Crossover Actors [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 77

    Work was over at 9:00 in the night, and it was still Fangcao Hutong. There was a large wattage light bulb hanging on the wall, which was dazzlingly bright, and everyone was busy cleaning up under the light.

    Lu Wen stepped out of the courtyard and threw two throat-relieving candies into his mouth. The assistant came up to him and handed him water, including Pang Dahai, Evian, and refreshing functional drinks.

    He took a bottle of Evian and glanced down the alley as he drank.

    Shooting in and out during the day, he saw the old man picking up trash sitting under the tree all the time. Now that work was over and there were a lot of drink bottles to be collected, the old man had disappeared.

    Back in the RV, Lu Wen first took off his make-up and changed his clothes. He ate dinner and snack together, and there was a night scene in the early morning. He could rest for more than two hours.

    On the table were four dishes and one soup, small purple potato rolls, and a large box of cut fruits. Lu Wen had just taken a sip of the soup when he caught a glimpse of the old man he met during the day through the window.

    The old man walked very slowly, his figure was a bit hunched, and he seemed to be no different from other trash pickers in the street. Lu Wen bit the flower roll and took a peek. When the other party approached, he saw that the old man was still carrying a small plastic bag with a steamed bun in it.

    dinner?

    What to eat?

    Can you eat enough?

    Lu Wen thought for a moment that something had nothing to do with him, and looked away. He couldn't see the old man's long shadow in the night, but he could still hear the rubbing sound of the woven bag across the ground.

    He put down his chopsticks, drank the remaining half bottle of mineral water, and got out of the car with the empty bottle. The old man happened to pass by the car and stopped two or three steps away to look at him.

    Lu Wen asked in a leisurely tone, "Master, you just got off work too, do you still accept plastic bottles?" The

    old man didn't seem to like to talk, so he went straight forward and untied the woven bag. Lu Wen threw the bottle in, ignoring the conspicuous big steamed buns, and asked, "Master, have you eaten?" The

    old man popped out a word: "

    No." What do you two eat?"

    The old man's eyes were hidden behind the lens, and he couldn't tell the difference between his eyes, but the wording showed that he was not used: "You think I'm begging?"

    Lu Wen didn't mean that, but the help that was not relative or reason must be out of sympathy. He wasn't sure if the other party was willing to accept it, and he didn't want to be kind but hurt his self-esteem.

    "Oh, you look very much like my deceased grandfather." He made a nonsense, and after he finished, he was afraid that his grandfather would give him dreams in the middle of the night, "Hey, forget about eating." The

    old man suddenly changed his mind and said, "Even one dish That's enough."

    Lu Wen returned to the carriage and took down an untouched piece of slippery chicken, he thought, if the old man can appear on the set at close range during the day, there is a high probability that he lives in this area.

    "Do you live here?" The

    old man reached out to catch it, and replied, "It's in Fangcao Hutong."