Yanjing Literature and Art" for revision, so it is not good to go to the office to work every day.
However, at 2:30 in the afternoon, Cheng Xuyuan still showed up at the rehearsal on time.
Already knowing how much resentment the middle-aged man had, he didn't want to be the target of Qin Yewei's anger.
Not only him, but all the reporters in the writing team seemed to be aware of this problem, so they all arrived at the scene on time.
Since they had no performance tasks, they found seats in the audience and sat down, waiting leisurely for the rehearsal to begin.
During this process, more and more people came to watch the rehearsal. At the Nancheng District Cultural Center alone, more than 20 people came, including Niu Changqing and Peng Xueli.
Because they were confident in the short play "Eating Noodles", everyone was in a relatively relaxed mood.
Just when the rehearsal was about to begin, Lao Niu came over with five or six people.
Because it was a rehearsal, there were a lot of empty seats around, but Lao Niu walked towards the south city area.
He greeted Niu Changqing first, then sat down next to Cheng Xuyuan and said, "Xiao Cheng, we are neighbors. Do you have any objection to me sitting next to you?"
Cheng Xuyuan was speechless for a while. This old man came to him on purpose.
Just as he was about to answer, he heard Qin Yewei say, "Niu Wanjia, we haven't talked for a while."
"Come on, come on, sit over here."
"Let's have a good chat."
Niu Wanjia was not intimidated by this invitation. He walked over and said, "Old Qin, you need to change your temper."
"At our age, what matters is self-cultivation."
"Look at you, you're so angry right from the start. How can Director Niu trust you to work at the Nancheng District Cultural Center?"
Qin Yewei was just about to speak when he heard a loud sound of drums.
Amidst the voices, someone introduced: "... Now, please enjoy the first show of this gala, the short play "Eating Noodles" brought to us by the Nancheng District Cultural Center."
After hearing this introduction, Niu Wanjia patted Qin Yewei on the shoulder and said, "Old Qin, you still don't believe me when I tell you that you can't keep up with the times."
"This time, the skit is required to be funny. After all, it's a holiday!"
"But why are you making 'Eating Noodles'? Is it still your usual style?"
A new day, a new beginning. As a completely newbie, I beg for your support! (End of this chapter)
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