Perfect Life

In fact, I didn't feel very hungry at first. I ordered food in the restaurant and didn't have the heart to eat it. I just ate a few bites in a hurry. But when I got home, I smelled the fragrance of chopped green onion in the kitchen, and saw the back of my mother wearing an apron. I didn't know why I was hungry, and hurriedly said, "Give me an egg", and then pushed open the door of the study.

"Dad, are you busy?"

Feng Yumin raised his head, took off his mirror, caught a glimpse of the script in his son's hand, and smiled, "Finally still holding it?"

Feng Bicheng smiled, a little proud and a little reserved, and handed over the script, "Dad, give me a hug and give me some pointers, this opportunity is very rare, I have to talk to Qian'er in two days, you help me Give me pointers, and I won't show my timidity when the time comes."

Feng Yumin heard the words with a half-smile, took over the script, put on his reading glasses, "It's hard for you, I finally know that the opportunity is rare!" As he spoke, he opened it and looked, "Big... wrist?"

Just at this time, Feng Bicheng's mother outside shouted "the noodles are ready", Feng Bicheng quickly agreed and said, "I will eat the noodles first, you will see first!"

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In the restaurant, Feng Bicheng snorted loudly.

In the study, Feng Yumin frowned sometimes, sometimes surprised, shook his head and sighed.

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In less than ten minutes, a bowl of egg noodles just came out of the pot. Feng Bicheng was so hot that his forehead was sweating. There is a cool white opening in it, and when you pick it up, you pour it out. When you finish filling a glass of water, you burp and put down the glass, and it's cool.

Seeing that the old man was still watching seriously, he sat down and lit a cigarette.

The old man still glanced at the script, and tapped the empty glass with his hand.

Before Feng Bicheng could breathe out a cigarette, he stood up again, "Yes! I'll pour water for you!"

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Finally, Feng Yumin put down the script and took off his reading glasses.

Feng Bicheng quickly snuffed out the number of cigarettes he didn't know.

Seeing that the old man raised his hand and fanned the front of his nose, he nodded again, ran over to open the door, came back, and smiled shyly, "It will be gone in a while, and it will be fine in a while! I won't smoke, I won't smoke. It's gone!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at his father eagerly.

Feng Yumin slowly picked up the cup and took a sip.

The two looked at each other, and he said slowly, "It's a good book!"

Feng Bicheng clapped his hands and was very excited, "Look! I'll tell you! I've read this book for an afternoon, no matter how I look at it, I think this story is very good! Especially the writing of this line... It's absolutely true! Hey Dad, You give me on-demand, what's so good about this story?"

Feng Yumin was lowering his head and reaching out and stroking the cover of the script. Hearing this, he glanced at him, not knowing whether to be angry or laughing, "What's the good? You said yes, but I don't know what's good?"

Feng Bicheng laughed, "I don't have your experience! I just want to hear your comments and confirm with my own thoughts to see if I have made progress."

Feng Yumin smiled and became interested, "Then tell me what you think, and I'll see if you have made progress."

Dad said so, anyway, the two of you, Feng Bicheng did not continue to hide and tuck, but thought about it, his face gradually became serious, and said: "This book, you have to tell the story, it is a good story. , but it's not so good, it's just better! Of course, our country has been a little impetuous in recent years, including my previous years. In fact, it was also impetuous, and everyone didn't have the time to stop and tell stories! So , to put it aside for now, this book just tells stories, it is already a masterpiece!"

Feng Yumin nodded when he heard the words, picked up the cup to drink water, and did not speak.

Upon seeing this, Feng Bicheng continued: "But I think this book is the most sinister, the most surprising, and the most brilliant, is its lines, that is, the little jokes in it! It suits me too well. I've lost my appetite! Pointing at the shortcomings of the times, satirizing one after another social phenomenon, like in recent years, it was still popular in the past few years, calcium supplementation, everywhere clamoring for calcium supplementation, they are all liars! Nonsense! Hey, this book you Look, just that line, it really made you laugh all of a sudden, and a needle stabbed into the bones of those calcium supplement advertisements! It's impossible to praise it!"

Feng Bicheng seemed to have opened his mouth, and at this time he was quite eloquent, "Let's talk about something that I think is particularly interesting, you look funny, and it is really funny, it seems to be a joke specially designed to make you laugh, but if you If you think about it deeply, you will find it very meaningful, such as that, the part of mourning and music! The joys and sorrows of life! If you think about it deeply, it is really, very interesting! I have to admit that Qian'er deserves to be engaged in music. Yes, master level, this self-deprecating joke, it is impossible for someone to think of this kind of joke without being an expert!"

Feng Yumin kept listening, kept listening, and when he heard this, he coughed and interjected: "Don't open your mouth and shut up, Qian'er, Qian'er, I can call it that, but you should not call it that!"

Feng Bicheng was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, then he smiled, "Isn't this private, talk to you! In front of him, in front of outsiders, my name is President Li! Then...respectfully, don't worry!"

Feng Yumin glanced at his son, put down the teacup, and said sternly: "The picture is born from the heart! One person is truly respectful and grateful to another person, or it is a matter of soup and face, and his face All can be brought out! Li Qian is not stupid..." While speaking, Feng Yumin raised his hand and tapped his head, "I have seen many people engaged in art in my whole life, but in a certain respect There are more talents than him, maybe there are, but he can have his level of talent in every aspect, he is the first person I have ever seen in my life!"

Speaking of which, he asked his son sternly, "Do you think he is an artist, a person with such a keen sense of life and art, you are grateful to him and respect him from the bottom of your heart, Or is it just a matter of face-saving stories, can he not feel it?"

Feng Bicheng was stunned for a long time after hearing the old man's words, and then nodded slowly, with a serious face: "Dad, I understand what you mean! Thank you for teaching me another lesson. !"

Feng Yumin nodded, took a sip of white water from the cup, thought about it, and then said: "Cheng'er, what about you, you still have something in your stomach, it's not a big problem if you want to eat this bowl of rice for the rest of your life, but Your biggest problem in the past is that everything you do is a piece of soup! Think you're weird? Haha, it's not!"

Having said this, he sighed and said: "Li Qian likes your talent and is willing to give you a chance, so let's be human and do things with our own heart! In our life, we should put aside our abilities and be sincere! "

Feng Bicheng nodded deeply, "Hey! Dad, don't worry, I remember it!"

After Feng Yumin finished teaching his son, he nodded and said, "Well, what did you say just now, continue to say it! Well said!"

Feng Bicheng smiled again, "Dad, do you think... what I said is reasonable?"

Feng Yumin put down the teacup and said earnestly: "This book, your opinion is correct! First, the story is very good, the thread is both bizarre and incomparably close to life! And like you said, in such a On the basis of the beautiful story, the characters and lines of the entire book are also outstanding! Profound, but plain! The power of this book... is very deep!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something, and exhorted: "This male protagonist, Ge You, is a typical small town citizen of Shuntian Prefecture. He is well portrayed, and the actors must be selected! Well... this matter, I think you It's best not to make up your own mind, listen to Li Qian, he should have an idea."

Feng Bicheng agreed, "Hey! Don't worry, I'll listen to him!"

Feng Yumin nodded when he saw this, especially his son's current performance, it seems that he has been in Minghu Culture for a year, his temper has changed greatly, and he has become more at ease in his life and work, which makes him especially gratified. It came out, so, it is very rare that the two of them actually have such a little meaning to talk happily.

After chatting a few more scripts and lines, Feng Yumin couldn't help frowning slightly and asked, "I think Li Qian is the only one who signed this book? This should be the collective creation of the screenwriter team at Minghu Culture, right? Just sign Li Qian. Qian's name alone? Don't sign someone else's name?"

Feng Yumin shook his head when he heard the words, "I don't know that! But as far as I know, Li Qian is so famous, he doesn't care about the signatures of several screenwriters! Since it's only his name, it should be He was the one who created it on his own."

Feng Yumin was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then his face became suspicious, "Is he alone?"

Feng Bicheng saw the old man's expression, but he was a little puzzled, "Ah, what happened to him alone?"

Feng Yumin was stunned, looked down at the book again, shook his head, and whispered, "That's not right!"

Feng Bicheng asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Yumin reached out and knocked on the script on the table, and said, "If you say that Li Qian is talented, he is talented as a screenwriter and director, I believe it! And I am absolutely convinced! I have no doubts about this story. His main line is also his main creation, but many of the lines in this are really not written by people of his age! Moreover, the grasp of the mentality of the middle and lower-level characters in Shuntianfu here is not enough. It's like he can write it!—How long has he been in Shuntian Mansion? How can he have any chance to get in touch with the commoners?"

Having said this, he couldn't help shaking his head again, "This is different from "The Legend of the New White Snake", "Princess Huanzhu", or "My Sassy Girl" and "Once Upon a Time", those stories, From ancient myths, folk tales, royal anecdotes, a bit of palace disputes, etc., down to contemporary love between men and women, it is not surprising that Li Qian's genius wrote those things, but this is different. , this not only requires deep observation and reflection on social phenomena, but also requires a lot of the mentality of the low-level people captured by the bottom-level life! This does not mean that you are a genius and you can easily grasp it! "

Feng Bicheng was stunned when he heard it. He got the script and was delighted to patronize it, but he didn't think about it. At this time, after listening to the old man, he thought to himself: This is what he said, he is right!

But after thinking about it again, he opened his mouth and asked, "But Dad, Li Qian wrote "Farewell" when he was seventeen! Didn't you even praise the lyrics of his song?

"Uh……"

This time, it was Feng Yumin's turn to be speechless.

Feng Bicheng said again: "You said just now that a genius can't do everything, so this...isn't it possible for a genius to have the realm and perception of a centenarian at the age of seventeen or eighteen?"

Feng Yumin remained speechless.

After thinking and thinking, he lowered his head, put on his reading glasses, opened the script again, opened a page, looked at it for a while, and raised his head, there was no expression on his face, it was rather complicated anyway.

"Could it be that a genius is really omnipotent?"

Feng Bicheng could not answer this question.

After thinking for a while, the old man said: "This book, you leave it first, I will look at it, you will come to pick it up tomorrow morning!"

"Uh……"

Feng Bicheng wanted to say something, but finally nodded, "Come!"

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Night, half past eleven.

Feng Bicheng couldn't take it any longer. He knocked on the door, and then without waiting for a squeak from the study, he pushed the door and walked in. He spoke in an angry voice, "I said you're still sleeping?"

"what?"

Feng Yumin was startled when he heard the words, raised his head, took off his reading glasses, saw his wife looking angrily, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "Oh, it's broken, it's almost twelve o'clock, I'm lost, I forgot. It's gone!"

While speaking, he raised his head and said, "Sleep! Sleep! Come on now, you have to get up early for a meeting tomorrow!"

While speaking, he put down his reading glasses, closed the script, and was about to get up, but he couldn't help but glance back. He couldn't help but sighed subconsciously and muttered, "Genius! What a genius!"

The old lady didn't leave at the door. Seeing his reluctant look, she glanced at the script on the table and suddenly asked, "I have to keep it for Cheng'er, the script is good?"

Feng Yumin stood up and nodded, "Very good! I haven't seen such a good book in recent years! It's dark and humorous, but it's very close to life! From big stories, to small characters, to the whole book. The line design, the many small story paragraphs in it, and a lot of baggage are all outstanding!"

The old lady nodded when she heard the words, and when Feng Yumin came out, she closed the door and walked to the bedroom side by side, while saying, "So, our family is going to be transferred?"

Feng Yumin stopped, turned his head to look at her, and smiled, "Hehe, don't tell me, if this book is finished...well, it will be transferred! Let's see if he can finish it!"

The old lady immediately said: "You have more experience than him. Since the opportunity is so good, you can help him keep an eye on him! Don't keep busy with your own stall! How old are you, no matter how talented you are, you can still shoot for a few more years. ?"

Feng Yumin smiled when he heard the words, "I'm staring?"

After speaking, he shook his head and said, "He's under Li Qian's hands now. If Li Qian is helping us beat, don't worry, I don't need my help to watch!"

After a pause, he couldn't help but sigh again, "Genius, genius! If this drama is done... tsk tsk!... Good book!... Coincidentally, Zhao Meicheng is going to shoot that blockbuster, hehe, confused! Just in time , when Zhao Meicheng went to shoot his blockbuster, Cheng'er's film will be full of fans when it comes out!"

The old lady asked again, "don't you need to stare?"

Feng Yumin shook his head, "It's useless! On the other side of Minghu, it's a system, and there are certain rules for everything! Besides, this is Li Qian's book, can he keep an eye on it? With him here, our family Cheng'er's own level is not bad, don't worry, you can't go wrong!"

The old lady was delighted when she heard the words, "It seems that after listening to you this time, going to Li Qian's company is really the right thing to do! It's only been a year, and he has given him the opportunity to be an independent director?"

Feng Yumin smiled when he heard the words, his face brightened, "That's not because of my face!"

The old lady smiled, "What's wrong with your face? My son shouldn't use it!"

During the conversation, the old husband and wife were already lying down, and the old lady was amused by herself, and suddenly touched Feng Yumin, "Hey, tell me, do you want to invite your little friend to our house another day, I'll get the table dishes or something? , you, call Shang Cheng'er, and the three of you have a drink?"

Feng Yumin waved his hand, "Save you! People are busy!"

After a pause, he frowned again and sighed, "It is said that he is doing an animated film recently... Hey, Li Qian, this person is good at everything, his talent is top-notch, and he is very good at everything, but his thoughts are It's too wide! According to what I heard, Minghu Culture plans to invest 200 million yuan to make animations! It's really... alas~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It really makes people sweat for him! If this happens Inside..."

Hearing this, the old lady looked at him and asked, "Won't it affect our family's Chenger's film? Or... If you think it's too risky, would you persuade?"

After a pause, the old lady said proudly: "I think, you can be considered a good friend. You are so much older than him, and your friendship has always been good! If you persuade him, maybe he will listen to you!"

Feng Yumin laughed when he heard this.

He laughed until the old lady was confused, "Hey, what are you laughing at!"

Feng Yumin stopped laughing, shook his head, and said, "You still think you are the Li Qian who came to the door with fruit and called you old sister-in-law, and you are not very happy? Tell you, he is now one of my bosses. A character of the level, even... higher than him!"

The old lady was stunned when she heard the words, "So powerful?"

Feng Yumin didn't bother to answer any more, he just said, "Don't worry about it, go to sleep!"

While talking, he pulled the quilt and lay down, looked up at the cooling temperature displayed by the air conditioner, and then closed his eyes relaxedly.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, a line from the script immediately appeared in front of him.

"It's just one step away! It's one step away! We Chinese actors have already taken calcium supplements collectively, and it seems like... Is this what you mean?"

Closing his eyes, he suddenly burst out laughing.

Suddenly, I somehow remembered that night several years ago, Li Qian once told himself that he wanted to make a story called "Farewell My Concubine".

"Ugh……"

Smile, just sigh.

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