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An Xumo didn't know why Zhang Zhiwei would ask him alone, but he still nodded honestly and replied: "It's delicious, thank you, Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Zhiwei used to call him Uncle Zhang outside the camera because he was the same generation as An Xu Mo's mother. But in front of the camera, Han Ming and the others are all called "Brother Zhiwei", leaving An Xu Mo alone to call Zhang Shu, which is a generation shorter. Zhang Zhiwei specifically told him to call Teacher Zhang in front of the camera.

Zhang Zhiwei sighed lightly and said: "Do you know how to make fried rice, who did I learn from?"

Others are naturally not clear, but An Xu Mo faintly felt that there was a reason for him to raise this matter alone. Sure enough, Zhang Zhiwei said: "This is what I learned from Xiao Mo's mother."

"The conditions of our family were not good back then. You young people may not have experienced this situation, but Xiang Shen should know that the tuition fees for going to university at that time were hard to collect, let alone living expenses. Later in school The situation will be better if you can take over the job and earn some extra money."

Zhang Zhiwei's voice was filled with emotion.

"When I was just in my freshman year, the senior sister was our assistant teacher. I was one of the worst in our class. There was an error at home for a while and the living expenses were not delivered. I was in the dining hall. If you can’t order food, you just need a steamed bun, and eat it with the big-packaged pickles in the canteen. After a long time, the senior sister found out, and said that this way is not good, she gave it to me, there is another bad condition Female classmate, gave us a big box of fried rice."

Zhang Zhiwei slowly told the story, and the attention of the people nearby was also attracted.

"Senior sister’s conditions were not good, but she was skillful. Not only did she stir-fry us full of dangdang rice, she also gave us two full pots of pickles and salty sauce she made. That is the two pots of side dishes. Ah, let me survive the hardest days. Alas, I still sigh when I think of it. Talking to you young people about this feels like telling a story. In fact, they are all things that we really experienced at the time."

"Yes," Yan Xiangshen took a chopsticks and shrimp and eggs and put them into the bowl, "I was in better condition than Zhiwei at that time, but it was not much worse. Now the conditions are better, let alone young people Even if we think about it for ourselves, we also feel that those days are like dreams. For a while, we feel that we are far apart, and then we feel that it is just what happened yesterday."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and patted An Xu Mo on the shoulder: "Xiao Mo, is the taste a bit similar to what your|mum made?"

An Xumo smiled, but his chest felt stuffy, and his stomach was empty, as if everything he had just eaten disappeared. The fierce hunger hit him like a shower that fell on the coast in the morning. He was so hungry that he didn't dare to stare at Zhou Jinshen directly. He could only whisper: "Well, it's delicious. ." Then he picked up the rice.

An Xumo felt that he was cold and hungry, not only his stomach, but also the whole person was empty. He never thought about his parents, maybe he thought about it, but that was a long, long time ago. He lived quietly by himself, caring nothing except food and Zhou Jinshen. But now someone told him that it turned out that his|mother was like this, that illusory dream showed a little outline, and the temperature left behind made An Xumo who had returned to the dark feel colder.

Mom...

It turns out that my mother not only has the image of "shameless, green hat no|want|face vixen", she can also make delicious fried rice.

The lunch ended in a lively atmosphere. After chatting for a while, several people began to prepare the evening meal. Originally, the program team also arranged outdoor activities. After all, the seaside in Sanya is so beautiful and the scenery is intoxicating enough. It's a pity that the weather outside is gloomy, so it's not appropriate to light it. After eating and drinking, Zhang Zhiwei laughed at the director team, and then slowly started to tinker with dinner.

The crabs must be steamed in the pot, and the chicken soup must be boiled slowly. Zhang Zhiwei directed Yi Tianming to help, while Yan Xiangshen called Han Ming away to clean up the bedroom. Han Ming originally wanted to be with Zhou Jinshen, but the senior spoke up, and he couldn't refuse, so he could only watch An Xumo and Zhou Jinshen stay in the same room.

The two are guests. Actually, there is nothing to do, but inactivity means there is no chance to be photographed, so they still need to find a way to do something. An Xumo didn't feel comfortable eating lunch, and he didn't know if he was full. To clean the tableware after eating, he moved the basin to the sink in the living room, ready to wash the dishes.

An Xumo didn't do this kind of work very much. He usually washes a plastic lunch box at most. He is clumsy and makes a lot of noise, even Zhang Zhiwei who is preparing to cook at the other end of the house. I saw it twice.

The more nervous, the easier it is to make mistakes. When An Xumo was busy dealing with a pot and spoon, Zhou Jinshen, who had fastened his apron, walked over and drove him aside from the pool.

An Xumo honestly stood aside, like a student criticized by the teacher in detention. He watched Zhou Jinshen stretch out his cuffs, his slender and powerful hands that were drawn through close-up by countless shots were soaked in the pool, and he methodically divided the dishes into categories and cleaned them skillfully.

Zhou Jinshen wears an apron with a sponsor’s logo. The style is the most common, but he is tall and long, with good proportions, so he just wears the apron as a design. Although vaguely understood the other party's intentions, An Xumo still felt that the two temperaments of home and non-cannibalism had reached a perfect fusion in Zhou Jinshen at this time.

I want to know that this kind of contrast will definitely attract a lot of goodwill when placed on the screen. And Zhou Jinshen wasn't just putting on a posture, he was much more proficient in washing dishes than An Xu Mo, who was in a hurry, so that reliable sense of home could be perfectly presented to him.

For this kind of unexpectedly excellent material, the program crew will naturally not miss any shots. Zhou Jinshen handed the bowls over after washing, and An Xumo wiped them dry and put them away. The two did not communicate much, but the effect of the shot was absolutely satisfying.

In the evening, the weather finally cleared, and the setting sun revealed half of the outline from the clouds on the horizon, and the fiery red color filled most of the sea. The aroma of the meal floated in the cozy stone house, and the jingling wind chimes flickered on the eaves. Although I always knew that I was recording a program, this warm home atmosphere still gave An Xu Mo a lot of comfort.

When the dinner is ready, the stars are beginning to shine. Five steamed crabs and six coconut chickens are all over the table. Because An Xumo couldn't eat seafood, Zhang Zhiwei dug up his crab to make crab noodles. His coconut chicken was full of weight, enough for him to drink slowly.

Dinner was the main content of the program group. Several people were eating and chatting. At the end of the meal, before they had a good chat, they moved to the beach to chat on Yan Xiangshen's proposal. The dark clouds dispersed, the sky was full of stars, the sea breeze dissipated the heat of the day, and the waves gently beat the coast. Rich in food and clothing, and excellent scenery, this slow and comfortable pace of life is really cozy.

A bonfire was lit on the beach, and the flames reflected everyone's face, making the most gentle light. Zhou Jinshen, who hadn't spoken much since the show, also chatted with Zhang Zhiwei. An Xumo hugged his knees and listened. They were talking about Zhou Jinshen's upper movie.

"Artistic films do not have an advantage in the market, but I'm so serious, you won't suffer from this film." Zhang Zhiwei said, "Lin Rui talked with me, he said he didn't expect to meet such a young man Another explosive partner, Lin Rui has been telling me to praise you, saying that your performance is better than his performance in "Disappearing Train"."

Lin Rui is also a well-known actress, and "Disappearing Train" is his best actor film. Zhou Jinshen’s upper movie is a collaboration with Lin Rui, and the two have a lot of intersection in the plot.

Zhou Jin smiled faintly, his handsome face showed a different kind of tenderness against the firelight, Han Ming beside him has been looking sideways at him, but An Xumo only watched for a while , He moved his eyes away.

The stomach is full at a glance, warm and sweet.

Zhou Jinshen said: "It was Rui Ge who took care of me and made this movie. He also taught me a lot."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and said: "Lin Rui also had the opportunity of "Disappearing Train" that year, and that result was achieved. Shen, I will not say any kind words, your opportunity is indeed about to arrive."

Zhang Zhiwei's remarks are indeed confidant, and there is still a camera next to him. He said that, he must have spotted Zhou Jinshen. Yan Xiangshen smiled and said: "It's rare to see that Zhiwei is so boastful, you are so serious, if you really win the prize, don't forget to invite Zhiwei to eat."

"According to the words of the two teachers," Zhou Jin said with a smile, "I am waiting to invite everyone to dinner."

The atmosphere was great for a while, and a few people watched the night scene at the beach for a while, until the wind gradually cooled down, and they started to go back to the house.

The camera was put away, the bonfire was extinguished, and the beach without natural and artificial lights gradually dimmed. An Xumo went to the beach and picked up two shells. When he came back, he saw that the others had already cleaned up the ground and were about to go back. There was a slender figure standing alone, facing the sea.

An Xumo walked over on the beach, he walked not far from the man, but his steps slowly stopped.

The man who only saw the sea facing the sea was looking up at the calm and deep sea in the distance, and the light of stars cast down and fell on the corner of his eyebrows. The light on the coast has long dimmed, but the man's body looks like a solidified field, both cold and heavy.

Currently, Zhou Jinshen is very different from the man who handles shrimp threads and is skilled in washing dishes. Even the smile and warmth when chatting by the campfire have completely disappeared.

The camera moves away, and the mask peels off. An Xumo suddenly felt that this was the true appearance of the other party for no reason.