"Hoo ——!"

The two of them were silent in the small restaurant for a while, and only after half a sound did Yang Qiu sigh, silently stood up and walked out.

Wu Wenfang, who had never dared to speak, followed closely behind.

"Brother Wen Fang, let's keep walking. ”

"Good. ”

"After we go to South China to visit, we will go to the Zhuangyuan Building for a meal and rest. Yang Qiu pointed to a luxuriously decorated restaurant on the street and introduced: "There are usually a lot of filmmakers there who gather and chat, maybe we can meet one or two big stars or something." ”

Wu Wenfang's eyes lit up, and he replied with another 'click': "Okay, I'll also find a few celebrities to take a group photo then." Yo yo yo, do you still have foreign actors?"

Looking at Wu Wenfang for a while, Yang Qiu followed his gaze.

I saw two or three tall foreigners, wearing a World War II British uniform, walking out of the Shiguang set.

Then a few people walked to a small food stall and said in a strange way, 'Faint noodles click'.

Taking advantage of the stall owner's cooking skills, a few foreigners began to talk in their mouths.

But apparently, they don't speak English.

Yang Qiu looked at a few foreigners, raised his head and explained: "Of course, there are quite a few, even if you want to make a pure Spanish-language film, Hou Wangmiao can also get you together, and the price is cheap, but in the end, it's troublesome, and you have to dub it again." ”

"What do you say?" Wu Wenfang said curiously.

Yang Qiu pointed to the southeast direction and said with a smile: "These people are all former White Russian refugees, and the United Nations has set up a White Russian refugee point in Taizi Road next to it, and there are two or three thousand people." But these people......"

"What's wrong with these people?"

"Listen, they speak Russian. Yang Qiu paused for two seconds before explaining: "Most of these people don't know Chinese and don't understand English, you go and ask them to film to make money, they are not happy, and the price is much cheaper than those foreigners who speak English." ”

"Ha ——!"

Wu Wenfang sighed, looked at the Hou Wangmiao in front of him and said, "In this way, your Xiangjiang is really the right time, place and people!"

"Probably...... bar. Yang Qiu frowned and replied somewhat ambiguously.

The two walked all the way along the avenue, the sun was just right today, Wu Wenfang took two photos from time to time with his camera, and kept casually looking for Yang Qiu to talk.

But......

"Well, Brother Yang, I don't know if there's a question to ask or not. Wu Wenfang, who had been enduring it just now, said slowly.

Yang Qiuleng paused for a moment and replied, "What?"

"That ......" Wu Wenfang hesitated, but finally asked: "Director Qin Jian, who is it?"

"Qin Jian?" Yang Qiu's heart swelled with a strange feeling, but he still explained: "Qin Jian is a Cantonese film director who has emerged in the past two years, and the film he has made has a good reputation, I heard that ......"

Yang Qiu paused slightly, but continued: "I heard that this Qin Jian has also written a lot of scripts, and he is a famous screenwriter in Xiangjiang. ”

"I heard?" Wu Wenfang was also a little stunned, and wondered: "Brother Yang doesn't know him?"

“……”

Yang Qiu knew why he felt weird, so he said a little depressedly: "You won't ...... Wait, when did I say I knew him. ”

"Uh-ha-"

Wu Wenfang only felt embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "I saw that you just rejected that person's script, and I thought it was ......."

"Do you think that I teamed up with Qin Jian to bully him?" Yang Qiu was speechless for a moment, slapped his forehead and said, "I rejected that guy because I really didn't like that script." ”

"Aha......"

"That guy's script, how to say it, he shouldn't have even read my "Funny Times", and ran to my fame, but he didn't know that he had overwritten it. ”

That "Absurd Times", not to mention the attitude of writing, just in terms of content, it stepped on Yang Qiu's line.

Its historical background and location are set in the magic capital of 1948......

"The Age of Absurdity", there must be some absurd things, and the most powerful absurd thing here and now, apart from the currency reform done by Prince Jiang, what else can there be.

In the script, there was a burst of cynicism.

But is this something that can be said explicitly......

Therefore, in this "Absurd Times", no matter how interesting his story is, how smooth the plot is, and how profound the idea is, Yang Qiu is directly grateful for it.

didn't think about it, Yang Qiu's ordinary refusal of the script caused both of them to misunderstand.

Really, there's nowhere to make sense.

"Haha, Brother Yang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Wu Wenfang laughed awkwardly, rubbed his finger and pointed at the champion building and said, "Wait, wait a minute, I'll put the wine and ask you for guilt." ”

"It's ......"

"Boss!"

The two were standing on the side of the avenue and arguing, Yang Qiu had just said two words, and then he heard two familiar calls in the distance, turned his head to follow the sound, and saw Wang Tianlin running towards him all the way.

This guy, Yang Qiu frowned slightly, wasn't he preparing to do the later stage of the movie?

"Boss! boss!" Wang Tianlin ran to Yang Qiu sweating profusely, stopped and gasped: "Boss, it's not good, it's not good, something is wrong." ”

Yang Qiu chuckled in his heart, something related to him and Wang Tianlin...... Could it be that something went wrong with the film negatives?

"What's wrong?" Yang Qiu asked anxiously.

"The news I just received, Brother Yan, he ......" Wang Tianlin's face was gray, and he said with some trembling: "Brother Yan, he has passed away." ”

The only one who can be called Brother Yan by the two of them is Yan Hua, who is in the advanced stage of liver cancer.

On April 19, 1951, after more than half a year of illness, Yan Hua finally left his wife, four sons, and a daughter who had just been born not long ago, and passed away.

It was only two weeks before his thirty-third birthday.

Film colleagues were amazed and lamented the loss of a talent in the film industry.

Two days later, a memorial service for Yan Hua was held at the Kowloon Funeral Home.

Because Yan Hua and Hong Wei have a good relationship in the film industry, many people from the film industry came to attend the memorial service.

By the time Yang Qiu, Liu Lianghua, Li Hanxiang and Wang Tianlin arrived in the auditorium in black shirts, there were already many people in the film industry who knew each other, but everyone looked solemn.

Without a hurry to talk, the three of them presented wreaths and couplets, then entered the auditorium and bowed to Yan Hua's posthumous photo.

Hongwei and the four sons next to her are dressed in filial piety clothes, and the youngest daughter is not here because she was born not long ago.

Yan Hua's eldest son, Hao Nian, kowtowed with a wooden face on the side to return the salute.

"Sister Hong, mourn!" Yang Qiu finished saluting, walked over to Hongwei and whispered.

Hongwei snorted, and whispered with red eyes, "Thank you." ”

"Ahem—"

Xiao Hongnian next to him suddenly coughed lightly, Yang Qiu saw that the little guy's face turned a little pale, and said worriedly: "What's wrong with Hongnian?"

"Some minor colds. Xiao Hongnian was familiar with Yang Qiu, and replied to himself.

"Sister Hong, why don't you let Hongnian go to rest and rest, this body is ......"

"I'm not going, I'm not going. Xiao Hongnian suddenly hugged Hongwei, cried with red eyes: "Woo, I have taken medicine, I want to accompany my mother here." ”

"Hongnian, woo-"

“……”

Seeing the two mothers and children holding their heads and crying, Yang Qiu really didn't want to say anything, sighed secretly in his heart, and turned around and walked out of the auditorium.

'The film industry is in need of talent, and how can you die in terms of time and year. ’

Stopping at the door of the auditorium, Yang Qiu looked at a pair of elegiac couplets in front of him, which was written by the famous lyricist Mr. Li Junqing, which expressed the regret of people in the entertainment industry for Yan Hua's sudden death.

As for how famous Li Junqing is, as long as he knows that "Only Mother is Good in the World", which was just snatched by Yang Qiu, is the lyrics of this one.

This is a later story, so I won't mention it here.

"Brother, Sister Hong is so pitiful, in the future, their family of six, orphans and widows, how can they live?!" Li Hanxiang's dark face was also a little gloomy at this time.

Among the few people, he has the best relationship with Yan Hua and Hong Wei, but at this moment, he is also the saddest among them.

"Well——, what else can I do. Yang Qiu looked up and sighed, "In the future, if we can help, let's try to help as much as possible." ”

"Good. Li Hanxiang nodded solemnly.

"Mister Young, you're here too. ”

A familiar voice suddenly came from the side, Yang Qiu turned his head to look, and saw Li Ying standing next to him looking at him, Yang Qiu nodded and asked, "Director Li, when did you come?"

"I came early in the morning, Yan Hua and I are old acquaintances, and I wanted to come as soon as possible to help, but I didn't expect everyone to be busy. Li Ying shook her head and sighed helplessly.

Although this guy is a little greedy for money and lustful, he has nothing to say to his friends.

Yang Qiu had no choice but to say: "Director Li still has a heart, let's ......"

"Hong Nian! Hong Nian! What's wrong with you?"

There was a sudden exclamation in the auditorium, Yang Qiu was shocked when he heard it was Hongwei's voice, and followed everyone towards the auditorium, but before he had taken a few steps, he was stopped by a large group of people on the periphery.

Separated by a bunch of heads, Yang Qiu faintly saw Xiao Hongnian lying in Hongwei's arms with his eyes closed tightly and breathing rapidly.

The situation does not look good! <