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At seven o'clock in the morning, Guan Zhongyun had already woken up.
Getting up from the bed, he glanced at the time and couldn't help but sigh softly.
Still got up late
Under normal circumstances, he would wake up by himself at six o'clock, and it has been like this for many years.
I forgot which celebrity said it, people don¡¯t need to sleep so much when they are alive, because they will have plenty of time to sleep after they die.
Guan Zhongyun has always regarded him as a man and never slept too much.
After getting up from the bed, Guan Zhongyun put on his clothes lightly, and then walked out quietly.
While getting dressed, Chen Mu next to him turned over. Guan Zhongyun couldn't help but stop moving, for fear of waking up the young man.
When Chen Mu turned over and slept soundly again, a gentle whirring sound began to come from his nose, Guan Zhongyun smiled silently and continued to walk out.
He likes this young man very much. He is energetic, energetic, serious in work, and talkswell, he can chat with anyone, even Yuanyuan, a little assistant who is always known to be difficult to deal with, he can also chat with. It¡¯s a rare and incredible level of intimacy.
Since the drink last night, Guan Zhongyun knew that he was not the only one who liked this young man.
After washing up, Guan Zhongyun walked outdoors wearing a down jacket and began to move his hands and feet.
At this time, the night chill has not dissipated, and there is still a strong chill in the dry air.
Guan Zhongyun has gotten used to it a little. He feels that although the temperature difference between day and night here is large, compared with the hot and humid weather in the south of Great Xia, when it is cold, it is cold and makes people feel that there is nowhere to escape. When it is hot, it makes people feel tired. It's so hot that I'm covered in water. It's really much better.
After the physical activities started, Guan Zhongyun began to practice formally.
Hands, eyes, body, method, and steps are the five methods for practicing body shape. Singing, chanting, fighting, and concentration are the four skills for practicing stage performance. These "four skills and five methods" were learned by Guan Zhongyun from a senior in the opera world. What I learned is not a secret that cannot be passed on to others, and there are many people who know it.
¡°In fact, for actors, their requirements for practicing kung fu are not high, but Guan Zhongyun felt that it could not only exercise his body but also help his performance, so he persisted.
The time soon came to half past seven, and an old Uyghur man came riding a donkey. He greeted Guan Zhongyun first, and then tied the donkey up lamely.
Guan Zhongyun kept staring at the lame legs of the Uyghur old man. This did not mean any discrimination or anything else. It was simply due to his occupational disease. He wanted to observe how the lame people walked and figure out the characters' movements and behaviors to prepare for future performances. Collect materials.
When the old Uyghur man came back, Guan Zhongyun carefully looked away, not daring to look any further.
"Good morning, supervisor."
The old Uyghur man took out a naan from his big cloth pocket and handed it to Guan Zhongyun: "My family made naan, and I brought one for you. You can try it."
"Thanks!"
Guan Zhongyun was not polite, took the naan, and ate it with big mouthfuls.
From these few days of contact, Guan Zhongyun and the Uighur elder have become friends. Knowing the family background of this Uighur compatriot, he asked: "How is Sister Guli's health? This naan wasn't made by her? ? Well, you have to advise her to rest more and stop moving."
The old Uyghur man shook his head: "No, no, it was Reyihan who did it. Guli's health has recovered, but Reyihan didn't let her work, and she complained that she was too busy."
The old Uighur began to get busy preparing for the opening of the gas station. Guan Zhongyun chatted with him while eating naan. After a while, the villagers from Yakash Village came one after another.
"Aji, why are you here? Where is Reheman?"
The old Uighur saw a one-eyed old man and couldn't help but ask.
The one-eyed old man smiled a little sheepishly and said, "Reheman is sick. I will work on his behalf today."
The old Uyghur man frowned: "I'm telling you, it's okay for you to come to work, but if I see you being lazy, don't blame me for scolding you in front of everyone."
The one-eyed old man quickly made a promise: "No, no, I can earn money, so I won't be lazy."
Guan Zhongyun couldn¡¯t understand the Uyghur language and thought the one-eyed old man was a bit unfamiliar, so he asked the Uyghur old man: ¡°Who is this?¡±
He has been working at the forest farm these days and has gotten to know the villagers who come to the forest farm to help.
Although he is a big star outside, here, people know that he is the best actorThere were not many, so the villagers just regarded him as an ordinary person and there was no pressure at all to get along with him.
The Uyghur old man said: "That man is Reheman's father. When he was young, he was a gangster in our village. He cheated and cheated and did not do good things. Today Reheman is sick and he came to do the work for him. I have to keep a close eye on him." "
Guan Zhongyun went to various places all year round to collect stories. He had seen many so-called rural gangsters, so he naturally knew what kind of virtue they were, so he nodded and asked no more questions.
He won¡¯t pay much attention to matters in the forest farm, but he has found out clearly in the past few days that Chen Mu started the forest farm by himself, and invited the villagers to work just to give the villagers an extra income.
There are more than 60 people here every day, and each person needs to pay 80 yuan, which is 5,000 yuan a day. For people in rural areas, this is not a small amount of money.
Guan Zhongyun also heard that Chen Mu donated his own money to a school that was under construction. This is why he liked this young man from the bottom of his heart.
On the surface, Chen Mu looks a little lazy and seems to be a bad guy, but that's just on the surface. As long as you understand what he has done, you will know what he is like underneath. people.
Soon, the villagers entered the forest farm one after another and started working.
¡°Brother Aizimaiti, I heard that Chen Mu¡¯s parents didn¡¯t have this forest farm before, right?¡±
While working, Guan Zhongyun asked about Chen Mu.
The old Uyghur man's legs were weak and he couldn't do heavy work. Most of the time he just moved saplings and supervised other people. So when he heard Guan Zhongyun's question, he paused and replied: "Yes, Xiao Mu started the forest farm alone." . Young people who have gone to college are knowledgeable and can succeed in anything. If it weren¡¯t for him, our forestry company wouldn¡¯t be able to start it, and we wouldn¡¯t be able to make money. Well, even the mayor praised him as a good young man.¡±
Guan Zhongyun could hear the pride in the Uighur old man's words. After all, he already regarded Chen Mu as his own child, the kind who wouldn't hesitate to block a gun for him.
Other villagers in Yakash Village may not have as deep feelings for Chen Mu as the Uighur elders, but they also trust and appreciate Chen Mu, which can be seen from his simple words.
"Xiao Mu is a good young man. If he hadn't created the farmhouse, how could our village have lived such a good life now?"
"I have never seen such a good young man from the Xia tribe. He has gone to college and has great abilities, so my children still need to study, so that they can be like Xiao Mu in the future."
"If I had a daughter, I would marry him. Tsk tsk. With such a son-in-law, I would never have to worry about anything in my life, don't you think?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com