Chapter Forty-Eight: The Woman at the Reception (Part II)
"Okay, let's talk about you." The woman seemed a little absent-minded, and spoke casually.
Being interrupted by this inexplicable woman, Xiahou Zhongying suddenly didn't know how to say something, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed, thinking about where to start, sorting out his thoughts, and said, "I ......"
"He told you about your dad going to the red light district?" As soon as Xiahou Zhongying said the word "I", the woman suddenly opened her mouth again, and blocked his next words back into her stomach.
Xiahou Zhongying almost wanted to crash to death on the sofa, wanting to cry without tears, what kind of woman is this, why is her thinking drifting like this.
Xiahou Zhongying looked at the beautiful woman in front of her speechlessly, and didn't speak for a long time.
"You say, you say." The woman probably also understood that she suddenly popped out a sentence from time to time to make Xiahou Zhongying dizzy, laughed dryly, covered her mouth with her little hand, and signaled that she would not speak again.
"I don't know what to say, see for yourself." Xiahou Zhongying said as he pulled his coat open and reached into his armpit to dig something out.
The woman looked at Xiahou Zhongying's strange behavior in amazement, her mouth was slightly open, and she was dumbfounded, not knowing what he was going to do?
Until she saw Xiahou Zhongying take out a stack of A4 papers with a magazine thick and stapled together from inside her clothes and hand it to her, the woman almost fell to the ground. I didn't expect to be weird, even if I was weird, this little boy was just as weird, hiding a stack of A4 paper under his armpits, which made her cry and laugh.
The woman was stunned and took the stack of A4 paper handed over by Xiahou Zhongying, looked down and worked hard for a while, only to see what words were written on the cover, and read softly with her mouth: "Green Apple Paradise?" ā
After reading, turn the first page. Due to the dim environment, she had a hard time watching, so she took out her mobile phone from the bag, turned on the flashlight function on the mobile phone, looked at it while taking a few looks, and after a few glances, she couldn't help but look up at Xiahou Zhongying and asked suspiciously: "Script?" ā
Xiahou Zhongying nodded.
"You wrote that?" The woman asked.
Xiahou Zhongying nodded again.
The woman stopped talking, then lowered her head and looked quietly.
The woman was not slow when she started reading, the frequency of the paper was quite frequent, but after reading a few pages, the frequency became slower and slower, and occasionally she would flip back and look carefully at what she had read before.
When the woman watched the script, Xiahou Zhongying sighed lightly, and the world was finally quiet. Pick up the wine glass on the table with his right hand, lean his body on the sofa, gently shake his wrist, rest the back of his head on the top of the sofa, close his eyes and recuperate, and occasionally take a sip of red wine.
"It's an interesting script." After more than ten minutes, the woman gently closed the custom A4 book in her hand, rubbed her eyes a little sour, tilted her head to look at Xiahou Zhongying and said, "It's too hard to read here, I can't finish reading it all at once, can you let me take it back and take a look?" ā
"Sister, I'll just have this one, there's nothing superfluous." Xiahou Zhongying shook his head lightly and said.
"You're looking for someone to make this script?" Seeing Xiahou Zhongying's refusal, the woman was not angry, and asked with interest.
"No, I'm going to make this script myself." Xiahou Zhongying said: "But I can't get sponsorship. ā
"Uh." The woman was stunned and speechless, and after a long moment continued, "You mean, you will be the director yourself?" ā
"yes, can't you?" Xiahou Zhongying asked.
"It's not impossible." The woman couldn't cry or laugh, looked Xiahou Zhongying's whole body up and down for a while, and then said, "But do you think anyone will believe that you can shoot this script well as a child?" ā
"Yes, no one believes ......" Xiahou Zhongying leaned back on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling and muttered softly, and then fell silent. Thinking about the wall he encountered during this time, people who are more cultured or people with better hearts will build yƬ He will cast out the script for others to film, but more will laugh at him and laugh at him for not being able to do anything. It can be said that the human affection is warm and cold, and I have tasted all the ups and downs.
"That's why I'm in a bad mood." After a while, Xiahou Zhongying continued to say with a sad face:
"Why do you want to shoot it yourself?" The woman asked.
"Because I want to shoot it myself." Xiahou Zhongying said.
"It's as simple as that?" The woman asked incredulously.
"That's it." Xiahou Zhongying nodded very seriously.
The woman looked at Xiahou Zhongying's serious and stern expression, and suddenly felt a little trance-like, as if she saw something sacred on his face, just like the kind of faith on the faces of those sadistic believers. The woman was silent for a while, and then asked again with some unwillingness: "Why do you have to shoot it yourself?" Can't you let someone else shoot it? ā
Xiahou Zhongying glanced at this inexplicable woman strangely, and said helplessly: "Didn't I say it just now?" Because I want to shoot it myself. ā
The woman was suddenly a little crazy, the two couldn't talk together at all, just like a chicken talking to a duck, it was completely wrong.
After taking a few deep breaths and suppressing the mania in her heart, the woman said seriously: "Since no one is willing to invest in letting you shoot, wouldn't it be the same if you try to cast the script for others to shoot?" Your hard work will be able to be brought to the screen. ā
Xiahou Zhongying was stunned for a moment, understood what the woman said, and couldn't help but roll her eyes and said: "Why should I let someone else shoot it, I just wanted to shoot it myself, so I wrote this script." If I let someone else shoot it, I wouldn't be too lazy to write, and I wouldn't be too lazy to write it. ā
The woman also understood what Xiahou Zhongying meant, and immediately burst into tears. People just wanted to play with it themselves, so they wrote such a script, not at all to put any bird's hard work on the screen, and it was not bad for the script manuscript fee to come to this drinking party, it turned out that I got the wrong concept.
After a while, the woman couldn't help but say depressedly: "Since you are not short of money, why don't you invest in filming yourself, and do you have to ask for any sponsorship?" ā
"My dad said that if you want to play movies by yourself, what kind of ability is it to use the family's money? If you want to play, you're on your own. Xiahou Zhongying said.
What a simple and simple truth, even a little kid can understand it, why didn't he think of this truth after talking for a long time, that woman was so depressed that she wanted to hit the wall.
"How long did you run to get sponsorship money?" After a while, the woman came back to her senses from her depression, and her mind immediately began to drift to another point.
"It's been more than a month." Xiahou Zhongying said dejectedly.
"Doesn't it work at all?" The woman felt a little sympathy for this stubborn little boy, and couldn't help but admire his resilience in her heart. A rich second generation, in order to do something for himself, ran around in the wind and rain to solicit sponsors, and couldn't help but think of an image of a little boy with a face full of loss walking out of a company door lonely in the bleak autumn wind.
"It's not for nothing." Xiahou Zhongying replied.
"Hey, it's really wronged." The woman's eyes lit up.
"What a big wrong." Xiahou Zhongying glared at the woman angrily.
"People who know goods, people who know goods, right?" The woman laughed dryly twice, and continued to ask excitedly, "Tell me, who sponsored it?" ā
"Ahem." Xiahou Zhongying coughed embarrassedly and said, "The school agreed to borrow teaching facilities and places for us for free, and also sponsored 20 million funds. ā
"yes, yes, you're quite capable." The woman looked at Xiahou Zhongying incredulously and said.
"There is also a photographic equipment company that promised to rent us the equipment at half price." Xiahou Zhongying smiled awkwardly and said, his face flushed slightly. The school's sponsorship fee was pit by the means he used, and in order to save face, he took it out and bragged about it, but he always felt very awkward in his heart.
"That's good." The woman couldn't help but have an admiring look on her face.
Looking at the look of admiration on the woman's face, Xiahou Zhongying's face was even more feverish, and after enduring it for a while, she really felt uncomfortable, and couldn't help but tell the truth with a wry smile: "I got the school's sponsorship fee from me." ā
After telling the truth, Xiahou Zhongying felt much more refreshed, and couldn't help but let out a long breath. I feel very puzzled in my heart, why do I feel so uncomfortable lying in front of this sister? I can't figure it out when I think about it.
In fact, some people are like this, and they don't have any special feelings about deceiving ordinary people. But if they deceive a person with a very pure mind, it will still make them feel guilty.
And the woman in front of Xiahou Zhongying gave Xiahou Zhongying a very pure feeling from the beginning, and she didn't have any thoughts about him, and even entangled in the fact that he drank before he was old enough to drink, and she didn't want him to give up drinking, just to maintain the so-called law, full of a sense of justice. That's why after deceiving her, Xiahou Zhongying felt very uncomfortable.
"Pit, pit?" The woman was stunned for a moment, then stammered.
"Hmm." Xiahou Zhongying nodded awkwardly.
"What's the pit?" The woman's eyes were shining and she looked at Xiahou Zhongying, full of anticipation.
Xiahou Zhongying laughed twice and said how he got the 20 million.
"It's too bad, it's too bad for you." The woman was lying on the back of the sofa, shaking all over, her hands still beating the top of the sofa, and she almost didn't laugh.
The woman kept laughing for two or three minutes without stopping, making Xiahou Zhongying's head full of black lines, and said depressedly: "I said sister, how long do you have to laugh?" I haven't laughed enough in a long time. ā
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's so funny, it's been a long time since I've encountered something so interesting." The woman said while laughing, and after saying that, she took a few deep breaths, suppressed the smile, and just wanted to open her mouth to speak, but she made another sound of laughter, and leaned back on the sofa.
That woman's behavior made Xiahou Zhongying feel like her heart was broken, and this woman loved to laugh too much.
"Chori, what are you smiling so happily at, I've been laughing for minutes when I see you in the distance. I didn't recognize you at first, but it didn't feel familiar until I heard your laughter just now. Come and see, it's really you, no wonder I haven't seen you all the time, it turns out that you are hiding here. The two talked for a long time in the corner, and finally someone came over to disturb them.