"Hey, old king, where are the souvenirs?"

Jiang Yang put down the letter, "I also made an idea for my nephew's affairs, you score me a little." ”

"My son has come out of line with you several times."

Uncle Wang asked Jiang Yang to help write a reply to the postman, telling him that it was useless to keep the physiotherapy instrument here for him, and to send it to him again, and he must accept it.

"I'm just eating ashes."

As soon as Uncle Wang thought of letting him carry so many books and walk among the mountain roads, it would take two or three days to walk, and Uncle Wang felt that this thing was not interesting.

He's going to send some of the supplements his son gave him.

Uncle Wang: "My body is tough, what do I do with those things, I can make up for a second spring." ”

Jiang Yang felt that it was really possible.

I danced with Aunt Niu this morning, and the thieves danced happily.

"Give me some goji berries later."

Jiang Yang took the pen and paper prepared by Uncle Wang, and was about to start writing, "No, why don't you write it yourself?" ”

Uncle Wang said that the words he wrote were too ugly, and it was quite embarrassing to write last time, so that when he replied to the letter, Mr. Wang's blessings were all academic success or something, so he sent a classmate to study hard, so this time, he decided to let Jiang Yang write it.

"Tsk."

Jiang Yang felt that Uncle Wang was quite embarrassed, "They are all seventy or eighty years old, and they are still a generation of Peking Opera actors, and their handwriting is not as good as that of students, so it is not a shame to be ashamed." This is going to spread that you are the son of the actor - father, your son's face will be lost. ”

Uncle Wang asked Jiang Yang to talk about himself, "You still don't know how to take Kuaizi, this is going to get out, and your daughter-in-law's face will be lost." ”

Jiang Yang said that you don't have to worry about this, "My wife doesn't dislike me, where can I reason about this." ”

Uncle Wang's relationship with his son is not very good.

Uncle Wang knocked on the table, "Write quickly, there are a lot of things." ”

Jiang Yang wrote a reply to the postman, asking him to accept the physiotherapy instrument with peace of mind, otherwise it would be broken, and thank him for his souvenirs.

Uncle Wang read what he wrote, "Hey, Comrade Xiao Jiang, do you know what I like most about you?" ”

"What?"

Uncle Wang: "Confidence! ”

After Jiang Yang wrote the letter, Uncle Wang opened the letter sent by Wang Zheng and his father, Mr. Wang.

This letter is also a very sincere thank you.

There were also thank-you notes written by some children.

Uncle Wang took the thank you letters written by those children and felt quite warm.

"Huh? There's also a letter here. When Jiang Yang was flipping through it, he saw a letter after reading it, it was written "The Little Prince", it was written very well, and Jiang Yang was very proud and comfortable when he read it.

He asked Uncle Wang to see it.

"Good, good."

Uncle Wang took reading glasses and looked at it, and when he got used to life, he forgot that the world is not all like this. Now that I think about it, I feel that what I have done suddenly has meaningful.

He asked Jiang Yang to write again, "Don't mention Wang Zheng's affairs." ”

Uncle Wang felt that it was meaningless.

He asked Jiang Yang to write a letter to ask Mr. Wang what he was still missing, and he would send it again.

He has a lot of things in his house.

He also has to send all his pension over, as a donation, he is not at ease to donate to those who will do this, he feels that since Mr. Wang has been from Kyoto to remote mountainous areas for so many years, he is definitely worthy of trust.

Uncle Wang was still deeply afraid that he would not accept it, "You just say that I did everything to atone for my sins." I ran the red light, I touched the porcelain, I relied on the old man to sell the old man in the subway to let people give me a seat, I-I gave up my wife, I can't get over the hurdle in my heart, I have to do good deeds, help more people in need, I can feel better, otherwise I can't sleep all night. ”

"It's-"

Jiang Yang stopped writing and looked up at Uncle Wang.

This old man is joking regardless of the occasion, how could the actor's father touch porcelain, what is the picture?

Uncle Wang asked Jiang Yang not to shy away, "It's okay, write!" ”

"Okay."

Jiang Yangquan wrote it down, and didn't forget to ask, "No, you really haven't passed that hurdle?" ”

Uncle Wang: "What's there to go?" ”

Some things are like this, neither choice is a good result, but one must always be chosen. If he chooses to live, his wife will suffer pain, and if he chooses to die, he will suffer in his heart, and he will know what to bear when he makes a choice, so he has nothing to do now, and there are few things in this world that can best of both worlds.

"So you-"

Uncle Wang advised Jiang Yang, "When making a major decision, you must think about whether you can bear the consequences." ”

"I know that."

Jiang Yang wrote what Uncle Wang just said.

After finishing writing, Uncle Wang and Jiang Yang went out through the side door to buy books and send things. Uncle Wang picked a popular science book on Peking Opera, and he felt that even if he didn't listen to or sing Peking Opera, he had to know what it was. Jiang Yang picked a science fiction, a popular science book about the universe, he felt that he could see the clearest starry sky in the mountain village, and if he could compare the book at this time, it must be very romantic.

As for that science fiction, Jiang Yang read it himself.

He asked Uncle Wang to scan the code and pay the bill, and the book was regarded as the result of his own labor.

After sending everything away, the time was around ten o'clock, and the sun was very hot.

Jiang Yang said goodbye to Uncle Wang, went to the supermarket to buy vegetables, and received a call from Zhou Hao on the way back: "Jiang University writer? What are you doing? ”

"What writer?"

Jiang Yang carried his things and refused to admit it, at first Zhou Hao didn't believe it, "It's all pulled out on the Internet, and the evidence is conclusive!" ”

Jiang Yang: "What evidence?" ”

Zhou Hao thought about it, but there was really no evidence, "Your wife's song?" ”

"That's what the Beatles sang!"

Jiang Yang said.

After some tugging, Zhou Hao made him feel unconfident, "Don't talk about this, I have chosen the MV shooting address, and I will start filming tomorrow?" ”

Jiang Yang thought it was okay, "You shoot first." ”

This MV is mainly filmed for male and female actors.

Li Qingning just has a few shots of singing or playing the piano, after all, his acting skills are not very good, and he will appear less if he can appear on camera.

"Okay, by the way, how's your script going?"

Zhou Hao heard Jiang Yang say it yesterday.

"I'm done."

Jiang Yang said.

But he didn't know what to do with the script.

After he wrote the script, he thought about changing it to a movie with a domestic background, but many professional screenwriters remake foreign movies in a nondescript manner, let alone him. Take the projectionist as an example, the projectionist in the script shows the film, which is reviewed by the pastor of the church, and the projectionist cuts out the kiss clip, and the cut film goes to the projectionist.

When Uncle Li was a projectionist, he didn't have the right to cut it.

If this line is not straightened out, how can the protagonist see the shocking and amazing kiss clip at the end of the movie?

In this way, Jiang Yang finally gave up the adaptation.

So be it.

But how to shoot is a big problem.

In terms of funds, Jiang Yang will never let Li Qingning take the lead in investing.

When this film was first released, it was 3 hours, and the box office was too miserable, so the original film was withdrawn from the theater and re-edited into 2 hours, and then the second round of screenings was carried out, but the result was still miserable.

Jiang Yang is now writing a two-hour script.

Later, more than thirty years later, the film was re-released in China, and the box office was not very high.

But I have to say that this is a classic of film history.

Jiang Yang also promised Uncle Li to shoot it.

That's where the problem comes in.

Zhou Hao chatted a few more words, and was about to hang up the phone, when he suddenly remembered: "By the way, a reporter blocked the door in the company today." ”

It is estimated that it is for Jiang Yang and Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang was carrying the food back, and when he heard this, he looked up and saw that there were really many reporters outside the main entrance of the community, and they were preparing to make a big news. As soon as he saw the stance, he turned and turned back from the side door.