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Chapter 477 Diaochan, you don't want to...

"Ms. Chen, Ruding newspaper is on the way."

In a small villa on the edge of a cliff, in Jiangtian Town, Changle City, Fuzhou City, FJ Province, the waves hit the shore, the water splashed, and the cloudy clouds were extremely low, oppressing the sea, like a big black pot, heavy and stuck in the wide waters.

Heavy rain is coming.

Diao Chan wore a dark red blouse with trousers pulled up to her knees, and sweat rolled down her cheeks. She wiped off the sweat with her elbows, holding a jar of sour fish by her waist, and the postman outside shouted: "Ms. Chen..."

"Hey." Diao Chan put down the jar, wiped his hands on his clothes twice, pushed open the door, and said politely, "Xiao Wang, I'm sorry for you, it's so far away, and I deliver it here on time every day."

talking.

Turning his head to look at the sky, there were overcast clouds, and he greeted: "I think it's going to rain, Xiao Wang, do you have an umbrella?"

The courier Xiao Wang is a strong young man. He knows Diao Chan, a big star, and the wife of the bard director.

Small villa on the edge of the cliff.

It was built by the bard to commemorate his father in the early years, but no one lived in it. Xiao Wang said: "Sister Chen, thank you, this line is downhill, very fast."

Looking up, Xiao Wang couldn't help asking: "Sister Chen, why doesn't Director Chen never go out?"

"It's been so long since I moved here, the usual dishes, rice, and oil are all my sister..."

"He." Diao Chan said politely, a little unnaturally, "Director Chen is a little unwell, that's fine, Xiao Wang, I won't delay you."

Close the door.

Xiao Wang stepped on the pedals of the bicycle, looked at the second floor of the small villa, and muttered: "How come Director Chen is like a young lady in the boudoir, who doesn't go out the door, and doesn't go through the second door."

yard.

Diao Chan glanced at the newspaper, her brows frowned, and there was bad news again. In the newspaper, Han Qiao held up a hammer and crushed "1.5 million".

FZ city.

Brother Kaizi, the birthplace of the bard's father, was in a bad mood recently, and Diaochan took care of his mood. The two lived alone and moved to a small villa by the cliff.

but.

Diao Chan frowned, looking at the second floor, the windows were closed, half a month, brother Kaizi locked himself in the small attic.

The newspaper was crumpled and wrinkled, Diao Chan wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, walked briskly, and called, "Husband, it's going to rain, there are a lot of crabs on the beach, you go downstairs, we'll pick them up, I'll make drunk crabs tonight. "

The second floor.

In the small attic, it was as if it was deserted, lifeless, and no one spoke.

Diao Chan didn't mind at all, she rolled up her sleeves, her trouser legs were pulled up to her knees, it was troublesome to put on shoes, she simply went barefoot.

yard.

The stones are sharp, the sand is rough, there is no pity at all, and the delicate skin is crushed and sharpened mercilessly, but Diao Chan is used to it, working by herself, with a brisk tone, calling: "Husband, look, the salted fish I pickled is good!" Alright, you can eat tonight..."

"Honey, the flowers are blooming, the flowers are blooming well..."

"Husband, the courtyard wall has collapsed, come down and take a look..."

"husband……"

Iron-gray clouds, unwavering, approached the residence on the edge of the cliff step by step.

The heavy rain piled up in the dark clouds, the thunder was dull, before the world turned upside down...

yard.

A beautiful wife, a wounded husband, this woman is licking her husband's wound with her tenderness and virtuousness.

Second floor, small attic.

The sky was overcast and dark, and in the attic, it was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Lightning struck.

In front of the bookcase, a tall figure sat with his back on the window sill, his head bowed down, like a dried tiger skin.

He looked majestic, but he was actually weak, and Brother Kaizi's eyes were cloudy.

On the desk.

There are old photo albums, which record my glorious past.

When going to the countryside.

Hard work, all the time, famine and fatigue, like a whip, lashing body and soul.

Such a difficult environment.

He did not sink, and escaped step by step firmly.

in school.

He is high-spirited, among all the classmates, he is the best and most dazzling existence.

Brother Kaizi caressed the yellowed photo, the group photo of classmates, Zhang Yimou, standing in an inconspicuous corner, and him, the stars are holding the moon!
Cannes Film Festival.

He won the Palme d'Or, and this is the first time a Huaxia film has won the Palme d'Or.

Back home.

He was enthusiastically sought after by fellow directors and all walks of life. For a while, he stood on a high hill and watched countless people, like ants, come from thousands of miles away to see him.

Photo album to the end.

In the darkness, a voice, hoarse and rough, repeated a sentence: "I can't stop making movies..."

night.

Diao Chan made her husband's favorite pickled fish, a large table dish, full of color, flavor and taste.

No lights on.

After lighting the candle, Brother Kaizi seldom went downstairs, so she was going to try it.

At this time.

Footsteps came from the stairs: "Ah Hong."

"husband."

Diao Chan's brows were beaming with joy, her cheeks were like lotus flowers, blooming with color, her eyes couldn't wait, she looked for the figure, and called happily: "Husband, you're down, sit down quickly, I cooked your favorite dish."

"correct."

Diao Chan's footsteps were smooth and brisk, and she shouted: "You can't have less wine. I'm happy today. Let's have some red wine."

Candles jump.

Under the lamp, Diao Chan was wearing a peony-colored nightdress, with long black and beautiful hair tied up with a chopstick. She didn't wear makeup, but she had the aura of a classical beauty.

Every frown and smile can't describe the charm of her daughter. After pouring a glass of red wine, Diao Chan is in a good mood.

so long.

It was the first time the bard went downstairs, she smiled and said, "Husband, try the salted fish, you like it the most. This is something that my father-in-law must have told me to learn when my father-in-law is here."

"A Hong." Brother Kaizi said with difficulty, with a delicate expression, "A Hong..."

"what happened?"

There was something wrong with Brother Kaizi, Diao Chan looked worried, stepped forward, and touched the bard's forehead: "No fever, husband, are you feeling unwell, tomorrow..."

A huge force.

Diao Chan frowned, her eyes were lowered, her own arms, and the bard's hands, held her tightly like iron tongs. The next moment, the bard's muddy eyes slanted a dim light, With a low voice, he growled: "Ah Hong, I can't stop making movies. Movies are my life, and I can't give up my life."

"Husband..." Diao Chan cried out in pain, "You hurt me."

"A Hong."

Lightning strikes, and inside the room, the dark curtain is torn apart. In the light, the bard whispers: "Ah Hong, go see Han Qiao!"

"What?" Diao Chan's eyes froze, in disbelief: "What did you say?"

"You go to see Han Qiao."

"You are his sister, he will definitely give you face."

"A bard." Diao Chan is not stupid, Han Qiao is ambitious, scheming, insidious and cunning, and meets three swords...

Such people.

How could it be possible to see her by herself, without paying the price, her eyes widened, her heart filled with mixed emotions, a sense of shame and anger instantly broke down her psychological defenses, and she almost said calmly, "You are crazy."

"I'm not crazy."

"You must go see him."

"You're crazy." Diao Chan's eyes were cold: "You're crazy."

"A Hong."

With a whimpering cry, the bard buried his head in Diaochan's legs, begging: "I beg you, I have to make a movie, Diaochan, you go, you go, you go see Han Qiao."

outside the window.

Crash, the heel of the sky leaked, and the accumulated heavy rain, like a raging flood, whipped the earth and mountains.

Diao Chan held a big iron ball with a heart. She looked at the crying man on her lap, feeling sad, desperate, and distressed...

hard to tell...

This woman's mood at this time may be the same as the world outside the window. She is silent, her body is stiff, like a sculpture.

quite a while.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she gently stroked the man's hair on her knee with her hand, which was as soft as water, and said softly, "Okay."

"I'm going to see him." Diao Chan squeezed a smile: "Now, let's eat, how about we are so grown-ups, why are we still crying like a child, how embarrassing it is."

"My great director." Diao Chan murmured, "He is not such a man!"

........................

"It's sunny."

"Qin Sang."

In July in the imperial capital, the sun is shining brightly and the sun is scorching hot. The courtyards are densely covered with grape leaves, and the greenery is verdant.

The sun is slanting.

The gaps in the grape leaves are full of light spots. On the reclining chair, Han Qiao raised his precious daughter with both hands: "Fly, fly."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Qin Lan is almost one year old, a little girl with red lips and white teeth, and "jiujiu" combed hair, two "jiujiu", tied with red strings.

In the white princess dress, her face is not as round as a child's at all.

little girl.

There are signs of a beauty's embryo, and the eyes are exactly the same as Han Qiao's.

The bridge of the nose is high, the little girl is happy, she spreads her arms, and said in a childish voice: "Daddy, Daddy, kite, kite."

"Don't call me Dad."

"It's called Han Qiao."

"No." Qin Lansheng chuckled: "Dad, Dad."

"Han Bridge."

In the corner, Qin Shou stared blankly, "Han Qiao, I want to play."

"What a fart." Han Qiao glanced sideways, so bold that he dared to call Lao Tzu by his name.

Without further ado.

With staring eyes: "Come here."

"Oh." Qin Shou understood very well, walked in front of Han Qiao, lay on Han Qiao's lap, pouted his buttocks, turned around and asked, "Han Qiao, can I play after beating?"

"Crack!" Han Qiao said, "Call me Dad."

"dad……"

Hehe, very witty, Han Qiao actually likes Qin Shou, a little kid, he knows how to be polite.

and.

He is smart and intelligent, very good at observing words and expressions, and especially aware of other people's emotions.

Qin Lan is often coaxed to find North and South.

Han Qiao held him with both hands, flew around twice, and couldn't help calling: "Qin Shou, can you eat less, it's too heavy."

The little kid was serious: "Han Qiao, I'm growing up, the doctor said, I need to eat more!"

Han Qiao stared.

A little frustrated, it's better to be a daughter, a fart kid, with no expression on his face.

Mother's.

Old, this kid is sure, he will be the first to pull out his oxygen tank, Han Qiao thought, put Qin Shou on his knees, slapped him twice, and it was over: "Do you know why you hit you?"

Qin Shou said: "Because you are my father and I am my son."

"if……"

It's over, this kid is rebellious, Han Qiao said: "Because, who are your mother's girlfriends, you don't care."

"Aunt Huo, Aunt Li, Sister Yang, they are not bad people."

"That's a good guy?"

Qin Shou frowned, and said seriously for a while, "Aunt Huo is not a good person, she beat me..."

shit.

Han Qiao's face was startled, Huo Siyan is really... a special mother, father and son, neither one is left behind.

Han Qiao immediately said seriously: "Qin Shou, a man, you must fasten your belt."

"Yeah." The little boy nodded.

Han Qiao clapped his hands: "Go, find your mother."

in the sun.

Qin Shou had two feet and staggered gait, Han Qiao looked at it, and he was blind, this kid is still wearing crotch pants!
still.

Hello daughter, Han Qiao likes her very much, with a beard piercing her little face, the little girl giggled and said, "Daddy, itches."

Seeing Han Qiao's hair in his dark eyes, Qin Lansheng's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand: "Dad, Dad, tweet, tweet."

"it is good."

Han Qiao was lying on the cool chair, closing his eyes and resting his mind. After a few minutes, laughter came from his ear: "Lan Sheng, what are you doing?"

"Mommy mommy."

Han Qiao opened his eyes, Gao Yuanyuan put his arms around Qin Lansheng, in the courtyard, Qin's father and Qin's mother went out for a trip.

otherwise.

Gao Yuanyuan really didn't dare to come. Tomorrow, Han Qiao will go to America.

Before departure.

The whole family still wants to have dinner together. Gao Yuanyuan put her arms around her daughter. She likes Lan Sheng the most. When the little girl was born, she was right under her nose.

Kissing Lan Sheng on the cheek, he couldn't help laughing: "Look at what you did to your father's hair."

"What a beautiful boy, you've made a fuss about him."

Han Qiao's carefully maintained hair is now in a mess, like a chicken coop.

After two tweets, Han Qiao was very satisfied, and his daughter was excellent: "Sister Yuanyuan, the script of the fireworks in the daytime has passed the approval, and it will start in November. You can watch the schedule."

"I can do anything." Gao Yuanyuan is now filming, depending on her mood, bad scripts, and characters she doesn't like, she doesn't even watch them, and she is running her own broken flower shop.

Turning his eyes to the inside: "Where is Professor?"

"It's in the house!" Han Qiao was annoyed. In the courtyard, there were a few teddy dogs.

"Those women are here again?" Gao Yuanyuan suppressed a smile: "If you don't like it, why don't you tell her."

"Forget it." Han Qiao shrugged: "You guys were quite wronged in the first place. For such a trivial matter, it's just as well as you like."

Gao Yuanyuan's heart is warm.

Han Qiao does this very well, respects their hobbies and hardly interferes.

even if.

He doesn't like it, but he respects it. Therefore, a few people can do whatever they want, except that the bottom line cannot be crossed, and they are almost at their own pace.

At this time.

Xiaotao was in the kitchen, calling: "Brother Han, the meal is ready, you can eat now."

A well-paid chef.

in the hall.

A big round table was filled with all kinds of dishes. At this time, Qin Lan's sisters stood up wisely: "Sister Lan, I'll leave first when you have dinner together."

"Why are you going, Siyan, Naijin, Xiaolu, Xiaomi..." Qin Lan hugged her son, "Let's sit down and eat together."

"Brother Han?" Xiong Naijin was a little scared: "Could it be too presumptuous?"

Huo Siyan and Yang Mi did not speak.

"Don't be presumptuous, it's just a family dinner." Qin Lan said, "Han Qiao doesn't mind."

"That's good." Xiong Naijin didn't want to really leave. On weekdays, he tried his best to lick Qin Lan's stinky feet, not just for this moment.

"Siyan, Xiaomi, what's the matter with you?"

"No." Yang Mi said, "Sister Xiaolan, no, I haven't seen Brother Han for a long time, and I'm afraid he will teach me again."

"He's not a big devil."

Several people arrived in the main room, and after sitting down, Han Qiao's eyes swept across.

Mother's.

This meal was really coquettish, except for Xiong Naijin. At this time, Teddy barked beside his legs, and his eyes were spiritual: "Brother, everyone is Teddy, how can you sit?"

"roll."

Han Qiao just kicked the teddy dog. Suddenly, the dog rolled over, whimpered, and looked frightened: "This breed is too fierce, I am not an opponent."

"Brother Han..." Xiong Naijin was very scared when he saw Han Qiao, bowed and said, "I'm bothering you."

"It's okay." Han Qiao smiled and said, "Sit down, since you are Xiaolan's friend, then you are my friend, don't be cautious."

"Brother Han." Yang Mi's eyes flickered: "My grades have been good recently, is there any reward!"

she talks.

Neither Gao Yuanyuan nor Yang Mi suspected that Yang Mi was brought out by Han Qiao, and they were almost like masters and apprentices.

Han Qiao glanced at the little girl, knowing the taste by eating the marrow. The little girl is gluttonous, paused, and coughed: "There's a fart, let's go play."

"Oh." Yang Mi was quite disappointed.

"Brother Han..." Huo Siyan glanced at Qin Lan, feeling a little guilty.

"Yeah." Han Qiao said indifferently, "Siyan, come and play when you have time."

Miss Huo has superb skills.

"Okay, okay." Qin Lan said: "Han Qiao is not the emperor, you are so afraid of what he will do..."

a meal.

It's officially started, family dinner, Han Qiao plays with his daughter, the little girl is not picky eater, she has to try everything.

but.

He couldn't really eat it. Halfway through the meal, the phone rang. Han Qiao glanced at the phone with a delicate expression on his face.

in text messages.

Diao Chan's text message: "Xiaoqiao, are you free recently? My sister would like to treat you to a meal to express my gratitude."

Han Qiao thought for a while: "No time."

Indifferent and ruthless, Sister Chen, if you want to obtain the scriptures, there are nine, nine, and eighty-one difficulties, and there is no shortage of difficulties.

After replying to the text message, within a few minutes, the text message came again: "Xiaoqiao, you are blaming my sister. Since you are not free, can my sister come to see you?"

so active.

Han Qiao said, "I'm going to America tomorrow, and I have an hour, see you at the airport."

"Han Qiao, what text message did you send?" Qin Lan was serving her son, but it wasn't that she was serving her son. Qin Shouting made her feel at ease.

"Diao Chan." Han Qiao didn't hide anything: "It's not that the bard has been in trouble recently. She came to me and has an idea."

"The bard's difficulties are found by himself." Qin Lan is not afraid of the bard, and taught his son: "Little Professor, you have to remember that the troubles that men cause themselves should be solved by themselves, and they must not be brought to the family around them." .”

"Okay." Qin Shou nodded: "Mom, when I grow up, I will definitely not find several wives like Han Qiao."

In a word.

The dinner was silent for a while, Huo Siyan and Yang Mi's heart skipped a beat, they both thought that someone was teaching Professor Qin bad things in private.

There was no food in Xiong Naijin's bowl, and she kept holding it with her chopsticks. She is Huo Siyan's best friend.

Huo Siyan introduced it to Qin Lan.

Although, I was prepared in my heart, Han Qiao is a god in the industry, but Dong said: "The bard is in trouble."

More than just a fairy.

It is simply: "Tathagata Buddha!"

Qin Shou is innocent: "Mom, did I say something wrong?"

"No." Qin Lan was embarrassed: "That... this child is not like this usually."

"This kid." Han Qiao shook his head: "Remember the grudge, this is revenge for beating him just now!"

"That's not the same temper as you." Qin Lan found the topic and taught Qin Shou: "Qin Shou, don't be so rude in the future."

After a pause, Qin Lan smiled and said, "You can talk to Dad in private."

"No." Professor Qin said, "He will beat me up."

“那爸爸揍你，你还去找爸爸。”秦澜说：“你是不是爱爸爸？”

“嗯。”秦授认真思考：“他揍我，我也爱他。”

Han Qiao has one head and two big ones, he can see that the two mothers and sons are acting like this!
Qin Lan is really...

It's hard to say, there is no way, the big family is like this, he coughed and said, "Let's eat."

A meal is over.

night.

Han Qiao stays in a courtyard house, springing up overnight, and the house is full of absurdity.

(End of this chapter)