Prosperous Marriage: Unspoken Rules in the Entertainment Industry

Rehearsal, rehearsal, rehearsal... When the whole life is reduced to only these two words, the yellow leaves rust when they fall to the ground, the long wind cannot blow the Qingjiang River, and the white moonlight can no longer shine on the face of the lover, what joy is there in this life... ?What's the point of dying?

Oh, she wasn't talking about herself.

Because most of the contracts are finalized and the preliminary review of the party has passed, she has been very leisurely during this time. Her daily life is to lie on a beach chair with an iPod in her hand, while watching dramas, she sneakily applauds handsome guys, and occasionally cheers for a 360-degree complete Thomas Jimo, who spun and fell to the ground with a snap, was accompanied by some voice-overs.

It's a pity that the good things in the world are not firm, and the colorful clouds are easy to disperse and the glass is brittle. When there are only single digits left on the New Year's countdown board, everything is like a clock that has been set to three times faster, rushing towards people.

This was the umpteenth time she brought Timo's costume to No. 79, Hearthstone Lane, South City.

Master Wu, who is in charge of tailoring, has a single name of calendar. Although his beard and hair are white, his whole body is well-groomed. He wears a half-worn dark gray Chinese tunic suit every day, with a pair of black thick-rimmed glasses in front of his eyes. He speaks calmly. , low-pitched, like an old-fashioned intellectual.It is said that the Wu family is passed down from generation to generation, and the family has a long history. The pair of gold scissors and silver needles in his hand are from the clothing bureau of the Qing Dynasty.

Gu Wanwan liked to listen to these unofficial histories the most in his life, and he once asked Master Wu curiously.

But Master Wu always pulls the material with one hand, and with the other hand holds a pair of large black copper scissors and cuts along the lines drawn with chalk, smiling slightly and shaking his head, "It's just a craftsman."

But no matter how hard Master Wu is, his attitude is really good.When she wanted to hang Jimo to death with a single rope, Master Wu could still patiently listen to his babbling requests to make his trousers a bit longer, his waist smaller by an inch, and his sleeves a little thinner, and he kept doing the same thing every time. wish.

But seeing that the New Year's Eve party is imminent, Jimo still failed to wear the one-foot-eight long trousers as he promised, so Gu Wanwan had to secretly bring out the performance costume and begged Master Wu to quietly change it to be bigger .

"Master Wu, I have live tickets for the Spring Festival Gala in City C. Do you want to go see it?" Gu Wanwan, who sat on a chair and watched Master Wu skillfully remove stitches and stitches, was stunned for a long time, and finally remembered something serious.

"C City Spring Festival Gala?" Master Wu changed the small scissors to open the inside line. He was a little startled when he heard her asking this question, and then he sighed vaguely, "It has been held for 20 years."

"Has it been 20 years?" She remembered that when she was a child, she would sit in front of the TV and watch the Spring Festival Gala with her parents every year after fireworks, but she didn't expect it to be 20 years.

"That's right, the first session in [-] was held in the small auditorium of the TV station in City C. The whole room sat together lively, and there was still a small basket of candies left from the front to the end."

"Small auditorium?" Gu Wanwan lowered her head and thought for a while, "Oh, you are talking about the one with two red lanterns hanging on the door, it was demolished last year, and a large piece of land around it was bought, and a new building was built. In the auditorium of C City TV Station, the decorations have been completed in December, and this year's Spring Festival Gala will be performed there."

"It's already been dismantled..." Master Wu's scissors stopped, and there was a trace of longing in his tone, but before she could ask anything, he had already continued with the work in hand.

Gu Wanwan rolled her eyes, but swallowed the question in her heart.In this small room with drawn curtains, dim light, and piles of fabric piled against the walls, she dared not even speak aloud, for fear of disturbing the old days that inhabited among the brass scissors and silk threads.

"Then Master Wu, shall I leave you two tickets in the front row?" She returned to the original question.

"Girl, don't worry about it." Master Wu lowered his head and wiped the lenses of his glasses with a piece of light gray cotton cloth, and put them back on again. "I'm getting old, and I can't see clearly. I just turn on the TV at home and listen to the sound. Got it."