老赵去北京的前夜,我们几个给他送行。他有点激动,话都说不完整,我们也不打断他,他想说什么就说什么。以前大家凑在一起拍微电影的时候,老赵从来都是路人甲,连一句台词都没有的那种,到了现在,我们都想给他一次当主角的机会。老赵不是我们这个圈子里的人,只是偶然才和我们混在一起的。那时我们几个中年哥们百无聊赖,又不甘心就此成为沉默的大多数,于是商量拍微电影。老赵是送哪个朋友过来的,一起吃饭,听我们山呼海啸地聊,他一声不吭,等饭局结束,低声问我,你看我能不能演点什么?我说,没问题。老赵人长得糙,虽然他在日企里当副经理,但换下工作服,就 Zhao went to Beijing on the eve of a few of us give him off. He was a bit excited, his words were incomplete, we did not interrupt him, what he wanted to say. Before we get together to take micro-movie, the old Zhao has always been a passerby, even the kind of lines do not have, and now, we all want to give him a chance when the protagonist. Zhao is not our people in this circle, just by chance mixed with us. At that time, a few of our middle-aged buddies became bored and unwilling to become the silent majority, so we discussed the making of micro-movies. Lao Zhao is to send a friend over, eat together, listen to us mountain call Tsunami to chat, he silent, wait for dinner, whispered to me, you see I can play something? I said, no problem. Old Zhao looks rough, although he was deputy manager in Japanese enterprises, but to change the overalls, it