Chapter 50 Han Zhou: The end of the world is coming!
While Han Zhou was eating, Ye Manyi was posing there.
Eat very elegantly, ladylike.
Han Zhou: "Not delicious? That's right, this barbecue is not as good as the skewers in the Northeast, nor as good as the baba barbecue in Shudu."
Ye Manyi smiled charmingly: "Not bad."
Han Zhou didn't care and swept away everything in his path.
Ye Manyi was extremely frantic: I haven’t eaten yet! Ahhhhh!
However, in order to maintain her "charm", Ye Manyi remained calm.
Han Zhou ate and drank beer.
Now that I don’t feel cold anymore, I start to act up again.
"Gulp~Gulp~Ton ton ton~"
'belch!'
After drinking, Han Zhou burped.
Ye Manyi smiled: "Han Zhou, what kind of status do you want to see for my character?"
Han Zhou thought for a moment and gave an answer: "In this movie, the male protagonist and several professors had an academic discussion."
“So the discussion atmosphere was very intense and everyone was very serious.”
"And the female lead is different from the second female lead."
"The second female lead needs to show curiosity, because with her knowledge, she can't understand all the conversations, but she is very curious about the hero's story."
“But the heroine has to act beyond the story.”
"Because the heroine is not concerned with the hero's story, but with the hero himself."
"This will create a strong contrast and prevent the play from becoming a documentary."
Ye Manyi: "So, I should act intelligent and infatuated?"
"No." Han Zhou: "You have to be feminine, charming, considerate, and a good listener."
"So, your face may become stiff from smiling for the next few days."
“It’s difficult to maintain a confident smile, a loving look in the eyes, and an attractive but not coquettish figure to fit the profile of a university teacher.”
Ye Manyi took a deep breath: He really looks down on my acting skills!
Han Zhou raised his head and said, "Boss, check out."
After paying the money, Han Zhou and Ye Manyi crossed the road together and walked to the minibus.
Han Zhou paused with a smile: "I'm really sorry to bother you today, otherwise I would have frozen to death on the roadside."
"Thanks."
Ye Manyi leaned against the minibus, turned her head, and the wind blew, lifting her hair.
Although it is winter, the scenery is full of charm.
The figure cannot be hidden at all.
"Would you like me to come up and sit down?"
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head: "That's right, go up and sit down, I'm being rude."
"But after I rented this house, I never lived in it myself."
"Not much."
Today, Han Zhou's bed in the company belongs to Zhang Jiuquan, so Han Zhou can only return to the rental house.
Ye Manyi smiled and said, "Being an actor in the entertainment industry is like this, the whole world is your home."
Which serious actor stays at home every day? Waiting for a job?
After entering the residential complex, Han Zhou was not very familiar with the place, so he groped his way into the complex and searched for the building in the dark.
Then I got into the elevator.
Ye Manyi pulled up her scarf and lowered her hat. With her status, she definitely didn't want to be captured on camera and have the video posted online.
On the fifth floor, when he reached the door, Han Zhou took out the key and opened it.
A small one-bedroom apartment.
The home appliances and furniture are complete, even luxurious.
Although the facade of Hanzhou Company is shabby, the rented house is very good.
If you don't spend your money, isn't that ridiculous? Of course you should rent yourself the best apartment.
Be frugal and concentrate on doing great things? That's just deceiving yourself. There won't be many Liu Xuande in this world... Of course, there won't be many Cao Mengde either, but Cao Mengde's spirit will live forever.
Even Liu Xuande said, "After fighting all your life, can't you enjoy yourself? Let's continue the music and dance!"
However, so far, there is nothing that belongs to me in this luxurious apartment.
Only after I rented the house did I buy bedding and blankets, and I didn’t even unpack them.
I also bought a guitar and a bass and hung them on the wall.
The only thing that belongs to Han Zhou personally is probably the broom and garbage shovel hygiene set.
"You really haven't lived here before! The quilt cover is still unpacked and placed on the sofa in the living room?"
Ye Manyi looked around.
Han Zhou took the kettle to boil water and answered, "After renting the house, I was writing a script at the company and didn't go home."
"Also, Chen Xiaoyong was living in the company at the time. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to live in the apartment alone?"
Ye Manyi: "Can you let Chen Xiaoyong stay with you temporarily?"
Han Zhou: "At least the company has beds. Why let him sleep on the sofa here? It's better for him to stay in the company! Besides, he has a mission."
Mission? Ye Manyi had no idea what the mission was.
How could she have imagined that Chen Xiaoyong's task was to guard the camera.
Ye Manyi: "Then why don't you just rent him a house?"
Han Zhou covered his heart.
My heart aches when I think of this!
"I need money too!"
"In order to make this movie, I didn't dare to touch a single cent of the money I had."
Ye Manyi saw Han Zhou go to boil water, then go find cups to wash them, busying herself up and down.
So he looked around and finally saw the quilt.
Open the quilt and help Han Zhou roll up the sheets.
"Oh, a man living alone..."
Live worse than a dog.
After a while, Han Zhou poured out two glasses of water and said awkwardly, "No tea, no drinks."
"I do have coffee, but I left it at the office."
Han Zhou took some coffee beans from Wang Xiya, but the thing didn't have a machine to grind the coffee beans, so he couldn't drink it.
Ye Manyi shook her head: "It's okay, drinking water is fine."
As he said this, he simply tapped his forehead elegantly with the back of his hand: "I adjusted the quilt and moved around a bit, and I actually felt a little warm."
After she finished speaking, Ye Manyi took off her coat, revealing her graceful figure and the white skirt underneath the coat.
Without the coat, Ye Manyi wore a white above-the-knee skirt, a flesh-colored see-through leggings, and a pair of long boots and high heels.
I changed my posture, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, posing.
Little guy, I'll slip away once you take the bait, hehe.
Han Zhou excitedly went under the radiator and said, "I have floor heating and radiators installed here, so of course it's hot! If it's not hot, my money won't be wasted!"
“That’s not common in the South.”
“That’s why the rent for this apartment is so expensive!”
“It’s expensive for a reason.”
Ye Manyi was dumbfounded when she saw that Han Zhou didn't even look at her twice and was just studying the heater.
Am I really not attractive at all?
If she asked Han Zhou honestly, Han Zhou would definitely tell her: Beautiful aunt, we don’t need to make an appointment.
Han Zhou is not a star-chaser, nor is he a native of this world.
If he were a 22-year-old native of this world, in the budding period of puberty, which happened to be the time when Ye Manyi was at her most popular, he would definitely like Ye Manyi very much. Even if he was not her fan, he would at least covet her beauty.
But Han Zhou is not like that. When Han Zhou looks at the memories of this world, it’s just like looking at a story.
So Han Zhou doesn't like Ye Manyi, not in the sense of liking her in a fan-chasing sense.
Han Zhou also doesn't like Ye Manyi. In terms of love between men and women, Han Zhou still prefers young ones.
If someone else comes, for example, Chen Dayong or Chen Xiaoyong.
For example, Zhang Jiuquan and Wei Yuan.
Who wouldn’t fall at Ye Manyi’s feet?
Of course, if it was Wei Yuan, he would not dare to be so direct. After all, Chen Dayong secretly told Han Zhou that Wei Yuan's wife had a family heirloom, the Sixteen-Road Tiger and Crane Double Form.
After Han Zhou studied the floor heating for ten minutes, Ye Manyi made her final struggle tonight.
"It's so late. It's already very late to drive back to the hotel. Can I sleep at your place tonight?"
After saying that, Ye Manyi cast a wink at Han Zhou.
Han Zhou looked at Ye Manyi seriously and said apologetically: "It's quite late, and you can't even open your eyes. Then you sleep on the sofa and I'll sleep on the bed!"
Ye Manyi: “???”
"!!!"
Han Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Well, you sleep on the bed and I sleep on the floor. I want to enjoy the floor heating!"
This is the first time in my life that I enjoy floor heating!
The hotels I stayed in before in Yanjing basically all had heating, which was different from the floor heating in the south, so Han Zhou wanted to try something new.
Ye Manyi: “???”
I've only been out of the entertainment industry for half a year. Is it wrong to flirt with someone? No, it should be right, right?
At night, lying on the bed, Ye Manyi looked at the ceiling and doubted her life.
"I'm such a big beautiful lady, right here, and you're lying on the floor outside studying the floor heating?"
He even lay on the floor rather than climb into my, Ye Manyi's, bed?
Have I, Ye Manyi, fallen to this point?
If Han Zhou knew what she was thinking, he would definitely tell her: Get lost, this is my bed!
Late in the evening, Ye Manyi felt what emo was.
Failure, life is like this, so boring, what's the meaning of living, such a poor woman.
I don’t know when Ye Manyi fell asleep.
…
morning.
Ye Manyi got up, put on her coat, walked into the living room, and found Han Zhou fiddling with the computer on the dining table.
Ye Manyi could tell at a glance that Han Zhou was making music.
"By the way, the songs you wrote don't sound stiff if you use electronic music instead of real musicians to perform them?"
The advantage of using a computer to make music is that it is convenient, but the disadvantage is that it is rigid and mechanical.
When performing live, you can use very subtle rhythm differences, vibrato and other things to express emotions.
When there are more things like this, music will naturally have a soul.
Computers don't do that.
Han Zhou: “No money.”
Han Zhou is currently working on film soundtracks.
During the filming of "This Man From Earth", Han Zhou had to compose more than a dozen pieces of music.
Although this movie didn't cost much, it has a lot of music, most of which is free music, and of course the quality is not good.
And Han Zhou will add a lot of music to it.
First of all, Han Zhou has listened to a lot of instrumental music from home and abroad, which may not be useful in the future. When else would he use them if not in making a movie?
Secondly, the original version was indeed poor when it was filmed and could not afford good music, but Han Zhou could use good music without spending any money and even make money, so he used it decisively.
Han Zhou is currently working on "Protectors of the Earth", a non-singing version of the musical instrument.
This song can also be translated into "Defender of the Earth".
Of course, in foreign countries now this word does not mean the earth, and should be translated into "Cave Guardian".
Maybe after this movie, there will be one more translation note?
"it is done."
Han Zhou transferred the music to his phone, turned it on, put on headphones, and started listening: "We have to go to the company to pick up Chen Xiaoyong and his friends, and then go to the hotel to pick up people. Soon you will have no hotel to stay in. We have to stay in the suburbs for the next few days to finish filming the movie."
Ye Manyi was speechless: "You talk as if I've stayed in a hotel before."
Han Zhou pointed to the table and said, "There are no towels, toothbrushes or cups. Please use the water cup."
"I have to make all the music these days. I have to do it whenever I have free time. I'm sorry for the poor hospitality."
Han Zhou stretched and walked towards the balcony.
Ye Manyi would not wash her face now, because she did not remove her makeup last night.
The makeup on her face is no longer good-looking, but it can't be washed off with water. Ye Manyi has to wait for her assistant to bring her makeup remover and makeup tools, and then go to the set to do these things.
Han Zhou, who was listening to music with headphones on, stretched and walked to the window. He just took a look outside, took a step back in panic, and closed the curtains in seconds!
Han Zhou pulling the curtains also alarmed Ye Manyi. Ye Manyi was stunned for a moment and subconsciously thought that there were paparazzi outside.
Oh no, I have never been involved in any love rumors, and now I have stayed at Han Zhou’s house for a whole night. No matter how I tell others about it, I won’t be able to explain it clearly!
Han Zhou, at the window, opened a crack and looked down, trembling with excitement: "There is such a thing?!"
"I've waited for so long and finally today! I've waited for so long and finally my dream has come true!"
Ye Manyi was stunned for a moment. Why did Han Zhou speak like he was writing lyrics?
Ye Manyi also approached the window: "What's wrong? Paparazzi?"
Han Zhou raised his finger: "Shh!"
After saying that, he made way a little: "Look!"
“Zombies!!!”
Ye Manyi looked downstairs, her pupils dilated!
At this moment, downstairs, there were more than a dozen zombies wandering in the community garden!
These zombies have pale faces, bruises on their bodies, tattered clothes, and dried blood!
The walking posture is weird and crooked.
Han Zhou turned around and thought: "In the current situation, we must stockpile supplies to prepare for the end of the world!"
"I have nothing here. I must take the risk and go to the store downstairs. If I don't go, I will starve to death!"
"These zombies move slowly, I can definitely come back safely!"
As he was talking, Han Zhou went to look for something, and finally found a rolling pin, and then a thick rubber tube left over from the renovation in the kitchen.
After searching for a long time, I found a helmet, which might be a broken motorcycle helmet that the previous tenant did not take away.
Looking at the hole on the helmet, it must be because someone attacked him from behind while fishing.
After getting dressed, Han Zhou looked at Ye Manyi deeply:
"I'm going. Don't open the door until I come back!"
After saying that, Han Zhou excitedly opened the door and went out.
After Han Zhou left, Ye Manyi stood by the window in a daze, and pulled open the curtains again to take a look.
Following the direction the zombies were walking, Ye Manyi tilted her head to look at the area that was previously blocked by the window frame.
A film photography team is busy here.
Ye Manyi: “…”
After a while, Ye Manyi came back to her senses and saw from the window that Han Zhou was standing facing a group of zombies with a rubber tube in his left hand and a rolling pin in his right hand.
At this time, Han Zhou turned up the volume of his headphones to the maximum.
At this time, the stage manager downstairs shouted, "Hey! What are you doing? It's a mistake! Who is it? He's in the picture, he's in the picture, take him out!"
Han Zhou turned up the volume of "Earth Defender" to the maximum, waving a rolling pin and a rubber tube: "Come on!"
"Kill!"
Han Zhou was wearing headphones and probably turned up the music to the maximum, so he couldn't hear Ye Manyi's shouting that could be heard on the fifth floor.
"What are you doing!"
"Who is that?! Where did this lunatic come from?"
"Fuck, why are you hitting people? Security! Security!"
"Hurry up and save him! Stagehand, are you watching the show?"
"Oh shit!"
At this time, Han Zhou fought bravely and was very excited.
Before the song was over, Han Zhou would never have known that the zombies were talking and shouting with their mouths wide open, not roaring:
"Fuck, brother, what are you doing!"
“Ouch, it hurts!”
"Ah, are you hitting on the waist?"
"This bastard!"
And Han Zhou:
"I'll beat you to death!"
"I'm fucking killing!"
Ye Manyi took a deep breath and said, "Forget it, Ye Manyi, ah Ye Manyi, it's normal that you can't attract a mentally ill person. It's abnormal if you attract one. Give up, give up."
In Han Zhou's previous life, no one in the country was making zombie movies, so Han Zhou subconsciously didn't realize that there was a... zombie movie crew downstairs.
