While Chen Xuanting won the favor of beautiful women through jokes, he had always been cautious, and he also noticed the light of jealousy and hatred of Brother Hua, and he only smiled at this. To put it bluntly, he's not his own thing, so don't bother with him at all!

In this way, Chen Xuanting had a hot fight with a group of crew members on the first day he came to the crew of "Knife of the Wind".

Wireless filming of TV series has always been efficient, and generally actors and actresses have to stay up late and work overtime. Fortunately, this crew has the big name Guo Tianwang, and the TV station has to give him some face, so he announced the end of work at about 11 o'clock in the evening.

Dragging a slightly tired body back home, the lights were still on.

Chen Xuanting knew that his father, Chen Darong, hadn't slept yet. When I opened the door, I saw Chen Darong, who was lame, watching TV while sewing clothes with needles.

A man with five big and three thick men sewing clothes with embroidery needles, such a scene Chen Xuanting has only seen on TV, not to mention that if the clothes are broken, buy another one, why sew them like this.

But immediately Chen Xuanting understood that this dress was the last gift that the woman who abandoned this family bought for Chen Darong. In Chen Darong's view, this is more precious than anything else.

"You haven't slept yet, have you?" Chen Xuanting originally wanted to say "You haven't forgotten her", but when the words came to his lips, it became such a sentence.

Chen Darong didn't expect him to come back at this time, his face was a little embarrassed, and he immediately put away his clothes, and then said, "That...... Just now, your sister-in-law made some soup and came over, and I'll give you hot water! With that, he walked into the kitchen.

How could Widow Jane make soup for Old Bean for no reason?! Chen Xuanting's mind moved, could she be interesting to him?!

So when he was drinking the soup, Chen Xuanting couldn't help but ask. Chen Darong had a straight temper, although he was a little embarrassed, he didn't hide it, and told the matter.

It turned out that since the incident in the vegetable market, the widow Jane had a new view of the lame Chen Darong.

I only heard that he was messing around on the road, causing his family to be ruined, and his wife ran away with others, so I despised him very much in my heart. But after experiencing Chen Darong's earth-shattering knife and kneeling in humiliation, Widow Jane suddenly knew what a real man was.

Widow Jane was Chinese New Year's Eve six years old, her husband died in a car accident a few years ago, leaving nothing but a seven or eight-year-old daughter, mother and daughter depended on each other, she never thought that one day she would fall in love with a man again, and this man was still a cripple.

She took the initiative to make soup tonight, and attentive people will definitely understand what she means. But Chen Darong looked very cold, like wood, and didn't say a word of enthusiasm until she left. This puzzled her.

In fact, Chen Darong's mind is very simple, he feels that he should not drag the other party down.

What is the future of a cripple who sells pork?!

"Old Bean, this is your mistake!" Chen Xuanting said suddenly. "If you think you're going to drag the other party down, then I can help you, it's a big deal that I'll take out the money from investing in business, help you buy a house, and then give you the capital to open a few shops, so that you and Sister-in-law Zhen can have a good time, and then see who will look down on you!"

"Shut up!" Chen Darong stood up and said, his face looked ugly, "Although I, Chen Darong, am a cripple, I won't spend my son's money!" I won't let you keep it! ”

Chen Xuanting was stunned, he didn't expect Lao Dou's temper to be so stubborn.

"I'm your son, it's all right to spend my money to support you!"

"I have hands and feet, and I don't need you to raise them!" Chen Darong said with a tiger face. "What's more, you have all the money urgently, how can I delay the big thing because of my own affairs!"

Chen Xuanting looked at him and sighed: "Actually, if you don't say it, I understand, you haven't forgotten the woman who abandoned us, have you?" ”

Chen Darong's body shook slightly, but he didn't speak.

Chen Xuanting continued: "It's been so long since time, can't you still forget the past? ”

Chen Darong still didn't speak, Chen Xuanting sighed, turned around and went back to the room.

In the simple room, Chen Xuanting smoked a cigarette, then took out the script distributed by the crew today, and began to gather his mind, carefully reading and revising it.

For him, since he is an assistant screenwriter, he must fulfill the responsibility of an assistant screenwriter.

According to his memory of "The Knife of the Wind", Chen Xuanting expressed some of the relatively innocent places in the script and some unpopular places in a new form. And the technique he uses is that money is the YY element in online novels.

Sure enough, after such a polish and modification by him, the originally somewhat "ancient" script that followed the old model of martial arts dramas became new, and it became more attractive to watch or shoot.

Just when Chen Xuanting was satisfying to put away the script, he suddenly heard the sound of very old music coming from the balcony outside the window. Listen carefully, but it is a song "How Precious Tonight" by Cui Ping in the 60s, and the ancient sensational melody is leisurely in my ears:

The south wind kisses the face and floats over gently, and the flowers are fragrant

The south wind kisses the face lightly, and the stars are hazy

We kissed and kissed, and we couldn't finish talking about affection

We kissed and kissed each other from the bottom of our hearts

Regardless of tomorrow to tomorrow, we will send each other

Love tonight and cherish tonight

The two of us parted and complained that the sun was about to rise in the east

We parted and wanted to see each other again in our dreams......

Outside the window, Chen Darong was lame and smoking a cigarette, listening to the singing on the tape recorder.

The old man, who had gathered soot, was like a puppet, leaning on the balcony, letting the breeze blow and the music floating. His mind had long since returned to the memory that he would never forget.

Chen Xuanting didn't say anything, looked at the tall back that refused to bend, and gently closed the window.

The song is still the same: we parted and complained that the sun was about to rise in the east

We parted and wanted to see each other again in our dreams......