I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

At seven o'clock in the morning, Guan Zhongyun was already awake.

Getting up from the bed, he glanced at the time and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

I still get up late...

If under normal circumstances, he would wake up at six by himself, which has been the case for many years.

Forget what a celebrity said, people don't need to sleep so much when they are alive, because after death they will have a lot of time to sleep.

Guan Zhongyun has always been regarded as a model and never sleeps too much.

After getting up in bed, Guan Zhongyun put on his clothes lightly, and then walked out lightly.

While getting dressed, Chen Mu next to him turned over, Guan Zhongyun couldn't help stopping his hands and feet, for fear of waking the young man.

When Chen Mu turned over and fell asleep again, he started to whistle softly in his nose, and Guan Zhongyun smiled silently and continued walking outside.

He likes this young man very much. He is energetic, energetic, serious in doing things, talking...well, he can talk to anyone, even Yuanyuan, a little assistant who has always been known to be troublesome to the outside world, can also chat together. It's a rare affinity exploding table.

After having a drink last night, Guan Zhongyun knew that he was not the only person who liked this young man.

After washing, Guan Zhongyun walked outdoors wearing a down jacket and began to move his hands and feet.

At this time, the night's cold has not cleared, and the dry air still carries a deep chill.

Guan Zhongyun has already adapted a bit. It feels that although there is a big temperature difference between day and night here, compared to the hot and humid weather in the south of Daxia, when it is cold, it makes people feel so cold that there is nowhere to escape, and when it is hot, it makes people feel tired. It was so hot with water all over, it was much better.

After the physical activity started, Guan Zhongyun began to formally practice.

Hands, eyes, body, method, and step are the five methods for physical training. Singing, chanting, playing, and sure are the four skills for stage performance. These "four skills and five methods" were learned by Guan Zhongyun from a senior in the opera industry. What I arrived at was not a secret book that could not be spread, and many people knew it.

In fact, for actors, they don't have high requirements for practice, but Guan Zhongyun feels that it can not only exercise the body, but also help his performance, so he has been persistent.

Soon it was half past seven. The Uighur old man came riding on a donkey. He first greeted Guan Zhongyun, and then tied the donkey with his limping legs.

Guan Zhongyun has been staring at the lame Uighur old man. This does not mean discrimination or anything else. It is entirely due to his occupational disease. He wants to observe how the lame man walks and try to figure out the movements and behavior of the characters for future performances. Collect material.

When the Uyghur old man came back, Guan Zhongyun carefully retracted his gaze, not daring to look again.

"Man, good morning."

The old Uighur took out a naan from his big cloth pocket and handed it to Guan Zhongyun: "My family made naan, I brought you one, you can try it."

"Thank you!"

Guan Zhongyun was not welcome, took the naan, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

From the contact in the past few days, Guan Zhongyun and the Uighur old man have become friends. Knowing the family background of this Uighur compatriot, he asked: "How is the body of Sister Gu Li? This naan... isn't she doing it? Well, you have to persuade her to rest more and not to move."

The Uyghur old man shook his head: "No, no, this was made by Reyihan. Guli's body is already well, but Reyihan does not let her work, she still complains about being too idle."

The Uyghur elderly began to get busy preparing for the opening of the gas station. Guan Zhongyun was eating the naan while chatting with him. After a while, the villagers of Yakash Village came one after another.

"Aji, why are you here, where is Reheman?"

The Uighur old man saw a one-eyed old man and couldn't help asking.

The one-eyed old man smiled a little embarrassedly, and said, "Reheman is sick. Today I will work for him."

The Uyghur old man frowned, "I tell you, it's okay to come to work, but if you want me to see you being lazy, don't blame me for scolding you in front of everyone."

The one-eyed old man hurriedly promised: "No, no, I won't be lazy if I can earn money."

Guan Zhongyun didn't understand Uighur, and felt that the one-eyed old man was a little strange, so he asked the Uighur old man, "Who is this?"

He has been working in the forest farm these days and has gotten to know the villagers who come to the forest farm to help.

Although he is a big star outside, there are not many people who know he is the actor here, so the villagers only treat him as an ordinary person, and there is no pressure to get along with him.

The Uyghur old man said: "That man was Reheman's father. When he was young, he was a bastard in our village. He sneaked and raped and didn't do good things. Today, Reheman is ill. He is here to work. "

Guan Zhongyun went to various places to collect customs all the year round, and when he saw so-called rural bastards, he naturally knew what their virtues were, so he nodded and didn't ask much.

He doesn't care much about things in the forest farm, but he has inquired clearly in the past few days. The forest farm is Chen Mu's own work. The villagers are invited to work in order to give the villagers more income.

There are more than sixty people here every day, and each person has to pay eighty yuan, which is five thousand a day. For people in the countryside, this is not a small amount of money.

Guan Zhongyun also heard that Chen Mu paid his own money to donate a school, which is under construction, which is why he likes this young man from the bottom of his heart.

On the surface, although Chen Mu is a bit tired and lazy, it seems to be a little bad, but it is only on the surface. As long as he understands what he has done, he knows what his foundation is like. People out.

Soon, the villagers entered the forest farm one after another and began to work.

"Brother Aizmati, I heard that Chen Mu's parents didn't have this forest farm before, right?"

While working, Guan Zhongyun inquired about Chen Mu.

The Uighur old man’s legs are not good and he doesn’t do heavy work. Most of the time he just moves the saplings and supervises other people. So when he heard Guan Zhongyun’s question, he took a break and replied, “Yes, the forest farm was made by Xiaomu alone. Young people who have gone to college are knowledgeable and can do anything. If it weren’t for him, our forestry company would not be able to get it, and everyone would not be able to make money. Well, even the head of Zhen praised him as a good guy."

Guan Zhongyun could hear the pride from the words of the Uighur old man. After all, he already regarded Chen Mu as his own child, and said that he would not hesitate to block guns for him.

The other villagers of Yakash Village may not have such deep feelings for Chen Mu, but they also trust and appreciate Chen Mu, which can be known from their usual simple words.

"Xiaomu is a good boy. If it weren't for the farmhouse he made, how could our village live the good life it is?"

"I have never seen such a good Xia guy. He has been in college and has great abilities. Therefore, children still have to read books to be like Xiaomu in the future."

"If I had a girl, I would marry him. Tsk tsk, there will be such a son-in-law, you will never worry about it for a lifetime, don't you?"