Superstar starts from the Film and Television Academy

Xie Buchen lit a fire: "Go to my house and rest today."

Jia Youqian put out the cigarette and took a long breath: "Okay, let's drink a glass of wine at night to sleep, dog days, busy one night a lens are not used, but also scared a cold sweat."

In Jia Youqian thought, Xie Buchen drive a Wuling Shenguang, home estimate place is not generous, has been ready to hit the ground, but to Xie Buchen home, suddenly stunned: "I drop a good boy, old Xie, together you are only a landlord ah."

After the excitement, Jia Youqian strangled Xie Buchen's neck viciously: "You kid deliberately it, look down on who it is, so rich, but also drive a broken Wuling Shenguang, seemingly you low-key, right?"

Xie Buchen coughs twice after breaking free: "Roll the calf, this house is our old man's, I'm really poor now, and besides, what's wrong with Wuling Shen Guang, you can't look down on this car, do you know what car sales are the best dry now?"

"Don't you tell me it's this stupid car?" Jia Youqian was full of disbelief.

"It's true, don't look at the car is not upscale, but look at the group of salesmen who sold the car which is not like a grandson when you pay money? The Wuling Divine Light is different, you can buy it or not if you like, it's always been a master from start to finish." Xie Bu Cheng said about his own personal experience.

Okay, you win, it's only the first day, and Jia Youqian feels like his worldview is about to be destroyed.

Xie Buchen didn't have any white wine at home, but there was a lot of wine, and Han Fei and Jia Youqian didn't know much about it, so Xie Buchen casually took a bottle and the three of them drank it.

At first, they chatted quite high, wine, wine strength comes slowly, a bottle of belly seems to have room, but when they drank the second bottle, the three of them were no longer able to, directly on the sofa to sleep overnight.

The next day, they woke up at noon, washed up and drove all the way to the train station, waiting for the traffic light at the intersection, a father and daughter knocked on the window with dust on their faces, saying they couldn't get on the train because it was about to leave and they wanted a ride.

The real reason was probably because they couldn't afford to spend money on a cab, so they tried their luck here, and they must have been rejected by many people before until they met their three new student boys.

"Thank you, Yan'er, quickly thank the three brothers." As soon as the middle-aged man got on the bus, he hugged his daughter and rubbed his hands for a while.

The girl looked to be about seven or eight years old, a small face frozen red and lips somewhat chapped, smiling pleasingly at Han Fei and saying thank you.

During the chat, Han Fei learned that the father and daughter were from Qianzhou, and the girl's mother said she had come to work in Yangcheng when she was three years old and had never gone back, and the middle-aged man seemed to have gotten over it when he said it, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

"It's not really her fault, the family is so poor that they can't even afford to build a decent tiled house."

But Xie Bu Cheng asked in a tone of inexplicable sadness, "Then, didn't you ever think of looking for her? Maybe it's not what you think, but she was in some kind of trouble, or had an accident, and that's why she didn't go back?"

"Don't look for le, a few years ago I have looked all over le, all the folks I have asked le, they all say they are running with someone le, I now want to take the doll to live a good life, make money to pay for her education le." The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Han Fei three people looked at each other, no reason for a heartache, look at the previous girl's skilled bowing action, I guess it's not the first time to do this, maybe they have been doing this in previous years, if no one is willing to give them a free ride, they will walk all the way to the train station.

From where they went to the train station to take a bus is estimated to cost only eight yuan, a taxi about fifty yuan, this seemingly insignificant amount of money in the eyes of the three is nothing at all, if they did not meet the father and daughter, they still think so, after all, 9012 years well, many netizens are ridiculously soon to be wiped out as poor people, this money can do?

But for this father and daughter, the savings was the girl's tuition, the hope of their family.

Jia Youqian suddenly asked the little girl, "Do you miss your mother?"

The girl looked at her father timidly and nodded her head carefully, "Want to."

Jia Youqian patted the DV he had been holding in his arms, "So, will my brother record it for you and help you find your mother?"

"Yes!" The girl finally smiled a sweet smile that was completely different from the smile she had been pleading for, a smile that was so pure that it was impossible to look directly at her.

Han Fei, however, felt clogged in his chest as if something had been hammered into him.

Under Jia Youqian's teaching, the little girl told her situation to the DV camera, perhaps for the first time facing the camera, the little girl seemed nervous and stumbled, but Jia Youqian didn't let her re-record it, and under everyone's encouraging eyes, the little girl finally spoke her father's phone number clearly.

"Uncle, can you not change your phone number? We will help her find her mother." Han Fei said pleadingly.

In the train station parking lot, the middle-aged man held the hands of the three Han Fei men and sincerely said thank you, but also refused the money that the three men put in his hands.

"No, I can't take this money, otherwise how else can I teach Yan'er to be an upright person le in the future, I can't stand up for the rest of my life."

There was once a saying that said: one cannot trample on the dignity of others while doing a good deed, seeing the backs of Yan'er's father and daughter far away, Han Fei suddenly understood the meaning of this saying.

Jia Youqian suddenly slapped his thigh, "Son of a bitch, this film, I must let everyone see it!"

Xie Bu Cheng nodded silently, and the three of them looked at each other, and suddenly felt their shoulders, unprecedentedly heavy.

Chapter 53: Trouble Finding the Police.

There was plenty of daylight and naturally there was no need for fill lights and backlight panels, Han Fei and Xie Buchen simply didn't take them out of the trunk, but considering last night's predicament, Xie Buchen drove ahead to purchase a battery, while Han Fei was holding a small notebook and doing the work of field notes.

There are still about twenty days to go before the Spring Festival, so the Yangcheng Railway Station is not yet at its peak, but even so, the daily number of passengers is still in the millions, so there are still many passengers lining up at the station square every day, and there is definitely no shortage of material.

After learning from last night's experience, Jia Youqian and Han Fei decided to take a pack of cigarettes and chat about the shooting.

But even then, there was quite a lot of trouble encountered, after all, everyone was out and about, and many passengers had been indoctrinated that the train station was a gathering place for various criminal gangs, and most people were quite defensive of them.

"Alas, comrade police, that's them, these two people have been spinning their ghostly heads for a long time, and they've been chatting up people whenever they see them, they're not good people at a glance, you can check them out carefully."

"Yeah, they just handed me a cigarette, who knows what was in that cigarette?"

More and more travelers gathered around, and for a time the crowd was outraged, as if everyone remembered what they had been through at the train station, and Han Fei and Jia Youqian, two unlucky people, became the fuse that ignited their anger.

"No, I ........"

"We ........."

At this time, Han Fei and Jia Youqian even though there are ten mouths can not say it, the middle-aged policeman seems to be very experienced, a look quickly made a downward gesture: "Everyone calm down, things I will investigate clearly, will never let go of a bad person, you two come with me."

Got it, Han Fei's heart was so depressed, Hopefully, he's a bad guy? Jia Youqian also hung his head like a defeated rooster, completely lacking the enthusiasm of the chicken he had just beaten.

Arriving at the police station, Han Fei and Jia Youqian were brought to a table where the middle-aged policeman smiled at them, "Sit."

Jia Youqian hurriedly explained, "No, Uncle Policeman, we really aren't bad people."

The middle-aged cop still had a kind smile on his face, "Don't get excited yet, sit down and talk."

Han Fei patted Jia Youqian's shoulder, gesturing for him to sit down, and reiterated, "Police uncle, they've misunderstood, we're really good people."

The middle-aged policeman smiled and spread his hands, "I know."

"Know?" Han Fei and Jia Youqian, for a moment, didn't understand what he meant by that, whether he really believed them, or was it interrogating the prisoner's words.

The middle-aged policeman poured them two cups of water: "I've been a policeman here for twenty years, and I deal with hundreds of disputes every day, if I don't have this kind of eyesight, I can't finish dealing with them even if I exhaust myself to death."

"This outfit of yours is worth a few thousand dollars, wearing such an outfit to the train station to cheat, not only can you not win the sympathy of migrant workers, but also easily cause the mentality of hatred of the rich? Figure of what? Besides, doesn't a handsome young man like that do anything faster than this for money?"

Jia You Qian muttered, "I'm actually pretty handsome too, okay."

Han Fei gave him a speechless stare: are you stupid? You think it's a compliment, don't you?

The middle-aged cop pointed to the DV camera that Jia Youqian had been holding, "You're this?"

Jia Youqian pulled out his student ID from his bosom and handed it over, "Police uncle, I'm actually a director, this time I just want to use the winter break to make a documentary."

The middle-aged policeman took a look at it and was happy, "Ooh, a highly talented student of Beijing Film, then you must not be a big director in the future?"

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this. ........

I have to say that the sign of the Jing Ying is still very useful, and the attitude of the middle-aged policeman became extra friendly after he confirmed the identity of the two of them.