I Really Didn’t Want to Be Famous

"Whose phone number?"

"Grandpa, it's a call from CCTV... They still don't give up, grandpa, or else, I will help you answer it?"

"I'll go back and forth. Although I'm not going to do it this year, I can't play cards either. You go back and forth, it's not sensible."

"Ok."

Inside a villa.

An old man stood up, some faltering steps, picked up the phone with the help of his granddaughter.

"Hey……"

"Hello, Teacher Zhao."

"Oh, it's Director Li... Good morning, Director Li, haha."

"Ms. Zhao, is your body okay?"

"Okay."

"Ms. Zhao, I actually think..."

"Hey, Director Li, I know what you want to say. Actually, let me tell you the truth. In fact, after participating in the Spring Festival Gala for so many years, I am more sad than anyone not to participate this year... It's emotional." Zhao Bengang sighed quietly, "I don't want to talk about my current physical condition, I just live this year. I read a lot of scripts and took a lot of scripts, but these scripts tasted wrong, Li, you understand. , I can’t bring these scripts to the stage."

"Ms. Zhao, what if you have a good script?"

"If you have a good script..." Zhao Bengang pondered for a while, and finally nodded, "Then I can think about it... this old bone should be able to be on stage again!"

"Okay! It's enough to have you!"

"..."

Zhao Ben just hung up and sat back on the sofa.

He looked at the bare tree trunk outside the yard.

He felt lonely for a while.

He really hasn't been on any stage this year.

Poor health is certainly one reason, but another reason is that after an operation, when he got the previous sketch scripts, he always felt that something was wrong, and always felt that these scripts were completely inconsistent with him. My request...

Therefore, he left the stage briefly.

"Grandpa, are you...really planning to return to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"I want to be on stage."

"Then your body..."

"It has nothing to do with the body. If Director Li can really get a good script, then the problem is really not big... If not, then... He may really say goodbye to this stage in the future..."

"..."

The girl looked at her grandpa.

She fell silent suddenly.

Grandpa has been on the stage all his life.

She knew very well that he would not feel very good if he were to stop playing on stage.

The sun shone into the window.

Zhao Bengang's wrinkled face showed a little relief.

Let it all happen.

About two hours later...

Zhao Bengang's phone rang again.

"Mr. Zhao, go and check your mailbox!"

"mailbox?"

"Yes! Teacher Zhao, go and see!"

"okay."

Li Mingrui's voice on the other end of the phone sounded very excited, completely losing his usual calmness.

This is the first time Zhao Bengang has heard Li Mingrui gaffe.

He shook his head.

"Yan, go see what's in my mailbox, Director Li looks very excited."

"okay……"

The granddaughter ran back to the house, then took out the notebook and opened the mailbox.

When she saw three unread emails in Zhao Bengang's mailbox, she was momentarily stunned.

In the three emails, each one is a script.

"This...this is..."

"Yan, what's the matter?"

"Grandpa, these are three sketch scripts. The three sketch scripts are, "Selling Cars", "Selling Crutches", and...well, "Not Bad Money"?"

"It's not bad money to sell it. What kind of sketch script is it? Director Li can't find a good sketch now, and then collect some short ones to raise one?" Zhao Bengang frowned.

What he pursues is not quantity but quality.

No matter how much rubbish, it is rubbish, isn't it?

What's the point of this?

For a while, he didn't know what to say about Li Mingrui.

"Grandpa, take a look."

"Well, good... I'll take a look first."

Zhao Bengang didn't care when he opened a sketch called "Selling a Car", and when he clicked it, he was taken aback.

Wang Da Fudge?

this is……

He became interested, and then watched...

More than ten minutes later!

"This script is not bad!"

He suddenly slapped his thigh on his calm face and became very excited.

Then, with this sentiment, he clicked on another script of "Selling Kidnapping".

"Selling Crutches" is after selling the car. Although it is full of things that fool people, it is more interesting than "Selling Car"!

If it can be performed on stage, then this sketch is absolutely popular!

In the Spring Festival Gala in these years, there hasn't really been a sketch with a similar plot!

This……

This script!

this moment……

Zhao Bengang was so excited that he couldn't speak, even his hand holding the mouse was trembling.

After watching "Selling Crutches", Zhao Bengang went on to click on the last script "Not Bad Money".

then……

His eyes widened instantly!

The heart beats faster!

He even felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

what!

Am I dreaming?

This……

This is another good work!

No matter which one of these three specials come out, you can make a good Spring Festival Gala.

Then the problem is coming.

How should I choose?

Sometimes heaven and **** are just two hours.

Two hours ago, Zhao Bengang was still feeling that there is no good work now.

Two hours later.

He was worried about choosing what works for the Spring Festival Gala?

This is really...

Dramatic!

"What, wait, am I right?"

"what happened?"

"These three works are signed by Lu Yuan..."

"What? Lu Yuan?"

After the poor Zhao Bengang saw that the authors of the three works were all Lu Yuan, he instantly felt that his heart couldn't stand it.

Is this man a monster?

………………………………

The noon sun shines on this land.

Although it dispelled a little bit of chill, Lu Yuan was always attached to the warmth of the air conditioner.

When can I leave in winter?

Lu Yuan suddenly missed spring and summer...

At least, wouldn't it be so cold to make people shiver?

Or am I really fictitious?

Sneez!

Lu Yuan couldn't help but sneezed.

Did I catch a cold again? Or is someone scolding me again?

Li Mingrui and Zhou Xianzu drank tea cup by cup, and the taste of the tea became more and more out of place.

But they don't care about these things.

They were waiting for Zhao Bengang's response.

Inexplicably, they were very worried.

Wouldn't Teacher Zhao look down on the three sketches?

should……

Isn't it?

About half an hour later, Li Mingrui's cell phone rang.

Li Mingrui was shocked and quickly answered the phone.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then suddenly sighed quietly.

"It seems that I have to live at least another three years..."

"Ah... Teacher Zhao... You are..." Li Mingrui was stunned when he heard Zhao Bengang's words.

"You suddenly threw me three works, didn't you just let me go to the Spring Festival Gala for another three years?"

"Ms. Zhao, what you chose this time..." Li Mingrui suddenly became very surprised!

"Let’s choose "No Bad Money" first... My granddaughter is more interested in this movie of No Bad Money..."

"Okay, okay, okay! OK..." Li Mingrui didn't know how many times he said it, and at this moment he was extremely excited.

Please come to Teacher Zhao for the Spring Festival Gala, then the ratings of this year's Spring Gala will be guaranteed.

He was relieved.

After hanging up, he glanced at Lu Yuan gratefully.

"Director Li, it's done?"

"Well, it's done!"

"That's good."

"Mr. Lu...I have written down this love anyway, and I will explain the situation with the station..."

"Haha, I can help you. By the way, it's noon. Let's stay and have a casual meal." Lu Yuan checked the time and stood up.

"How embarrassed that..."

"Haha, it's okay..." Lu Yuan smiled brightly, then stood up and looked in the direction of the kitchen. "Haha, today's food is quite fresh, especially the chicken is too tender... By the way, Director Li , Brother Zhou, why don't I be an overlord?"

"..."

"..."

Don't be a chicken?

It sounds so vivid name.

If it is someone else, then there is indeed a little sense of vision...

but……

If the subject is Lu Yuan, then...

When Zhou Xianzu and Li Mingrui saw this scene, the smiles on their faces suddenly solidified.

Then...

The two of them looked at each other.

"Um...Xiao Lu, sorry, I suddenly remembered that there was still something in the stage..."

"Mr. Lu, I suddenly remembered that one of my relatives was hospitalized, I have to go and see, then I will leave first..."

"Um... two, you..."

"Haha, Xiao Lu, try your craft next time!"

"?????"

After Lu Yuan watched the two stand up and bid farewell suddenly, he was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Two...I made a lot of jokes in my previous cooking skills, but people will change. After all, you have been young and frivolous? Two, give me a chance to prove it?"

"Mr. Lu, I really have something to do."

"Xiao Lu, there are a lot of things in "China on the Bite of the Tongue". Didn't I have a phone call just now, I have to deal with it... Next time, next time I will try your craft!"

"Well, then next time."

Lu Yuan suddenly shook his head after seeing the appearance of the two.

How do these two people feel like they are all soldiers?

Lu Yuan couldn't help it.

"Well, I will come next time!"

Lu Yuan was suddenly disappointed after watching the two leave.

He didn't know how to count before, but he has been working hard all this time.

……………………………………

"Woo... delicious!"

"Brother Lu, your craftsmanship is so good..."

"Ouuuu, delicious, give me another bowl of rice... Brother Lu..."

"Woo, shit..."

noon.

Wang Hao gulped the grilled rice and ate "Farewell My Concubine Chicken" with relish.

In less than twenty minutes, most of the chicken that Lu Yuan had made had been eaten by Wang Hao.

Lu Yuan was very relieved to see Wang Hao devouring it.

Sitting next to Lu Yuan, Wang Yanxue also put a few pieces of meat into a bowl and ate a few bites.

"How about, Jinxue?" Lu Yuan looked at Wang Jinxue with a look of expectation.

"Not bad, the workmanship has indeed improved a lot." Wang Jinxue nodded, her expression serious.

After seeing Wang Zhenxue nodding, Lu Yuan suddenly smiled with satisfaction.

I feel very comfortable.

He really has no talent for cooking.

However, people who have no talents have been trying hard to make various attempts always succeed, right?

"Wang Hao..."

"What's wrong with Brother Lu?"

"How are the album preparations?"

"The album...is almost ready."

"Has the theme song not been written yet?"

"I'll write it out, it's almost a little bit." Wang Hao's originally excited expression suddenly became a little sad, and then he lowered his head to eat the food.

"How much is a little bit?" Lu Yuan continued to ask.

"Just... almost inspired... I should be able to write next year."

"The one-year appointment is coming soon, let alone being the king of rock and roll, even the album is a problem?"

"..." Wang Hao lowered his head in silence.

"I will write you a song."

"Brother Lu...is it okay?" Wang Hao was silent for a long while, then looked up at Lu Yuan gratefully.

"The problem shouldn't be big..."

"Ok."

"By the way, are you interested in the Spring Festival Gala?"

"What? Spring Festival Gala?" Wang Hao was taken aback.

"Yes, Spring Festival Gala! Acting in a sketch or something..."

"amount……"