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Zhou You looked up and saw that it was Wei Jin who came.

"Mr. Wei?" Zhou You went up to meet him, "Why are you here?"

Wei Jin said lightly: "Passing by."

I took a look inside out of curiosity, and was brought in as a traveling friend.

After all, that's how Feng Siming and Zhong Hao came in.

Seeing the bustling scene in the courtyard, Wei Jin asked Zhou You, "What are you doing?"

Zhou You told him about teaching the old people to use mobile phones, and Wei Jin looked around the layout of the yard, "You made this?"

Zhou You didn't dare to take the credit: "Everyone did it together."

"Xiao Zhou, what's the matter with me?" An old man who was operating a mobile phone asked Zhou You for help: "Why can't this video be played?"

Zhou You leaned down, "Grandpa, you need to click here to connect to the Internet first."

"Oh! Look at me stupid." The old man continued to fiddle with his mobile phone.

"Young man, the light on my phone keeps flashing. Can you help me find out what's going on?" Another person came over with his phone on the other side, but the person he asked was not Zhou You, but Wei Jin.

Although the grandpas and aunts have also watched the filming, Wei Jin is not dressed up in the film at the moment, and they don't follow stars, so they don't recognize Wei Jin, at most they think this person looks familiar and good-looking.

But their little Zhou is also good-looking, and the young people look really good now.

Seeing that Wei Jin was at a loss, Zhou You was about to answer his questions, but Wei Jin froze for a moment before stretching out his hand and swiping on the old man's phone screen.

Feng Siming and Zhong Hao had noticed Wei Jin's arrival a long time ago, but due to the fact that everyone was not familiar with him, and Wei Jin was also a big movie star, they would not know how to approach him for a while.

But both of them are fans of Wei Jin, and their idols are close at hand, so it is impossible not to care. Feng Siming and Zhong Hao have been paying attention to Wei Jin's movements intentionally or unintentionally, and they were immediately dumbfounded after seeing this scene.

Wei Jin, the famous flower of Gaoling in the circle, is actually teaching the elderly to use smartphones? ? ?

Did they not wake up or Wei Jin was dropped?

"Slow down, slow down! I haven't seen it yet!"

"Don't just click, you have to tell me why you click here."

Grandpas and aunts don't care whether Wei Jin is the actor or the flower of Gaoling, but when they find that he can only operate silently and don't say a word, they immediately dislike him to the extreme.

Wei Jin: "..."

Zhou You offered advice from the side: "Mr. Wei, you have to take your time, and you have to teach and talk at the same time."

Wei Jin looked back at him, eyes full of bewilderment.

"...How about I come?" Seeing that he couldn't cope with such a situation, Zhou You had no choice but to step forward to make a rescue for him.

Wei Jin took a step back, watching Zhou You tirelessly explaining how to use the old people, he also realized that he was not good at doing this, and when he was about to leave, Zhong Hao and Feng Siming approached slowly, and called out cautiously Voice: "Teacher Wei."

Wei Jin turned around and looked at them.

Seeing Wei Jin's strange affability just now, Zhong Hao plucked up his courage and said, "Teacher Wei, can, can you sign for us?"

It turned out to be fans.

Wei Jin nodded, "Yes, but—" He saw that Zhong Hao and the two were empty-handed, "Where to sign?"

"I'll go find paper right away!" Zhong Hao planned to go back to his residence to get a pen and paper, but Feng Siming held him back: "Wait, there seems to be some over there."

He walked to a corner of the yard, Wei Jin followed him to look over, and saw a desk over there.

With a quick glance, Wei Jin was attracted by the half-painted scroll pouring down from the table.

It was a beautiful ink painting.

Wei Jin walked over, and the eight-foot-long splash-ink landscape painting came into his eyes.

Large areas of ink smudge out the outline of the mountain, and rough brushstrokes outline the layers of rocks in the hazy mountains and forests. The yin and yang are bright and dark, and the distance is concave and convex.

"Good painting." Wei Jin couldn't help but praised, seeing that the ink was still fresh, he realized that the painting was done not long ago.

I didn't expect there to be such a powerful master of traditional Chinese painting in Siping Village.

There are paper and pens, but they are rice paper and brushes.

These two things are obviously not suitable for signing. Feng Siming was planning to look for them in the back room when Wei Jin suddenly asked him, "Do you know which master painted this?"

"Ah? Master?" Feng Siming was startled, and replied following Wei Jin's words: "Master Xiao Zhou's painting——No, it was Zhou You's painting."

He casually pointed to the white plaster wall in the lobby: "The wall is too empty, so he just drew a picture and planned to hang it on it."

"Whatever?" Wei Jin was surprised, and turned his head to look at Zhou You, who was flicking his mobile phone among the old people.

"That's right, just a few strokes and it's like magic!" Feng Siming didn't know how to paint, he just thought it looked good, and he didn't know how much consideration went into these simple strokes, and how deep a painter was to draw it.

The Wei and Jin Dynasties studied painting. Although they studied oil painting, there are similarities between the arts.

Wei Jin looked at the painting in front of him quietly, and Feng Siming took the opportunity to enter the room to find a pen and paper.

But when he came out, Wei Jin was no longer in the yard.

……

In the second half of the day, Zhou You saw that Feng Siming and the two had been listless. When he returned home after work, he asked about this, and Feng Siming hugged Zhou You and cried loudly: "Xiao Zhou! The autograph is gone..."

Zhou You: "?"

After Feng Siming told about Wei Jinge signing their signatures, Zhou You patted Feng Siming on the back: "I'll ask for it later."

"It's difficult!" Zhong Hao, who usually blares, is actually a little depressed: "It is difficult for group performers to get in touch with leading actors, and it is even more difficult to meet people like Wei Jin. This afternoon's opportunity is once in a thousand years. My whole family loves it." I'm a fan of him, I'm still his seven-year-old fan, and I wanted to take a photo together..."

Zhou You was puzzled: "Didn't I agree to sign for you? Then why did he leave?"

Zhong Hao groaned: "I don't know, after seeing your painting, I seemed to have been stimulated by something, so I left in a hurry."

So he didn't dare to stop or ask.

Zhou You didn't understand again: "My painting?"

"Just the one you drew to hang on the wall." After Zhong Hao finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head, "Wait a minute? Xiao Zhou, no, Brother Zhou."

Zhou You: "Huh?"

Zhong Hao winked at him: "Didn't you have a rivalry with Mr. Wei? Do you think there is a chance to help us find him for an autograph?"

Zhou You thought for a while, "No way? Can I ask for an autograph when filming?"

He and Wei Jin got in touch with each other during filming. He didn't have many roles, and he came on and off in a hurry, so the chance of getting an autograph was not great.

"That's right..." Zhong Hao paused again, and went to the canteen to buy beer after dinner, intending to drink away his worries.

But tomorrow he had to film again, so he couldn't delay the matter. Under Feng Siming's sensible stop, Zhong Hao could only pitifully buy a can of beer, and poured three glasses when he came back.

It's really miserable.

Except for fermented glutinous rice and experimental alcohol, Zhou You hadn't had much alcohol in the first 18 years. This was almost the first time in his life that he drank seriously.

The taste is bitter and the mouthfeel is very pungent.

Zhou You's first drinking experience was not good, and his brows furrowed after the first sip.

Zhong Hao found the fun, and encouraged him: "Brother Zhou is drinking alcohol for the first time? This wine tastes better after you drink it."

The alcohol content was not high, Zhong Hao tricked Zhou You into drinking a small glass of wine, "How is it? Did you feel it?"

Zhou You's evaluation is: "It's not as good as fermented glutinous rice."

Speaking of fermented glutinous rice, Zhou You really wanted to drink it.

Zhou You found a can of fermented glutinous rice, and asked the other two, "Do you want poached eggs in fermented glutinous rice?"

Zhong Hao raised his hand: "Eat!"

Feng Siming's eyes widened: "Poached eggs? Shouldn't the eggs boiled in fermented glutinous rice be egg flowers?"

Zhou You: "?"

"We always cook poached eggs there."

"Our hometown boils eggs." Feng Siming said that it is too strange to put poached eggs in the fermented glutinous rice, and he wants to cook egg flowers alone.

Zhou You didn't force it, and while he was looking for the eggs, the phone in his bag rang.

"Hello, how are you?" Zhou You picked up the phone, and his hand looking for eggs suddenly paused, "Uh...no...ah? Now?...well, I'll just do it myself."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Siming asked curiously, "Who is it?"

Zhou You replied, "Mr. Wei."

There is only one "Mr. Wei" in Zhou Youkou's mouth.

After a brief silence, the room exploded.

Zhong Hao got up with both hands and feet: "What's the matter? Why does Wei Jin want you?"

Zhou You shook his head, "I don't know, just let me go to his place when I have time."

Feng Siming and Zhong Hao: "???"

Zhong Hao choked for a moment: "Where is he?"

"Well, where he lives."

Feng Siming and Zhong Hao: "???"

eight pm?Let the young and beautiful little actor go to his room?

It's impossible to ask Zhou You to eat supper!

Feng Siming's heart was full of alarm bells, and he pulled Zhou You: "Wait? Do you have to go now? It's late at night...isn't it good?"

Zhou You "?" for a moment, probably due to the effect of alcohol. After Zhou You reacted for a while, he understood Feng Siming's meaning from his nervousness.

He comforted Feng Siming: "It's okay, that's Mr. Wei."

Mr. Wei is so beautiful, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't want to be someone who knows the unspoken rules of group acting.

Feng Siming shook his head violently: "No, no, if you don't be afraid of [-], you are afraid of what happens. You know people, you know your face, you don't know your heart, young man, it's dangerous for you to think so!"

Zhou You looked at him curiously: "Don't you like Wei Jin?"

He thought Feng Siming had a fan filter when he watched Wei Jin.

Feng Siming said firmly: "Fans belong to fans. There are too many beasts in the entertainment industry. We rational fans can see this aspect clearly, right? Lao Zhong?"

After a little thought, Zhong Hao found a photo of Wei Jin from his backpack and handed it to Zhou You: "If you're going, can you get me an autograph by the way?"

Feng Siming: "???"

……

According to the location given by Wei Jin, Zhou You came to a secluded small courtyard.

Although they are all in the countryside, the living environment of the protagonists is completely different from that of the group performances.

The courtyard in front of me is clean and elegant, just like the feeling of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

After the assistant brought Zhou You into the yard, Wei Jin came out from the side room, "I called you here so late, thank you."

Zhou Youyou responded angrily, and asked, "Mr. Wei, what do you want me to do?"

"Didn't I tell you? I'm sorry, I'm a little busy." Wei Jin glanced at Zhou You, whether it was amused or helpless, he said, "You didn't even know what to do?"

Zhou You rubbed his head, "Hearing your voice seems to be troubled, I need help, here I come."

"Troublesome..." Wei Jin looked back at the door: "It's really a little troublesome."

While speaking, he led Zhou You into the house.

This was originally a study room, but Wei Jin temporarily turned it into a studio.

Apart from the unfinished works on the easel in the middle, there are five or six finished oil paintings standing on the wall.

Two of them are landscape sketches in the countryside, and the other oil paintings are all story-based. The middle one is mainly composed of Wan Shanhe played by the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

The composition of the picture has been artistically processed. Wan Shanhe in the painting is facing the firelight, and his expression cannot be seen clearly, but he can feel the difference between him and other emotional rioting characters in the background from his body language.

Zhou You couldn't help but stop, staring at the canvas, touched by the beauty of vicissitudes in the painting.

After a long time, Zhou You looked up at Wei Jin with bright eyes: "Did you draw this?"

Wei Jin has received countless praises, and a calm heart will no longer respond casually.

It's just that he drank some wine not long before Zhou You, probably too much to drink, and his cheeks were slightly red.

Coupled with the sincere and warm feelings in the eyes, it is indeed a bit beautiful.

Wei Jin's gaze stayed on his face for two seconds, and then nodded: "Well, Director Zheng asked me to design and draw movie posters, so I drew these."

Wei Jin looked at the painting with a dissatisfied expression, "But I always feel that it's almost interesting."

"Really?" Zhou You looked at the painting again, lost in thought.

Let him say that there is nothing wrong with Wei Jin's painters and composition. The brush strokes are clean, the colors are beautiful, the layers are rich, and the pictures are very deep.

If you have to pick the bone in the egg...

Zhou Yousi thought about it: "The oil painting style is not suitable?"

I have to praise Zhou You again for his high savvy, and Wei Jin admired for a moment, "Well, inspired by you, I think that in order to better suit the style of the movie, perhaps it would be better to draw in the form of ink or imitation ink."

There is a specialization in art, and Wei Jin has little experience in ink painting. In the afternoon, I tried to use oil painting materials to imitate ink, and the effect is hard to describe.

After several attempts, he felt that no matter how he drew, he didn't feel right, and he didn't give up until night. He called Zhou You to get his technical support.

"So it's painting..." Zhou You said to himself.

Teacher Wei is indeed a gentleman!

Wei Jin worked all afternoon and hadn't eaten yet, but he didn't feel hungry, he just hoped to finish the painting sooner.

The pen and paper had already been prepared, and he moved the bench: "It's not too late, let's get started?"

"Okay." Zhou You stepped forward, and following his movements, there was a crisp "bang", and a hammer fell from Zhou You's body and landed at Wei Jin's feet.

Wei Jin: "...?"