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God knows what the Oscar organizing committee thinks, anyway, "The Shawshank Redemption" won the best picture in the end, which made many people in the industry feel like a thunderstorm.

did not win technical awards such as photography, costumes, editing, etc., nor did he win Best Screenplay, Best Music, let alone Best Actor and Best Director.

In this case, "The Shawshank Redemption" is not the best in any aspect, and what reason and qualifications does such a "mediocre" film have to win the best picture?

In this way, the best picture became a joke, and Wang Zijun even felt an insult the moment he picked up the trophy. That's why I said that acceptance speech - the Oscar organizing committee was kicked in the head by a donkey, no, it was a big structure that was transformed by aliens.

Sure enough, after the awards ceremony, many media outlets questioned why there was such an unbelievable best film, and you either didn't give it, or awarded some other awards to prove the film. Is the trophy for the best picture so lonely a test of the public's IQ?

On the side of the Oscar organizing committee, there is no explanation.

At the same time, Wang Zijun's acceptance speech was also published by the media word for word, and the "Hollywood Reporter" directly ridiculed: "We can know from the frequent appearance of FO traces this year that aliens are about to invade the earth." And the key to invading the earth is to attack the United States, and the key to attacking the United States is to occupy California, and the purpose of occupying California is to dominate Hollywood. Facts have proved that the alien invasion plan has already begun to bear fruit......"

Woody Allen and George Lucas are the biggest winners of this edition of Hollywood, and even Spielberg is only a foil. However, because of the weird awards, reporters' interest in Wang Zijun is not lower than that of the first two directors.

As soon as it was over, several reporters approached Wang Zijun at the same time and asked him to express his views on this year's Oscars.

Wang Zijun didn't want to say much about this, but introduced his new film, and he started a free advertisement in front of several reporters: "Everything has passed, and I am concerned about next year's Oscars." ”

Sure enough, a reporter asked very cooperatively: "Zachary, you said next year's Oscars, do you already have a new shooting plan?" ”

Wang Zijun said: "Of course, in fact, my new film has been in preparation for three months. ”

"Can you get some news?" The reporters were happy, but they didn't expect to dig up the news of Wang Zijun's new film.

Wang Zijun smiled: "Of course, this is a story that takes place 20 years later, in which the audience can not only enjoy the action and gunfight scenes of jīng Cai, but also see various future technology products." Of course, the most important thing is that the plot is very jīng彩, and I can't see too much here. ”

The more Wang Zijun hid, the more interested the reporters became, because Wang Zijun never let them down.

The reporters still want to ask again, but Wang Zijun no longer pays attention to them, hanging his appetite is the right way, and he has said it all at once, what will he use to promote it in the future?

Wang Zijun got rid of reporters, and Oscar didn't go to the drinking party, so he returned home early.

It was already a little late, and Wang Zijun returned home to find that the training room opened up by the storage room was still lit.

Walking in, there are a lot of sports facilities added here - sandbags, barbells, etc., and Lin Bowen is sweating profusely there.

"Boss, you're here." Lin Bowen heard footsteps and stopped.

Wang Zijun asked, "What about your master?" ”

Lin Bowen said: "My master is sick and has to have surgery, and my master went to go back to Taiwan in the afternoon, and she hasn't come back yet." ”

"Sick?" Wang Zijun asked.

Lin Bowen said: "No, it's just a general operation, and the master is not at ease, so he has to go back." ”…,

Wang Zijun asked, "How are you doing?" ”

"It's boring!" Lin Bowen said with a painful expression.

Lin Bowen has been doing basic physical training such as ordinary running and push-ups for the first three months, and I thought that once these trainings were over, Li Jinghao would teach him real martial arts skills. Unexpectedly, now he has only learned the basic movements of punching and kicking tǐ, Li Jinghao asked him to hit the sandbag and ponder repeatedly, and then asked him to push the barbell every day, practice squats and so on. This is too far from Lin Bowen's imaginary martial arts training.

"Come on, I'll make two moves." Wang Zijun said with a smile.

"Good!" Lin Bowen excitedly asked Wang Zijun if he wanted to wear protective gear.

Wang Zijun said: "It's so troublesome, attack directly!" ”

When Lin Bowen heard this, he didn't say hello, and immediately stabbed Wang Zijun in the face with a jab.

Wang Zijun stretched out his hand and slapped his fist, and just before Lin Bowen could make the next move, he suddenly stretched out his tǐ and put a foot in his abdomen, kicking him back more than a meter and sitting on the ground.

"Too slow!" Wang Zijun has a feeling that Bruce Lee abused him at that time.

"It's you who react too fast!" Lin Bowen stood up with his stomach up, he saw Wang Zijun's kick just now, but he didn't have time to react whether he dodged or blocked.

Lin Bowen came up to fight again, and was soon beaten back again. Lin Bowen felt that his strength had strengthened a lot after several months of training, but the confidence he had built up was instantly broken by me, Wang Zijun.

After abusing Lin Bowen enough, Wang Zijun dragged him to sit down and rest, and asked, "When you come to the United States, do you want to go over to find your father who has never met?" ”

"I don't want to see him." Lin Bowen shook his head and said that not only did he not want to see the American father he had never met, but even the Taiwanese mother who threw him to his grandmother since he was a child didn't want to have any connection.

Wang Zijun patted him on the shoulder, stood up and said, "Practice slowly, I'll go first." ”

"Goodbye, boss." Lin Bowen sent him out of the training room.

When I returned to the living room, I saw Lin Qingxia watching TV while scraping apple pulp with an iron spoon to feed Xiaofeiyu. Lin Yi, on the other hand, nibbled on a peeled apple and sat next to Lin Qingxia, staring at the TV playing Chinese programs.

When Wang Zijun saw this, a happy smile appeared on his face. The apple in Lin Yi's hand was most likely cut by Lin Qingxia for him, it seems that Lin Qingxia has accepted this child and is good to him.

Although Lin Qingxia still can't get along with Lin Fengjiao, being able to accept Lin Fengjiao and his children is already a great progress.

"Daddy's back." Lin Yi jumped off the sofa and ran over and jumped into Wang Zijun's arms.

Wang Zijun hugged his son, walked to Lin Qingxia's side, sat down against her, and grimaced at Xiao Feiyu in Lin Qingxia's arms.

"Gege Ge ......" Xiao Feiyu saw her father's grimace, and immediately let out a nǎi sound and angry laughter, squirting out the apple pulp that Lin Qingxia had just fed her.

"As soon as you come back, you will pound làn!" Lin Qingxia blamed.

Wang Zijun was overjoyed, Lin Qingxia was finally able to talk to him normally, instead of either saying nothing or ordering directly, as before.

Wang Zijun took advantage of the situation to put his hand on her back, Lin Qingxia struggled, and moved her body to the other side.

Wang Zijun had no choice but to withdraw his hand and say to NV'er: "Xiaoyu, can you give me your apples?" ”

When Wang Feiyu heard this, he bit the spoon that his mother fed him, for fear of being robbed. Lin Yi, who was held by Wang Zijun, stretched out the apple in his hand to his father's mouth and said, "Dad, my apple is for you to eat." ”

"That's good!" Wang Zijun took a small bite of praise and asked, "Who peeled the apple for you?" ”

Lin Yi said: "It's Aunt Qingxia." Aunt Qingxia was kind to me, she took me and my sister to go shopping today, and bought a lot of delicious and fun toys. ”…,

"Really? Then have you thanked Aunt Qingxia? Wang Zijun asked.

"Thank you already." Lin Yi said.

The father and son were talking, and Lin Qingxia stood up without saying a word to go back to the room. She now feels that her life is a mess, and when she first moved here, she was resentful and sad, but after getting along for a month, she gradually got used to it. Although she is still dissatisfied with Lin Fengjiao, the well-behaved Lin Yi makes her like it very much.

And with Lin Yi playing with NV, he is much happier than being bored at home alone in Taiwan.

But it was this kind of change that made Lin Qingxia extremely awkward, and the thought of adapting to living under the same roof with her husband's other person made Lin Qingxia feel extremely terrible.

Before Lin Qingxia could take a few steps, Lin Fengjiao came over with a skirt and a shirt, she didn't talk to Wang Zijun, but said to Lin Qingxia with a smile: "Sister, I will iron your clothes for you." ”

As soon as Lin Qingxia saw Lin Fengjiao's kind and intimate smile, she felt a headache.

During the time that the two NVs got along, there was no conflict. Every time Lin Qingxia wanted to find an opportunity to lose her temper, Lin Fengjiao greeted her with a smile, called her sister long and sister short, and helped her do things from time to time, and snatched all the housework such as cooking.

With such a rival in love, Lin Qingxia really doesn't know how to deal with it. Even, Lin Qingxia actually has a sense of superiority as the head of the house from time to time, and Lin Fengjiao's various actions greatly satisfy her vanity that she herself is not aware of.

Lin Qingxia, who was usually helpless in the face of Lin Fengjiao, kept a straight face and didn't speak, but this time she finally couldn't help it and said: "I said it all, my clothes come by myself, I have hands." ”

Lin Fengjiao smiled and said, "When I collected your clothes, I saw that you were a little wrinkled, so I helped you iron them, and it didn't take much effort." ”

"I can't stand it anymore, please don't smile at me all day in the future, okay! And don't call me sister, you're older than me! Lin Fengjiao said loudly out of control.

Wang Zijun smiled and winked at Lin Fengjiao, then walked to Lin Qingxia's side and coaxed: "Okay, Qingxia, Fengjiao is also a good intention." When we live together, we are a family, and wouldn't it be better to help each other? ”

"I'm too lazy to tell you, I can't stand it anymore, and I'll go back to Taipei in a few days. You can do whatever you want here, I don't care anyway......" After a pause, Lin Qingxia said with difficulty, "Let's get a divorce, it's good for everyone!" ”

When Lin Fengjiao heard the word "divorce", her heart jumped, and the joy in her heart couldn't help but run to her face. But seeing that Wang Zijun was there, he could only hide his smile vividly, and turned into a panicked expression, walked up to Lin Qingxia and said, "Sister, don't say this kind of thing, if it really doesn't work, I'll go back to Taipei." If you divorce Zijun, he will hate me to death. ”

"Can you please stop being so hypocritical?" Lin Qingxia sneered.

Lin Fengjiao lowered her head, looked like she was wished, and stopped talking.

Wang Zijun hugged the angry Lin Qingxia in his arms, Lin Qingxia broke free a few times without success, and no longer made meaningless movements, only turned her head away from him.

"Okay, don't talk about divorce. How can I let you go? Wang Zijun said, "I haven't had much time to accompany you in the past two years, running around all day." But I promise, in five years at most, when I earn enough money, I won't film, live a good life with you, and then take our children to travel around the world! ”

As soon as Lin Fengjiao heard Wang Zijun's words to coax Lin Qingxia, she felt bitter in her heart, knowing that it was impossible for Wang Zijun to divorce Lin Qingxia. If you really want to choose, Wang Zijun will definitely choose Lin Qingxia instead of her.

Lin Fengjiao, who had figured it out, immediately raised her lowered head and said to Lin Qingxia, "Sister, don't you go, okay?" As soon as you leave, Zijun will be very worried. You know, he's making a $25 million production right now, and as soon as you leave, I'll leave what happened here and chase you back, and I don't care about anything, what a loss. Sister, you are Zijun's favorite NV person, I can't snatch her. I'm just hoping that you'll give me a little bit of him. If you want to leave, I'll go, but please let Ah Yi stay, he likes to be with his dad very much, go back to Taipei with me, and he has to argue for his dad ...... in the middle of the night"...,

The two children obviously couldn't understand what the adults were doing, Lin Yi saw his mother crying, looked at the three adults and asked, "Dad, are you arguing?" ”

"We didn't quarrel, Dad and your mother, and Aunt Qingxia are discussing things." Wang Zijun said, "Xiao Yi, can you take your sister to your room to ride a wooden horse?" ”

"Okay." Lin Yi smiled and said to Xiao Feiyu in Lin Qingxia's arms, "Xiaoyu, go riding a horse." ”

"Ride a horse, Mom, I want to ride a horse!" Fei Yu said noisily.

Lin Qingxia was dizzy by Wang Zijun and Lin Fengjiao, and now her own NV is also coaxing, and her brain is even more numb.

She didn't really want to divorce Wang Zijun, she just wanted Wang Zijun to express her position. But Lin Fengjiao's retreat made her in a dilemma, as if she was unreasonable.

Lin Qingxia let the nv come down, and the two children rode the wooden horse hand in hand.

Wang Zijun coaxed for a while, but Lin Qingxia turned a deaf ear and returned to her room like a walking corpse. Wang Zijun chased after him, but found that Fang Mén had already been locked up.

Back in the living room, Wang Zijun sighed and fell on the sofa, Lin Fengjiao came over and leaned on his arms, and said softly: "Zijun, it's all my fault, or I'll go back to Taipei." ”

"Let's talk about it." Wang Zijun was upset and didn't want to discuss the matter.

Seeing that there was no one in the living room, Lin Fengjiao gently untied the mouth of Wang Zijun's shirt, and her gentle little mouth kissed and bit on the xiōng muscle.

"Don't make a fuss, I want to take a break." Wang Zijun closed his eyes and said weakly, this kind of thing is so tiring, where is he in the mood to be affectionate.

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