"So young?"

At the gate of a community in Chaoyang District, Beijing, Wu Rusto was standing there wearing a very ordinary down jacket and jeans, and when Shao Yingying got out of the taxi, his first sentence was a question.

After seeing Shao Yingying's stunned expression, Wu Rubo smiled self-deprecatingly and explained: "Ha, don't get me wrong, what I said is not what you think, I mean, you can write "Conquest" and "Blade 1937" at such a young age, you are very capable, such as the first thirty years of my failed life, which is much stronger." ”

Wu Rubo in front of Shao Yingying was very casual, with a blue plaid shirt inside the open down jacket, and at this time, he was at the lowest point in his life.

Now Shao Yingying knows a little bit why Fu Biao is talking to himself about Wu Rustbo, I'm afraid that Meng Wu called himself is also Fu Biao's pick, and a group of artists who used to be with Wu Rustbo have now become celebrities, in the eyes of these people, the one who should be a star but is not famous should be the only one who should be Wu Rustbo.

"Do you have what it takes? I don't think, I think that this life is a step-by-step backward process, every retreat represents a failure, and when we get used to failure, retreat to the point where there is no way back, only the choice of success and death remains, then we can only work hard to succeed. Shao Yingying shook hands with Wu Rubo, and stood at the gate of the community with sparse traffic, but at this moment, he saw Wu Rubo's face with thoughtful affection.

After a while, the man who didn't care about anything came back, stretched out his hand with a hippie smile and said, "You should add a sentence after you, this is the life motto of a great screenwriter." That's cool. ”

Burst......

Shao Yingying couldn't get serious, and was instantly amused by Wu Rubo's state, this is a guy who can't do anything about him.

"Let's go, go home, Yuanyuan will come over in a while, ...... today" There was a burst of firecrackers in the community, the ground was full of red, and in the huge noise, Wu Rustbo had to raise his voice: "Today, it's in my place for the New Year." ”

Shao Yingying walked into Wu Rustbo's home with a gift box, and felt a kind of warmth in the small two-bedroom room, which should be a home with a woman, which is completely different from the single man's apartment that Shao Yingying is familiar with.

When the two sat on the sofa, the dumplings were already prepared on the coffee table in the living room, and the dumplings were neatly placed and waiting to be put into the pot.

"Lao Wu, I'll go buy some vinegar, there's no vinegar at home."

A woman walked out of the kitchen, Shao Yingying really guessed correctly, she is the mistress of this house, but this woman does not have the appearance of a woman in the entertainment industry who uses beauty as a weapon, she is very homely.

"Sister-in-law." Shao Yingying greeted bluntly.

"Xiao Shao, you sit, you chat, I'll start the meal as soon as I get a fish."

The busy woman left the house, and the room fell silent.

"Hey, I've been thinking about it, what you said at the gate of the community is talking about me, right?" Wu Rubo, who was leaning on the sofa just now, suddenly bounced up and turned his head to look at Shao Yingying.

Shao Yingying didn't understand why this man could always bring people a very close feeling, if it weren't for a natural inertia in him, I am afraid he would have become famous earlier: "Is it?" Aren't you talking about myself? Oh yes, I didn't pour clothes, I didn't run a restaurant, I didn't pour foreign exchange or household appliances. ”

"Hehehe, fuck off."

Wu Rustbo smiled very easily, answered quickly, and scolded very slowly: "It must have been Fu Biao who told you, he can't wait for the whole world to help me." ”

Shao Yingying didn't answer and sat relaxedly.

"Me, in fact, it used to be okay, when I was singing, I could earn 10,000 yuan a month in the bar, and my life was quite nourishing." Wu Rusto took a sip, this is his habit: "I don't know why, this circle has changed, and the song hall has begun to be difficult to do." I've done everything over the years, I don't feel very bitter, I've always thought of myself as a not very lucky person, but God is too good for me. ”

"But now I can't do it, I have a girlfriend, I buy a house, the mortgage is pressed on my body, and when I open my eyes every morning, it's like carrying a mountain on my back. Do you know how much money I've earned this year? Eight thousand dollars, from the beginning of last year to the present. It's not terrible for a man to miss anything, the most terrible thing is to wait until your wife and children have you to find that you have no achievements. ”

Turning his head, Wu Rubo looked at Shao Yingying and said: "I thank you very much, we don't know each other, but you insist on letting me be on "Blade 1937", just like you said, I can't retreat anymore." If it weren't for her, I'd rather starve myself to death than ask for a friend better than me, hey, I'm honest, when we came to me the other day, I went to work as an agent for her......

"The right door?" Shao Yingying interjected at a critical moment.

"Yes, Liu Pei, our house is on the opposite side. The 8,000 yuan I earned this year was earned by her husband asking me to get a few songs. ”

Shao Yingying didn't expect that Wu Rustbo at this time was at the lowest point in his life, and he couldn't imagine that such a man would have a group of celebrity friends who would never abandon him, this is a person's charm, and a man with charm can always experience the role of charm at the most critical moment.

When, when, when.

When there was a knock on the door, Wu Rust got up and said with a smile: "This must be without a key." ”

After opening the door, Wu Rubo said to the door: "Ahem, I thought it was my daughter-in-law, why are you?" ”

"Not welcome? If you don't welcome me, I'll take these two bottles of good wine back to my dad to drink. ”

Shao Yingying then saw a girl walking in at the door, very innocent, even the face with a little baby fat under the short hair had a sense of innocence.

"Oh, let me introduce, this is the screenwriter Shao of our group, this young beautiful girl is Gao Yuanyuan." When he said the last half of the sentence, Wu Rubo deliberately covered his mouth with his hand, as if he could block his voice in this way.

Gao Yuanyuan was laughed at by Wu Rubo, and responded directly: "I'm saying that I destroyed you on behalf of the moon." ”

The three of them laughed for a while, in fact, Shao Yingying liked this atmosphere very much, but he hadn't experienced it for a long time.

The mistress of the house returned, complaining in the lively chatting atmosphere of the three of them that it had come a long way to find an open shop, and then plunged headlong into the kitchen.

After a while, a table full of warm food was served on the table, and the four of them sat around the table, and Shao Yingying had some warmth at this moment.

Wu Rubo actually raised his glass in the most appropriate reality: "Come, I will first salute the best screenwriter in China in the future and the most popular female number one in China in the future, if you are on fire, don't remember today's meal, I don't want to delay you as an old friend in a humble room." ”

Everyone knows that Wu Rubo is joking.

"Then I have to drink this glass of wine, maybe you will become the future emperor, but I will delay you."

When Shao Yingying raised his wine glass and responded with kindness, what he said was true.

"The two of you delay each other so much, aren't you afraid that your sister-in-law will be jealous?"

Gao Yuanyuan saw the stitches and soon got into a mess with two stinky men.

"Vinegar, right, I just bought it, Yuanyuan, do you want vinegar?"

The four of them laughed in the gag, laughing so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.

On this day, they chatted about gossip, talked about Gao Yuanyuan and Wu Yanbo meeting as the female number one and music producer in a commercial, and talked about the upcoming script of 'Blade 1937' until it was getting late.

On this day, Shao Yingying received a phone call, listening to the explanation in the microphone for about three minutes, his face was full of longing, and he only said one sentence: "Mom......"