The crew started working the next morning, and Song Yu was still late. He looked up and saw Li Zhao smiling brightly at him, and his mood suddenly became bad. Xiaoxiao, what's so funny?

The assistant following him was startled by the shiny smile and asked Song Yu in a low voice: "Brother Song, does he want to borrow money from us?"

Or maybe it’s because Brother Song gave people midnight snacks every day, which made people stupid?

"Brother Song, good morning." Li Zhao greeted Song Yu enthusiastically, then diligently handed him a bottle of mineral water provided by the crew, and did not forget to unscrew the bottle cap.

Looking at the mineral water handed to him, Song Yu raised his chin and said in a cold tone: "No, I only drink imported water."

When Li Zhao heard this, he quickly put away the bottle of water that was sold for less than two yuan: "Brother Song is just tasteful."

Very rich!

It was obvious that he wanted to humiliate the other party, but the other party not only did not feel any humiliation, but also showed admiration and admiration to him. In this way, Song Yu felt frustrated as punching cotton, and he almost couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Haha."

Calm down, Song Yu, you must be calm down. Soon, you will become a popular male artist, don’t be as knowledgeable as such poor local buns.

Thinking of this, he turned around and walked. After walking several steps, he heard Li Zhao's happy voice: "Brother Song, go slowly."

Hearing Li Zhao's tone so cheerful, Song Yu's assistant couldn't help but look back at Li Zhao a few more times. His eyes with obvious smiles touched his conscience.

I was smiling so happily, but I didn’t know if Brother Song had been messing with him. Are you stupid?

In the corner of the crew, Director Liu looked at the monitor and was quite satisfied with Li Zhao's performance: "Although Li Zhao is not a professional professional, the role he plays is very awesome."

When Li Zhao was chosen to play the second male lead, it was mainly because he was particularly good-looking and cheap. Among the list of selected actors, he was the best-looking.

Idol dramas always have to look at their faces.

If Song Yu hadn't played the male lead well but had to play the male lead second, Director Liu thought the casting of this drama would be more appropriate.

"Each group is ready, let's take a film." Director Liu stood up and coaxed Song Yu and the female lead to film the scene under the sun.

These are all the old man, and he, a young director, can't afford to offend him.

After the filming ended in the afternoon, Li Zhao looked for an opportunity to talk to the staff in the group, saying that his agent saw that he had no assistant, so he would take care of his life with the group in the next half month.

The staff did not think much and agreed on the spot. After all, who could guess that a male lead in a crew would take his agent to sit in the crew for free and eat and drink?

Thinking that in the next period of time, there would be someone who could eat and drink around him, Li Zhao's smile unconsciously became a little brighter when facing Song Yu. Unfortunately, Song Yu took leave that afternoon and left the group, and no one gave him food to the evening.

Li Zhao tossed and turned in the hotel and couldn't sleep. He took out his mobile phone and ordered the takeaway software. He found that the delivery fee for takeaway at night was two or three times that during the day. He immediately stopped ordering takeaway.

I ordered takeaway, but I felt that the meal box fee was a bit high, so I was so hungry that I didn’t order takeaway. Li Zhao had been struggling for a long time and simply changed into clothes and went out to find food.

There is a snack street near the hotel, which is very lively on summer nights. Even at three or four o'clock in the evening, many young people come here to drink night beer. Li Zhao bought fried noodles and a few skewers at a stall full of people, and walked back with a box humming song.

The night wind blew on his face, with a little chill, he found a bench next to the pedestrian street, sat down and opened the plastic food box to prepare to eat.

The strong oily aroma made him feel wide open. Before he could even put the fried noodles into his mouth, he saw an old man who was dirty and holding a broken porcelain bowl standing not far away, staring at the fried noodles in his hand.

He sighed, got up and half of the fried noodles into the old man's bowl, and divided two skewers out. He watched the old man walk away slowly while eating the skewers. Li Zhao started to work hard.

Half a box of fried rice noodles could not feed the stomach of a 20-year-old man. Li Zhao touched his stomach that was not full and swelled, and chewed the meat on the skewers cleanly. He even licked the cumin powder on it for a few more times.

It is said that most boys are poor. If he doesn’t have me, he can only eat poorly.

One day when Brother Song was away, I missed him.

I missed the roasted pig's trotters he gave, the milk tea he gave, and the various meats he gave.

Just now, I would have bought two more steamed buns. The steamed buns are delicious and full.

He got up and threw the trash into the trash can. Li Zhao sighed deeply and prepared to go back to the hotel to sleep. Recently, the crew rushed to make progress. In order to cooperate with Song Yu's schedule, almost all his plays were done in the next two days.

After walking two steps, he couldn't help but look back at the crowded snack street not far away, and wanted to go back to eat a bowl of fragrant beef noodles. Unfortunately, his poor wallet has not allowed him to live a free life of midnight snacks.

The street lights on the street stretched Li Zhao's shadow long, and the lonely black shadow spread all the way to the black cars parked on the street.

The shadow swayed and followed the master slowly forward.

The windows of the black car slowly swayed down, and after the black shadow completely disappeared on the street corner, the windows rose back again.

"Sir, you haven't had a meal for more than ten hours..."

"Hmm?" The man in the back of the car sat in a shadow, with only a fair hand exposed under the dim street light. But soon, the hand returned to the darkness.

The car returned to quiet again.

Two days later, Li Zhao's agent Zhang Xiaoyuan came to the crew with a huge suitcase. He lived a life of being an assistant to Li Zhao. He was quick-handed and sweet-mouthed. Every time someone in the crew shared snacks, he could always get one for Li Zhao.

On the day Song Yu's holiday ended, the staff's mood became a little depressed. It was too difficult to live a life that clearly hated the other person but had to keep a smile.

So when Song Yu stepped into the crew, the first person to greet him warmly turned out to be Li Zhao.

"Brother Song is back, thank you for your hard work." Li Zhao trotted all the way to bring a stool to Song Yu. Zhang Xiaoyuan followed him and moved a few plastic stools and called Song Yu's assistant to sit down.

"Li Zhao, this is the endorsement product that the manufacturer gave me when I was filming advertisements these two days." Song Yu asked his assistant to give Li Zhao a whole box of chocolate: "Take it back and eat it slowly. If it is not enough, I still have it here." Thinking that he had already started to endorse advertisements, and Li Zhao was still unknown, Song Yu felt a little satisfied.

He didn't believe it anymore. Can't Li Zhao be fat if he has so much high-calorie chocolate?

"Thank you, Brother Song, you are such a good person." Li Zhao took the box containing chocolate with both hands and looked at Song Yu's eyes, as if there were stars glowing.

Faced with such a look, Song Yu felt a little guilty, turned his head to avoid Li Zhao's sight, and snorted in an unknown way, closed his eyes and stopped paying attention to Li Zhao.

Zhang Xiaoyuan glanced at the chocolate in Li Zhao's hand and opened his mouth to say something, but when he saw the smile on Li Zhao's face, he fell silent again.

Li Zhao was brought out by him, so no one knows better than him how afraid of hunger is Li Zhao.

As the days passed, the filming of the crew was coming to an end, and Li Zhao also celebrated his 20th birthday. The crew was busy and messy, and no one remembered his birthday.

After the shooting ended in the evening, Zhang Xiaoyuan dragged Li Zhao out to eat casserole rice noodles.

"Zhao, I'm sorry for you. I promised to take you out for a good life, but the company went bankrupt." Zhang Xiaoyuan put a cake box as big as a palm on the table, then pushed it in front of Li Zhao, opened the packaging box, poked a few candles seriously and lit it on it: "Happy 20th birthday."

"Thank you, Brother Xiaoyuan." Li Zhao scratched his head and smiled: "Brother Xiaoyuan, what did you say? If you didn't bring me out, I would definitely live a worse life than I am now."

Zhang Xiaoyuan smiled bitterly: "Come on, make a wish before blowing the candle."

Li Zhao thought about it carefully, put his hands together, and silently agreed to the wish.

I hope Brother Xiaoyuan will not lose his job and hope he can eat a lot of delicious food in the future.

Zhang Xiaoyuan only ate a small piece of the cake as big as a palm, and the rest entered Li Zhao's stomach. When the two came out of the roasted rice noodle shop, they saw many beautiful flower baskets at the entrance of a high-end restaurant next to them. There were many balloons that children liked, and each balloon said, "Happy 10th birthday of Wang Qiang."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Li Zhao beside him.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, Brother Xiaoyuan!" Li Zhao pointed at a distance: "Someone is selling the balloons of Xiaozhuan." After saying that, he trotted over.

Zhang Xiaoyuan followed and heard Li Zhao bargaining with the hawker. One minute later, the balloon that was priced at fifteen yuan was taken down by Li Zhao for ten yuan.

"I think this is a good sign." Li Zhao tied the balloon seriously to his wrist: "This indicates my future, and I will definitely be able to eat countless delicacies."

When he was a child, there was only one TV in the entire yard. The cartoon he and other friends liked the most was "Chinese Primary School". While everyone was drooling at the food in the cartoon, they also set off the great dream of eating the food in the cartoon when they grew up.

Therefore, if you want to realize this dream, you have to make more money.

"You make sense." Zhang Xiaoyuan patted Li Zhao's shoulder: "When you become popular, the future will be realized." He looked up and looked unevenly, and it was obviously a balloon of inferior products, and a glimmer of hope for the future.

What if it is achieved?

That night, a roadside surveillance video was released on a Weibo post by an official media.

In the video, a young man gave half of what he wanted to eat to the wandering elderly man. After the food was distributed, the young man sat back on the chair and ate in big mouthfuls, looking very hungry.

The official media posted this video only to promote the kindness of human nature, but unexpectedly it caused many netizens to forward and discuss.

Spring Flowers: The video is not high-definition, and I can’t see the guy’s appearance clearly, but my intuition tells me that this is a handsome guy.

Xiong Meal: Seeing the guy sitting alone in a chair and eating, I felt a little distressed. He looked very young.

Can you not work overtime today: I only noticed that the guy licked the barbecue sign? I had the urge to buy food for him.

Forty-meter Dao: After watching this video, I got up and picked up my brother who was picking up at the dining table and beat him up...

The author has something to say: Birthday Wish God: OK, I agree.
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