Senior Superstar

  Chapter 631 Chapter 630: Two scripts!

   Soothed the old fans, and completely believed that the old people believed that they had no problem with their state and returned to the hotel. It was already past seven o'clock in the evening.

   After having dinner with An Xiaoxiao Zhao Jinzhi, Sun Liancheng's grandson, and Wu Ming who was about to stay with him, he ate dinner at a fast food restaurant near the theater, Li Shixin returned to his room.

  After a period of calmness, he has completely escaped from the influence of the old man's memory.

  But when I think of those guys who have harmed the elderly in my memory, especially the so-called brother, Li Shixin still squinted his teeth with hatred;

  ヽ(#`灬)┌┛〃 Grandma has a leg!

   Just say why the big wave of cheers is worth the milk, why can't a good old man stand up?

  What’s so special about feelings? The key components were artificially destroyed at the age of twenty!

  Fuck you.

  You don’t know the rules of slapped people without slapping your face, or stepping on people without stepping on the crotch?

  Hetui

  Scum!

  With the double resentment of his body and himself, after returning to the theater, Li Shixin went straight back to his house.

  In order to avoid worrying Wu Ming, Zhao Jinzhi and others, he did not close the door. Under the two pairs of eyes ambushing at the top of the stairs, he quietly sat in front of the small desk beside the bed and turned on his laptop.

  Time goes by every minute;

  The orange-red sunset on the sky outside the window gradually dimmed.

  A layer of water mist slowly emerged on the bright glass.

  The spider next to the window lattice drew a shining silk thread from a slender hind leg, slowly forming a large transparent web, and trapping the flying insects attracted by the light in the house to death.

  The moon rose.

  Looking at Li Shixin in the room, except for his flying fingers like a sculpture, Wu Ming and Zhao Jinzhi stared at each other for more than two hours.

  In the worry of the two, the moon fell again.

  With a hint of whiteness in the sky, Li Shixin, who spent ten hours in front of the computer, made the last revision and proofreading of the document.

   Scanning the two scripts with tens of thousands of words in front of him, he sighed deeply and rubbed the pantothenic neck and fingers.

  Waiting for the printer to spit out the results of the whole night's labor into sheets of black and white, Li Shixin silently picked up the phone and called Yuan Cheng.

  As if waiting for this call for decades, the call was answered almost in the first second after the call.

   "Shixin."

   "You told me before that you want to make some compensation for the past. Is this still valid?"

   "It will be effective for the rest of my life."

   "Your chance is here."

"what do I need to do?"

   "I have a script on hand. I want the best actor there."

   "At half past eight, I am waiting for you in front of the theater."

   "You don't need to raise the teacher, this drama needs to be shortlisted for the Gu Mingkun Award. You should understand that this is not a job to please. Give me the list and I will coordinate the actors."

  The phone side was silent for a while before there was a response.

   "Okay, listen to your arrangements."

  Beijing, in a residential building near Guohua.

  Yuan Cheng took off the reading glasses and silently put down the newspaper in his hand.

  Closed his eyes and thought for a long time before picking up the phone again.

  "Hey, I thought about it. I'll go to the Gu Mingkun award judge."

   "If I couldn't say it before, there are naturally reasons not to go."

  "Why go now? Haha, because I think this award should be very exciting. And, after all, Gu Mingkun is my senior. How can I not give it away for the last journey of his life."

  The other end.

After hanging up Yuan Cheng’s phone call, Li Shixin opened a small group named "Happy and Harmonious Family" in his WeChat that no one talks at all, and sent a "life savings" with a total price of 50 cents for 7 copies. Lucky red envelopes.

   Seeing Chen Antang, Zhang Shuo, Jiang Wenhai, Xu Ge, Yang Kuan, Xu Youzhen’s tips for receiving red envelopes, he laughed, @了全.

   "My godfather is going to do a big thing. If you have time, please come to the capital."

   "That's the case. I recently took over the work of a big crew. But I'm busy! I really can't get out of it!"

   "Chen Boshi said that she would make up lessons during the summer vacation, and I am contacting her teacher for making up lessons. It's all for the next generation!"

   "Well, there was an action scene recently. I was working out and shaping. By the way, I hurt my Achilles tendon and it’s not easy to walk. I won’t go."

   "Ah, I am abroad and just got off the plane."

  "Recently, there has been a lot of advertising business, and the senior management of the group has changed again. Talking to me on the personnel side seems to have deliberately made me go further. I really can’t get away.

   "The signal is not good. The old man sent such a red envelope in the morning and didn't say anything after sending it. What is this going to do?"

  Looking at the replies of several godsons in the group, Li Shixin raised his brows.

"Looking at you working hard for your life, the old man is very pleased. Since you are all so busy, I can't help my godfather. My business is gone. I will go to your place to help you take care of your home, cook and deliver food. Children or something. Let’s start with Zhang Shuo."

   "No godfather! I'll go!"

   "The godfather's business is a big deal, so you have to do whatever you say!"

   "Oh! I just saw all the news from the godfather, go and go! It's rare for a godfather to go, or a person?"

   Faced with a group of apparently fearful replies from his sons, Li Shixin closed the WeChat group. Instead, I clicked on the WeChat account of Mei Tasting Wine alone, and sent a voice message.

   "Come to the theater, there is a work that needs your help."

"it is good."

   Seeing Mei Tastejiu's reply, Li Shixin put down his phone.

  I sorted out the two scripts that were still hot on the printer, and picked up the thinner one. After finishing the image in the mirror, he picked up the coat on the hanger and strode out.

  When his silent figure disappeared outside the theater gate, behind a window in the guest room on the first floor, Zhao Jinzhi also silently took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

   "Sister Zhu, ask the advertising company and Chadou to contact and coordinate the Ministry of Culture to take down the preparation of the Gu Mingkun Drama Award and the right to live broadcast on the Internet. Then I will win a seat in the awards jury."

  "Don't worry about Gu Qiangqiang, he is now thinking about giving his grandfather a reputation, and he will agree."

eight thirty.

  In front of the gate of the National Theatre.

   Seeing Yuan Cheng standing on the steps with his negative hand, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, Li Shixin raised his mouth.

  Although I haven't seen him for more than two months, Yuan Cheng couldn't help being startled when he saw Li Shixin's face that seemed to be younger.

  It was not until Li Shixin stood in front of him that Yuan Cheng came back to his senses and looked at the file bag marked "Script" in Li Shixin's hand.

  "Shixin, you really have decided that you are going to participate in the award given to him by Gu Mingkun and his grandson?"

  Li Shixin nodded.

   "It's useless." Seeing his serious face, Yuan Cheng smiled helplessly and shook his head.

   "I used to call Senior Brother Gu and told him about your return."

"Oh."

  Hearing this news, Li Shixin was extremely calm, without a trace of waves.

  A group of dying old guys, among that group of people, there may not be many alive. No connection between them is certainly unrealistic.

   "He has advanced pancreatic cancer, and he won't be able to live long."

  "I know that, otherwise, I would not decide to participate in the Chicken Fighting Award held by his grandson. I am still alive, and he is not dead. This account can never point to him when he goes down and counts with Lord Yan."

"At that time, he told me that at his level, he doesn't care about the previous things. As for whether you can find him to settle the account, he doesn't care. Shixin, I shouldn't say something. You do this. It may not have any effect. For decades, his achievements and status have been tied to many things. There are too many things that need to be done to push him down. Your decision today is very likely to be right. He can't shake anything, but it will make you more sad for the rest of the time."

  Faced with Yuan Cheng’s reminder, Li Shixin gave a sudden smile.

   "My saddest time has come. Nothing can make me sadder."

   "As far as he said he didn't care"

  Li Shixin raised the corners of his mouth.

"Everyone thinks about things that haven't happened. If he really doesn't care, why not tell him what he has done to the teacher? Why is he still enjoying the dividends of the inheritance he took from the Hongqi Repertory Troupe, and why is he allowed to do so? The younger generations sing praises for him, set up a monument for him, and leave him a name forever?!"

  In Yuan Cheng’s speechlessness, Li Shixin put away the trace of hostility on his face, and he calmed down.

   "Xiao Chengzi, do you know what is the most hypocritical?"

  Yuan Cheng did not speak.

   "A person who has everything and never lost it does not matter if he has nothing. This is the most hypocritical."

  Li Shixin asked and answered by himself.

  (End of this chapter)