Chapter 856 Open the Door, Close the Door
Feng Bicheng no longer remembers how he got home.
My mind was bewildered.
When he came back to his senses, the sky outside was already dim.
He got up and found half a pot of water in the kettle in the kitchen. He also forgot whether it was boiled cold water or unboiled tap water. He poured himself a cup, poured it down, poured another cup, and poured it down again.
All remorse, all pain.
Others don't know, but he knows it in his heart. If he has to say how much he is devoted to Minghu culture, then he doesn't. In fact, he himself was very satisfied with his work for 20 years—especially at that time, when he entered Minghu Culture, he was so poor and no one cared about him.
Moreover, for the directing opportunity that has been obtained this time, for this film, and for Li Qian himself, whether he is convinced or not is put aside for now, but in fact, in his heart, there is still some gratitude.
He is not a fool, he knows exactly what Li Qian gave him.
But, how should I put it, I must have the thought that I am definitely not a thing in the pool, and I must have the mentality of intertwined jealousy and envy for Li Qian who 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.
Then, seven or eight couples of old and white people eat their stomachs, and then let their friends warm them up next to them. Many thoughts hidden deep in their hearts, even those thoughts that he would not do at that point, and are just thoughts, are all through The spirit of wine just blurted out.
In his heart at the time, it was bragging anyway!
Everyone drank a lot, and after blowing, they had a good time, and the fool would admit it after it was over!
However, the world is strange, it's such a coincidence that Li Qian actually ate there with someone, it's such a coincidence, when he went to the bathroom to brag, he happened to go to the bathroom, and then, just stood in the bathroom Outside, I heard the truth of my bragging words.
He knew that once something like this happened, it would be irreversible.
Regardless of whether those words came from the heart, or just a moment of bragging after drinking, since they came out of his own mouth, then he could already be pinned to the pillar—bad man!
Scum!
Without the slightest gratitude and humility!
brute!
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The sky outside the window is getting brighter.
Feng Bicheng put down the kettle, staggered out of the kitchen, and sat down on the sofa, just in time to see a half pack of cigarettes on the coffee table, took out one, and lit it.
Think, think, think.
Various ideas, like unedited film materials, flashed back and forth in my mind repeatedly.
Endless remorse.
Before I knew it, there were four or five cigarette butts in the ashtray.
When he got up, his head was in a daze, his ears were buzzing, and the stars were flying in front of his eyes.
Gathering his mind, he walked to the study room, pulled out the chair and sat down, took out a stack of papers from the drawer, his face was full of pain, but in the end, he still took a pen and wrote three big crooked characters—resignation letter!
Yes, resign!
That was indeed an excellent opportunity for me. Just relying on that book, relying on my own ability, after the filming of "Big Star" is finished and it is released, even if the incident last night has spread all over the film and television circles, there is nothing to be afraid of. So what's wrong? The character is bad, but the work is good? Is it okay if the work can earn you money?
Regardless of which circle, everyone is talking about interests, so what kind of friendship do you really think?
Whether the character is good or not, there is a bird!
Moreover, Li Qian said that he owed it to his old man, so even though he was disgusted with himself, this "Big Name" should be given!
This drama is over, even if the relationship is clean.
In the bright morning light, Feng Bicheng grinned—a wry smile and a mockery.
This fucking has only been going up for a year, and now he's going up to memorize words again!
Resign? give up?
Only fools are willing to!
but……
Shaking his head and smiling, he wrote very seriously——
"Dear leader, hello:"
After writing a few words, tears suddenly flowed down. He quickly raised his hand to wipe away the tears, and scolded himself, "Fuck! You are a bit promising, okay?"
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It took a full two hours to write a resignation letter of about 300 words.
Fold it carefully, find a blank envelope that was bought some time ago, and is now a little yellowed, pack it up, and write on it-"Mr. Li Qian, respectfully, Feng Bicheng bows."
After writing the letter, the whole person was close to collapse.
He took the letter, went out of the study, and sat down on the sofa, feeling as if he was going to die at any moment!
He raised his wrist and looked 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, forced himself to stand up, picked up the resignation letter, and muttered to himself: "Even if you are a scum, you will have to die anyway!"
About to leave, but lowered his head again, almost uncontrollably, tears flowed down his face.
I don't know how many years I haven't cried, but in the past few hours today, I have shed a lot of tears.
Holding the letter in his hand, his fingers were pinched with blue veins.
Sitting down slumped, still feeling a little entangled in his heart - Li Qian said that he would not tell anyone else, not even Mr. Qi, and he also promised that everything that should be given will be given, It wasn't until the drama was completely over that everyone went their separate ways!
So, the opportunity is here!
Are you a man who crawled out of the bottom of the pit, what face do you want him to have! The face has no chance to be important! What kind of face do you want! Why resign! At this time, you should be ashamed and bite the bullet to take pictures! Shoot this scene beautifully, and then slap your ass and leave!
You are a man, who have you ever been afraid of!
It wasn't easy to brag last night, so let's go the way of bragging!
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When she turned her head, there was a gift box under the coffee table.
I only vaguely remember that someone came here a few days ago and insisted on throwing it away. At this moment, my head was so dizzy that I couldn't even remember the name of the person who dropped the thing.
I just remember that there should be two bottles of wine inside.
Feng Bicheng laughed suddenly, the kind who worked hard, then bent down, picked up the gift bag, and took it out. It really was wine, and it was good wine!
"damn it!"
He unscrewed the bottle cap.
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He felt as if he was drunk, so why go after waking up? Then drink it!
It seemed to be light, then dark, and then light again.
It was very hot in the room, and he drank a big gulp of white wine and sweated all over, but he didn't realize at all that the remote control of the air conditioner was 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 struggled through people's indifference and ridicule, and finally got a stable job again, and then I was close to getting another chance to make a comeback - infinite confidence in life, career, and future It was just established, but it collapsed in an instant!
Moreover, it's not because of my own incompetence, but because my character is too scumbag!
For him, life is bleak at the moment.
For a moment, he felt that his life was over and he could not 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 sleepy eyes, and suddenly dropped the wine bottle in his hand.
With a bang, it shattered into powder.
The smell of wine filled the room.
In other words, the room already smelled of alcohol, but he couldn't smell it at all before.
There was another snap, and the light was switched on.
Brilliant white.
Feng Bicheng closed his eyes subconsciously, and then raised his hands to cover his eyes.
Pop, the door closed.
After half a minute, Feng Bicheng felt that he had adjusted to the light in front of him a little, so he squinted his eyes 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 he wanted to prove something, "Dad, Mom, why are you here?"
But he couldn't stand still, so he sat back down again.
His mother looked distressed, looked at it, and 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 radiance.
very scary.
Feng Bicheng waved his arms unconsciously, and smiled, "Dad, I... I'm fine... I'm just happy, hehe, drink some wine, you... how... hiccup... hehe..."
Feng Yumin stepped forward, Feng Bicheng wanted to pull his mother, but he didn't dare to really stretch out his hand, but turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it - there was a snap!
Feng Bicheng rushed over to the side of the sofa.
This time it was even more staring.
When he came back to his senses, he sat up in a daze, barely supporting himself, and looked at his father with a puzzled expression, "Dad...Dad, what are you doing! Why do you want to hit... Hit me!"
"You did a good job!"
Feng Yumin roared, and Feng Bicheng shrank subconsciously on the back of the sofa in fright.
With this roar, Feng Bicheng seemed to wake up a lot.
My mind seemed to start spinning again.
After more than ten seconds, the father and son looked at each other.
Then, Feng Bicheng stood up all of a sudden, extremely excited and excited, as if his most important thing was destroyed by someone, so much so that he cursed: "I'll fuck you, Li Qian, he doesn't mean anything! You...you...you, the hell! You...you..."
Snapped!
Another slap!
Feng Bicheng didn't even have time to react, he was slapped by his father and slapped onto the sofa.
Feng Yumin shouted loudly: "Sue? You deserve it too!"
Feng Bicheng covered his face and looked up at his father.
At this time, his mind was still chaotic, but the most basic either-or reaction was subconscious, and he didn't need any brains at all—suddenly, he seemed to have thought of another possibility, and he fell into an ice cellar instantly!
He raised his head and looked at his parents in disbelief.
Feng Yumin's expression of heartache, grief and pain intertwined, "Now the whole film and television circle has spread, saying that you are doing one thing in front of your eyes and another in your back, and you are holding someone else's job and scolding his 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 dumbfounded.
After a long time, he seemed to come back to his senses slowly, and muttered, "Then it must be his mother (I can't bear it anymore, add a note, these three words are harmonious words, so , it’s really not my typo)’s Wugang, it’s the fucking (harmonious) Wugang’s bastard!”
Feng Yumin looked at him with a sad face.
"It's nothing to make friends carelessly! But what about your conscience? I, Feng Yumin, don't care about what I do or what I do in my life, but I have always been loyal to my friends and my career. I have taught you since I was a child, and I have always told you to abide by etiquette, righteousness and shame. , where did you learn your wolf-heartedness?"
Feng Bicheng looked up at his father with a blank expression on his face.
Even the ferocious and hysterical hatred on his face just now has disappeared.
After a while, he lowered his head and looked around, and finally saw that the resignation letter was still lying on the coffee table, he stretched himself up and took it over with all his strength, then, with his head lowered, he stroked the resignation letter in his hand, and said slowly: "Resign I've already written the letter. I'm an asshole, I'm not human! I... I don't have the face to see him again, please do me a favor, help me find someone to deliver this letter to!"
Feng Yumin lowered his head and glanced at the words.
The handwriting was messy and devoid of usual style, but he could still recognize it at a glance. It must have been written by his son himself.
After staring at the resignation letter for a moment, he sighed, "You still know how to show some face!"
After saying this, the atmosphere seemed to ease a lot. Feng Bicheng's mother, who had been standing aside all this time, finally couldn't bear it anymore. She ran over a few steps, sat next to Feng Bicheng, raised her hand and touched his face, "Cheng'er... You are stupid!"
While speaking, he carefully stroked the clear finger prints on his face, feeling distressed and sad, and 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 ached again—as if someone was stabbing it back and forth with a small knife!
"Mom, I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry for Dad! I... I'm ashamed of you!"
Feng Bicheng's mother hugged her son and began to cry.
Yes, in this matter, it is not terrible to lose a job, nor is it terrible to lose an opportunity, but it is the most important thing to lose a person-a person has different abilities and skills, as long as he is willing to work Opportunities to work hard to earn money, but once a person bears the reputation of "wolf-hearted" and "ungrateful", his life is really over!
Because no matter who your boss is, you will never want to hand over your job and job to an ungrateful villain!
At this time, Feng Bicheng's mother was both distressed and reluctant, she raised her head with tears all over her face, looked at Feng Yumin, and said, "His father, you have a good relationship with Li Qian, so you can't talk to him anymore. Said that our family, Cheng'er, knew that he was wrong, and he must remember such a lesson for the rest of his life! Let him not remember the villain's faults! Let us Cheng'er stay! Let Cheng'er be a bull and a horse for him in the future no?"
Feng Yumin sighed, glanced at his wife, but didn't speak.
Turning to look at his son with his head down, he said, "Pack up your things, pack up your things now, don't embarrass me by staying in Shuntian Mansion! I will arrange for someone to apply for your visa at dawn tomorrow. Buy a plane ticket, get the plane ticket and 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 the son whom he had placed high hopes on with a look of grief and indignation, and said indignantly, "You'd better die outside! Don't come back in this life!"
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Two days later, Shuntian Mansion.
The car runs.
Outside the car window is the bustling and bustling Shuntianfu City.
Feng Bicheng stared blankly at the passing buildings, streets and crowds 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, where the people around you don't know each other, you can start from scratch.
My mother was right, my own abilities, after all, came from an artistic background, I was born in a major, and I have personally directed two movies, and even became popular and sold well! If you go to the United States, you'll be living two lives, starting from a stage manager and an assistant to work in 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.
Then... Maybe I won't be able to get ahead in my life, but I am confident that I can rely on my own ability, at least I won't be reduced to going to a Chinese restaurant to clean and serve 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!"
"ah?"
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Minghu Culture, eighth floor, art director's office, outer room.
"Hello Assistant Qin, is Mr. Li there?"
Qin Nuo smiled formulaically, "I'm sorry Director Feng, Mr. Li was on a business trip the morning before yesterday. Do you have anything to talk to, do you want me to line up for you to make an appointment?"
After a pause, with a slightly strange expression on his face, he said, "Boss Qi is here."
Feng Bicheng could read a lot from the changes in 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 Mr. Li comes back, can I trouble you to pass this on to him?"
After a pause, he added, "This is my...resignation letter!"
Qin Nuo looked down at the letter, nodded, and took it, "OK!"
Feng Bicheng smiled and nodded at her, "Thank you!"
Qin Nuo pursed her lips and smiled, "You're welcome. I will put it on Mr. Li's desk for you, and he will definitely see it as soon as he comes back."
Feng Bicheng nodded, turned and walked out of the art director's office.
close the door.
The corridors were 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—this is the core administrative area of the entire Minghu culture.
Once, he was not willing to come here to be an ordinary "wage earner", and once, when he was familiar with and adapted to this place, and felt the vigor of prosperity here, he began to like it.
At that time, every time I walked into this corridor, I looked at the offices one after another on both sides of the corridor, and looked at the nameplates above, which read "Office of Art Director", "Office of General Manager", "Office of Deputy Art Director" ", "Film Director's Office", he couldn't help but say in his heart: One day, I will move here and have an office here!
Either the "Office of the Associate Art Director" or the "Office of the Film and Television Director"!
But now... huh.
Watched for a long time.
He turned and walked away silently.
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Shuntianfu Airport.
waiting room.
Feng Bicheng sat there silently with his head down.
If seen by someone familiar, the first feeling would be——he seems to be dead.
The whole person is like a mass of dead ashes.
Numb, haggard, silent, sluggish.
The airport announcement suddenly mentioned a familiar flight number, and he slowly raised his head.
look around.
Many people who were also waiting for the plane have already started talking and laughing, picking up their luggage and preparing to board the plane.
Feng Bicheng was silent for a moment, then stood up slowly.
Look out, look back.
Go here and never return.
Among the crowd, Feng Bicheng silently followed the team to board the plane.
But as he walked, his steps suddenly slowed down.
The crowd behind walked around him and moved forward.
Soon, he was left standing alone in the passage.
He suddenly murmured: "Let's go, I'm just a dog that will die in a foreign land in the future!"
"But I'm a man!"
"A pure man who was born in Shuntian Mansion and grew up in Shuntian Mansion!"
"Admit your mistakes, stand at attention if you are beaten!"
"I'm dead, what else is there to fear."
Muttering, muttering, he turned around expressionlessly and walked in the opposite direction.
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Minghu Culture, Art Director Office.
Qin Nuo looked at Feng Bicheng who left and returned after a few hours with surprise.
At his feet, there were two large suitcases.
Different from the ashesed face in the morning, at this moment, he seems to have lost both the arrogance of a son-in-law before, and the rigidity of the ashes in the morning. At this moment, he appears unusually low-key, peaceful, and simple.
Even the smile seems 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 tangled, but finally nodded, "Yes, yes, but... I still have to report this matter to Mr. Li when he comes back!"
Feng Bicheng laughed slowly, "Of course, this is your job, understand, understand!"
Qin Nuo glanced at him again, still feeling extremely surprised.
But in the end, she opened the drawer and took out the resignation letter that hadn't been put on Li Qian's desk in time.
Feng Bicheng nodded his thanks, "Thank you!"
After receiving his resignation letter, he turned around, pushed two big suitcases with difficulty, and walked out. Looking at his back, Qin Nuo blinked and blinked again.
Until he and his luggage disappeared at the door.
A hand comes back.
There was a soft snap.
The door is closed.
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The 6,000-word chapter, don't tear it down!
Dao Yigeng asks you for a monthly pass!
In addition, I have to return tomorrow after I finish my work, and I may not be able to write anything in the car for more than ten hours. I should let you know in advance, please forgive me!
But...well, my skin has indeed been thickening recently, and I still ask for a monthly pass! The key is not to ask for it, the ranking will drop!
Let's hold the field and support it!