Feng Bicheng doesn't remember how he got home at all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The mind was drowsy.

By the time I came to my senses, it was already dark outside.

He got up, found half a pot of water in the kettle in the kitchen, forgot whether it was the cool white water that had been boiled, or the tap water that had not been boiled, poured himself a cup, poured it down, poured another cup, and poured it down again.

All kinds of remorse, all kinds of pain.

Others don't know, he knows it in his own heart, if he has to say how much he is attached to Minghu culture, it is not, but for entering such a vigorous and thriving company as Minghu Culture, and for the work in Minghu Culture in the past year, he is actually very satisfied - especially at that time, when he entered Minghu Culture, he was so poor and uncared for.

Moreover, for the directing opportunity that has been obtained this time, for this film, and for Li Qian himself, he will put aside whether he is convinced or not, but in fact, in his heart, there is still gratitude.

He is not a fool, what Li Qian gave him, he knows it in his heart.

However, how to say it, the mind that he thinks that he is definitely not a thing in the pool must also have it, and for Li Qian to break into a huge career at a young age, there must be a mentality of jealousy and envy.

Of course, in terms of background and talent, he felt that he was no worse than Li Qian, so there was indeed a lot of unconvincing in his heart.

Then, seven or eight taels of old white dried up, and then asked a friend to take the heat next to him, and many thoughts hidden in his heart, even the thoughts that he wouldn't do when he really got to that point, and were just thoughts, all rushed out of his mouth with the strength of wine.

In his heart at the time, it was bragging anyway!

Everyone drank a lot, and after the blow was finished, they were happy and happy, and the fool confessed after that!

However, the world is bizarre, it is so coincidental, Li Qian actually ate there with someone, it was such a coincidence, when he went to the toilet here, he bragged, he happened to go to the bathroom, and then, just standing outside the bathroom, he listened to the words he bragged about.

He knows that as long as this kind of thing happens, it will be irreparable.

Whether those words are sincere or drunken bragging, since they come out of one's own mouth, then oneself can already be pinned to the pillar - rotten!

Scum!

There is not the slightest sense of gratitude and humility!

Brute!

…………

Outside the window, the sky was getting brighter.

Feng Bicheng put down the kettle, walked out of the kitchen with staggering steps, sat down on the sofa, and happened to see half a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, took out one, and lit it.

Think, think, think.

Ideas, like unedited film footage, flashback to your mind over and over again.

Endless remorse.

Before you know it, there are already four or five more cigarette butts in the ashtray.

He got up, his head dazed, his ears buzzing, and Venus splashing in front of him.

Having settled down, he stepped into the study, pulled out a chair and sat down, and took out a pile of paper from the drawer, his face full of pain, but in the end, he still took a pen and wrote down three crooked characters - resignation letter!

Yes, it's better to resign!

That's really a great opportunity for yourself, just rely on that book, just rely on your own ability, and wait until the "Big Shot" is released after filming, even if the incident last night has spread all over the film and television industry, there is nothing to be afraid of, what's wrong with bad character? Bad character, just good work?

It doesn't matter which circle it is, everyone is talking about interests, and what kind of friendship do you really have?

If the character is good or not, there is a bird to use!

Moreover, Li Qian said that he owes his old man, so although he is disgusted with himself, this "Big Shot" should still be given!

This drama is over, even if it is a clear friendship.

In the bright morning light, Feng Bicheng grinned—a bitter smile, and a mockery.

It's only been a year since I've been going up, and I'm back again!

Resign, give up?

Only fools are willing to do it!

But......

Shaking his head and smiling, he wrote extremely seriously-

"Dear Leader, Hello:"

After only writing a few words, tears suddenly flowed down, he quickly raised his hand to wipe his tears, and scolded himself, "Grass!

…………

It took me two hours to write a resignation letter of about 300 words.

I folded it carefully, found a blank envelope that I bought I don't know how long ago and was now a little yellowed, put it up, and wrote on it--"Mr. Li Qian respectfully, Feng Bicheng bowed. ”

After the letter was written, the whole person was close to collapse.

He took the letter, went out of the study, and sat down on the sofa, feeling as if he were going to die at any moment!

Raising his wrist and looking at his watch, it was almost eight o'clock.

"Let's go, go out, resign!"

He muttered in a hoarse voice, rested for a while, stood up strongly, picked up the resignation letter, and muttered to himself: "Even if you are a scumbag, you have to die a master!"

I wanted to leave, but I lowered my head, almost uncontrollably, and tears flowed down my eyes.

I don't know how many years I haven't cried, but in the past few hours today, I shed a lot of tears.

Holding the letter in his hand, his fingers were bruised.

sat down dejectedly, there was still a slight entanglement in his heart - Li Qian said that he would not tell anyone else, not even Mr. Qi, and he also promised that everything that should be given would be given as follows, until the matter of this play is completely over, and everyone will go their own way!

So, the opportunity is just around the corner!

Are you the one who crawled out of the bottom of the pit, what kind of face do you want from him? How can the face be important! What kind of face do you want! What kind of resignation do you want! At this time, you should be shameless, and go to shoot it hard! Shoot this scene beautifully, and then slap your ass and leave generously!

You are a gentleman, who have you been afraid of!

I didn't want to brag last night, so I just followed the path of bragging!

…………

When I turned my head, there was a gift box under the coffee table.

I only remember in a trance, as if someone had come a few days ago, and I had to throw it down. It's going to be so dizzy that I can't even remember the name of the person who threw it down.

Just remember that there should be two bottles of wine inside.

Feng Bicheng suddenly laughed, the kind that worked hard, then bent down, picked up the gift bag, and took it out, sure enough, it was wine, and it was good wine!

"Fuck!"

He unscrewed the cap.

…………

He felt as if he was drunk, and when he woke up, why should he go and drink again!

It was as if it was light, and then dark, and then it was bright again.

It was very hot in the room, and he was sweating all over his stomach after taking a big sip of liquor, but he didn't realize that the remote control of the air conditioner was at hand, but he couldn't remember it at all, and he didn't realize that he needed to turn it on.

That's it, drink, drink, drink.

In the past few years, I struggled to survive in people's ignorance and ridicule, and finally got a stable job again, and then I was close to getting another chance to make a comeback - infinite confidence in life, career, and the future had just been established, but it collapsed in an instant!

Moreover, it's not out of his own incompetence, it's just because his character is too scummy!

For him, life is dark at the moment.

For a moment, he felt that his life was over, that he could not get out, and that it was better to simply ...... than to spend the next few decades in ridicule and contempt from people

There was a thud, and the door was suddenly pushed open.

Feng Bicheng raised his head sluggishly, looked over with drunken eyes, and the wine bottle in his hand suddenly fell.

There was a snap, and the powder was shattered.

The room is full of wine.

Or, rather, the room was already full of alcohol, but he couldn't smell it before.

There was another snap, and the lights turned on.

Piercing white.

Feng Bicheng subconsciously closed his eyes, and then raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Bang, the door closes.

After half a minute, Feng Bicheng felt that he was a little used to the light in front of him, and then he squinted and looked over again—yes, it was really the two of them.

He staggered and tried to stand up, with a smile on his face, as if trying to prove himself, "Dad, Mom, why are you here?"

But he didn't stand still, so he sat back again.

His mother looked distressed, watched, and wanted to come over, but finally stopped.

Feng Yumin's face turned pale with anger, and under the light, there was a miserable white and cold brilliance.

It's scary.

Feng Bicheng unconsciously waved his arms and smiled, "Dad, I'm ...... All right...... I'm just happy, hehe, drink a little wine, you guys...... How...... Belch...... Hehe......"

Feng Yumin stepped over, Feng Bicheng wanted to pull his mother, but he didn't dare to really stretch out his hand, he just turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it - snap!

Feng Bicheng rushed directly to the side of the sofa.

Now it's even more golden.

When he came back to his senses, he sat up in a daze, barely supported himself, and looked at his father with a puzzled expression, "Dad...... Dad, what are you...... Why do you want to fight...... Hit me!"

"You've done a good job!"

Feng Yumin roared angrily, so frightened that Feng Bicheng subconsciously shrank back into the sofa.

With this roar, Feng Bicheng seemed to be a lot more sober.

It seems like my brain is spinning again.

After more than ten seconds, the father and son looked at each other.

Then, Feng Bicheng suddenly stood up, extremely excited and excited, as if the thing he valued the most was ruined, so much so that he scolded: "I wipe your Li Qian, his scolding doesn't count......! You...... What the hell are you complaining! You...... You ......"

Syllable!

Another slap in the face!

Feng Bicheng didn't even have time to react, and was directly slapped on the sofa by his father.

Feng Yumin shouted loudly: "Sue you, you are also worthy!"

Feng Bicheng covered his face and looked up at his father.

At this time, his brain was still chaotic, but the most basic either/or reaction was subconscious, and he didn't need any brain at all - suddenly, he seemed to think of another possibility, and instantly fell into an ice cellar!

He looked up at his mom and dad in disbelief.

Feng Yumin's expression of heartache, grief and pain was intertwined, "Now it has spread throughout the film and television circle, saying that you are a person who has one thing in front of you and one thing behind your back, holding other people's rice bowls and scolding other people's mothers! What are you? You are a scumbag! You are stinky shit! Whoever steps on you will feel dirty shoes! Do you think Li Qian is the kind of person who will step on you? Ask yourself, are you worthy?"

Feng Bicheng was completely stupid.

After a long while, he seemed to slowly come back to his senses, muttering, "Then it must be his mother (I can't stand it, add a sentence, these three words are harmony words, so, it's really not me typos) Wugang, it's the (harmonious) Wugang Wang smashing egg!"

Feng Yumin looked at him with a sad face.

"It's nothing if you're careless in making friends, but what about your conscience? I, Feng Yumin, don't care what I do all my life, don't care about the size of my ability, but I have always been sincere to my friends and loyal to my career, I have taught you since I was a child, and I have always told you that you should abide by courtesy, righteousness and shame, where did you learn this wolf heart and dog lungs?"

Feng Bicheng looked up at his father, expressionless.

Even the hideous and hysterical hatred on his face just now has disappeared.

After a while, he looked down and looked around, and finally saw that the resignation letter was still lying on the coffee table, and struggled to lean out and take it, and then, he lowered his head, rubbed the resignation letter in his hand, and said slowly: "The resignation letter, I have already written it." I'm a bastard, I'm not human......! I don't have the face to see him again, you can do me a favor, help me find someone to deliver this letter!"

Feng Yumin glanced down when he heard this.

The handwriting was messy and had no usual demeanor, but he could still recognize it at a glance, it must have been written by his son's own hand.

After staring at the resignation letter for a moment, he sighed, "You know how to make a face!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere seemed to ease a lot, and Feng Bicheng, who had been standing on the side, finally couldn't help it, ran over in a few steps, sat down next to Feng Bicheng, raised his hand and touched his face, "Cheng'er...... You're stupid!"

As he spoke, he carefully stroked the clear finger prints on his face, distressed and grieved, and couldn't help but shed tears first.

Feng Bicheng turned his head to look at his mother, and after looking at it for a moment, his heart, which he had thought was dead, suddenly hurt again-like someone holding a knife and slashing back and forth in it!

"Mom, I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry Dad! I'm ...... I'm a shame on you!"

Feng Bicheng's mother hugged her son and cried.

Yes, in this matter, it is not terrible to lose a job, and it is not terrible to lose an opportunity, but it is the most important thing to lose a person - a person's ability is big or small, and his ability is high, as long as he is willing to work, there is always an opportunity to make money, but once a person has the reputation of "wolf's heart and dog lungs" and "ungrateful", this life is really over!

Because no matter who your boss is, you won't want to give your job and job to an ungrateful villain!

At this time, Feng Bicheng's mother was both distressed and reluctant, raised her head with tears on her face, looked at Feng Yumin, and said: "Dad, you have a good relationship with Li Qian, you can't talk to him anymore, just say that our family Cheng'er knows that it is wrong, there is such a lesson, he must remember it for a lifetime! Let him not remember the villain! Leave our Cheng'er behind! Let Cheng'er treat him as a cow and a horse in the future?"

Feng Yumin sighed and glanced at his wife, but did not speak.

He turned to look at his son, who looked like a dead man with his head down, and said: "Pack up your things, pack your things now, don't stay in Shuntian Mansion and embarrass me! I will arrange for someone to apply for a visa and buy a ticket for you at dawn tomorrow, and when you get the ticket and visa, you will get out of here immediately, as long as I don't die, you will not be allowed to come back!"

After a pause, he looked at this son who had been pinned on him with high hopes with a sad and indignant expression, and said indignantly: "You'd better die outside! Don't come back in this life!"

…………

Two days later, Suncheonfu.

The car is running.

Outside the car window, there is the bustling and lively city of Suncheonfu.

Feng Bicheng stared blankly at the fleeting buildings, streets, and crowds outside the car window.

In fact, you don't necessarily have to leave, but staying, no matter what you do, you will definitely have to bear shame and contempt.

Gone well, walked easy.

Change to a strange place, or even a strange country, and the people around you don't know each other, you can start from scratch.

Mom is right, my own ability is also from the art world, or from a professional class, and he has directed two movies himself, and has even become popular and sold well!

English stuff, although I haven't used it for a long time, but after practicing for a while, I can always pick it up.

And then...... may not be able to get ahead in his life, but with his own ability, at least he will not be reduced to going to a Chinese restaurant to brush dishes and serve dishes!

It's definitely better than staying!

It's just that......

Pinching the resignation letter in his hand, he licked his lips and suddenly said, "Master, turn around!"

"Huh?"

…………

Minghu Culture, 8th Floor, Artistic Director's Office, Outer Room.

"Hello Assistant Qin, is Mr. Li here?"

Qin Nuo had a formulaic smile, "I'm sorry Director Feng, Mr. Li was on a business trip the morning before yesterday." Do you have anything you need to meet and need me to queue up for you to make an appointment?"

After a pause, his face was slightly strange, and he said, "Mr. Qi is here." ”

Feng Bicheng read a lot of things from the changes in the expression on her face at a glance.

But at this time, he just smiled and shook his head, "Oh...... No more!"

Then, he took out a letter from behind his back and handed it over, "When Mr. Li comes back, can you please transfer this to him?"

After a pause, he added, "This is my ...... Letter of resignation!"

Qin Nuo glanced down at the letter, nodded, and took it, "Okay!"

Feng Bicheng smiled at her and nodded, "Thank you!"

Qin Nuo pursed his lips and smiled, "You're welcome." I'll help you put it on Mr. Li's desk, and he'll definitely see it as soon as he comes back. ”

Feng Bicheng nodded, turned around and walked out of the art director's office.

Shut the door.

The hallway was empty.

Looking inside, at the end of that side are the recording studio, the lounge, the instrument room, and in the middle are several large offices facing the door - here, the core administrative area of the entire Minghu culture.

Once, he was not very willing to come here to be an ordinary "working boy", and once, when he was familiar with and adapted to this place, he felt the thriving energy here, and began to like it.

At that time, every time he walked into this corridor, looked at the offices on both sides of the corridor, and looked at the nameplate on it, which read "Art Director's Office", "General Manager's Office", "Art Deputy Director's Office", "Film and Television Director's Office", he always couldn't help but say in his heart: One day, Lao Tzu will move here and have an office here!

It's either the "Office of the Deputy Director of Art" or the "Office of the Film and Television Director"!

But now...... Hehe.

Attention for a long time.

He turned and walked away silently.

…………

Suncheonfu Airport.

Departure lounge.

Feng Bicheng lowered his head and sat there in silence.

If you are seen by someone familiar, the first thing you will feel is that he seems to be dead.

The whole person is like a ball of dead ashes.

Numb, emaciated, silent, sluggish.

The airport radio suddenly mentioned a familiar flight number, and he slowly looked up.

Look around.

Many people who are also waiting for the plane have already begun to talk and laugh and pick up their carry-on luggage and prepare to board the plane.

Feng Bicheng was silent for a moment, and then slowly stood up.

Look out, look back.

This is gone, and there is no return.

Mixed in with the crowd, Feng Bicheng silently followed the team to board the plane.

But as he walked, his pace suddenly slowed down.

The crowd behind bypassed him and walked forward.

Soon, he was left alone in the passage.

He suddenly muttered, "Let's go, I'm a dog who will die in a foreign land in the future!"

"But I'm a gentleman!"

"Pure gentlemen who were born in Shuntianfu and grew up in Shuntianfu!"

"If you are wrong, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand upright!"

"I'm dead, and there's nothing to be afraid of. ”

With muttering and muttering, he turned around expressionlessly and walked in the opposite direction.

…………

Minghu Culture, Artistic Director's Office.

Qin Nuo looked at Feng Bicheng, who had returned after a few hours, with surprise on his face.

At his feet, there were two large suitcases.

is different from the appearance of the face like ashes in the morning, at this moment, he gives people the feeling that he has neither the pride of the boy brother on his body before, nor the stiffness of his heart like ashes in the morning, at this moment, he seems to be unusually low-key, peaceful and simple.

Even the smile seems more sincere than before, I don't know how much.

"Hello Assistant Qin, I'm here to trouble you again, my resignation letter...... Can I get it back?"

Qin Nuo was stunned for a moment, a little entangled, but finally nodded, "It can be, but ...... When Mr. Li comes back, I still have to report this matter to him!"

Feng Bicheng laughed slowly, "Of course, this is your job, understand, understand!"

Qin Nuo glanced at him again when he heard this, and he still felt extremely surprised.

But in the end, she still opened the drawer and took out the resignation letter that had not yet had time to put on Li Qian's desk.

Feng Bicheng nodded in thanks, "Thank you!"

Taking his resignation letter, he turned around, pushed the two big suitcases with difficulty, and walked out, looking at his back, Qin Nuo's eyes blinked, and blinked again.

All the way to him and his luggage, all disappeared at the door.

A hand was reached back.

A soft snap.

The door closed.

***

6,000 words, don't tear it down!

Knife plough asks you for a monthly pass!

In addition, the matter is done, I have to return tomorrow, more than ten hours in the car, there may be no way to write, or know in advance, I hope forgive me!

But...... Well, I've been getting thicker lately, and I'm still asking for a monthly pass!

Let's cheer up and support it!