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Chapter 8: Daddy

"Okay! You ride first."

After Huang Ze got on the car, Gong Xing jogged a few steps, then jumped lightly like many girls these days, and sat on it.

Put your legs on one side and hold the bottom of the seat with one hand for balance.

The two chatted a lot on the bicycle.

Talk about movies, songs, and our childhood.

Only then did Huang Ze completely understand the other party.

Because Gong Xing was born on the second day of the second month and it was snowing lightly in Shanghai, she was named "Xue".

His father is a designer for a clothing company and his mother is a photographer.

My grandfather was the most accomplished one in the family. He was a classmate of Zhou Shuren when they were studying abroad in Japan. Yes, that Lu Xun.

Later, he also served as the director of the Shanghai Museum of Literature and History.

In 70, she went to the rural area of ​​western Jiangxi as an educated youth after graduating from junior high school.

"Wait, where in western Jiangxi did you go to work in the countryside?" Huang Ze remembered that his eldest brother also disappeared when he was working in the countryside in western Jiangxi, and couldn't help but ask.

"Divide the friendship!"

"Oh, the hometown of Lord Yan Song!" Huang Ze teased and shook his head.

Not in the same place as Big Brother!
"What do you ask for this?"

"My eldest brother disappeared when he was sent to work in the countryside in western Jiangxi." Huang Ze explained briefly, "In 76, it was really unfortunate that he was about to return home."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that."

"It's okay. I just have a vague impression of my elder brother. He joined the production team in 73. It's been more than ten years now. I can hardly even remember what he looks like."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. How about singing a song for you?"

"Great!" Gong Xing's eyes lit up, "You sing really well."

"Ring, ring, ring~~" Huang Ze rang the bell a few times, pedaled hard among the crowd of cyclists, and softly sang Teresa Teng's song which had become popular in the Chinese music scene.

"where is it?"

"I've seen you somewhere before."

"Your smile is so familiar, I can't remember it for a moment."

"Ah~~~" Gong Xing looked at his feet shaking due to the shaking of the bicycle, a smile crept up his cheeks, and he started singing along.

"dreaming."

"I've seen you in my dreams."

"Sweet smile, what a sweet one."

"It's you, it's you."

"I dreamed of you..."

……

Huang Ze rode to an alley, dropped Gong Xing off at the entrance, and continued riding back.

When I got home, it was almost half past seven.

open the door.

The meal was prepared a little early today, and a group of people have already started eating.

See Huang Ze come back.

"Swish".

My parents and my younger sister Huang Lan all turned their heads to look over here.

"Where is it?"

"Don't talk about working overtime. You said yesterday that you had finished editing." Mom Chen Ping said with a smile.

"Soundtrack!" Huang Ze had just gotten married and didn't want to tell anyone else, especially his parents, so he made up an excuse.

"Your son has many talents."

"I have no choice but to shoulder more burdens."

"Okay, come and eat with us, we're just eating too." Mom Chen Ping pointed at the dishes, then turned around and assigned a task to Dad, "You and your son are in the same factory, ask other people about your son's situation. I think something is wrong with him."

"Something's wrong." Dad Huang Shi stared at Huang Ze and said, "He's quite normal! As handsome as his father!"

"Go away, just do what I say." Mom Chen Ping slammed her chopsticks, "I've been talking to him every day since he was in my belly. I know exactly what he's doing with every move. He must be in trouble!"

"Mom, when you talk to Dad about this, can you please do it behind my back?" Huang Ze asked awkwardly.

"No."

"Okay, then you guys continue." With a smile, Huang Ze started eating his meal.

It’s not that I don’t want to tell her, but when I was single, people urged me to get married every day. If I tell her, she will still urge me to get married, right?
Although it is impossible to keep it secret, I'll just enjoy a few days of peace.

After dinner, Huang Ze returned to his bedroom and continued writing the script of "The Spring of the Underachievers".

Because the book needs to be adapted for domestic use, some things must be localized, so the speed is not very fast. I can write about 3,000 words in one night. If we calculate it as about 30,000 words, it will take ten days.

However, the reality is that it doesn't take that long. It took two days to completely finish "Tomorrow Will Be Better". Huang Ze had more time and the script writing progress increased dramatically.

By the time I got off work on Saturday, I had less than a thousand words left to finish, so I just needed to finish it.

Um, Saturday.

At the moment, the legal holidays are still Sunday plus seven holidays, a total of 59 days. It was not until 94 that it was adjusted to a long and short week, and in 95 it was adjusted to a two-day weekend! Then it was completely settled, and only occasionally some kind of adjustment of holidays would be played.

……

Because tomorrow is a day off.

Huang Ze took Gong Xing home again. Because he rode a little slower this time, he didn't get home until eight o'clock!

As soon as I pushed the door open and walked in, I heard a familiar song.

"A hundred years of coma."

“The Chinese people are gradually waking up.”

"Watching 'Heroes of the Underworld'?"

After taking a look at the footage of this first Hong Kong TV series introduced to the mainland, Huang Ze went to wash his hands.

After washing my hands, I was preparing to eat, but it ended up being an interrogation.

"Gong Xing? Is that right?" asked his father Huang Shi.

"Ah, yes."

"She is pretty, and she is not short, but she is a little older." Father Huang Shi nodded, "A girl who is three years older than you is a treasure. The problem is more than just her three years of age!"

"But you see, if you like it, your mother and I will welcome you with open arms."

"Mom always welcomes you with both hands!" Mom said, raising her hands. "What's wrong with being old? Old people are more caring! Not to mention that they are much prettier than many twenty-year-olds."

"Mom only cares about one thing."

"Tell mom, when are you going to do it?"

"Mom, let me hold my grandson." Mom made the gesture of holding a child.

"Mom, it's the same if you hug me." Huang Lan raised her hand while eating.

"Eat your food. Can't even the food stop your mouth?"

Huang Lan, the person with the lowest status in the family, lowered her head with a glare, and then the mother's gaze shifted to Huang Ze.

"Mom, I don't want to think about this for now."

"I want to focus my energy on my career and wait until I become a director."

"By the way, Dad, I'm almost done writing the script. Please show it to me later! I want to see if I can invest it in the factory and make some money."

"Okay." Dad Huangshi agreed readily.

"I'll take you to submit your manuscript on Monday. With my help, it shouldn't be a problem for the script department to accept it!"

Huang Ze took the opportunity to change the subject and discussed the script with his father.

After finishing my meal, I quickly handed him the script I had written earlier and asked him to read it first.

I hid in the house and wrote the ending.

after an hour.

There was a knock on the door.

"Son, what's the ending? Show daddy now."

"Just finished!" Huang Ze handed the final manuscript to his father.

After reading it, Huang Shi, the father, looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and stared at Huang Ze carefully for more than ten seconds. Just when Huang Ze thought his father was going to praise him, he blurted out, "Son, you didn't copy it, did you?"

(End of this chapter)