No. 630: Two Scripts!
appeased the old fans, and completely believed that the old people believed that there was no problem with their state and returned to the hotel, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening.
After having dinner at a fast food restaurant near Xiyuanzi, Li Shixin returned to his room.
After some calming down, he had completely detached himself from the memory influence of the old man's body.
However, when he thought of the guys who had mutilated the old man in his memory, especially the so-called senior brother, Li Shixin still squinted his eyes and hated the roots of his teeth;
γ½(#'η¬β²)?ββγGrandma's legs!
Let's just say why a big wave of applause is worth milk, why can't a good old man stand up?
Feelings are a special key component, and they were artificially destroyed when they were twenty years old!
Fuck you.
Don't you know the rules of the rivers and lakes if you don't hit people in the face and don't step on your crotch?
Hetui
Scum!
With the double resentment of the body and himself, after returning to the opera garden, Li Shixin returned directly to his house.
In order to avoid worrying Wu Ming, Zhao Jinzhi and others, he did not close the door. Under the eyes of the two pairs of eyes lurking at the staircase, he sat quietly at the small desk at the head of the bed and opened his laptop.
The minutes and moments passed;
Outside the window, the orange-red sunset on the horizon gradually darkened.
A mist of water slowly rises from the shiny glass.
The spider next to the window lattice drew a shiny silk thread from between its slender hind legs, slowly forming a large transparent web, trapping the flying insects attracted by the lights in the house.
The moon has risen.
Looking at Li Shixin in the room, except for his flying fingers, he looked motionless like a sculpture, Wu Ming and Zhao Jinzhi, who had been staring outside the door for more than two hours, glanced at each other.
In the midst of the worries of the two, the moon went down again.
With a hint of fish belly white in the sky, Li Shixin, who had been working in front of the computer for ten hours, made the final revision and proofreading of the document.
Glancing at the two scripts sprinkled with tens of thousands of words in front of him, he exhaled deeply and rubbed his pantothenic neck and fingers.
Waiting for the printer to spit out the fruits of the night's labor into black and white letters, Li Shixin silently picked up his mobile phone and called Yuan Cheng.
As if waiting for the call for decades, the call was picked up almost the first second after it was dialed.
"Shixin. β
"You told me before that you wanted to make up for what had happened. Does that still work?"
"It worked, in my lifetime. β
"Here's your chance. β
"What do I need to do?"
"I have a script on hand, and I want the best actors you have there. β
"At half past eight, I'll be waiting for you in front of the theater. β
"You don't have to move the people, this drama needs to be shortlisted for the Gu Mingkun Award. You should understand that this is not a flattering job. Give me the list and I'll coordinate the actors myself. β
There was silence on the other side of the phone for a few moments before a response came.
"Okay, it's up to you. β
In the capital, in a residential building near Mandarin.
Yuan Cheng took off his reading glasses and silently put down the newspaper in his hand.
I closed my eyes and thought for a long time before I picked up the phone again.
"Hey, I've thought about it. Gu Mingkun Award Judges, I'll still go. β
"I said I wouldn't go before, so naturally there was a reason not to go. β
"Why are you going now? hehe, because I feel like this award is going to be exciting. Moreover, Gu Mingkun ..... after all It's my brother. The last journey of his life, how can I not send it. β
The other end.
Hanging up Yuan Cheng's phone, Li Shixin opened a small group called "Happy and Harmonious Family" in his WeChat called "Happy and Harmonious Family", and casually sent a "life savings" with a total price of 5 cents and 7 copies of the red envelope.
Seeing Chen Antang, Zhang Shuo, Jiang Wenhai, Xu Ge, Yang Kuan, and Xu Youzhen receiving red envelopes, he smiled and @δΊε ¨δ½.
"Godfather has something big to do, if you have time, please come to the capital. β
"That's what happened. I recently took over the field work of a large crew. But I'm busy! I really can't get out!"
β...... Chen Boshi said that she had to make up classes during the summer vacation, and I was contacting her with a make-up teacher. It's all for the next generation!"
"Well, there was an action scene recently, and I was working out and getting in shape. By the way, I also injured my Achilles tendon, which makes it difficult to walk. I won't go. β
"Ahem, I'm abroad, just got off the plane. β
"Recently, there has been a lot of advertising business, and there has been a change in the top management of the group, and the human resources side talked to me and seemed to be interested in making me go further. I really can't get out of it. β
"The signal is not good, the old man sent such a red envelope in the morning, and he didn't speak after sending it, what is this for?"
Looking at the emotional replies of several godsons in the group, Li Shixin raised his eyebrows.
"Seeing you work hard for life, the old man is very pleased. Since you're all so busy, I can't stand by my godfather. I'm not going to do anything, I'm going to you to help you take care of your family, cook and deliver the children. Let's start with Zhang Shuo. β
"Godfather, don't! I'll go!"
"Godfather's business is a big thing, so you have to go whatever you say!"
"Oh hey! I just saw all the messages sent by my godfather, go and go! Godfather is rare to have a thing, not going or being a person?"
Faced with a group of superficial sons' fearful replies, Li Shixin closed the WeChat group. Instead, he clicked on the WeChat of Mei Tasting Wine separately and sent a voice message to the past.
"Come to the opera garden, there is a work that needs your help. β
"Good. β
Seeing Mei's reply, Li Shixin put down his phone.
I sorted out the two scripts that were still hot on the printer and picked up the slightly thinner one. After tidying up his image in the mirror, he picked up the coat on the hanger and strode out.
When his silent figure disappeared outside the door of the theater, behind a window in the guest room on the first floor, Zhao Jinzhi also silently took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
"Sister Zhu, let the advertising company and Cha Dou contact and coordinate with the Ministry of Culture, and take down the right to organize the Gu Mingkun Drama Award and the right to live broadcast online. Fight for a seat on the jury. β
"Don't worry about Gu Qiangqiang, he now wants to make a name for his grandfather, and he will agree. β
......
Eight thirty.
In front of the entrance of the Mandarin Theatre.
Seeing Yuan Cheng standing on the steps with his hands in his hands, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, Li Shixin hooked the corners of his mouth.
Although he hadn't seen him for more than two months, Yuan Cheng couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Li Shixin's face that seemed to be younger.
It wasn't until Li Shixin stood in front of him that Yuan Cheng came back to his senses and looked at the document bag marked "script" in Li Shixin's hand.
"Shixin, you have really decided to participate in the award that Gu Mingkun and his grandson gave him?"
Li Shixin nodded.
"It's useless. Looking at his serious face, Yuan Cheng smiled helplessly and shook his head.
"I talked to Senior Brother Gu on the phone before, and told him about your return. β
"Oh. β
Hearing the news, Li Shixin was extremely calm, and there was no trace of turmoil.
A group of old guys who are dying, and there may not be many people alive in that group. There is no connection between them, and it is certainly unrealistic.
"His pancreatic cancer is terminal, and he doesn't have long to live. β
"I know this, otherwise I wouldn't have decided to participate in the chicken bully award that his grandson did. I'm alive, and he's not dead. This account can't be pointed to when he goes down to settle with Lord Yama. β
β...... At that time, he told me that at his point, he didn't care about the things he used to do. As for whether you find him to settle accounts or not, he doesn't care. Shixin, I said something I shouldn't have said. It's probably not going to do anything if you do that. Over the decades, his achievements and status have been tied to a lot of things. There are so many things that need to be done to push him down. Your decision today is likely to not shake him in any way, but will make your next time even more sad. β
Facing Yuan Cheng's reminder, Li Shixin smiled.
"My saddest time has passed. Nothing could make me sadder. β
"As for him saying he doesn't care......"
Li Shixin hooked the corners of his mouth.
"What didn't happen, everybody can think about it. If he really didn't care, why didn't he tell the teacher what he had done to the teacher, why did he still enjoy the dividends of the inheritance he took away from the Red Flag Repertory Troupe, why...... He also allows his juniors to sing praises for him, erect a monument for him, and leave a name for him through the ages?!"
In Yuan Cheng's speechlessness, Li Shixin put away the trace of anger on his face, and the whole person calmed down.
"Xiao Chengzi, do you know what is the most hypocritical?"
Yuan Cheng did not speak.
"It is most hypocritical for a person who has everything and has never lost it to say that it doesn't matter if he has nothing. β
Li Shixin asked and answered himself.