B-level director

Chapter 20

Cheng Tianlu wanted to find some reason to prevaricate, but fortunately at this time a beautiful sister came over and interrupted their conversation.The woman asked in a gentle and courteous tone: "Are the two gentlemen residents here?"

Then she sold them the hotel's membership stored value card, which included two nights' room, dinner and brunch buffet. "There is also a room for Christmas, and it can be arranged according to the ideas of the two of you." Seeing that they were unmoved, he added, "Tonight's room can be given to you two as an experience."

Cheng Tianlu: "Girl, the two of us play mahjong in the same room, and we can't get enough heads."

She responded immediately: "Then leave a contact information for the two of you, and we will inform you as soon as possible if there is any discount in our hotel."

Cheng Tianlu wanted to get rid of her quickly, so he planned to give her a business card, but Brother Qi rushed ahead and gave her his name and mobile phone number.The name is fake, and the phone number is naturally impossible to be real.

Girl smile, I'll call you now.Cheng Tianlu said with a smile: "Don't call, you know the phone number is made up randomly, save everyone's face."

The girl glared at them coldly, then grinned emotionlessly, turned around and left quickly.

Looking at her back, the two felt that her reaction was strange.

Put the detector back in your pocket all day long.Brother Qi didn't mention the matter of concealing the machine, and jumped to another more unexpected topic.

When the two of them were walking side by side in the corridor, Brother Qi asked, "You live alone?"

"Ah."

"I'll sleep at your house tonight."

"Ah?!" Cheng Tianlu stopped in his tracks.

Brother Qi smiled harmlessly: "Why don't we play mahjong, how about we watch movies together?"

That night, Cheng Tianlu brought Brother Qi back home.

How the whole thing happened, Cheng Tianlu couldn't tell why.Anyway, they each found an excuse to say goodbye to Uncle Hai, then met at the door, got into the same taxi, and returned to the brand new apartment on Chengtian Road.

This house, which has never been visited by outsiders, is a quiet space of more than 70 square meters, and it is illuminated by lights one after another.Brother Qi said as soon as he entered the door: "Your smell is not right here."

Cheng Tianlu sighed: "My lord, it's just like this after the renovation. You should have bought a card from the young lady just now, and now you're lying on the big bed in a five-star hotel drinking champagne—by the way, why don't you go back to your own home? "

"There is no peace at home."

"You have a dinosaur at home?"

"It's about the same, it's more fierce than a dinosaur," Qi Geer looked around, "You are so comfortable here."

"You can come to my house at ease, really!"

It's too late to drive Brother Qi away now, he doesn't know what's wrong with him, and it's just a matter of rejecting him.Thinking back, Brother Qi said that he was not peaceful, did he really encounter some trouble?Does it have something to do with that weird phone call?

But Qi Ge'er didn't look like being chased by someone at all, or even in someone else's house.He slumped down on the sofa unceremoniously, took off his coat and put it on the back of the sofa, and threw his socks on the carpet.

Seeing Brother Qi's behavior all day long, he knew that he was either living with his family or living with his girlfriend.

"You don't usually clean up by yourself, do you?"

"I'm busy, I don't have time to sleep. You clean up the house yourself? It's clean, but the smell is wrong."

Brother Qi said for the second time that the taste was wrong.The house is very pragmatically decorated, and there is not much chemical smell, so I asked all day long, "What smell?"

"There is no taste of popularity." Qi Ge'er said, stood up, and slowly walked towards the bookshelf that occupied the entire wall.Except for the bookshelves, there is not even a clock on the four walls. "Your house has one more layer of paint than the rough house. It's so boring to be bare. Let me paint something for you."

"No, I don't want to see a room full of strange-shaped headless ghost zombies."

Next to the bookshelf is a large desk with a laptop on which he works all day.The zombie picture is still pasted on the notebook, and it has become a little more fragile in the dry air in the north.Brother Qi easily pulled it off: "Hey, you even brought this with you. You said you don't like ghosts, don't you really like them?"

"This is used to ward off evil spirits." Cheng Tianlu cheekily argued.

Brother Qi took out a ballpoint pen from the pen holder, "I'll add another powerful character for you, and keep ghosts and monsters away from you."

Qi Geer began to draw beside the zombie.When he draws, it is completely different from directing and shooting on the set. He is very quiet and his hands are fast.

Cheng Tianlu leaned over to see what he drew.Brother Qi finished the painting in twos and threes, and asked, "Is it handsome?" The picture is a cowboy, and the toad mirror and outline look like Brother Qi himself.

The cowboy relaxedly pointed his gun at the zombie, and Qi Geer also raised his finger, pointing at Cheng Tianlu's forehead, "Bang bang!"

All day long, he took Qi Ge'er's finger, not happy: "I don't have a weapon, it's not fair."

Brother Qi thought about it, and he was right.He drew a water pipe for the zombie.

Cheng Tianlu laughed and scolded: "Soft."

Although very dissatisfied, he pasted the small drawing back on the notebook.

That night, they didn't watch the movie, and they didn't even chat a few words.

Cheng Tianlu asked Brother Qi to wash up first, and when he changed into a loose T-shirt and sweatpants and walked out of the living room, Brother Qi was already lying on the sofa.

He was bare-chested, and the buttons and zippers of his trousers were unbuttoned, revealing his white underwear generously.With his shirt covered his face, he slept carelessly.

Cheng Tianlu went back to the room to get the quilt, helped him cover three points, and then lifted the shirt over his face.

Brother Qi didn't even change his breathing rhythm.Without the cover of sunglasses, hat and heterochromatic eyes, he slept cleanly and defenseless.Cheng Tianlu thought to himself, Geer Qi is probably the kind of species who can sleep to death with a flat surface.

He squatted in front of Qi Ge'er, looked at him for a long time, then stretched out his fingers to touch his forehead, and said in an extremely soft voice: "Bang bang. Are you still a cowboy hunter like you? Don't be caught by jackals. It's good to eat."

He stood up and turned off the light.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a lot of indescribable substances around, filling the empty and narrow house just around the corner.

The next morning, Cheng Tianlu was awakened by his biological clock.

Walking out of the room, the sofa is already empty.The quilt was placed on the armrest of the sofa, and it was folded carelessly, but it was folded after all.The doorbell rang, and from the cat's eye, it was Brother Qi who had packed breakfast.He was holding fried dough sticks and soy milk in both hands, and stuffed some pickles casually into the misty plastic bag.

"It's pretty early."

"Woke up hungry, I just drank and didn't eat anything last night."

Cheng Tianlu has known Brother Qi for a while, but he has never seen him eat, so it turns out that Brother Qi is also hungry.

Not only did Brother Qi eat, but he was still sitting at the dining table in his house. The sunlight came in through the glass window and sprinkled on half of Qi Ge'er's body, even the small mole on the left ear was clearly visible.An innocent person, without any sense of weirdness, just an ordinary man, eating breakfast comfortably, as if at his own home.

Brother Qi bit the fritters, and found that Cheng Tianlu was staring at him again, and stopped holding up the chopsticks, "Mr. Editor-in-Chief, why are you looking at me again?"

Cheng Tianlu came back to his senses, his heart beat wildly several times.He had always had a reason to stare at Brother Qi before, but this time he didn't even realize it, so his eyes were naturally fixed on Brother Qi.Even though he was thick-skinned, he had to find an excuse to cover it up, "Look at your delicious food. Why don't you eat in the store?"

"Didn't you not eat last night, I'm afraid you will be hungry."

All day long, the heart was so sad, and the smile crawled on his face, and he couldn't hide it.He remembered one more thing: "I've been here for three months, and I haven't eaten at this table yet."

"Having a mess every day?"

"No way, the most annoying thing is to eat with a bunch of people. If you can't go, you don't go. Usually, you can eat a piece of bread at work."

Qi Geer gave him a fried dough stick, and said sympathetically, "Why do you look like an empty-nest old man?" He thought that with Cheng Tianlu's character and conditions, he must be surrounded by a group of people, but he didn't expect that his life was worse than that of a monk. white.

"Me, an autistic person."

Brother Qi smiled.

"Don't laugh, it's true. When I was young, I was ignorant, thinking that being a reporter was just asking questions, writing, and just doing my own thing. In the end, I became a social butterfly."

"This courtesan does a good job, everyone loves it."

"That's it," Cheng Tianlu laughed at himself, "I'm good at anything I have to work hard to force myself to do. What I want to do in my job is so-so."

"What do you want to do?"

Cheng Tianlu got excited and brought Qi Geer a few books, all of which were his interviews on economic topics. Accumulated over the years, they turned into a small series.It's just that the editor's work is too energy-intensive. On the one hand, he enjoys the benefits of the position of editor-in-chief, but he also loses precious time for research and writing. "I just want to quit my job one day, be a freelance reporter, and go back to write reports."

"Is it a reportage full of words?"

Tianlu was amused, "It's not full of words, could it be possible to use ideas to convey information?" Seeing Geer Qi staring at the cover with ecstasy, he felt incredible, "You really can't read?"

"Recognize a few, Cheng-Tian-Lu," he said while touching the cover, "Your parents are really capable, the name is well chosen, and I know every word."

Cheng Tianlu didn't know if Brother Qi was joking, but it was certain that Brother Qi didn't like reading characters, not even subtitles, otherwise he wouldn't have to find someone to go to the dressing room to teach him plays.

"Can you give me these books?"

"look?"

"Don't look, eat instant noodles and use it to cushion the table."

"Fuck!" Cheng Tianlu cursed, but he was happy in his heart, Brother Qi neatly stacked the books, as if he was playing with some treasure.

He knew that Brother Qi would not read these books, just like he would not go to see Brother Qi's movies at all.If you repel, just repel, this does not prevent the two of them from sitting in the sun and eating quietly.

Brother Qi ordered: "Eat quickly, I came back from a 100-meter sprint, just because I was afraid that the fritters would not be crispy."

Cheng Tianlu ate it obediently, the crunchy one was still salty, he couldn't taste it at all.For the first time, it occurred to him that it would be nice for someone to buy himself breakfast.

He hadn't felt cared for for a long time.

The author says:

There is a recent example of what a B-movie is.The little pig thing is very B-level, not talking about multiplayer sports or breaking news, the most B-level feeling is Zhang Yuqi cutting octopus.No matter how righteous her motives are, she still gives people a heretical sense of violence, which is very dark.After this incident is over, the cut octopus will become a visual record of this chaotic period. There will be many interpretations, but there is no need for interpretation. The cheap, direct, and destructive expression is already in the air.