Chapter 852 A Sigh

In fact, I didn’t feel very hungry at first. I ordered food in the restaurant and didn’t feel like eating. I just ate a few bites in a hurry. But when I got home, I could smell the smell of green onions in the kitchen and see my mother’s back in an apron. I got hungry for some reason, said hastily, "Lay me an egg", and then pushed open the door of the study.

"Dad, are you busy?"

Feng Yumin raised his head, took off his glasses, caught a glimpse of the script in his son's hand, and smiled, "I finally got it?"

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

Feng Yumin smiled when he heard the words, took the script and put on his reading glasses, "It's hard for you, I finally know that the opportunity is rare!" While speaking, he opened it and looked, "Big...wrist?"

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

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In the restaurant, Feng Bicheng ate so much.

In the study, Feng Yumin sometimes frowned, sometimes surprised, shaking his head and sighing.

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In less than ten minutes, a bowl of egg noodles just out of the pot was eaten. Feng Bicheng was so hot that his brow was sweating. After washing his face, he ran back to the study regardless of his mother's nagging, and saw the teacup in front of his father. There is cool water in the bottle, and when you pick it up, you pour it with a gurgle, and when you finish filling a glass of water, you burp, put down the glass, and feel refreshed.

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

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

Before Feng Bicheng took a puff of smoke, 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 hurriedly snuffed out which cigarette was on hand.

Seeing the old man raised his hand and slapped his nose, he nodded again, ran over like a dog and opened the door, and came back with a shy smile, "It will be gone in a while, and it will be fine in a while! I won't smoke, I won't smoke Already!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at his father eagerly.

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

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

Feng Bicheng clapped his hands excitedly, "Look! I'll just tell you! I've read this book all afternoon, and I think it's a great story! Especially the lines...it's amazing! Hey Dad, You give me on-demand, what’s so good about this story?”

Feng Yumin was lowering his head and stretching out his hand to caress the cover of the script. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at him. He didn't know whether to be angry or laughing, "What's the good thing? You said yes, but I don't know what the good thing is?"

Feng Bicheng chuckled, "I'm not as seasoned as you are! I just want to hear your comments and verify my own thoughts to see if I've made any progress."

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

Dad said so, anyway, Feng Bicheng didn't continue to hide it, but after thinking about it, his face gradually became serious, and he said: "This book, you just tell the story, it's 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 me in the past few years. , if you look at it 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.

Seeing this, Feng Bicheng continued: "But I think the most evil, the most surprising, and the most brilliant part of this book is its lines, that is, the little jokes one after another in it! It just suits me so well. Appetite! Criticism of current malpractices, satirizing one social phenomenon after another, like in recent years, it has become popular in the past few years, calcium supplementation, calcium supplementation everywhere, all are liars! Nonsense! Hey, this book you Look, just such a line, it really made you laugh all at once, and a needle pierced into the bones of those calcium supplement advertisements! It can't be more amazing!"

Feng Bicheng seemed to be talking, and at this time he was very eloquent, "Let me talk about another point that I think is particularly interesting. You look funny, and it is really funny. It seems to be a joke specially made to amuse you, but if you If you think about it deeply, you will find that it has a very deep meaning, such as that, the section of funeral music! Life is sad and joyful! If you think about it, it is really, very interesting! I have to admit that Qianer is worthy of making music Yes, master level, this is self-deprecating, it is impossible for non-experts to think of such jokes!"

Feng Yumin kept listening and listening, and when he heard this, he coughed and interjected: "Don't talk about being modest, I can call you that, but you better not call it that!"

Feng Bicheng was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and smiled, "Isn't this private? I'm talking to you! In front of him and outsiders, I'm always called Mr. Li! Then... I'm respectful, don't worry!"

Feng Yumin glanced at his son, put down his teacup, and said solemnly: "A relationship is born from the heart! Is one person really respectful and grateful to another person from the heart, or is it a matter of tea and face? They can all be brought out! Li Qian is not stupid..." Feng Yumin raised his hand and tapped his head while speaking, "In my whole life till now, I don't know how many people who are engaged in art have seen it. If you want to say that in a certain aspect There may be someone who is more talented than him, but he is the first person I have ever seen in my life who can have his level of talent in every aspect!"

Speaking of this, he asked his son seriously, "Do you think that he is an artist, a person with such a keen sense of life and art, and you are grateful to him and respectful to him from the bottom of your heart? Or is it just a matter of honoring the story, can he not feel it?"

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

Feng Yumin nodded, took a sip of plain water from his cup, thought for a while, and then said: "Cheng'er, as for you, you still have something in your stomach. If you want to eat this bowl of rice for the rest of your life, it's not a big problem, but Your biggest problem in the past was that everything you did was always a piece of cake! Do you think you are so smart? Hehe, it’s actually not!"

Speaking of this, he sighed, and said: "Li Qian likes your talent and is willing to give you a chance, so we must behave with our own heart in our actions! In a person's life, let go of your ability and be sincere! "

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

Feng Yumin nodded after finishing his training, and said, "Well, what did you say just now? Let's keep talking! Well said!"

Feng Bicheng smiled again, "Dad, do you think... what I said makes sense?"

Feng Yumin put down his teacup and said earnestly: "This book, your opinion is not wrong! One is that the story is very good, and this thread is both bizarre and extremely close to life! And as you said, in such a book On the basis of the beautiful story, the characters and lines of the whole book are also very brilliant! Deep, but simple! The power of this book... is very deep!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered something, and warned: "The hero Ge You, a typical citizen of Shuntian Prefecture, is well portrayed, and the actor must be chosen well! Um... about this matter, I think you It's better not to make up your own mind, listen to Li Qian, he should have an idea."

Feng Bicheng agreed when he heard the words, "Hey! Don't worry, I will listen to him!"

Feng Yumin nodded when he saw this, especially his son's current behavior, it seems that after staying in Minghu Culture for a year, his temper has changed a lot, and he has become more steadfast in his behavior, which makes him particularly relieved. Then, very rare, the father and son actually had such a little bit of meaning to talk happily.

After chatting a few more scripts and lines, Feng Yumin couldn't help but frowned slightly, and asked, "I think Li Qian is the only one who signed this book? This should be created collectively by your screenwriter team at Minghu Culture, right? Just sign Li Qian." Promise one's name? Don't sign others? "

Feng Yumin shook his head when he heard the words, "I don't know that! But as far as I know, Li Qian's reputation is so great, he doesn't bother to covet the signatures of several screenwriters! Since it is only his name, it should be He created it alone."

Feng Yumin was taken aback when he heard the words, and then showed suspicion, "Is he alone?"

Seeing the old man's expression, Feng Bicheng was a little puzzled, "Ah, what's wrong with him alone?"

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

Feng Bicheng asked: "What's wrong?"

Feng Yumin reached out and tapped the script on the table, and said, "If you say that Li Qian is talented, he is talented in screenwriting and directing, I will believe it! And I am absolutely sure! I have no doubt that this story is true. His main line is also his main creation, but many of the lines in it are really not like people of his age can write! Moreover, it is not easy to grasp the mentality of the middle and lower people in Shuntianfu here. It looks like he can write it! ——How long has he been in Shuntian Mansion? How can he have any chance to get in touch with ordinary people?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help shaking his head again, "This is different from "Legend of the White Snake", "Princess Returning the Pearl", or "My Sassy Girlfriend" and "Huang Feihong", those stories, From ancient myths, folk tales, royal anecdotes, a little bit of palace disputes, down to contemporary love between men and women, these things, with Li Qian's genius, it is not surprising that these things are written, but this is not the same , this not only requires deep observation and reflection on social phenomena, but also requires a lot of low-level people's mentality captured by the low-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 happy, but he didn't think about it. Hearing what the old man said at this time, he thought to himself: It makes sense!

But after thinking about it again, he asked, "But Dad, Li Qian wrote "Farewell" at the age of seventeen! Didn't you still praise the lyrics of his song, it's like a hundred-year-old man suddenly looking back at the best state of life?"

"Well……"

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

Feng Bicheng said again: "You just said that geniuses can't do anything, so... is it impossible for a genius to have the realm and understanding 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, and opened the script again. He opened a page, read it for a while, and raised his head. There was no expression on his face, which was complicated anyway.

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

Feng Bicheng couldn't answer this question.

After thinking for a while, the old man said: "You keep this book first, I'll read it later, you come and get it tomorrow morning!"

"Well……"

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

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Night, half past eleven.

Feng Bicheng's mother couldn't bear it any longer, she knocked on the door, and without waiting for a sound from inside the study, she pushed the door open and came in, speaking angrily, "Are you still sleeping?"

"ah?"

Feng Yumin was startled when he heard the words, raised his head, took off his reading glasses, saw his wife looking angry, raised his wrist to look at his watch, "Oh, it's broken, it's almost twelve o'clock, I got lost, I forgot Already!"

While talking, he raised his head and said, "Sleep! Sleep! Come right away, I have to get up early for a meeting tomorrow!"

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

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

Feng Yumin nodded as he stood up, "Very good! I haven't seen such a good book in recent years! It's black and humorous, but it's very close to life! From the big story, to the small characters, to the whole book The line design, the many small story passages in it, and the many burdens are all outstanding!"

The old lady nodded when she heard the words, and when Feng Yumin came out, she closed the door, walked side by side to the bedroom, and said, "So, our Cheng'er is about to change his luck?"

Feng Yumin stopped, turned to look at her, and smiled, "Hehe, don't tell me, if this book is finished... well, it's a good luck! It depends on whether he can finish it!"

The old lady immediately said: "You have more experience than him, since the opportunity is so good, then you should help him keep an eye on it! Don't keep busy with your own mess! You are old, and no matter how capable you are, you can still shoot for a few more years ?”

Feng Yumin smiled when he heard this, "I stare?"

After finishing speaking, he shook his head and said: "He is under Li Qian's hands now, and Li Qian is helping us beat it, so don't worry, I don't need my help to keep an eye on it!"

After a pause, he couldn't help sighing again, "Genius, that's genius! If this movie is finished... tsk tsk!... What a good book!... Coincidentally, Zhao Meicheng is actually going to shoot some blockbuster movie, ha ha, confused! Just right , when Zhao Meicheng goes to shoot his blockbuster movie, once Chenger's movie comes out, the house will be full of applause!"

The old lady asked again: "Don't you need to watch?"

Feng Yumin shook his head, "It's useless! There is a system at Minghu Lake, and everything has certain rules! Besides, this is Li Qian's book, can he not keep an eye on it? With him here, our house Cheng'er's own level is not bad, don't worry, you can't go wrong!"

The old lady was overjoyed when she heard the words, "It seems that this time I listened to you, 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 direct independently, huh?"

Feng Yumin smiled when he heard the words, and his face showed color, "That's not for my sake!"

The old lady smiled, "How about your face? My son shouldn't use it!"

While talking, the old couple had already laid down, and the old lady was having fun by herself, and she suddenly bumped into Feng Yumin, "Hey, tell me, why don't you invite your little friend to our house some other day, and I'll fix things for the table or something?" , You, call Shang Chenger, can you three have a drink?"

Feng Yumin waved his hand, "Spare yourself! I'm busy!"

After a pause, he frowned again and sighed, "It is said that he is making an animated film recently... Hey, Li Qian is good at everything, his talent is top-notch, and he is extremely brilliant in everything he does, but he is thinking It’s too wide! According to what I’ve heard, the Minghu Cultural Project will invest 200 million yuan in the future to make cartoons! It’s really... oh, I really make people sweat for him! If it falls into it..."

The old lady looked at him when she heard the words, and asked, "Will it affect Cheng'er's film? Or... If you think it's too risky, can you persuade me?"

After a pause, the old lady said proudly: "I think, you guys are considered to be close friends. 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 so that 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 your old sister-in-law and you didn't like it? Let me tell you, he is now the same as my boss." A person of the same level, even...higher than him!"

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

Feng Yumin didn't bother to answer anymore, 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 in a relaxed manner.

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

"It's just one step away! It's just one step away! We Chinese actors have collectively supplemented calcium, and it's about to...do you mean that?"

With his eyes closed, 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".

"well……"

Just laugh, just sigh.

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