Senior Superstar

Hearing the village cadres call the old man "Zhao Amei", Li Shixin was as surprised and puzzled as the village cadres.

"Grandma, what's going on?"

Frowning, Li Shixin looked at the old man.

Being watched by everyone in the yard, the old man seemed a little nervous. Facing Li Shixin's inquiry, her already trembling hands trembled even more.

There was half of the tea left in the tea bowl, but as she trembled, almost all of it was spilled.

The scene was deadlocked.

"Director Li, we can't be. We've been deceived, right?"

Seeing this scene, Xiao Fang, the photographer who returned to China with Li Shixin, muttered.

"Brother Xu said that you were too impulsive. After receiving the letter, you stopped shooting and ran back. If this is fake, we will suffer a great loss."

On the side, a sound engineer also echoed.

Annoyed by everyone's chatter, Li Shixin waved his hand.

Signaling everyone to be silent, seeing that the old man seemed to have no intention of explaining, he walked up to several village officials.

"Several, what is the situation?"

"We don't know about that either! Just now, Xiao Cheng from the postal service told us that you came to our place. We thought you were here to take pictures. As a result, Mr. Li just said that you received some letter and said that Zhao Amei What kind of love is the old man, comfort women, how is this possible!"

Seeing that he couldn't get any useful information from the village cadres, Li Shixin pondered for a moment, then politely asked Li Juan to accompany everyone to the car.

Looking back, he waved away the film crew with equipment in the yard, as well as a group of old fans who didn't know why.

In the yard, only Li Shixin and the old man were left.

Walking up to the old man, he helped her sit on the wooden bench in the yard, and Li Shixin took out the letter from his arms.

"Grandma, don't be nervous. It's just the two of us now, can you tell me what's going on? You wrote me the letter, right?"

Facing his inquiry, the old man nodded.

"Then are you Zhou Qingru or Zhao Amei?"

In front of this question, the old man was silent.

It's past the beginning of autumn, and the leaves of the unknown trees outside the courtyard wall have turned yellow. With the cool breeze, the leaves rustled down.

"Since you're here, let's stay here first."

After a long time, the old man brushed off the leaves on his skirt and smiled at Li Shixin.

Seeing the flash of fear and embarrassment in the eyes of the old man, Li Shixin grinned for a while.

"Okay."

Nodding to the old man, he stood up.

Turning around and opening the courtyard door, he waved to the people waiting outside.

"Settle down first, and wait a few days for the filming."

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Received extremely [doubt] [dissatisfaction] negative applause points, 5211 points!

Hearing Li Shixin's arrangement, everyone in the filming team frowned.

This wait is seven days.

Most of the young people in Hongtang Village go out to work, but there are many houses in the village, and there is no shortage of places to live.

But for Li Shixin's sudden suspension of filming "Joker" and returning to China with the filming team, he rushed to this place where nothing shit happens for seven days without a break, a group of young people in the filming team complained quite a bit.

The filming of "Joker" can be said to have assembled the best personnel of Huaqi Film and Television Company.

Most of them crossed the ocean to participate in film shooting, not for money.

You know, being able to participate in the filming of a major Hollywood production is a dream opportunity for many people.

What's more, the film "Joker" is very likely to hit the Oscars in the eyes of many people.

Everyone has selfishness.

Now Li Shixin suddenly ruined this opportunity for an inexplicable old man, and many people have been overwhelmed by negative emotions to the extreme.

That is Li Shixin, if it were another director, someone would have taken the lead in the rebellion.

But in fact, the pressure, Li Shixin's pressure, is the greatest among everyone.

In the yard of Amei Zhao's house.

"Little Paozi, it's not that grandma is trying to get close to you. You look like an old friend of mine."

"Ah, haha. Yeah?"

Seeing the old man Zhao Amei holding the hand of Liu Feng's grandson, with a kind face all over her face, black lines appeared on the foreheads of all the old fans.

Seven full days.

The old man chattered here and there, and made a lot of homework. But on the topic, he didn't say a word!

However, Li Shixin still seems to be fascinated by ghosts, as if he has taken root here and will not leave.

Facing Zhao Amei, an old man in her nineties who could even be Mr. Liu Feng's aunt, everyone was forced to scold her. I can only be patient, carry water and sweep the courtyard for the elderly every day, and become a filial son and grandson.

Looking at Zhao Amei, who was holding Liu Feng's grandson by the hand and chatting homely in the yard, Zhao Jinzhi sighed helplessly.

After turning off the phone, she sat next to Li Shixin who was playing with ants.

"Brother, the crew suddenly stopped filming, and the news of your return to China has already spread."

"oh?"

Li Shixin, who was carrying a stick, raised his head and blinked his eyes.

"What do you say?"

Shaking her head with a wry smile, Zhao Jinzhi buried her face in her knees and snatched the stick from Li Shixin's hand.

"Everything can be said. Some say that your old illness has relapsed, and you have to go back to China for emergency medical treatment because you are unable to continue filming. Some say that you have a quarrel with the company and go on strike to demonstrate. Some say that Huaqi's funds are broken and cannot support the filming of "Joker" Yes, I have let the company's public relations control the comments. But these are sidelines, the key is that you should explain it to the public, and don't let those unscrupulous media use the traffic to talk nonsense."

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Hearing Zhao Jinzhi's thoughts, Li Shixin could only smile wryly.

explain?

how to explain?

Things have developed up to now, and I am still wondering.

Tell the public; Ah, the old man received a letter, and the person who wrote the letter may be the last comfort woman in China. In the letter, she invited me to come over and make a movie for her, and then the old man stopped filming "Joker" and returned to China overnight. After I came back, I found the person who wrote the letter, and found that she didn't match the one described in the letter?

This plot is too Nima dreamy!

Who can believe it?

"hehe!"

Seeing Li Shixin's face turned into a bitter gourd, Xu Ge, who had returned to China yesterday, snorted and laughed.

For Li Shixin's suspension of the filming of "Joker", the world's No. 4 son has the most resentment.

"Godfather, do you know what you're called? You're called Cheng Yaojin, a hero—you're right!"

"well?"

Hearing Xu Ge's ridicule, Li Juan, who was covering his head with a towel from the sun, was not happy.

"Stinky boy, how do you talk to your godfather?"

"How do I talk? That's how I talk!"

Li Juan, who was good at flattering before, didn't deal with it. Xu Ge, who was full of anger, finally found an outlet.

"You fucking sit in an office every day in China. There are five people and six people who can talk lightly. My mother has been busy with this drama for half a year. I begged my grandpa to tell my grandma to prepare for the filming. I was so useless abroad. How much? As a result, it’s all a mess for a thing that doesn’t even have a door. It’s full of anger, why don’t you let me talk about it?”

"Xu Ge, I think you don't want to hang out in the company anymore. Who are you talking about!"

"I really don't want to be in the company anymore! Stop pretending to be a leader with me, fuck you!"

"Fuck! It depends on how many kung fu you know? Come on, come on, try to push me again!"

"Try and try! Come, come, come out, I can't touch this piece of old man's ginseng, come outside and see if I don't beat you, I don't even know my mother, I'm so good at it Bai Lian!"

"enough!"

Li Shixin slapped his thigh when he saw that his two godsons wanted to engage in martial arts.

"If you are angry, get out and send me home! If you don't want to stay here, get out!"

Seeing that Li Shixin was really angry, Xu Ge put down his fist embarrassingly.

Amidst the embarrassment and silence, in the middle of the yard, Zhao Amei pursed her dry lips, and staggered to hold on to the walking stick.

On the side, seeing the old man about to get up, Liu Feng's grandson quickly helped him up.

"Mr. Li, you come with me."

After waving to Li Shixin, the old man staggered towards the house.

Looking at Zhao Jinzhi, Li Shixin quickly got up and followed.

In the dilapidated and low main room, Li Shixin and Liu Feng's grandson helped the old man to the rattan chair and sat down.

"Grandma, what's the matter?"

Patting the back of Li Shixin's hand, the old lady lowered her eyelids.

"It's not wrong that my name is Zhao Amei. But before I was nineteen years old, my name was Zhou Qingru."

Well?

Li Shixin blinked when he heard the old man's narration that was too slow, and every word seemed to be filled with lead.

"Then Grandma, why did you change your name later?"

"Because... if I don't change my name, my family will not be able to survive Ke."

The wrinkles on the old man's face trembled, and his cloudy eyes were stained with tears.

"In the fifteenth year of the Republic of China, I was born in Nanjing. My father was a professor of Sinology at Jinling University at that time. When I was born, he was already in his forties. He was very happy when he was old and had a daughter. I searched a whole lot in the poems. It took ten days to decide on a name for me."

"It's that Ming Dynasty poet who wrote Hanhe."

Speaking of the past, the old man's memory is not enough.

"Han He Shi Sheng Yun, Ru Meigui cool?"

On the side, Liu Feng's grandson thought about it, and said tentatively.

"That's right, that's the poem. Containing harmonious and suitable rhymes, it is beautiful and precious and cool."

The old man patted his walking stick happily, and repeated the poem he had forgotten.

"This poem is about bamboo fungus. He compares himself to bamboo. I hope that I am the white fungus growing under the bamboo. Under his integrity, I will grow pure and clean."

Speaking of his real name, the old man's cloudy eyes were a bit complicated.

"What a good name. If a name can determine a person's life, how good it must be."

Shaking her head mockingly, Zhao Amei looked at Li Shixin.

"I'm sorry to trouble you these days. I can see that you're having a hard time. Bring that box over here, and let's get started."

Facing the old man's resolute gaze, Li Shixin nodded.