1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 119 Little Fairy: Daddy's, all Daddy's (Revised) (Long chapter, please vote!)

"Click——"

"Okay, this one is passed!"

The crew of "The Devotion of Suspect X" successfully wrapped up their seventh scene of the day with Chen Fusheng's crisp and decisive command.

He glanced habitually at his watch; there was still half an hour before he was supposed to finish work. In the past, that would have been enough time for him to work on another scene, and even if it didn't turn out well, he could still gain some experience.

But today, his mind had already wandered away from the film set.

Tomorrow is the first day of August, and also his daughter Chen Qian's first birthday. So he has no heart for fighting anymore, and just wants to go back to his cozy little courtyard in Siji Hutong as soon as possible to see how his family is preparing for tomorrow's "big day".

As the director, if he can't come tomorrow, he naturally has to give the crew an explanation.

Fortunately, tomorrow is August 1st, Army Day. Although there is no holiday, it can serve as a legitimate excuse to give everyone a day off.

"Ahem," Chen Fusheng cleared his throat and looked at the somewhat disheveled crew, saying, "Quiet down, everyone, I have something to announce."

Because of his high prestige on set, the moment he said this, the noise on set instantly disappeared, and hundreds of eyes focused on him with curious inquiries.

"After filming with me for more than half a month, everyone should have figured out my style by now."

Chen Fusheng said, "I have high standards for filming, that goes without saying. It's all for the sake of making a good movie and ensuring that our hard work isn't wasted. The process will be tough, so please bear with me!"

At this point, he changed the subject, adding a touch of human warmth: "However, I will never hesitate to fight for the benefits that everyone deserves. Tomorrow is August 1st, Army Day, and I plan to give everyone a day off. I also have some personal matters to take care of at home."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted, "Director Chen, what about the day after tomorrow?"

"Oh right, it's Sunday the day after tomorrow!" Chen Fusheng had been so busy filming these past few days that he had almost forgotten about it. He laughed and said, "Let's take a break for two days in a row! Everyone's been on edge lately, so it's a good time to go back and rest and recharge! We'll get back to work next week and try to wrap up filming as soon as possible!"

His words elicited a small cheer from the set.

Amid cheers, Chen Fusheng walked straight to Fu Mingxian, who had just removed her makeup: "Zhizhi, are you coming home with me tonight?"

Fu Mingxian did not answer immediately after hearing this, but turned to look at Gong Xue, the "mother" in the play.

Gong Xue understood and smiled gently, "Never mind me, you can go if you want. Gong Ying and I will also be at Qianqian's first birthday party tomorrow."

“Okay, Mom, then I won’t go with you!” Fu Mingxian winked playfully at Gong Xue.

Although the news of Chen Fusheng's daughter's first birthday party has not been officially announced, it has already spread like wildfire among the film crew.

So when he pushed his bicycle and left the set with Fu Ming, the people from their Beijing Film Academy "circle," such as Chen Kaige, Zhang Jianya, Zhang Yimou, Zhang Fengyi, Liu Jia, and Zhu Lin, naturally gathered together.

"What do you say? Tomorrow is Director Chen's daughter's first birthday, shall we go?" someone spoke up first.

"Of course I want to go... but I haven't received an invitation. Would it be troublesome to go there unannounced? Besides, we don't even know where Director Chen lives." Zhu Lin looked hesitant.

“I know the address,” Chen Kaige said slowly.

"Oh? Kaige, you went to Director Chen's house?" Zhang Jianya, who was Chen Kaige's classmate and had a better relationship with him, nudged him with his elbow. "When did that happen? How come I didn't know?"

"..." The young poet glanced at the man with annoyance, but his voice revealed a hint of barely perceptible reserve: "When Director Chen just bought his house last year, my dad took me to give him a housewarming gift."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone immediately understood the implication.

"Wow! I really envy you guys who have a 'good dad' aura!" Liu Jia joked with a smile.

Although the young poet didn't like people saying he relied on his father, it didn't affect his sense of superiority. He said to himself, "I'll definitely go tomorrow. If you're too embarrassed to go, I can act as your representative and convey your good wishes."

Zhang Yimou thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'll go by myself. I'll just deliver a gift, I won't stay for dinner, and I won't cause any trouble for anyone."

His method of "giving gifts but not eating" immediately received a positive response from everyone:

"Hey! That's a great idea! I'll go too!"

"Yes, me too!"

"Whatever you say." Chen Kaige glanced at Zhang Yimou, said nothing more, and simply nodded. "Alright, I'll lead the way tomorrow."

Over here, the crisp sound of bicycle bells rang out on the street.

Chen Fusheng pedaled the bicycle, with Fu Mingxian sitting on the back. A gentle evening breeze swept over them, dispelling the lingering smell of the film set.

"Zhizhi, is filming fun these days?"

"It's fun in a way, but it's not fun when you yell at me."

When did I ever yell at you?

"Wow, do you have a fish's memory? Just yesterday, when we were filming my scene where I was being beaten by my 'father,' you yelled at me because I couldn't get into character."

"...Okay, I was a little harsh yesterday, but it wasn't directed at you. I was just in that mood, so I probably didn't realize it. I hope you won't take it to heart, Zhizhi. Or how about I apologize to you?"

"No, no, I'm fine now. I just couldn't get into the zone. Besides, Brother Chen, you're the director, and you have to manage so many people. You must be under a lot of pressure, right? So I don't really blame you."

"And now you're comforting me?"

"Hee hee~"

Soon, Chen Fusheng led Fu Mingxian into Siji Hutong.

Because when Fu Mingxian stayed at Chen Fusheng's house last time, his parents and two sisters-in-law had not yet arrived, so this was the first time they had interacted.

After the introductions, Fu Mingxian went to hug the little birthday boy for tomorrow.

Chen Qian also still remembers this little aunt.

And it seems he quite likes her.

When Fu Ming picked her up, he giggled at her.

Just then, Liu Xiaoli returned home from get off work, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Zhizhi is here."

"Yes, Sister Xiaoli, are you off work yet?"

Chinese people like to ask questions they already know the answer to when they interact with others.

When Liu Xiaoli saw that her daughter wanted to be held by herself, she first put down her bag, washed her hands, and then came back to take the little one from Fu Mingxian's arms.

Then I chatted with Fu Mingxian about her life filming...

Meanwhile, Chen Qian's maternal and paternal grandmothers were in charge of tomorrow's meals, but after taking stock in the kitchen, they were unsure how much to cook, so they came out and asked Chen Fusheng:
"Fusheng, how many friends are coming over with you and Xiaoli tomorrow? We need to cook for them."

Chen Fusheng thought for a moment and said, "Cook more, I don't know how many people will be coming."

"Didn't you say before that you just wanted to invite a few friends over for fun?" Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but interject after hearing Chen Fusheng's answer.

"Yes, I didn't invite many people, just a few friends, but quite a few people around me know that our daughter is having her first birthday party tomorrow. If they come on their own tomorrow, I can't very well turn them away, can I?"

"That's true."

After listening to her daughter and son-in-law's conversation, the mother-in-law nodded: "Okay, we'll listen to Fusheng. We'll cook more then, so it'll be more lively if a lot of people come tomorrow."

"Yes, it's good to have a lively atmosphere, but Mom, it's hard on you all."

"We're not going to work hard at all, we're just cooking for you. On the contrary, you might have to work a little harder tomorrow, since I guess most of the people coming are probably your friends or colleagues."

"That's true……"

The mother-in-law followed him into the kitchen, and Chen Fusheng then played with the daughter in his wife's arms while also asking her about the outcome of Director Yang Jie's attempt to ask the factory leaders for funding last weekend.

"The factory held a week-long meeting about this, and finally approved some funding for our film crew."

"Does that mean your production team will be officially approved for production very soon?"

“Yes.” Liu Xiaoli nodded and said, “The project will be officially launched next week. Director Yang Jie said that we should film ‘Antian Conference’ first.”

"Not bad, not bad. When you're filming this scene, remember to let me know beforehand, and I'll come visit you on set." Chen Fusheng really wanted to see what his wife's look like as Chang'e.
"Okay, but don't go abroad again later."

“Not this time. My film won’t make it to Venice. I can only see if it gets sent to Berlin or Cannes next May,” Chen Fusheng said.

"The Berlin International Film Festival?"

"um, yes."

Liu Xiaoli recalled, "I remember you explaining to me that there are three major international film festivals in Europe: Venice, Cannes, and Berlin..."

At this point, Liu Xiaoli thought about how her husband had already been to the two previous ones. If the next film was sent to Berlin, wouldn't it be like saying, "Are you going to go through all three major cities in turn?"

"The baby is still small, honey, please don't drive."

Damn!

Liu Xiaoli realized that she instantly understood her husband's teasing remark, and couldn't help but glare at him fiercely.

However, Fu Mingxian, who was standing to the side, didn't understand and asked curiously:

"Brother Chen, what does 'driving' mean?"

"This is an adult topic; children shouldn't ask about it."

Suddenly, Liu Xiaowei appeared out of nowhere, chuckling, "Brother-in-law, I'm not a child anymore. Can you explain to me what driving is?"

“In my eyes, unmarried people are all children, and they have to sit at the children’s table when they eat at banquets.”

"..."

...The next day, as the sun rose, the courtyard at No. 16 Siji Hutong was already bustling with activity, with only a few wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys.

Chen Fusheng and Liu Xiaoli dressed the birthday girl in a new outfit early in the morning and even got her a hat.

However, the little guy didn't wear hats much before, so he wasn't used to wearing one and kept trying to pull it off.

So the father decided that if they didn't want to wear it, they wouldn't have to.

Our first guest has arrived today.

It is Han Sanping.

Chen Fusheng came out carrying his daughter to greet her godfather.

"You're here pretty early."

"Absolutely not, this is my goddaughter's first birthday."

As he spoke, Han Sanping teased the birthday boy, and then, with his exaggerated acting skills, conjured up a large red envelope under the baby's curious gaze.

"Ta-da! Sisi, your godfather wishes you a happy birthday! May you have many more birthdays to come, and may you always be a happy little princess!"

"Baby, say thank you to your godfather."

"Huh?" The little guy didn't understand and thought his father was talking to him, so he looked up and stared at him.

"Let me say it for her, thank you."

After saying that, he accepted the red envelope on behalf of his daughter as well.

"How many did you pack?" Chen Fusheng asked curiously before opening the package, but it felt quite thick to the touch.

"Take it apart and see for yourself..."

Before Han Sanping could finish speaking, Chen Fusheng had already opened it in front of him.

Of course, Chen Fusheng wouldn't have been so rash if they were just ordinary friends.

Then...then he was surprised by the amount inside.

"Wow, why are you giving such a big red envelope? 66 yuan! That's a bit too much!" Although Chen Fusheng had been jokingly asking Han Sanping to give his daughter a big red envelope, he was actually feeling a little embarrassed to accept it now that he actually saw it.

"Not much, not much. This also includes a red envelope from the godfather to his daughter. Besides, it's such a joyous occasion, and six is ​​a lucky number."

"Alright then, Lao Han, I won't stand on ceremony with you. But you and your wife should hurry up and have a baby, otherwise I'll feel bad receiving your red envelopes every year, and I'll be having another one next year."

"Another one coming? What do you mean, your wife is pregnant again?"

"correct."

"I wipe..."

After hesitating for a while, Han Sanping finally managed to say, "Qianqian is still young, why are you in such a hurry to have a second child?"

"Isn't this because the whole family planning policy is getting more and more heated? My wife is worried that things might change, so we think it's better to have one sooner rather than later. Besides, if the two babies are around the same age, they can play and fight together, and it would be nice for them to have a companion."

"Damn it, I'm a bit shaken up. I have to talk to my wife about this when I go back this year and get it done."

"That's right. If you have children early, you can hold your grandchildren sooner when you get old, and you can enjoy your old age sooner."

"Don't laugh when you say that, or I might believe you."

"I can't help but laugh, hahaha."

The key point is that today's birthday girl saw her father smile and smiled too.

The children's silvery laughter attracted a second group of guests.

"Let Auntie see, whose smile is so cute?"

The second group of guests were Ling Zi, Gong Xue, Gong Ying, and Zhang Guorong.

Then it was like setting off a domino effect, with the third batch, the fourth batch...

By noon, Chen Fusheng's two-courtyard house was starting to feel a bit crowded.

Chen Fusheng stopped Zhang Yimou and his group from leaving after giving their gifts.

After all, guests are guests, and if they are not treated well, then it is the host's problem.

"It seems like we have more guests?"

Fu Mingxian offered, "Brother Chen, let me go and take a look for you."

"it is good."

Chen Fusheng didn't actually wait for Fu Mingxian to finish his "exploration" before going to greet him. He asked Han Sanping to help him entertain the guest before following along.

"Director Shi, Director Liu, Director Tang, Secretary Wang, what brings you all here?!"

"What's wrong? Aren't you welcoming us?"

"No way, I'm just a little surprised! Please come in, everyone."

……

There were quite a few people, and the living room was too crowded, so many people gathered in the yard.

For example, a few students from the Beijing Film Academy have formed a small circle.

They also noticed that Chen Fusheng warmly welcomed Deputy Director Shi and his entourage, who seemed to have some important connections, into the house, and then they inevitably started discussing it.

"Who are those people?" Liu Jia asked curiously.

"I don't know her," Zhu Lin shook her head.

Then everyone's eyes turned to Chen Kaige.

The latter deliberately asked, "Why are you all looking at me? I don't know you."

"real or fake?"

"I have no reason to lie to you, but I guess it must be Director Chen's superior, that is, the leader of the Film Bureau."

"We could have guessed that."

Director Yang Jie came to find Zhu Lin, overheard their conversation, and then offered an explanation.

“That was Xiao Chen’s boss, the one in the Zhongshan suit is Director Shi, one of them is Director Tang from the First Film Production Division, and I don’t recognize the other one.”

Director Yang Jie had barely finished speaking when he heard that the baby's first birthday celebration was about to begin, so he didn't have time to talk to Zhu Lin and hurried back to the living room.

Not only did she do this, but everyone who came today gathered around.

But there seemed to be too many onlookers, and Chen Qian was a little scared. She clung tightly to her father's collar and refused to let go.

After much comforting from Chen Fusheng and his wife, the baby finally calmed down.

"Sisi, you're so great! All the uncles and aunties are here to applaud you. Don't be afraid, okay? See all those things? Go pick out your favorite one and bring it back to Mom and Dad, okay?"

The little one glanced at his father, then followed his father's finger to look at those strange and unusual things, babbling a bunch of baby talk that Chen Fusheng couldn't understand.

Even though he couldn't understand her, Chen Fusheng kept nodding in agreement.

Gradually, this helped the little guy find his confidence.

She finally crawled towards the object used for the baby's first birthday celebration.

And she was heading straight for the Best Original Screenplay award her father won at the Venice International Film Festival last year.

The trophy is a bit heavy.

People were also worried that the baby wouldn't be able to lift it.

As a result, Chen Qian crawled over, easily picked him up, and then, as if her legs were on a little motor, crawled back to her father and reached out to hand him the item.

"Oh! Is Xixi going to give this to her dad?" Chen Fusheng was both surprised and delighted. He quickly bent down to take the trophy, afraid that it might hit his precious daughter's little feet.

Unexpectedly, when Chen Qian saw her father accept the trophy, she immediately turned around and scrambled back up.

This time, she didn't even look at anything else. She reached out her little hand, grabbed the small abacus toy again, and climbed back up again, stuffing it into her father's hand as well.

Before Chen Fusheng could react, the birthday girl once again used her fuel-efficient little motor to grab a pen!

Then there was the small stamp...and the little wooden sword...

"This..." Chen Fusheng, holding the ever-increasing "spoils of war," was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

This doesn't seem to be the style of the "first birthday celebration" I imagined!
But no one stopped it.

Instead, watching the little guy tirelessly stuff things into his father's hands, their initial surprise turned into a kind of good-natured chuckle.

At the same time, Chen Fusheng also received many envious glances.

I just felt a gaze from the side seemed rather sharp.
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