Glory of Rebirth 1989

Go to sleep, mother, the emperor is tired, and I will pamper you tomorrow. "

"Huh~~" Lin Yao lay on his arms, exhaled deeply not to disturb Zheng Shaorong who closed his eyes again with a tired face, but his mind turned many times.

"Brother Rong...?"

"Mmm," Zheng Shaorong answered in a daze.

"When I come back from the Soviet Union..."

"Yeah." Turned over and went back to sleep.

"Go to Denmark and get married..."

"..." The only answer to Lin Yao was steady breathing.

65. Tenderness like water

The next day Nie Yu went to class early, Lin Yao only heard him say thank you outside the door, the rest was the creaking sound of the door closing and the silence, and then he ran back at dinner time in the evening, insisting on Invited Zheng Shaorong to go to the bar to play, saying that since he was going to live in the imperial capital for a long time, it would be good to be more familiar with the places where the circle often hangs out.

Seeing what Zheng Shaorong meant, he seemed to want to go too. Lin Yao had no choice but to drive the car out to be the driver of Tchaikov. Nie Yu pursed his lips and followed Zheng Shaorong into the back seat, "I didn't invite this guy..."

At this time, the bar was more of a forced atmosphere than later. Lin Yao went there secretly with his buddies when he was a child. There were not as many lighting effects as later, and there were not so many ecstasy and K fans. Silhouettes of people, down-and-out rock youths, literary and artistic youths wander their time in it, chasing the illusory Utopia or the most primitive desires.This bar is not the same as Lin Yao's long-term memory. The interior is very bright and bright. There are a few people around the two pool tables next to the small bar, and the rest of the people are sitting and chatting peacefully, giving people a false good impression.

It's a pity that this good impression didn't last long. The group of people just sat down and all the lights went out. A band strung up on the small stage directly in front of them. With the only remaining overhead light, they plucked the strings, beat the drums and howled at the top of their voices.

[Girl, girl, beautiful and beautiful.Cops, cops, with pistols!You want a car!You want a bungalow!I can't steal!I can't grab it! ! 】

Perhaps the screaming on the stage is a signal or a lead, the peaceful crowd began to become restless, black shadows jumped up and copied beer bottles, jumping and twisting indiscriminately following the drumbeat, and it was rare that the one who was louder than the stage was coming from the next table A sharp male voice, "Men don't have a good thing! We sisters have to improve ourselves!"

"The smoky atmosphere." Lin Yao's evaluation was very pertinent. He didn't like to come to these places in his previous life, and probably he will find it difficult to like them in this life.

"No, it's very interesting. The guitarist in the underground band is very skilled, and the lead singer has a good stage tension..." Zheng Shaorong propped his head and jumped up and down in the stands, his eyes full of interest, knowing that Lin Yao's going to listen to rock and roll is completely right to play the piano. "Actually, this song is very suitable. If you sing, you don’t need to find a tune, so you won’t be afraid to go abroad...

Lin Yao was too embarrassed to vent his anger on Zheng Shaorong, so he turned around and pointed at Nie Yu who brought them to this ghost place, "What's so good about this ghost place, where is your friend? If you don't come here, you can leave."

Nie Yu saw Zheng Shaorong making fun of Lin Yao holding a bottle of beer and laughing happily. Hearing this, he smiled and looked towards the door, "It should be coming soon, no, it's coming!"

The room was too dark, and they could see the appearance of the people in the light at the door from where they were sitting, but it was difficult to distinguish the exact faces from the dark shadows at the door. Zhang Yipian, now making an independent film, this one...hasn't seen it before..."

"Oh, Senior Brother Zhao is in a hurry, so you brought your friends along?" The young man named Zhang Yiyi looks very ordinary. If he became Senior Brother Nie Yu, he must be very talented, or he should not be studying in the Department of Acting. , he took Nie Yu's burden and pointed to the middle-aged man around 40 years old to introduce to everyone, "This is... I am Wang Xiaotao, a year-old friend who teaches at the National People's Congress and writes some novels by the way."

"Zheng Shaorong, Lin Yao." Lin Yao reluctantly stood up, shook hands with Zhang Yiyi and Wang Xiaotao, and beckoned them to sit down. The performance on the stage was getting better, Zheng Shaorong nodded and didn't have time to talk to them for the time being.

"Hey..." Zhang Yiyi sat down and peeked at Zheng Shaorong, who was focusing on the band, and poked Nie Yu, "A big star, the one in Hong Kong? How did you know him?"

"The one in Hong Kong." Nie Yu nodded, "In the future, I may not be able to teach the acting department with your friend...Last night..."

[Girl, girl, girl, you got into the car, you lived in a bungalow, you hugged the doll, I still think of you...] At this time, the band on the stage finished singing a song and got off the stage, replaced by another band It was much inferior to them, Lin Yao couldn't hear anything, only felt that the noise was even more unpleasant.Zheng Shaorong finally came back to his senses, and when he raised his eyes, he found that the younger expressions of the two people around him were not so good...

"It's ridiculous!" After hearing the antecedents of how Nie Yu and Zheng Shaorong met, Zhang Yiyi slapped the table and smashed several beer bottles. Fortunately, the crowd around them was crazy enough to cover up the sound of glass cracking and shattering, and did not attract the attention of others.

"Brother Wang, why don't you write a script... With the material of Dongdan Park, my sister-in-law can also help me a lot."

Hearing this, Lin Yao recalled it. Just now, he felt familiar. Isn’t Zhang Yiyi one of the sixth generation directors? In other words, the gimmicks of the subject matter have never been enough, so it has been repeatedly banned in China and won awards in foreign countries. The entire sixth generation of directors is the same as him, and none of them can be released publicly.

"You can't shoot it even if you write it down." Wang Xiaotao picked up a beer and casually drank a couple of snacks on the table. Chance to go out?"

"Not necessarily." As soon as Zheng Shaorong heard about the film, the two people in front of him changed from unfamiliar to a lot closer. Hong Kong does not pay much attention to behind-the-scenes, and now it is becoming more and more difficult to meet a good screenwriter. "If the writing is good enough, Brother Chen Kai If it can go out, this book can go out, it just depends on the operation, I am very interested in the script..."

"Let's talk about it." Wang Xiaotao glanced at Zheng Shaorong and didn't refuse or agree. This man's wife has said many times at home that maybe he can really let his script go out. It's just that he has been busy moving from Peking University to the National People's Congress recently, so he doesn't have much time to write those. thing.

The script was not available, but it aroused Zheng Shaorong's curiosity about Wang Xiaotao. He bought his book non-stop and read it in the backseat. It's hard work, but it still makes people look forward to the script.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Lin Yao stood beside the sofa with his hands down, imitating Little Li and urging Zheng Shaorong to rest, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

"I'm busy with state affairs tonight, so I don't have time to pamper the harem." Zheng Shaorong turned a page and saw that the person in the book wanted to go to the breeding station to visit the donkey.

"Okay... I'm a donkey." Lin Yao grabbed the book and flipped through the page that Zheng Shaorong was reading, "I never thought that you would be interested in reading this, Brother Rong. Wang Xiaotao's writing is a bit vulgar, and he's not a professional screenwriter. Tiao Tiao must be difficult to shoot, so don’t expect too much from his script.”

"But I just turned a page, and I'm eager to make a conclusion." The publication date that Zheng Shaorong saw when he turned the title page earlier showed that this book was published for a very short time, how could Lin Yao have read it "If you don't read these, What do you think I watch on weekdays?"

"Yangchun Baixue..." Lin Yao rubbed his nose and put down his book and sat next to Zheng Shaorong. In fact, in Hong Kong, all the magazines that Zheng Shaorong read before going to bed were indeed elegant looking things.

"One thing can attract me. I don't care whether others see it as vulgar or elegant, whether it is good or bad, it's all up to me." Zheng Shaorong stood up straight, stood in front of Lin Yao, lifted his chin and looked around for a while, and then "For example, when I first met you, you were just a young and Dangerous boy. I accepted you. You are the best in my eyes."

"Gudong..." Lin Yao was forced to raise his neck, his round Adam's apple was hooked up and down by Zheng Shaorong's rare love words and teasing. Men have desires. He stayed in the Soviet Union for so long, and he almost forgot when he endured it. After mentioning this matter, Zheng Shaorong never realized that he could arouse his hidden hotness.

"Rong..." Lin Yao's next words were blocked by the condescending warm lips, and disappeared in the fiery lingering.

The next day, Lin Yao accompanied Zheng Shaorong to visit Mr. Chen. Mr. Chen was bedridden at home due to some illness, and he lost a lot of weight compared to when he was filming Overlord. Brother Chen Kai was filming in other places, with only one male nurse by his side. During the half an hour of the visit, the coughing never stopped, and the two of them didn't feel embarrassed to bother the old man any more, and they were about to leave after sitting for a while.

"Wait a minute, Lao Liu took the phone, cough..." Mr. Chen stood up and called the two men to call the male nurse over. Breathing smoothly, he continued, "Of the juniors I have been in contact with for so many years, Xiao Zheng, you are considered to have a high level of understanding. You have also said that you want to be my student, but you will get worse as you get older. It won't be long... I will always do what I promise to others. Although I can't take you in person recently, my student 40 years ago is now the deputy director of the director department. Let me talk to him, when you go to school It's more convenient to stop by his office."

"When the old man is not unhappy, I am still waiting for you to direct my first movie..." To be honest, there is still a certain distance between the movies of the Celestial Dynasty compared with Hong Kong and New York at this time. Mr. Chen asked for advice, if Mr. Chen could not personally guide, the trip to the imperial capital would be meaningless.

After the phone call, the old man was a little tired, and his speech slowed down. This time, the two of them said goodbye and were not detained again. Lin Yao kept silent, and when the nurse sent them out and walked a short distance, Zheng Shaorong couldn't help but look back at the old building. At the window where the old man lived, Lin Yao handed over a pack of cigarettes to the nurse to find out the news, "What's wrong with the old man, he was fine a while ago."

"Lung cancer in the middle stage." The nurse took the cigarette and looked at the label, and put it in the inner pocket of the body. "Some of them are in good condition for a few years, and in bad condition, it won't last long."

"Have you considered sending them abroad?" Zheng Shaorong and Lin Yao looked at each other. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen to the tough old man a year ago.

"Although it's in the middle stage, the old man doesn't want to worry about it because he's old. He refuses the operation and just stays conservative for chemotherapy. The parking lot is just around the corner. I'll go back first." The nurse waved and walked back to the corridor to accompany him.

The mid-autumn festival was over in early October, and the cold wind from Siberia blew through the Soviet Union and finally blew toward heaven. The weather changed suddenly, and the road to the parking lot was covered with fallen leaves.Zheng Shaorong walked on it, and the carpet made of dead leaves creaked.

"Everything is changing too fast, I always think it's still a long time, and it's too late to see it again, and it's too late to do anything..." The bleak autumn scene can easily make people feel more emotional, Zheng Shaorong took out a cigarette and drank it In his mouth, he felt that he didn't have a lighter with him, and stretched out his hand to take out Lin Yao's pocket.

"Hey..." Lin Yao stopped Zheng Shaorong, wanting to take the cigarette from his lips, "Smoking less, Mr. Chen's illness may be due to smoking too much."

"You smoke more than I do." Zheng Shaorong glanced at Lin Yao, turned a corner to avoid the obstruction, took out a lighter and lit it, the rising smoke was instantly blown away by the cold wind blowing through the bushes, the smoke entrance was slightly bitter, In fact, there is no taste.Since leaving Hong Kong, the original intention of smoking and stress has seldom come to Zheng Shaorong, but when he is immersed in a certain thought, he always subconsciously looks for something when he has nothing at hand.

"I quit it later." Lin Yao forgot that the cigarettes in his pocket had been given to the nurse, and he fiddled with his pockets to show his determination to throw away the cigarette case, but after a long time, he found nothing, so he had to throw the lighter far away in resentment. Find some sideways ways to stimulate the other party to agree, "Smoking makes you grow old. Brother Rong, you are already ten years older than me. Be careful that one day I will climb out of the wall to see the scenery outside."

"Do you dare?" Zheng Shaorong threw down the cigarette butt and stamped it out with his foot. Lin Yao's words lost the slight sadness of autumn, and his tone was obviously calm, with only a slight rise in the end, but Lin Yao's hairs stood on end.

"Don't dare." Walking to the entrance of the parking lot, just as a draft blew past, Lin Yao shrunk his neck and wrapped his clothes tightly to divert the topic, "The weather is changing so fast, hurry back to the car to warm up."

"He said he was younger than me, and he couldn't stand the cold wind~" Zheng Shaorong didn't feel the slightest chill, and while sitting in the passenger seat, he stretched out his hand to brush the corners of his eyes that had some fine lines but disappeared these days, how did Lin Yao know? After being empowered by an old Tibetan lama, his body has become better than before. Some minor problems such as stomach pains caused by the irregular work and rest in his early years have not occurred for a long time. "I will not grow old when you are old. As long as you can persist, I I will compete with you who quits first, just use something as a lottery."

"Driving as you please..." Lin Yao stared at the rearview mirror to avoid hitting the car behind, and agreed casually, not knowing that he had dug a hole for himself and jumped down in pain.

A few days after the two lived together, the Soviet Union called and asked Lin Yao to go back to preside over the overall situation. Zheng Shaorong stayed alone in the imperial capital and went to Beijing Film Studio to meet Mr. Chen. There is Nie Yu among the students. After class, he has to go home with Zheng Shaorong to eat and drink, which makes the quiet house much more lively. At the same time, it can be regarded as a bridge to communicate with Zhang Yiyi and Wang Xiaotao, allowing Zheng Shaorong to ask about the progress of the script from time to time .

Zheng Shaorong started to listen to the courses of the director department from the lower grades, but after listening for more than ten minutes, he found that these things were very simple compared with what he encountered in daily filming. It is much more important than written knowledge. Since then, I have jumped all the way, only listening to the courses of the fourth grade, occasionally filming a few short episodes, visiting and sitting with Mr. Chen to talk for a while, and then going to the acting department. Life is good The most leisurely.

Lin Yao from the neighboring country did not experience this kind of leisure. When Zheng Shaorong was watching the use of long and short shots, Lin Yao was dazed in the face of a large number of reports.

Following the previous fraternal countries, Turkmenistan declared independence, and the Soviet Union has actually fallen apart. It is only a matter of officially declaring its disintegration and lowering the red flag. When the flag of the century was lowered, the capital owned by Lin Yao has doubled several times, and the greater harvest period is still in the year when the old and new currency regimes alternate.

Lin Yao would find time to go back to the imperial capital every other month, but he only lived there for a short time. Every time he went back, he would always fight with Nie Yu. He didn’t even go back to his hometown for the 1992 Spring Festival. Like a fool.

In the next room, if you use a lens commonly used in movies to cut in, you will first see the messy clothes on the floor, and then move up...the undulating window curtains and the entangled body accidentally leaked from the back corner.

"Well, take it easy..." Zheng Shaorong patted down on the bed, panting with the impact of Lin Yao behind him, and tightened the corner of the pillow, "Xiaoyu is still next door..."

However, after a slight slowdown, there was a more intense impact and panting. Lin Yao opened his mouth and bit Zheng Shaorong's shoulder and gnawed, his tone of hatred leaked from the gap between his teeth, "Just let him hear it and rest his mind." .”

"Tell you to be gentle!" Zheng Shaorong pushed away the person on him, held Lin Yao's hands who were stunned because Zheng Shaorong's strength had increased by many times out of thin air, turned over and pressed him under him, "You want to taste the embarrassment yourself Only taste can understand people's words, right?"

"...Brother Rong, you ate ginseng fruit without telling me?" Lin Yao's hands were pressed on top of his head, struggling to no avail, and the only strength advantage over Zheng Shaorong... This made him almost unbelievable, the world It's the end of the world so the genes are starting to mutate?

"No! Zheng's secret transmission of Dali Pills, passed on from male to female, from grandson to daughter-in-law." Zheng Shaorong teased Lin Yao with a smile, excited but never stopped wandering at the entrance of a certain secret realm, threatening more out of thin air" Is it strong, is it high in kung fu, is it amazing?"

The Spring Festival Gala just entered the boring reading of calls from various embassies. Nie Yu felt for the door to go to the toilet. Just passing by the unlit room, which seemed empty, he heard Lin Yao wailing that he had gone out.

"Brother Rong, I was wrong...ah no, Mr. Zheng, I was wrong... hiss..."

Listening to the root of the wall is much more beautiful than the Spring Festival Gala, at least Nie Yu, who is squatting outside the door panel in Jiu Hantian, thinks so.

This day is over!

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Lin Yao supported his noodle-soft body after being revenged all night, rolled up his luggage and wanted to run away, but he bumped into Nie Yu who was talking on the phone by the next door.

"Let's go..." Nie Yu grabbed Lin Yao's shoulders, pulled away his collar and looked up at his neck to glance at the tooth marks all over his body, then kicked over the coffee table beside him with a smile, and raised his voice so that the whole yard echoed, "Oh... …Brother Zheng, I’m sorry, I accidentally broke your Huanghuali tea table, don’t ask me to pay for it, I can’t afford it..."

"Let him pay for it." Zheng Shaorong wore only a thick nightgown, lazily lit a cigarette on the door, raised his chin at Lin Yao, he woke up when Lin Yao secretly closed the door.

"Well...there is still something to do in the Soviet Union...go down!" Lin Yao slapped Nie Yu, who was like a koala, and hurriedly fastened the collar he had torn off, not daring to say that Zheng Shaorong violated the agreement and smoked again. "Rong Brother, you also know that the Russians do not celebrate the Spring Festival, so I have to hurry away..."

"Really? When you came back, didn't you still say that you would live until the third year of junior high school?" Zheng Shaorong turned his hands behind his back to his front, and slightly raised them up, "Your ticket has been dropped. I will change clothes and take you to the airport."

"No need for that." Lin Yao stared at the huge date above, and moved towards the door step by step, "Urgent letter, the original date has changed naturally, I forgot to mention last night, the weather is cold, you go back to rest in your old clothes Come on, just let Nie Yu send me off."

"Go..." Zheng Shaorong went to the yard and helped Lin Yao pull up his clothes. "It's colder in the Soviet Union, be careful not to catch cold."

"Hey... I am grateful, I will send you away without trouble, I will send you away without trouble... let's go~" As soon as Zheng Shaorong touched the skirt, Lin Yao shrank subconsciously, took a step back, grabbed Nie Yu's neck and dragged him to the door.

"Heh..." Zheng Shaorong looked at the huddle with a smile, you give me an elbow, and I'll give you a kick. The two people who are going to the door will come back after running for a while. How can they run for a lifetime? ?

"You spoiled me, kid!" Lin Yao, who came to the door, pressed Nie Yu's neck and pressed him against the door frame.

"Master Lin... I was wrong!~" Nie Yu lowered his head and glanced at Lin Yao's arm that was holding him down, and then at the vermilion lacquered gate. Yao's words and tone of begging for mercy?

"Not honest, isn't it?" Lin Yao suddenly got used to Nie Yu on the bluestone floor, covering his mouth and nose that still wanted to make a sound, "That's boudoir sex, you know what a p, you boy, just stay with me and be nice and play nice with Brother Rong Just kidding, I lost my mind a long time ago, don't think I don't know what your plans are, do you understand?"

Nie Yu whimpered and nodded fiercely, patted Lin Yao's palm to signal him to let go, but as soon as he escaped from the prison, he bounced up like a grasshopper, and punched Lin Yao's face, "Fuck you! ~"

"Tsk..." Lin Yao shook his head and held the attacking fist with one hand, and with the other hand, he took out a dark object to hold back Nie Yu's dirty mouth.

"Is this fake..." Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Nie Yu is not afraid at all. Our great celestial dynasty bans guns, and can you carry them around on the plane?

"You can try." Lin Yao let go of Nie Yu with a smile, pulled out the magazine, took out a bullet, loaded it back, and threw the bullet into Nie Yu's arms.

Catching the cold bullet with brassy luster, Nie Yu wished he could slap himself a few times. At the beginning, he really didn't have any other thoughts. He only liked idols, but after a long time, compared with the surrounding Those brats or wretched uncles will inevitably be attracted by Zheng Shaorong's extraordinary charm, and slowly, some thoughts that shouldn't be born will arise...

"Understood this time?" Lin Yao patted Nie Yu's face with two or three pimples. The capital is indeed there. No wonder he took a shortcut and thought "it is better for young people to be down-to-earth than to try to reach the sky in one step."

"Understood." Nie Yu clenched the bullet tightly and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Facing Lin Yao, he pressed against the door and pushed in. From the crack of the door, he said softly, "Hi, let's go..."

"Huh..." Hearing the sound of footsteps outside the door fading away, Nie Yu spread his palms and stared at the bullet soaked in sweat. Suddenly, he shuddered and threw it out, burying his head in his knees silently.

The brass bullets jingled on the whole bluestone floor and rolled to the feet of Zheng Shaorong who appeared at some unknown time. Zheng Shaorong picked up the bullets, walked towards Nie Yu in the direction the bullets came from, and squatted beside him, "Say your sophistication." , but you are too naive, saying you are naive, but it is wrong, so the world is very bad, not as simple as you imagined, if you hadn't met me, you would not necessarily get what you want if you can pay the price..."

"You know?" Nie Yu raised his head. He always thought that he hadn't been seen through. It turned out that the person involved didn't want to tell the truth.

"How come you don't know, I've been in this circle for many years more than you." Zheng Shaorong patted Nie Yu and stood up. "Children should be more simple. It's cold outside. I'll make you a cup of hot tea when I go back to the house."

"..." Nie Yu stared at Zheng Shaorong's heel in a daze, without moving.

"Come on~" Without hearing the footsteps following, Zheng Shaorong turned his back to Nie Yu and beckoned him to follow.

"Hey~ I'm going to put flowers, that's good for the skin, and the skin is good for the photo..." There was a second of silence in the yard, and the boy's voice sounded again.

Last year's winter came early, and next year's spring also came early. Not long after the Spring Festival, when the peach blossoms in the yard were in bloom, Nie Yu, who had already returned to the dormitory, sent news that Zhang Yiyi said that Wang Xiaotao's script had been written. The name is "Tenderness Like Water".

66. Preparation for shooting

Earlier, Nie Yu's thoughts were exposed to the air, and the script was finished, and he felt that he was useless. After half a month, when he saw Zheng Shaorong, he always walked around, but as Zheng Shaorong's student, how could he? Can we not meet each other? Seeing that Zheng Shaorong treats him like before, he gradually loses his sense of self-ashamedness.

"Tenderness Like Water" only appeared in this world as a draft. Wang Xiaotao really didn't intend to write it, but he couldn't resist Zhang Yiyi going to his house every day to press for the draft, so that his family Tai Sui knew the whole story and united into a common front , I have time to write a few words, and I have been holding back for three or four months.

Zheng Shaorong likes this script very much from the bottom of his heart. One is the particularity of the subject matter, and the other is that the required acting skills can be regarded as a challenge. The main line of the story is actually only two people. The hunting psychology of a group started to arrest Alan who had a tryst here, and the conversation with Alan during the interrogation, step by step... engaged in an inner tug-of-war, a process of being attracted, assimilated and subverted step by step.

Zheng Shaorong wanted to get the right to shoot this book, but Zhang Yiyi refused. He has always been considered by critics as "the controversial subject matter far exceeds the artistic achievement".Usually, if the script is good, no matter how bad the filming is, it will not be that bad. "Like Water and Tenderness" may improve his image in public opinion to a higher level, and he will no longer be classified as a sensationalist.

When Lin Yao finally couldn't bear the lovesickness, and got rid of the shadow of Zheng Shaorong's transformation into Hercules every day, when he returned from the Soviet Union, Zhang Yiyi had already finished editing the book together by relying on his deep personal relationship with Wang Xiaotao. A small part of it was shot in early spring wrapped in thick cotton wool.

"Take a break." Lin Yao nestled in the sofa in the living room with underfloor heating, lazily flipping through the adapted script Zheng Shaorong got from somewhere on the coffee table, and changed the name to a palace with the characteristics of the imperial capital. "The whole story is cheap, cheap, and so on. If I changed him to a less literary name—the sexual abuse story that the hungry man and the sullen man have to tell."

Wang Xiaotao's book, Lin Yao, has been flipped through a bit before, and he didn't go to watch it specifically. Zhang Yiyi's movie, I also watched it in a small-scale underground exchange screening when I was studying, with gloomy, obscure and unaesthetic colors, and a bad soundtrack , tried to imitate the kiss of the spider woman but imitated the nondescript parallel narrative technique, out of expectations for Wang Xiaotao's book, he only lasted the first 10 minutes before falling asleep, and was woken up by the ringing of the mobile phone, looking up at the audience. Eight of them fell asleep inside.

"No wonder Nie Yu said you're vulgar." Zheng Shaorong sat on the side and peeled an apple for Lin Yao who had just put down his luggage. Hearing this, he just raised his head and laughed and continued to turn his wrist. The pulp Sai Linyao blocked his chattering.

"Hmm~~" Lin Yao managed to avoid choking to death with a big mouthful of fruit pulp, swallowed hard, patted his chest and wanted to jump up, saw the sharp knife in Zheng Shaorong's hand, and retreated to the sofa pretending to be wronged, "You have a new love Dislike me and want to murder?"

"Yaozi, have you noticed that he has become more and more wanton lately~" Zheng Shaorong put down the fruit knife and pinched Lin Yao's tight face and pulled it to both sides. Since Zheng Shaorong made his heart public last year, he has lost the care he had when we were together. , A lot of things are said casually, but compared to being cautious, Zheng Shaorong prefers the daily life and getting along with each other.

"I can't beat it, but you can always use your mouth." Lin Yao also knew that Zheng Shaorong liked his more real side, and took small bites of the apple, chewed it, and swallowed it, recalling the blurry scene in memory for a while, "If you really want to shoot This book is also fine, but it has to be agreed, only the director and not the male lead, I know that the psychological drama of this role is quite challenging, but the image is too distorted, it is difficult to please the audience."

"If I were to shoot, it would be better." Zheng Shaorong not only got the script, but actually even watched some of the raw films that have been shot so far through the old man's student channel. "Even if most of them are night scenes, I will choose in spring." At the end of summer and the beginning of summer, I shot an unforgettable Alan." The weather in late spring and early summer is fine and the light is sufficient, so the whole picture must not be so gloomy and weird. Of course, the script also needs to be changed.

"You can't avoid the important and take the light. You haven't answered my request." Lin Yao threw away the apple core, took the fruit knife on the table and used his index finger to test the sharpness. "As long as Brother Rong agrees, use other means to get this book." The filming rights were fairly easy."

"No need..." Looking at Lin Yao's appearance, Zheng Shaorong knew that he was planning to use side methods to help him secretly as in Cannes. "Although I like this book, it's not to the point where it will waste a few months of hard work."

"Brother Zheng~!" The doorbell interrupted their conversation with Nie Yu shouting from far outside the gate. Zheng Shaorong grabbed the fruit knife and lightly patted the back of Lin Yao's head and walked out the door. "I'll open the door, don't always Using knives and guns to frighten children."

"Didn't that kid go back to school? What are you doing here again?" Lin Yao only thought of Nie Yu for a long time, forgot the "friendly communication" before, and planned to scare him into a show of power, and followed Zheng Shaorong to the yard .

"Brother Zheng! Let me tell you..." As soon as the door opened and saw Zheng Shaorong, Nie Yu was about to rush over, but he caught a glimpse of Lin Yao ten steps away from the corner of his eye, and suddenly froze, and stood against the wall Wen greeted Lin Yao, "Brother Lin."

"Screaming so affectionately, whoever is your brother is enough to be your uncle." Lin Yao's tone was not polite at all, but one thing was one thing, and when he received the death light wave sent by Zheng Shaorong, he was also stupefied and forced to change out. A smiling face, the expression changes so quickly that it is unnatural and weird "...don't be nervous...continue talking as if I don't exist."

"Then what..." Nie Yu glanced at Lin Yao, who had a tangled expression, and straightened his back a little, "Zhang Yiyi asked me to ask Mr. Zheng... if you are interested in this book, he needs money urgently, and I transferred 100 million to you , after transferring it to you, he will not interfere again."

According to the current market situation in China, the cost of many film productions is only two or three million yuan. Zhang Yiyi’s asking this price is tantamount to a lion’s mouth. After weighing it, Zheng Shaorong couldn’t match his liking for this book. He nodded in silence for a while. Nie Yu said, but he wanted to understand why Zhang Yiyi, who had been refusing to give up the script before, suddenly wanted to change hands.

"He's been obsessed with smoking white noodles recently..." Although Nie Yu was a little perverted, he was still a fresh student after all. When he talked about these unorthodox things, he subconsciously looked around and saw the high walls around the yard before continuing, "Say yes Looking for creative inspiration, I went out to play yesterday. When I came out, a few people made a fuss and smashed a brand-new Mercedes-Benz. At that time, my brain was probably useless, and I didn’t care about the license plate. Today, the owner of the car came to the door and said He got it in and locked it up for a few years, so he had to get some money around to get rid of the disaster..."

"You did it?" Zheng Shaorong poked Lin Yao, how could there be such a coincidence in the world.

"No!" Lin Yao answered decisively with a righteous face, as if some of the previous thoughts had never existed before, "I just got off the plane, and everything has nothing to do with me."

"Lin Yao, I know you are here, come out to pick up the guests~" The door was kicked and creaked, Lin Yao searched for the owner of the ruffian voice in his mind, but couldn't remember it for a long time, Zheng Shaorong shook his head helplessly " You have a lot of money to burn as paper, and you can’t remember that you have been in business with someone for a year with hundreds of millions of dollars. Song Ping is outside the door, and Ye Er should be there. He told me on the phone the day before yesterday that the situation has changed, Haibei Province I can’t do it anymore, the funds have been withdrawn and I’m waiting for you to come back.”

In the Soviet Union, Ye Er had only been in contact with Cao Cheng through Cao Cheng. It had been a long time since we had seen each other. Lin Yao simply ran to open the door himself. sentence.

"...I have to kill that bastard who smashed my glass, I have only driven this car for a week after I got it back!"

"You still have the nerve to drive it? Mr. Song didn't talk about you? Who told you to show off, you should!"

"Well smashed!" Lin Yao approached the two with a smirk, and gave Song Ping a big gift before he got mad. The world is so fucking small. It would be hard for Zhang Yiyi to bump into Song Ping. "Which man doesn't like it?" Nice car, I'll ask my friends in England to get you a Bentley Continental R some other day, it's better than this."

"No, I know you're generous, but you're too ostentatious." Ye Er stopped Song Ping, who was about to agree, "The newly replaced second master wanted to be Bao Longtu and forced us to stop. Who is not a man with his tail between his legs, this guy He just ran into the gun. After sharing the money, he said he wanted to change the car. I said earlier that he would only change to an Audi. He didn’t get this by himself. It’s a good thing that someone smashed it.”

The alley is not a place to talk, Lin Yao called the two into the living room, Zheng Shaorong made tea early, and the three of them talked behind closed doors.When Song Ping entered the yard, he saw Nie Yu's eyes lit up, and he was still outside to play with the children. Occasionally, a voice came through the window, "Brother will take you to see the world, don't be afraid, what are you hiding..."

"Song Ping is like this. Because of his relatives, he has to watch over him for the rest of his life." Ye Er frowned and sighed helplessly when he heard the voice from outside, and continued the previous topic, "The general accounts are like this. I will transfer the money tomorrow. The little money earned in Haibei is not much for everyone, and it is not enough to do big things. The old man is not in good health, and he probably won’t be able to last for a few years. I want to take advantage of the old man who is still making more money, and the domestic influence is not good. Lin Yao, you have done a lot in the Soviet Union, if it is convenient, take me to participate."

"It's okay..." Ye Er intervened out of thin air to get a share of the benefits, but Lin Yao didn't mind, Ye Er's future is limitless, and it's nothing to suffer a little loss from the initial investment "How much does your big event cost? "

"Never mind, knowing too much is not good for you." Ye Er obviously didn't want to say more, put down his teacup, got up and opened the door, "Song Ping! Let's go back."

When seeing Ye Er and the others go out, Song Ping had a little tail compared to when he came, and Nie Yu also got into the broken Mercedes and left. Zheng Shaorong stood at the door with his arms crossed and watched the square car's buttocks disappear into the distance.