Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

"No, why should I feel bad for not being able to eat or drink? You are not my legitimate wife. We are just a casual couple. You are not my woman. This love is too heavy."

Li Weijun complained in his heart, but he couldn't dissuade Liu Lan's kindness. After thinking for a while, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Sister Lan, I am just an ordinary projectionist now. I earn more than 30 yuan a month. I have to marry and start a family. It's hard to support myself."

After a pause, he sighed again.

"Of course, if you really want to help, I will do my best to help you, but the conditions may not be as good as what Li Huaide gave you, but I will still give you some cornmeal and coarse grains."

Liu Lan's husband is a gambler who is addicted to gambling. He spends more than he earns every day. There are several children in the family who barely have enough food to eat, but it is a bottomless pit.

Li Weijun had to take precautions in advance to avoid getting himself into trouble because of momentary pleasure.

Liu Lan naturally heard the difficulty in Li Weijun's words. She frowned slightly and felt that she had been a little rash and impulsive.

Her beautiful eyes moved as Qi Ran said, "Wei Jun, I am a miserable woman. My husband is not a good man. He spends all his time gambling every day. I support the whole family. I am just a woman. There will be a day when I can't stand it anymore. But I can only tell you my true feelings in secret."

Every family has its own problems. Listening to Liu Lan's complaints, Li Weijun stroked her smooth forehead with some pity, thought for a moment and said, "I will give you at most 10 kilograms of corn flour every month. Don't think it's too little. It's just a token of my gratitude."

Li Weijun is now alone. With his grain permit, he can get about 38 kilograms of grain from the grain station every month, plus extra income from purchasing food in the countryside.

It wasn't too stressful to give Liu Lan eight or ten kilograms of food.

"Okay, Weijun, you are worthy of being my man. I knew you wouldn't stand idly by. But can you give me some more? I have a lot of food at home, so this may not be enough."

Liu Lan shook Li Weijun's arm with tears in her eyes and begged pitifully.

But Li Weijun saw that the woman was getting more and more demanding, but he was hard-hearted and refused without explanation: "Sister Lan, I can't live on any more. If you are still greedy and unsatisfied, then you should continue to look for Li Huaide. He will definitely give more than me."

"Look at what you said. You are insulting me. Although I am not a man, I am a man of my word. I took your food and said I would cut off ties with Li Huaide. If he dares to cut off my support or use force, I will destroy him and ruin his reputation."

Looking at Liu Lan with a determined gaze, Li Weijun suddenly felt a thorn in his side.

It is true that women have the most vicious hearts. Liu Lan has made a good calculation.

He took the aid from Li Huaide but didn't let Li Huaide touch it. The key point was that he had evidence of his crime and he made Li Huaide suffer in silence.

This is a clever move, indeed!

After the tender time, as it was almost time to go to work in the afternoon, the two left one after another.

Li Weijun also had to prepare the film for the movie that night. He had to debug the equipment in advance and find internal reference films that would suit the tastes of several people.

The so-called internal reference films are actually internal reference films, which are only watched by a small group of people.

Most of them are overseas films, and ordinary people are strictly prohibited from watching them.

However, the current development of audio-visual entertainment in the country is relatively backward. It’s just the same old four things over and over again. The cadres are tired of watching them and naturally want to watch something interesting outside.

Therefore, as a projectionist, Li Weijun had to go to the countryside to screen movies during festivals, before and after the autumn harvest, and other important days.

Every year, he could go on a business trip at public expense to Shiliyangtan or various large film studios to find some good films to be used as internal reference films for the factory cadres.

However, the person who was in charge of this work before was Xu Fugui. This old guy took kickbacks, and the quality of the films he bought was very low. They were all old films shot by Luoshagui a few years ago.

Li Weijun prefers Charlie Chaplin's silent films. Due to technical limitations in those days, the movies shown in the steel mill were all in black and white.

The king of black-and-white films is undoubtedly the silent comedy that expresses humor through exaggerated actions.

Take Chaplin’s masterpiece City Lights for example. It doesn’t matter whether the audience can understand foreign languages ​​or not. Apart from the background music, he only moved the audience through body language throughout the whole process.

Like the Rakshasa movies, with their big tongues gurgling non-stop,

Some don't even have subtitles.

Do you expect Li Huaide, Sun Jingwu and others to understand Russian?

I'm afraid it's just like a blind dog looking at the stars, guessing.

Unfortunately, Li Weijun searched through boxes and cabinets for an entire afternoon but still couldn't find any suitable films. All he had were some old films that were used to support table legs.

I finally got a few new volumes, and I played them over and over again hundreds of times.

After careful consideration, I think it is possible that after Xu Fugui was transferred to the cinema, he took away the high-quality films?

After thinking for a long time, Li Weijun found Xu Damao, who was tossing and turning in the lounge, and asked him to get up quickly and ask his father for a good movie.

Xu Damao, who was already furious, was naturally unwilling to do so. When he thought about how Li Weijun and Xu Wanjun had made love in this room not long ago, he felt very uncomfortable.

He didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "I'm not going. I should do my job. I'm not a projectionist, so why should I worry about this for you?"

"You're not going? Xu Damao, don't think I'll spoil you just because your sister is here to say soft things to you. I'm telling you, if the movie tonight goes bad, you'll be in big trouble. You'll have to give up as many movies as your father took away!"

Li Weijun was too lazy to talk nonsense with Xu Damao. After explaining the interests involved, he slowly went to adjust the projection equipment.

Xu Damao pretended not to hear out of spite. However, not long after, when he thought of the consequences of messing up, he stood up listlessly like a frost-bitten eggplant.

He went to the factory cinema to discuss this matter with his father Xu Fugui.

Inside the cinema, Xu Fugui was developing films in the darkroom.

In addition to receiving the projectionist's salary, he would also take advantage of his position to take pictures of others with the cinema's camera every day to earn some extra money.

However, these things cannot be made public, and considering his seniority, his leaders turned a blind eye.

Just at this moment, the door curtain was suddenly lifted.

The film that was almost developed was instantly ruined under the strong light. Old Xu was so angry that he turned his head and glared at Xu Damao who broke in.

Furious: "You unlucky child, I've taught you so many times that you should knock on the door when entering. You didn't see that they were busy inside and you just kept wasting time!"