Perfect Life

Feng Bicheng couldn't remember how he got home.

The mind was dazed.

When he came back to his senses, it was already bright outside.

He got up and found half a pot of water in the kettle in the kitchen. He also forgot whether it was boiled cold boiled water or unboiled tap water. He poured himself a glass, poured it, poured another glass, and poured it again.

So much regret, so much pain.

Others don’t know, but he knows it in his own heart. If he has to say how much he is devoted to Minghu Culture, it is no. But for entering Minghu Culture, such a vibrant and thriving company, for the past in Minghu Culture In fact, he was very satisfied with his work for 2000 years - especially at that time, when he entered Minghu Culture, he was so poor and nobody cared about it.

Moreover, for the directing opportunity that has been obtained this time, for this film, and for Li Qian himself, he is not convinced and put it aside for now, but in his heart, there is still a sense of gratitude.

He is not a fool, he knows exactly what Li Qian gave him.

But, how should I put it, I must have the feeling that I am definitely not a thing in the pool, and I must have the mentality of jealousy and envy when Li Qian broke into such a big career at a young age. .

Of course, in terms of background and talent, he felt that he was no worse than Li Qian, so there was indeed a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart.

After that, seven or eight old people eat for nothing, and then let their friends heat up the heat next to them. Many thoughts hidden in the depths of their hearts, even if they really get to that stage, he will not do them, and they are just thoughts. Jiu Jiner, just rushed out like this.

In his mind at the time, it was bragging anyway!

Everyone drank a lot, and after blowing it, they were happy, and only after the idiot accepted the bill!

However, it was such a coincidence that Li Qian also ate with people there. It was such a coincidence that when he was on the toilet, he was bragging, so he happened to go to the bathroom, and then he just stood there. Outside, I listened to the words that I bragged about.

He knew that as long as this kind of thing happened, it was irreversible.

No matter if those words are sincere or just bragging after drinking for a while, since they came out of one's own mouth, then oneself can already be placed on the pillar - rotten person!

Scum!

Without the slightest gratitude and humility!

brute!

…………

The sky outside the window is getting brighter.

Feng Bicheng put down the kettle, staggered out of the kitchen, sat down on the sofa, saw half a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, took out one, and lit it.

Think, think, think.

Various ideas, like unedited film footage, flashed back and forth in my mind.

Endless remorse.

Before I knew it, there were four or five more cigarette butts in the ashtray.

He got up, his head was dazed for a while, his ears were buzzing, and gold stars were splashing around in front of him.

After calming down, he walked to the study, pulled out the chair and sat down, and found a pile of paper from the drawer, his face full of pain, but in the end, he still took the pen and wrote three crooked characters - resignation letter!

Yes, quit your job!

That is indeed a great opportunity for me. With that book and my own ability, when "The Big Shot" is filmed and released, even if the incident last night has spread all over the film and television industry, there is nothing to be afraid of, people. What happened to the rotten product? The character is bad, but the work is good? Can your work make you money?

Don't care which circle, everyone is talking about interests, what kind of friendship is it really?

Whether the character is good or not, there is a bird for it!

Moreover, Li Qian said that it was what he owed his old man, so although he was disgusting with himself, this "Big Shot" should still be given!

This drama is over, even if the friendship is clear.

In the bright morning light, Feng Bicheng grinned - a wry smile, and a mockery.

It's only been a **** year since he's been going up, and he's just walking up and down again!

Resign? give up?

Only fools are willing!

but……

Shaking his head and smiling, he wrote very seriously—

"Dear leader, hello:"

After only writing a few words, tears suddenly flowed down, he quickly raised his hand to wipe the tears, and scolded himself, "Grass! You have a bit of a chance, okay?"

…………

It took a full two hours to write a resignation letter of about 300 words.

I folded it carefully, found a blank envelope that I bought some time ago and is now a little yellowish, put it up, and wrote it on it--"Sincerely, Mr. Li Qian, Feng Bicheng bows."

After writing the letter, the whole person is close to collapse.

He took the letter, walked out of the study, and sat on the sofa, feeling as if he was going to die at any moment!

Raising his wrist to look at his watch, it was almost eight o'clock.

"Let's go, go out, resign!"

He muttered in a hoarse voice, rested for a while, and stood up forcibly, picked up his resignation letter, and said to himself, "Even if you're a scumbag, you'll have to die anyway!"

As he was about to leave, he lowered his head, almost uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face.

I don't know how many years I haven't cried, but in these few hours today, I shed a lot of tears.

Holding the letter in his hand, his fingers were pinched with blue veins.

Sitting down, there is still a little entanglement in his heart - Li Qian said that he would not tell anyone else, not even President Qi, and he also promised that everything that should be given will be given, Until this drama is completely over, everyone will go their separate ways!

So, the opportunity is at hand!

Are you the one who crawled out of the pit, what kind of face do you want him! How can the face be important! What face do you want! Resign what! At this time, you should be shameless and bite the bullet! Film this play beautifully, and then slap the **** generously and leave!

You are a man, who are you afraid of!

It's not good to be bragging last night, just follow the way of bragging!

…………

When he turned his head, there was a gift box under the coffee table.

I only vaguely remember that it seemed that someone had come a few days ago and had to leave it behind. At this time, my head was dizzy, and I couldn't even remember the name of the person who dropped the thing.

Just remember that there should be two bottles of wine inside.

Feng Bicheng suddenly laughed, the kind that worked very hard, then bent down, picked up the gift bag, and took it out. It was indeed wine, and it was good wine!

"damn it!"

He unscrewed the cap of the bottle.

…………

He felt as if he was drunk and woke up, why did he go? Then drink it!

The sky seemed to be bright, then dark, and then bright again.

It was very hot in the room. He took a gulp of white wine and sweated all over, but he didn't even notice it. He had the remote control of the air conditioner close at hand, but he couldn't remember or realize that he needed to turn it on.

That's it, drink, drink, drink.

In the past few years, I have been living hard with people's indifference and ridicule, and finally got a stable job again, and then I got a chance to make a comeback again - infinite confidence in life, career, and future. It was just built, but it collapsed in an instant!

Moreover, it is not because of his incompetence, but because his character is too scum!

For him, life is dark and gloomy at the moment.

For a moment, he felt that his life was over and he couldn't get ahead. Instead of spending the next few decades in people's ridicule and contempt, he might as well just...

With a bang, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Feng Bicheng raised his head unresponsively, looked over with drunken eyes, and the wine bottle in his hand suddenly fell.

With a bang, it shattered into pieces.

Full of wine.

In other words, the room was already full of alcohol, but he couldn't smell it before.

With another snap, the light turned on.

Blinding white.

Feng Bicheng closed his eyes subconsciously, then raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Clap, the door is closed.

After a full half a minute, Feng Bicheng felt that he had slightly adapted to the light in front of him, and then he squinted and looked over again - yes, it was really the two of them.

He staggered and tried to stand up, with a smile on his face, as if trying to force himself to prove something, "Dad, Mom, why are you here?"

But he didn't stand still, and sat back again.

His mother looked distressed, looked at it, wanted to come over, but finally stopped.

Feng Yumin's face turned pale with anger, and under the light, he had a pale and cold brilliance.

very scary.

Feng Bicheng swung his arms unconsciously and smiled, "Dad, I'm...it's okay...I'm just happy, hehe, drink a little wine, you...how...hic...hehe..."

Feng Yumin took a step forward, Feng Bicheng wanted to pull his mother, but he didn't dare to reach out, he just turned his head and couldn't bear to see it - a snap!

Feng Bicheng rushed to the side of the sofa directly.

This time, it is even more staring.

When he came back to his senses, he was stunned, barely propped himself up and sat up, looking at his father with a puzzled face, "Dad...Dad, what are you doing...why do you want, fight... Hit me!"

"You did a good job!"

Feng Yumin roared angrily, causing Feng Bicheng to subconsciously shrink back on the sofa.

With this roar, Feng Bicheng seemed to wake up a lot.

The brain seems to be spinning again.

After ten seconds, the father and son looked at each other.

Then, Feng Bicheng stood up suddenly, incomparably excited and excited, as if the thing he valued the most had been destroyed, so much so that he yelled: "I'm rubbing you Li Qian, what he said is nothing! You...you...you're a complaint! You...you..."

Snapped!

Another slap in the face!

Feng Bicheng didn't even have time to react, and was slapped on the sofa by his father.

Feng Yumin roared loudly: "Complain? You deserve it too!"

Feng Bicheng covered his face and looked up at his father.

At this time, his mind is still chaotic, but the most basic one-or-two reaction is subconscious, and there is no need for a brain at all—suddenly, he seems to have thought of another possibility, and it is like falling into an ice cellar in an instant!

He raised his head and looked at his parents in disbelief.

Feng Yumin's expression of heartache, grief and grief intertwined, "Now it has spread throughout the film and television industry, saying that you are a person who has a set in front of you and a set behind you, holding someone's job and scolding someone's mother! You! What is it? You are scum! You are stinky shit! Anyone who steps on you will think your shoes are dirty! Do you think Li Qian is the kind of person who will step on you? Ask yourself, are you worthy?"

Feng Bicheng was completely stupid.

After a long time, he seemed to come back to his senses slowly, and muttered, "That must be his mother (I can't stand it anymore, add, these three words are harmonious words, so , I really didn't make a typo) Wu Gang, it's the **** (harmonious) Wu Gang that Wang Ba egg!"

Feng Yumin looked at him with a sad look on his face.

"It's nothing to make friends carelessly! But what about your conscience? I, Feng Yumin, don't care what I do in my life, I don't care how big or small I am, but I have always been sincere to my friends, loyal to my career, and I have taught you since childhood, and I have always told you to abide by etiquette and integrity. , where did you learn your wolf-heartedness from?"

Feng Bicheng looked up at his father, expressionless.

Even the hysterical hatred on his face just now disappeared.

After a while, he looked down and looked around, and finally saw the resignation letter still lying on the coffee table, he leaned forward with all his might to bring it over, then he lowered his head, rubbed the resignation letter in his hand, and said slowly, "Resignation. The letter, I've already written it. It's me asshole, I'm not human! I...I don't have the face to go to see him again, you can do it well, do me a favor and find someone to deliver this letter to me!"

Feng Yumin heard the words and glanced down.

The handwriting was messy and lacked the usual style, but he could still recognize it at a glance. It must have been handwritten by his son.

Staring at the resignation letter for a while, he sighed, "You still know how to make a face!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere seemed to have eased a lot. Feng Bicheng, who had been standing on the side, finally couldn't hold it any longer. He ran over a few steps, sat beside Feng Bicheng, raised his hand and touched his face, "Cheng'er... You are stupid!"

While speaking, he carefully caressed the clear finger prints on his face, feeling distressed and grief at the same time, he couldn't help but shed tears first.

Feng Bicheng turned his head to look at his mother, and for a moment, his heart, which he thought was dead, suddenly started to hurt again - it was like someone was stabbing back and forth with a knife in it!

"Mom, I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry Dad! I... I've embarrassed you!"

Feng Bicheng hugged his son and cried.

Yes, in this matter, it is not terrible to lose a job, and it is not terrible to lose an opportunity, but the loss of a person is the most important thing - a person has the ability and skill, as long as he is willing to work, there is always something. It is an opportunity to make money by working hard, but once a person has a reputation for being "wolf-hearted" and "ungrateful", his life is truly over!

Because no matter who your boss is, you don't want to give your job and job to an ungrateful little guy!

At this time, Feng Bicheng was both distressed and reluctant to give up, raised his head with tears on his face, looked at Feng Yumin, and said, "His father, you have a good relationship with Li Qian, you can't talk to him anymore, just Said that our family Chenger knew that he was wrong. He must remember such a lesson for a lifetime! Let him not remember the villain's mistakes! Leave our Chenger behind! Let Chenger treat him as a bull and a horse in the future. no?"

Feng Yumin sighed and glanced at his wife, but did not speak.

He turned to look at his son who looked down and looked like a dead heart, and said, "Pack up your things, pack them now, don't stay in Shuntian Mansion and embarrass me! I'll arrange for someone to apply for a visa for you at dawn tomorrow. Buy a plane ticket, get a plane ticket and a visa, and get out of here immediately, as long as I don't die, you are not allowed to come back!"

After a pause, he looked at this son, who had high hopes for him, with an expression of grief and indignation, and said indignantly, "You better die outside! Don't come back in this life!"

…………

Two days later, Shuntian Prefecture.

The car runs.

Outside the car window, is the bustling and lively Shuntianfu city.

Feng Bicheng stared blankly at the buildings, streets and crowds passing by outside the car window.

In fact, it is not necessary to leave, but to stay, no matter what you do, you must bear shame and contempt.

Go well, go easy.

If you change to a strange place, or even a strange country, you don't know anyone around you, so you can start from scratch.

Mom is right, my ability in this body can be said to have been raised by an artistic family, or a professional, and I have personally directed two movies, and even became popular and sold! If you go to the United States, even if you have two lives, you can start from the theater manager and assistant to the head office, right?

Although I haven't used English for a long time, I can always pick it up after practicing for a while.

And then... maybe you won't be able to make a living in your life, but you can rely on your own self-confidence, at least you won't be reduced to going to a Chinese restaurant to wash dishes for others!

Definitely better than staying!

only……

Squeezing the resignation letter in his hand, he licked his lips and suddenly said, "Master, turn around!"

"what?"

…………

Minghu Culture, the eighth floor, the art director's office, outside the room.

"Hello Assistant Qin, is Mr. Li there?"

Qin Nuo gave a formal smile, "I'm sorry Director Feng, but Mr. Li left for a business trip the morning before yesterday. Do you need an interview? Do you need me to line up for you to make an appointment?"

After a pause, with a slightly strange expression on his face, he said, "Mr. Qi is here."

Feng Bicheng read a lot from the change of expression on her face at a glance.

But at this time, he just smiled and shook his head, "Oh... no need!"

Then, he took out a letter from behind and handed it over, "When President Li returns, can I trouble you to pass this on to him?"

After a pause, he added: "This is my... resignation letter!"

Qin Nuo glanced down at the letter, nodded, and took it, "Okay!"

Feng Bicheng smiled and nodded at her, "Thank you!"

Qin Nuo pursed his lips and smiled, "You're welcome. I'll put it on Mr. Li's desk for you, and he'll definitely see it when he comes back."

Feng Bicheng nodded, turned and walked out of the art director's office.

Close the door.

The hallway is empty.

Looking inside, there are recording studios, lounges, and musical instrument rooms at the end, and several large offices facing the door in the middle—here is the core administrative area of ​​the entire Minghu culture.

In the past, he was reluctant to come here to be an ordinary "wage boy", and once, when he was familiar with and adapted to this place, and felt the thriving energy here, he began to like it here.

At that time, every time I walked into this corridor, I looked at the offices on both sides of the corridor, and looked at the nameplate on it, which said "Art Director's Office", "General Manager's Office", "Artistic Deputy Director's Office" ", "Office of the Film and Television Director", he could not help but say in his heart: One day, I will move here and have an office here!

Either the "Office of the Deputy Art Director" or the "Office of the Film and Television Director"!

But now... hehe.

Noticed for a long time.

He turned and walked away silently.

…………

Shuntianfu Airport.

waiting room.

Feng Bicheng lowered his head and sat there silently.

If you are seen by someone you know, your first impression will be - he seems to be dead.

The whole person is like a mass of ashes.

Numb, haggard, silent, sluggish.

The airport radio suddenly mentioned a familiar flight number, and he slowly raised his head.

Look around.

Many people who were waiting for the flight have already started talking and laughing to pick up their carry-on luggage and prepare to board the plane.

Feng Bicheng was silent for a moment, and then stood up slowly.

Look out, look back.

Go here, never return.

Mixed in the crowd, Feng Bicheng silently followed the team to board the plane.

But as he walked, his footsteps suddenly slowed down.

The crowd at the back bypassed him and walked forward.

Soon, he was left alone in the passage.

He suddenly murmured: "Go away, I am a dog who will die in a foreign land in the future!"

"But I'm a man!"

"A pure man born in Shuntian Prefecture and raised in Shuntian Prefecture!"

"If you are wrong, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand at attention!"

"I'm dead, there's nothing to fear."

While muttering and muttering, he turned around blankly and walked in the opposite direction.

…………

Minghu Culture, Art Director's Office.

Qin Nuo looked at Feng Bicheng~www.wuxiaspot.com~ who returned after a few hours with surprise. There were two large suitcases at his feet.

It's different from the ashes on his face in the morning. At this moment, he feels as if he no longer has the pride of a son and brother he had before, and the rigidity of his heart that was ashes in the morning. At this moment, he seemed unusually low-key, peaceful, and simple.

Even the smile seems to be more sincere than before, I don't know how much.

"Hello Assistant Qin, I'm here to trouble you again. My resignation letter... Can I get it back?"

Qin Nuo was stunned for a moment, a little confused, but finally nodded, "It can be, but... When President Li comes back, I still have to report this matter to him!"

Feng Bicheng smiled slowly, "Of course, this is your job, understand, understand!"

Qin Nuo glanced at him again after hearing the words, still feeling extremely surprised.

But in the end, she still opened the drawer and took out the resignation letter that had not yet been placed on Li Qian's desk.

Feng Bicheng nodded in thanks, "Thank you!"

After taking his resignation letter, he turned around, pushed the two large suitcases with difficulty, and walked out, looking at his back, Qin Nuo's eyes blinked and blinked again.

Until he and his luggage disappeared by the door.

A hand stretched back.

A light snap.

The door is closed.

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