An autumn rain drenched the tide and rained down overnight, slightly relieving the scorching heat of the Xiangjiang River in recent days.

The rain-washed Tsz Wan Shan is becoming more and more green, and the small streams that converged last night flow quietly along the trees. The mountain breeze blew through the forest, bringing the smell of earth and grass all the way down the mountain.

The ordinary people at the foot of the mountain also rarely encountered such a cool weather, so they got up early in the morning and started a day's hard work.

On the first floor of a five-story concrete building on Tsz Wan Road, Wang's mother, who is about fifty years old, also got up early in the morning, looked at the good weather outside, nodded with satisfaction, and then turned back to the kitchen to start making breakfast.

As a native of Modu, he is naturally not used to eating rice noodles and shrimp dumplings.

So he spread a few flatbreads with flour, boiled out a pot of white porridge, steamed three eggs, and pickled mustard at home, and a simple poor people's breakfast was completed.

Seeing that the sons' room had not moved, Wang's mother was not in a hurry to eat first.

After adding a small fire to the stove and covering the pot to heat up the breakfast, Wang's mother took a low stool, walked to the coffee table under the windowsill, picked up the paste she had boiled and began to paste the matchbox.

Wang's mother, who is not in good health, is the only job she can find that is suitable and can supplement the family.

Although poor, she lived a very satisfying life.

Since the death of her husband more than ten years ago, this is the most reassuring period of life for her and her three sons in the more than ten years of exile.

At the very least, I won't worry about getting shelled one day.

Now the only thing she cares about is that the three sons in the family are gradually growing up, but the family is so poor, how can she tell them a good daughter-in-law......

Just thinking about it all the way, there were a lot of matchboxes on the coffee table after a while.

Here, Wang's mother had just pasted a box, looked up at the sun outside the window, frowned, wiped her hands and put down her tools, and walked to the door of her sons' room.

Knock Knock ——!

"Second, third, get up. Wang's mother screamed, listening to no movement inside, and shouted, "Don't be late for work." ”

As soon as this 'work' exited, there was finally some movement in the room. Mother Wang nodded, turned around and walked to the stove, and served breakfast.

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It didn't take long for the door of the sons to be pulled open, and two half-grown sons, about sixteen or seventeen years old, were squeezed out.

I saw that these two halves were also in line with their age, and they were a little rough in their work.

One was barefoot, but with a shoe in his hand, he put his shoe on his foot as he ran to the gate, and the other had not even put on his pants, and after two steps, his left foot stepped on the hem of his right leg, and he almost fell.

Seeing the two of them running towards the gate one by one, Wang's mother was anxious and shouted, "Why are you going?" ”

"Mom, there's no time, we're going to be late. The second one, who had finally put on his shoes, shouted.

"Don't you have time?

"Yesterday, Manager Zhang in the factory said that there were many orders recently, and he asked us to go to work an hour early. ”

"Huh?"

"Mom, don't talk about it, let's go. ”

"Hey, no matter how anxious you are, you can eat breakfast before leaving, otherwise how can you survive without eating all day." ”

"Third child, take two cakes and eat them on the way. ”

"Good!"

Seeing that the two sons were about to rush out of the door with two cakes, Wang's mother was in pain and angry, listening to the lack of movement in her son's room, she couldn't help but look at the back of the third child and shouted: "The third child, where is your eldest brother?"

"Big brother, he only came back in the early hours of last night, and he probably has to sleep for a while. The third child dropped a word, and ran away from the distance, and disappeared.

Hearing that the eldest son only came back in the early hours of last night, Wang's mother couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and seeing that the eldest son couldn't get up for a while, she brought the breakfast back to the pot and heated it.

To say that among the three sons, the one she feels most distressed about is this eldest son.

When Wang's husband died, the two youngest sons were still young and ignorant, and the eldest son had just graduated from primary school at the age of twelve.

As a result, the family lost its breadwinner, the sons could not read, and the second and third children were too young to work, so the eldest had to follow his uncle out to work outside to earn money and supplement the family.

It was this twelve-year-old child who used his thin shoulders to support most of the family.

Until now, the eldest son is still struggling for this family, looking tired and panicking, can Wang's mother not feel distressed.

Wang's mother felt sorry for her eldest son who was tired, and her eldest son Wang Tianlin, who was lying on the bed, also felt really tired.

Not only the body is tired, but the heart is even more tired.

In fact, as early as when the second and third brothers got up, he had already woken up.

Yesterday I was fortunate to work hard all day on the set, and when I came back at night, I was drenched in the rain, although I wiped my body in time, but when I woke up in the morning, I still felt a little hot on my forehead, and the whole person was dizzy.

I guess I accidentally got cold......

Thinking so, Wang Tianlin wrapped himself in a quilt and fell asleep again.

Just lay quietly all the way until noon, the sun finally began to exert its last vestiges of the end of summer, the temperature gradually rose, and Wang Tianlin was woken up by the heat.

He was sweating profusely, but he was very conscious.

Pushing away the quilt and stretching his waist, Wang Tianlin, who was in a somewhat better mood, smelled the smell of sweat on his body, wrinkled his nose, and then took a change of clothes and ran all the way to the bathroom.

Wang's mother watched her son finally get up and brought breakfast out of the pot again.

After a wash, Wang Tianlin, who was refreshed, came out of the bathroom, sat down at the dining table, picked up a bowl of white porridge, and sacrificed his already hungry temple.

Wang's mother saw that her son was eating happily, and she was also a little happy, so she sat down at the table together, and finally ate breakfast by herself.

Well...... Maybe it's better to call it lunch.

"Son, I heard from the third child that you only came back in the early hours of last night?" While eating, Wang's mother looked at her very thin son and asked with some concern.

"Busy at work. ”

"You must pay attention to safety that night, Xiangjiang has not been peaceful recently. ”

"Good. ”

"How about Uncle Li's niece who let you see it last time......?

"Mom, I'm still young, so there's no urgency. ”

"How can this ......?"

"Mom, let's wait and talk about this situation in our family. ”

"We can't wait for this, we can't wait for ......"

"Alright, Mom, I'm full. Wang Tianlin, who was already awake, was dazed by his mother's muttering again, this time he was too lazy to eat, so he stood up and continued: "Mom, I went out to work, you don't have to wait for me at night." ”

"Huh, so soon, you haven't even drunk half of this porridge. ”

"It's okay, I'm thin, I have a small appetite, I'm full. Wang Tianlin patted his belly while packing up his clothes at the door.

"Really?"

"Really. Wang Tianlin nodded, pushed open the door, and then waved his hand and said, "Mom, I'll go first, you ...... slowly"

"Wait, wait!"

"What's wrong?" Wang Tianlin asked back.

Mother Wang suddenly slapped her forehead, looked at Wang Tianlin and said, "I almost forgot, your uncle came here last night." ”

Holding the hand on the door, Wang Tianlin's face stiffened for a moment, but he immediately recovered and asked, "Is there anything wrong with my uncle?"

"Your cousin Ah Xuan, and my little sister are about to study in the next semester, and the tuition fee is ......."

Wang's mother was a little difficult to elaborate, but Wang Tianlin understood at once, nodded and said, "Okay, when the work is finished in the evening, I will send it to my uncle and them." ”

"That's good, that's good. ”

"Mom, I'll leave first. ”

"Okay, be careful on the road. ”

Wang Tianlin waved goodbye to his mother with a smile all the way, and when he was out of his mother's field of vision, his face collapsed.

His uncle has always been very good to him, and if his uncle hadn't taken him out to work, in that war-torn era, the family would have been separated long ago, and they wouldn't be able to stay together as they are now.

So Wang Tianlin is very grateful to his uncle.

Even the fact that he is making movies now was brought into the industry by his uncle.

Wang Tianlin's uncle Wang Pengyi, who was also a well-known Cantonese film producer in Xiangjiang before World War II, opened a company and made a lot of films. However, World War I ruined most of Xiangjiang's film industry, and his uncle's company was unfortunately included.

After the war, Wang Pengyi returned to Xiangjiang and began to play Cantonese films again.

But the result was to shoot one and shoot two and two, and it didn't take long to accompany the capital in his hand, and he owed a lot of money outside.

At this time, Wang Pengyi was unable to make a comeback, and his life fell into a predicament. He himself was even more disheartened with movies and gradually faded out of the film industry.

But unexpectedly, Wang Tianlin, who was already an adult at this time, began to mix in the Cantonese film industry.

As soon as he turned 20 years old, Wang Tianlin became an assistant director and helped many directors make Cantonese movies.

In the past year, Wang Tianlin has been directing for the first time, and has made eight films in a row, completely making a name for himself in the Cantonese film circle.

Although Cantonese film directors don't make much money, they are a good income, and Wang Tianlin often helps his uncle's family, which has become a habit.

It's just obvious that Wang Pengyi, who has faded out of the film and television industry, doesn't know Wang Tianlin's current situation.

Wang Tianlin, who was standing on the corner of the street, searched all over his body, and only found seventeen yuan.

With this amount of money, not to mention the tuition fees of my cousins and cousins, I am afraid that even the cost of meals at school is enough.

Wang Tianlin was a little worried, have you ever seen such a poor director?

In He Jiayuan's house, Yang Qiu took back the script and glared angrily at Cao Dahua: "A thousand yuan, what about you send Huazi?"

"Hey, a thousand yuan is enough, okay?" Cao Dahua didn't bring Xiao Lori with him at this time, and also shouted: "Do you know how much a Cantonese film script costs now? Five hundred, then someone still has to buy it." I'll give you a thousand dollars, which is already considered top-notch. ”

"Oh, thank you. ”

"Haha, no thanks. Cao Dahua waved his hand, looked at the script in Yang Qiu's hand and said, "Get the book back, I haven't finished reading it yet." ”

"Get out!"

"Hey, you ......" Cao Dahua tilted his head, pointed at Yang Qiu and said angrily: "The dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know the hearts of good people, if you take out this book and sell it, see who will give you a price of 1,000." ”

"I don't sell it!

"Forehead......" Cao Dahua was stunned for a moment, glanced Yang Qiu up and down, and said in disbelief: "Do you shoot it yourself?"

“……”

The audience was silent for a while, Yang Qiu looked at the script in his hand, and suddenly asked with flashing eyes: "I heard that there is a very powerful 'assistant director Wang' in your circle, and now he is having a hard time, right?"

“…… What are you going to do?"

"Huh-"