Since being tricked by Mu Xi, Han Qiu has been very taboo about English. Grandma's, who has passed the eighth level and has no barriers to communicating with foreigners, was played by a child who had just learned English.

This is unreasonable!

Han Qiu could only blame himself for being too honest and his daughter being too eccentric.

Think about it this way, it's better for Mu Chen, he won't bully his father.

......

That night, the crew came to the subway station to shoot.

The plot filmed here is that the protagonist is kicked out by the landlord because he is bankrupt and has no money to pay the rent.

The son also had to follow his father to live in a fixed place and wander the streets.

As for the kids?

He had already left him when he was in the corner of the Lord, went to live in other cities, and his son was also abandoned by him to his father.

At this moment, Zhou Yuxin put on a coat for Mu Chen, afraid that he would catch a cold at night.

Although she doesn't have a drama now, she still can't let go, or she doesn't worry about Mu Chen suffering in the crew.

She didn't expect Han Qiu, she felt that Han Qiu was going to act and direct again, and she couldn't even take care of herself, and her son would definitely be left out in the cold.

"Mu Chen, are you hungry? Mommy is going to buy you something to eat. ”

"Nope." Mu Chen shook his little head, "I'm going to eat with my dad later." ”

Zhou Yuxin turned her head and saw Han Qiu dancing and talking to the staff, and her serious appearance made the people around him hang their heads slightly, listening to him nagging silently.

Zhou Yuxin's gaze gradually softened, she hugged Mu Chen's head, and said softly: "Mu Chen, are you tired of filming?" ”

"I'm not tired, it's fun to have my parents, and so many uncles and aunts with me."

"Really?"

"Well, my uncle and aunt often buy me delicious food, and they will hug me to play, and they all say that I am a good child."

"Good boy, then you have to act with your dad later, you see that dad is working so hard, finish filming early, let's go home early."

"Good~~~"

These days, every time Han Qiu finishes filming, he will take Mu Chen home. Anyway, filming in the magic capital, not far from home.

Mu Chen, who goes home every day, does not have any rejection of filming, nor does he miss home. Han Qiu was also reluctant to film a scene and take Mu Chen to run far away, and he couldn't return home for a few months. He can stand it, Mu Chen may not be able to stand it.

"Yuxin, bring Mu Chen over to film." At this time, Han Qiu greeted.

"Well, here it is."

After speaking, she said to Mu Chen: "Have you memorized all the lines?" ”

"I've memorized it for a long time, and I won't be wrong."

"Then let's go filming with Dad."

After a few moments, the prop lights are ready and the shooting begins.

In the toilet of the subway station, a pile of newspapers is placed on the floor in a disorderly manner, next to the luggage of the father and son, and the scanner that the protagonist can't sell.

Han Qiu sat on the newspaper, holding Mu Chen, who was "sleeping deeply", in his arms.

At the innermost part of the toilet, the photographer stood behind the camera, silently filming this poignant scene.

There is no place to live, so I can only stay in the toilet, how sad is this?

Han Qiu thought about it, and his face darkened.

Can't even give a bed to his son, can he be a good father?

Eyes stared helplessly at the ceiling, and the moths flew around the tubes, one after the other, desperately rushing towards the light.

Even though he was covered in bruises, he still persevered.

Isn't he like the moth that puts out the fire, smashing his head into the unattainable happiness.....

Zhou Yuxin watched this scene through the camera, her eyes were a little sour, although this was just filming, but these two were her most beloved people, how could she bear to watch them like this.

Suddenly, Mu Chen twisted in Han Qiu's arms and opened his eyes: "Dad, Leng ....."

Han Qiu was stunned, and he didn't even have a good state to brew.

There doesn't seem to be this sentence in the lines between himself and his son, right?

“cut。”

had already danced the play, and Han Qiu simply shouted to stop.

Zhou Yuxin hurriedly walked over and put on a dress for his son: "Mu Chen, are you okay?" ”

"It's not cold now..... Mu Chen shook his head, seeing that everyone was looking at him, he said embarrassedly: "Didn't I play well?" ”

Han Qiu couldn't cry or laugh, you danced the play, you must not have acted well.

But Han Qiu didn't say anything, as long as he didn't freeze his son because of acting.

After a pause, Han Qiu brewed his feelings for a while, and filming continued.

Han Qiu held Mu Chen in his arms and sat weakly against the wall, as time passed, Han Qiu's eyes looking at the ceiling became dazed again and became blank.

Thinking of the tragic fate of the protagonist these days, Han Qiu felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

At this time, Mu Chen twisted his body again and said in a daze: "Dad, I'm still cold...."

Hearing this, Zhou Yuxin, who was outside the camera, wanted to rush up again, but seeing that Han Qiu didn't shout cut, she stopped abruptly.

When Han Qiu heard this for the second time, he simply went with the flow. For some reason, this time Mu Chen's words pierced into his heart like a knife.

Cold.....

I can't give my son a warm home.

I can't even give a warm quilt.

I was such a failed father.

The more he thought about it, the more he substituted the feelings of the protagonist, the more sad Han Qiu's mood became.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes already reddening, and even his lips trembled slightly. But the hands holding Mu Chen became harder and harder.

Zhou Yuxin was heartbroken, and quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered to the person outside the door: "Knock on the door." ”

With that, there was a knock on the door from the outside. According to the script, they had to pretend that there were passers-by who wanted to go to the toilet.

Han Qiu looked at the rusty gate, and the pain and dazed look on his face became even more intense.

Sorry now here....

It is our "home".

The knock on the door was louder, accompanied by the sound of swearing. Han Qiu smiled bitterly, covered Mu Chen's ears, and lowered the constantly shaking door with the soles of his feet, his head against the wall.

Like a fish struggling on the shore.

Tears finally flowed from her red eyes, faintly with a touch of despair.

The knocking on the door became quieter and quieter, and the staff completed their task and walked away. But Zhou Yuxin wrinkled her little face and looked at the father and son who depended on each other distressedly.

The photographer was also stunned, not only by Han Qiu's performance, but also because the plot should be over here. He remembered that Director Han was going to shout "cut" at this time, but now he .....

There is no way, the director doesn't shout to stop, and he doesn't dare to make decisions on his own.

The crowd looked at the tearful Han Qiu silently, watching him hug Mu Chen tightly and tremble.

It wasn't until Mu Chen shouted "cold" in a daze again that Han Qiu suddenly woke up.

“cut。”

After speaking, he blinked his eyes, wiped the back of his hand casually around his eye sockets, and then pulled Mu Chen to stand up.

"Director Han, the acting is amazing!" The photographer gave a thumbs up and said in a somewhat dry tone.

He is familiar with the plot, so he naturally knows what the situation of the father and son is.

It can be said that Han Qiu's exaggerated performance completely conquered him.

Zhou Yuxin also hurriedly took his clothes and walked over to put them on Mu Chen, and then looked at Han Qiu, whose eyes were still a little red, and without saying a word, he directly stretched out his hands and hugged Han Qiu.

"You guy, why are you acting so sensational...."

Han Qiu didn't know how to answer, so he pulled Mu Chen over, hugged both mother and son in his arms, and then said slowly: "I... I don't know... I just thought of Mu Chen, I thought of you, and when I thought that I couldn't even give you a home, I ....."

Han Qiu suddenly felt that this was the role he had taken into the deepest feelings, the previous Zhang Mazi, the eighth princess, and the big fool among the three fools had never made him feel so deeply.

Making bullets fly is black humor; Eight kilometers of noodles, I hung up halfway through the performance; Three sillies is comedy. Only in this movie, Han Qiu has such a deep sense of substitution.

I am a father and a lovely son, and there is a feeling of fatherly love and responsibility that has always lingered in my heart.

He suddenly understood how the father in the original book felt when faced with such a desperate situation.

It was really uncomfortable and desperate.

.....

"Dad, don't cry, is it that Mu Chen didn't act well..."Mu Chen suddenly said weakly.

"No, no." Han Qiu rubbed his cheeks, which were still stained with tears, hugged his son and said, "You have done a good job, whether it is in the movie or in life, you are my father's dearest son." ”

Mu Chen clumsily wiped Han Qiu's eyes: "Then Dad, don't cry, I won't cry when I fall now." ”

"Well, Daddy doesn't cry anymore." Han Qiu burst into tears and laughed.

Pushing open the door of the toilet, Han Qiu walked out with his son in his arms. Many staff members gave Han Qiu a thumbs up. They also saw this scene through the camera outside just now, and they had never seen their Han director crying, and there was a sense of admiration in their hearts.

"Director Han, you acted so well!"

"Director Han, I think the Academy Awards will award you a Best Actor."

"Woo, I almost cried when I saw it."

"Director Han, you can simply become an actor in the future, stop filming."

Han Qiu couldn't cry or laugh: "Are you going to make trouble?" I'm not a director anymore, are you going to drink the Northwest Wind? ”

"Haha." The crowd laughed.

Han Qiu glanced back at the door of the toilet again, and then looked at the son in his arms and Zhou Yuxin with a gentle smile beside him.

Perhaps, this is when happiness knocks on the door.