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Chapter 17 The slut
"Ok?"

"Run that far?"

"Don't come back empty-handed!" Zhang Jianya said as he calculated in his head, "It's more than 2,000 kilometers, it will take us more than two days to take the train, and five days for the round trip. If we come back empty-handed, you must treat me to a meal?"

"Okay, please!"

"Then let's go." Zhang Jianya nodded with satisfaction, and then started chatting with Huang Ze, "Hey, how did you know that there is a child we need in Harbin?"

"I have a friend……"

"You have friends in Harbin?" Zhang Jianya said in disbelief, "Why haven't I heard of them?"

"Then you have heard about my singing, right?"

"I've heard about that." Zhang Jianya nodded. "Who in the entire factory doesn't know your reputation as singer Huang?"

“Do you know how many letters I receive from listeners?”

Huang Ze gestured, "Sacks this high, two sacks!"

"I just carried it back from there a few days ago."

“This is just over a month’s supply!”

There was no place to put it at home, so I had to put it on the bed reserved for my eldest brother.

At that time, Huang Ze was thinking, if a year passed, would the house of more than 50 square meters still be able to accommodate it?
He, Zheng Yuanjie, bought a courtyard house to store readers' letters.

Should I also buy a house to store my fan letters?

There are not many courtyard houses in Shanghai, so you can buy a small Western-style house.

"Wow!" Zhang Jianya took a breath, "If your new album becomes popular, how many letters will you get? You can make a lot of money by selling waste paper."

"..." Huang Ze didn't know what to say, so he could only say, "Lao Zhang, you are different from others!"

"What's different?"

“Everything is different.”

"Okay, I won't chat with you anymore." Seeing Gong Xian walking towards him with his hands behind his back, Huang Ze fully demonstrated what it means that women are like sisters and brothers are like clothes!
Of course, Huang Ze didn’t know whether they were the centipede’s limbs or not.

It depends on the status.

Schrodinger's siblings.

"Wow! My sister-in-law is here!" Zhang Jianya teased with a smile.

"Yeah." Gong Xian walked in front of Huang Ze, but his hands were still behind his back, "Bend a little? I'll give you something."

"Oh." Huang Ze did as he was told.

Then a white scarf was wrapped around Huang Ze's neck.

Zhang Jianya was stunned. He looked at Huang Ze and then at Gong Xian. "You two are so in sync? He just told me that he was going to Harbin, and you sent me the scarf."

"Going to Harbin?"

“Find an actor.”

"Oh, then you should wear more clothes. It's very cold there. It's cold here in winter, but it's not cold enough to kill people. It would be strange if there weren't several people freezing to death there every year."

"Don't worry. If all else fails, I can just ask for the military coat my grandfather wore when he was in the Northeast."

Of course, this is just talk.

Huang Ze doesn't like wearing that thing either.

Isn't a leather jacket more stylish than a military coat these days?
Huang Ze went and bought one immediately.

The next day, when I went to the train station with Zhang Jianya, that guy couldn't help but spit at me, "You are such a show-off."

After cursing, seeing that Huang Ze was wearing a very handsome leather jacket, he couldn't help but ask, "What brand?"

"It's a brand. Pierre Cardin."

Huang Ze couldn't help but tease Zhang Jianya when he saw her look.

"And I have a foundation for this."

"In 79, three Pierre Cardin models rode bicycles to show clothes in Beijing. Do you remember that?"

"Yes, I've heard of it. What's the matter?"

“Same style!”

"I..." Zhang Jianya clenched his fist, "I really want to punch you!"

"Hey, aren't you going to marry Zhang Yu next year? Ask her to buy you one."

"Forget it, I'm not as rich as you."

"The bus is here. I don't want to chat with you anymore. It's too hurtful!" I took the bus to the train station, checked my ticket, and waited and waited!
It was two hours late.

What else can be said?
Rejoice!

At least it’s not like in some countries where delays are calculated by the day.

After checking their tickets, the two of them, who had been waiting until the flowers were almost wilted, hurried into the hard sleeper compartment.

There is no choice but to sleep in a hard sleeper.

Soft sleeper requires grade.

But it doesn't matter. Huang Ze really doesn't think there is much difference between soft sleeper and hard sleeper. Maybe it's because he didn't have good conditions when he was young in his previous life, so he is used to it. On the contrary, he prefers to sleep on a harder bed.

Listening to the "what's more" sound of the train, Huang Ze and Zhang Jianya stayed on the train for more than two days!

Got off the train.

Huang Ze also couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, the Northeast was very strong, as can be seen from its infrastructure.

Sadly, not many years have passed.

After looking around, Huang Zexian and Zhang Jianya went to the accommodation introduction office and took out the letter of introduction from their work unit to register.

No ID card is needed, the reason is simple: there is no ID card.

The first generation of ID cards will not be implemented until next year, that is, in 84.

After finishing all this, the two found a state-owned hotel not far from the Heilongjiang Peking Opera Theater.

"Comrade, please give me a double room."

The other party did not ask like the boss he would do in the future, "Why do you two grown men want to stay in one room?" He just did the work for the two of them lazily and took them to find the room.

"Wow, it's so cold outside, but it's quite hot inside!"

"It's good to have heating." After putting down his luggage, Zhang Jianya went to touch the radiator.

"Okay, I'll let you touch me as much as you want tonight. Let's go find someone first."

After asking the innkeeper for the exact location, Huang Ze and his companions arrived at the Peking Opera House. "Hello, I'm looking for Li Jiuliang here. Here's a letter of introduction."

"Old Li! Wait."

After a while, a man who looked like a martial artist came over.

"Hello, we are from Shanghai Film Studio."

"Shanghai Film Studio?" Li Jiuliang couldn't help but smile and asked excitedly, "Are you looking for me to make a movie?"

"It's a filming, but it's not for you."

"You're not looking for me?"

"Looking for your son."

"My son is only ten years old."

"Yes, it's him, Li Jian."

"Let him go to Shanghai? Forget it." Li Jiuliang was reluctant to agree, "It's too far, and he's too young."

"That's not certain." Huang Ze ignored his refusal and continued smiling, "We came all the way here just to find him. Can we meet him first?"

"It's not certain about the acting thing yet. We also have a threshold and we need to assess them first."

"Well, okay." Thinking about the distance between Shanghai and Harbin, Li Jiuliang softened his heart. "Then you guys wait here first. I'll take you there after get off work. He's in class now."

"No problem, thank you!"

……

Huang Ze stayed until after get off work and followed Li Jiuliang back home, and he also met his target this time - Li Jian.

"Can you speak English?"

“Yes I can.”

Huang Ze chatted with him for quite a while. The other party's English was not bad, but he could clearly hear a northeastern accent.

"Not bad!" Huang Ze decided to try something more difficult. He took out the small notebook he carried with him. On it was written the song that he was going to let the protagonist Moran sing in the film. It was the anti-war song "Tell me why" sung by a 02-year-old gay boy from England in . "Look at the words and sing along with me. Just do your best."

“In my dream.”

"Children sing..."

(End of this chapter)