"Dad, Dad," Kexi hung up the phone, grabbed Mu Cheng's arm, and kept calling in a milky sweet voice, "Dad......"

"What's wrong?" The old man came back to his senses and lowered his head in confusion.

The female doll's crystal clear eyes were smeared with star-like light, "Kexi wants to go to Lingxia, okay?" ”

Mu Cheng frowned, "Ling Xia? ”

"Yes, the little persimmon said that the director's uncle who filmed "Silent" watched the little county lord who was filmed by Kexi, and then wanted me to audition."

"But Xi wants to go because the little persimmon is there?"

Xiao Mengbao smiled and said: "Well, I feel so happy when I think I can film and play with Xiao Persimmon again......"

Without waiting for the little girl to finish speaking, the old man suddenly frowned and said seriously: "You can't go!" ”

It was the first time that Kexi was rejected so harshly by his father, and he pursed his little mouth aggrievedly, and his little voice was pitiful, "Why?" ”

Mu Cheng's voice was solemn, and the expression on his face was terrifying, "You didn't go to the audition to play that role well, but to play with Xiao Persimmon, and you couldn't choose it." ”

The little girl lowered her head sadly.

Seeing the little girl's pitiful appearance, Mu Cheng sighed.

He hugged her and comforted: "It's not so simple to be an excellent actor, you can't do it without enough awareness." ”

"Enlightenment?" But Xi didn't understand.

"A good actor must not only be familiar with the script and figure out the character's personality, but also find a way to match the character's image by gaining and losing weight."

Mu Cheng touched Kexi's head, "You have had no worries about food and clothing since you were a child, and you wear the best clothes, can you really understand what those children who have been unclothed and hungry since they were young are like?" ”

"Poorly dressed?" The little girl didn't understand the meaning of this idiom.

Although she had learned a lot of idioms before, she had never seen the word.

Seeing that the little girl didn't understand, Mu Cheng didn't explain the meaning to her, but sighed softly: "Kexi is still young, and she will understand when she is older." ”

Feeling that she was no longer an ignorant child, the female doll puffed out her mouth, "Kexi is already seven years old, not young." ”

The competitive spirit of not admitting defeat came up, and she said anxiously: "What other children can understand, Kexi can also understand, I am not worse than them." ”

Seeing Xiao Kexi's unsatisfactory appearance, Mu Cheng's eyes were dyed with a touch of relief, "This is the daughter of my Mu family." ”

Looking at his father's appreciative gaze, Kexi asked in surprise, "Did Dad agree to Kexi to go to the audition?" ”

"When is the audition?"

The little girl thought for a while, "Listening to the little persimmon, it seems that it will be half a month later, and there will be many other young actors participating in it at that time." ”

"Does Koshi want to win?"

"Of course! I will try to memorize all the idioms. ”

Mu Cheng said with a smile: "It's useless to memorize idioms, a child who hasn't read since he was a child can't say a few idioms in his mouth." ”

"A child who hasn't read since childhood?"

Koshi recalls a conversation between Rice Cake and Pigeon discussing the movie.

"That's why the play is called "Silent and Silent", and the children of the black family come to this world silently and walk silently."

At that time, the little girl didn't know a lot, and at this time she couldn't help but ask her father: "Dad, what does the black household mean?" ”

"Black households are people who live in the world, but are not recognized by the state, cannot go to school, seek medical treatment, buy tickets and take the bus......"

Kexi was sad to hear, "The children of the black family are so pitiful." ”

"yes, does Koshi know how to play such a child?"

The little girl's eyes were full of confusion.

Just as she was about to shake her head, Mu Cheng suddenly asked, "Does Kexi want to meet the little kite?" ”

"Huh? Small kites? ”

Kexi rarely heard his father mention the little kite, only knew that the little kite was the younger brother of the little pigeon, four years younger than the little pigeon.

The little pigeon is 24 years old after the New Year, so the little kite should be 20 years old......

"Didn't Dad say that Little Kite was very naughty and disobedient, that he was a bad boy, and that you didn't like him?"

"yes, I don't like little kites, so I didn't want Koshi to meet him, but maybe Sai can make that bad boy less bad."

Looking at the cute little girl in front of him, Mu Cheng's tone was a little hesitant, "What does Kexi think?" Do you want to spend a few days with him? ”

"Yes!" The little girl said without hesitation, "Kexi wants to see Little Kite and become good friends with Little Kite, just like with Little Rice Cake." ”

The old man touched the girl's head, and his loving eyes were full of worry.

"But it's likely that he won't take care of Kexi like Little Rice Cake and Little Pigeon, and maybe Kexi will take care of him......"

The girl blinked her big eyes twice, "It's okay, Kexi is already a big kid and can take care of the little kite." ”

"Well, then when the banquet is over and the ship docks, I'll take you to meet him."

Because Dad suddenly mentioned Little Kite, Xiao Kexi's eyes were full of anticipation, and he forgot about filming with Little Persimmon for the time being.

The cruise departed from S City and arrived in Fukuoka the next afternoon.

Some of the guests attending the Tri-Cities Group Annual Meeting stayed on the ship, while others disembarked to go shopping in Fukuoka.

Django receives dozens of fatal calls from Salted Fish, asking where the others are.

"Fukuoka."

"What? How did you run out of the country? Don't you know what to record at night? Ahh

Hearing the salted fish's frantic screams, Django hurriedly took his phone away.

"Why do you want to record a show for the New Year? I'm going on vacation. ”

"Didn't you say it was okay before? I asked you if you wanted to take a break, and you said no. ”

Django remembered what he had said, and subconsciously raised his forehead, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't be able to go back tonight, I guess it's tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." ”

After listening to the salted fish chattering for a while, and finally ended the call, Mu Django knocked on the door of the cabin where Mu Sinian lived.

The door was opened from the inside.

"What?" After asking Django a few words, Mousse sat back at his desk and looked at the documents on his laptop.

"I want to ask you, what time will the ship return? I'm in a hurry to go back home. ”

"Seven o'clock in the evening."

Django looked up at the clock, "Huh? Seven? There are still many hours. ”

Mu Sinian picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, "If you're in a hurry, you can fly back first." ”

"By plane?" Django was slightly stunned, then shook his head, "No, I have to buy a plane ticket and take a car to the airport, it's too troublesome." ”

Mousse Young laughed, and his tone was piercing, "You're just making excuses and don't want to go back to work, right?" ”

"Who likes to work but a workaholic like you?" After complaining, Django stretched lazily.

Walking out onto the balcony outside the suite, he held on to the railing and watched the peaceful scene of the port and the residential houses being closely connected.

"By the way, how did Grandpa suddenly decide to come to Japan? Didn't you plan to go around the sea twice and then return home? ”

(End of chapter)