The star is suspected of being mentally ill

Chapter 209 The Mantle Left by Xie Fu

Han Zhou returned to work.

This time, I can work slowly.

There are too many pieces of time this year, just take a break.

I also have some time to write something.

Han Zhou was planning to go to Shanghai, because there, "My Sassy Girl" starring Lu Jin and Shan Kou was about to start filming.

The director is Tan Ailin, and the assistant director is Chen Xiaoyong.

This movie is, in some ways, the best movie in the country.

Movies in the country are at the top of the box office list, and the number of main theme movies is more than that of China and the United States. These theme movies often do not respect historical facts, so of course they cannot be called good movies.

And the so-called large-scale themes they so-called dare to shoot, in fact, when viewed from a global perspective, there are too many, but they seem to dare to shoot in the environment of Bangguo itself.

Nothing special either.

The only redeeming thing is that the romance films before the bloody era are still very redeeming.

Anyway, Han Zhou's script was thrown out. With this framework and the characteristics of Tan Ailin, he should be able to handle the details of the story well.

It is estimated that the quality and fit are higher than those taken by Han Zhou himself.

However, when the phone was turned on, Han Zhou was going to take a look, even if he was visiting Fengchu.

Hanzhou tickets were all booked, and I was at the airport when I received a message.

What Han Sisheng sent was an address.

The address of a hospital.

Han Zhou was about to make a call, but the call came, so he answered in seconds: "Hello, fourth uncle."

Han Sisheng: "Come here."

"The address has been sent to you."

Han Zhou: "What's wrong with you, fourth uncle? Why are you in the hospital?"

Han Sisheng said in a deep voice, "It's not me, it's Xie Fu, hurry up."

Xie Fu...

Han Zhou hung up the phone, left the airport directly, and called Tan Ailin to say that he couldn't get there.

Tan Ailin heard what was going on: "I'm afraid I have to go back to Yanjing too."

The last time we met, Xie Fu was still in good health.

Although it was the Spring Festival.

As the only two surviving directors of the third generation, Han Sisheng and Xie Fu, whoever is gone, the remaining one will be the last one.

Xie Fu is older than Han Sisheng, but he hasn't reached the age of seven old and 80, right?

Aren't they going to make the third part of the founding trilogy?

When he came back to his senses, Han Zhou realized that something went wrong.

If Xie Fu is gone, then the right to shoot the main theme movie will basically be in the hands of the Beijing circle.

This time... it's going to be bad.

Or, at this time, force yourself to form a crew and start filming Wolf Warrior 2?

However, the bonus of the times that Wolf Warriors 2 has enjoyed is too great. If Wolf Warriors 2 is simply released at any time, the box office may be in the early 20 billion at most.

The problem is that the shooting of this movie will cost at least [-] million yuan.

In addition to the cost of publicity and distribution, it is impossible to make money from filming Wolf Warrior 2 now.

Could it be that you filmed Wolf Warrior 2 first, and waited for the time when any country in the world went to war to evacuate overseas Chinese?
But how do I get the military resources needed to shoot Wolf Warrior 2 now?

It's definitely not going to work.

Han Zhou felt very heavy.

On the one hand, Xie Fu is very kind to himself and takes good care of him.

At the beginning, Xie Fu was the assistant director of Kung Fu, and he gave Han Zhou a lot of advice.

And he also wanted to bring Xie Fu to participate in the filming of the main theme movie and take an important role.

On the other hand, if something happened to Xie Fu, the main theme would all be in the hands of the enemy.

The taxi driver had been glancing at Han Zhou since he picked him up.

Han Zhou's face was heavy, that's why he didn't talk like usual.

But he was really curious, asking, "Are you that star!?"

Han Zhou nodded: "Yes."

Brother: "Then rushing to the hospital from the departure gate of the airport, it's..."

Han Zhou: "Elder, I'm sick."

Brother: "Oh, it's true in this life. Judging by your appearance, the one in the hospital must be a senior in your entertainment industry."

"Earning so much money, getting sick is the same as ordinary people getting sick."

"Relax, our hospitals in Yanjing are of a high standard, and nothing will happen."

Han Zhou: "The elder is getting old and went to the hospital suddenly. I haven't figured out what the disease is, hey."

Brother: "Man, three disasters and six diseases can't be avoided, put it before us..."

My brother chatted with Han Zhou all the way, and Han Zhou felt a little better.

When he arrived at the hospital, Han Zhou immediately followed the text message to find him.

In the aisle, there are many people I don't know, and there are also many people I know.

Han Sisheng, who was wearing cloth shoes, propped his elbows on the wall, buried his head, and pulled his sweaty short crew cut with his right hand.

A few middle-aged women next to her seemed bewildered.

There are also a few middle-aged men, anxiously going back and forth.

Someone who knew Han Zhou whispered, "Mr. Han..."

Han Zhou interrupted by raising his hand, signaling not to say hello at this time.

Han Zhou stepped forward and walked behind Han Sisheng: "Uncle Si, what's the matter?"

Han Sisheng turned around and came back with sweat dripping from his forehead: "It's not easy for Xie to walk recently, and he accidentally fell down yesterday."

"But when the doctor examined it, it was found..."

"Advanced pancreatic cancer."

Pancreatic cancer? ! !
Han Zhou: "How could it... be late? Why is pancreatic cancer late?"

Han Sisheng leaned against the wall: "How do I know? The doctor said that when he got sick, the symptoms were actually very obvious, that is, he lost a lot of weight in a short period of time."

"But it is speculated that he happened to be in the Kung Fu crew when he got sick."

"So even his family thought he was too tired and thin."

Han Zhou remained silent.

Han Sisheng looked at Han Zhou and sighed, "It's not your fault. The doctor said that pancreatic cancer is usually discovered at a late stage."

"What was discovered in the early stage was basically discovered by physical examination and CT."

Han Zhou: "In the late stage...is it transferred?"

Han Sisheng didn't say a word, this needs to be said.

There is only one direction for pancreatic cancer to metastasize, and that is the liver.

Han Zhou looked in the direction of the operating room, not knowing what to say.

According to what Han Zhou usually saw in his mind, the remaining days of pancreatic cancer were calculated on a monthly or even daily basis.

Chemotherapy may make it worse.

In the early stage, the traditional Chinese medicine therapy has a great effect on the treatment of pancreatic cancer, but in the late stage, the effect is almost zero.

I just don't know how late this late period is.

We only met each other during the Spring Festival, and we also participated in the premiere of "Kung Fu". How could they disappear in the blink of an eye?

He's not old enough to be in his eighties or nineties, why is he like this all of a sudden.

Han Zhou had a headache.

Han Zhou remembered watching a movie about an athlete who suddenly found out that he had cancer.

With the encouragement of many people, the malignant tumor was removed, and it was discovered that it had metastasized not long after.

Then surgery, cutting, and chemotherapy.

However, it shifted again.

It ended up transferring to almost all the internal organs.

But after all, not everyone is an athlete, not everyone can survive until it is transferred to all internal organs, and not everyone can survive three major operations before saying goodbye to the world.

Director Xie, I'm afraid...

After a while, the doctor came out.

A group of people got up and surrounded the past.

Han Sisheng pushed everyone away and walked to the front.

Xie Fu's son was so anxious that he still supported Han Sisheng and looked at the doctor: "How is it?"

The doctor was silent for a second, and then said: "Generally speaking, pancreatic cancer is almost impossible to treat at an advanced stage, not to mention that it has metastasized to the lymph nodes of the whole body, and the patient is now..."

"My suggestion is to give up treatment, and do not perform surgery on fractures, which will add to the pain of the patient."

Xie Fu's daughter-in-law: "But let my dad continue to suffer like this? Doesn't it take a long time if the fracture is not treated?"

The doctor's expression is not very good-looking.

Han Sisheng: "Little Gu, just speak up."

Doctor: "Although the patient is not suitable for CT now, because the hospital records show that he has had two CT scans in the past four months, but based on the old CT scans and our clinical symptoms..."

"The patient has already experienced dizziness, dizziness, unclear speech, ambiguity, coughing up blood, and shortness of breath."

"Now it's transferred to the lungs, the head."

"so……"

Everyone stared at him.

The doctor had no choice but to say: "I checked and found that the patient had already had an examination a month ago, but the doctor suggested that he do a whole body CT, but he didn't agree, so I'm afraid the patient already knew about his body. The situation."

"you……"

There were too many people here, and the doctor didn't know what to say in front of his elder Han Sisheng.

"I've put him on the anesthesia machine to breathe. You should pay attention. After the medicine takes effect and the pain is not so painful, the patient may wake up once in three to twelve hours."

"But it's also possible..."

"Call everyone who should be called."

Xie Fu's eldest son grabbed his hand: "Just tell me, how long is it?"

Doctor: "Maybe three days, maybe two days, no more than five days."

"Depending on the patient's condition, coupled with our best equipment for life support, it should be able to persist for more than one day."

The doctor had no choice but to pat the back of Han Sisheng's hand: "Uncle Han, take care of yourself."

Take care, Han Sisheng's whole body softened immediately.

If it weren't for Han Zhou standing behind him with sharp eyesight and quick hands to scoop it up, Han Sisheng would have fallen straight down.

"Hey! Fourth Uncle! Fourth Uncle!"

The doctor hurriedly started to check the symptoms: "Everyone, step aside, give Uncle Han some room to breathe, and let him breathe!"

"Transfer to emergency room bed."

Han Zhou hurriedly called Han Jiaxin.

Then guard Han Sisheng.

After an hour or so, Han Sisheng woke up.

Han Jiaxin also arrived with Aunt Zheng.

Han Sisheng was very sad, and finally had no choice but to sigh: "Go and see Lao Xie, I'm fine."

Han Jiaxin also knew what happened to Xie Fu through Han Zhou's mouth, and now she is silent.

Han Zhou had only been favored by Xie Fu.

Han Jiaxin was raised by Xie Fu since childhood.

Seeing that Han Sisheng was stable, Aunt Zheng stayed here to guard, and Han Zhou and Han Jiaxin went to find Xie Fu.

Has now been transferred to the intensive care unit.

No one is allowed in the intensive care unit.

But where did the group of people disperse?

They are all on the outer corridor.

Life is true, things are impermanent.

Here, a group of simmering people finally spoke.

When Han Zhou came over, he saw Zhao Qigang immediately.

Zhao Qigang got up and looked at Han Zhou. He wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth again and sat down.

Jiang Peng next to him habitually smoked a cigarette.

The nurse hurried over: "Smoking is prohibited in the hospital."

Jiang Peng gave the nurse a hard look.

No one else dared to speak, Han Zhou looked coldly: "Give Dao Xie some virtue."

"The reporters must have known about such a big event, and they will rush over soon."

"When the time comes to see you smoking here and having conflicts with the hospital, it will all be blamed on Director Xie."

For the nurse, Jiang Peng felt that he didn't care about such a small person, and he didn't give a good face. But for Han Zhou, although he was an enemy, he was a person of the same level. Instead, Jiang Peng smiled lightly and put the cigarette back.

Han Zhou didn't give Jiang Peng a good face, but he was kind to the nurse: "We people are here, disturbing you, and causing you trouble."

The nurse shook her head: "It's okay, I'm used to it, it's understandable that the patient's family members and friends are in a bad mood."

Han Zhou didn't know what he could do here.

Han Jiaxin went over to talk to them.

Xie Fu's son and daughter, Han Zhou didn't know any of them, and couldn't go over to talk.

Speaking of which, during the Chinese New Year, I actually didn't visit Dao Xie's house, really...

Every New Year in the future, let's go to the elders' place, otherwise who knows next time...

Han Zhou caught sight of the stairs, walked over, and took out a cigarette as he walked.

Don't smoke in the aisle, but secretly smoke at the stairs.

Han Zhou, who entered the entertainment industry, is still inexperienced and doesn't know many seniors.

I only know these few, and today Dao Xie has come to the end of his life.

A lot of emotion.

At the stairway, Han Zhou lit a cigarette, sat on the ground, in a daze.

"Crack."

At the corner of the stairs, there is the sound of camera shutters, and even a flash.

Han Zhou narrowed his eyes and looked over.

Before they could respond, two men in suits came up from the lower level, took the camera away, took out the memory card, and threw the camera back: "Get lost."

The reporter frowned: "Which law does not allow taking pictures?!"

One of them in a black suit: "Do you know Fourth Master Han?"

The reporter shuddered.

The man in the black suit: "Journalists are banned from entering this hospital today, you can get out."

The tabloid reporter turned around and left.

Two people in black suits came up and saw Han Zhou here, they didn't speak, but went to stand at the entrance of the corridor.

They should be the security team of Huaying Group, who were specially called by Han Sisheng to prevent reporters from secretly taking pictures.

Han Sisheng wanted to give his old friend the last decency, and prevent him from being photographed and spread the pain of lying on the hospital bed.

Han Zhou was smoking when he heard a lot of movement in the corridor, so he dropped the cigarette butt, hurriedly got up, patted his pants, and walked to the corridor.

As soon as he entered the corridor, he saw everyone standing up and blocking the door leading to the ICU.

It stands to reason that ICU does not allow people to visit.

But now the patients are almost gone, the last chance to meet, but the nurse only let three people in.

To get more people in, one has to come out and change.

Xie Fu's daughter, youngest son, and an old lady went in.

Han Zhou had never met the old lady before, so he knew that it should be Xie Fu's wife, Mr. Chenghua, an old screenwriter who was born in an art troupe.

Han Zhou also walked among the crowd and found Han Jiaxin: "Are you awake?"

Han Jiaxin nodded.

After a long time, waves of people came in and came out again.

Chen Cai, the sixth-generation director, stood at the door: "Have the elders seen it?"

"Is it time for our senior brothers to meet the teacher?"

Xie Fu's daughter was walking out, looked at the crowd with red and swollen eyes, and said, "Han Zhou, Qiao Yushan, my dad wants to talk to you."

Chen Cai turned to look at Han Zhou.

Han Zhou didn't know him, but he did know Han Zhou.

Han Zhou didn't even know the other person.

When the other person came out, Han Zhou sized him up.

This man looks less than 30 years old, thin, a bit literary, with long hair past the ears.

When Han Zhou and Qiao Yushan went in, Chen Cai sighed, "Teacher, you don't want to see us?"

There is resentment in speaking.

Another one chimed in: "That's right, how can we feel sorry for the old man?"

Xie Fu's eldest son was in a bad mood at first. Hearing their nagging, he turned his head and said, "My dad said before that you are the only ones who eat shit from inside and outside, eat Huaguo's food, accept donations from foreign countries, and smear Huaguo. He doesn't want to see you again."

Chen Cai: "Senior Brother, I respectfully call you Senior Brother. If you are dissatisfied with me, you can talk about other things freely, but don't talk about this matter."

Xie Fu's eldest son turned his head away: "That is to say, this is an era of peace, and the country pampers you."

"Otherwise, I will sneak you into the barracks and shoot you for 10 minutes."

"Damn it."

Chen Cai is also a showman. There are so many colleagues present, and she smiled when she was scolded like this: "I don't know who is talking about it. Don't let me know who it is."

"Damn it for instigating the relationship between our seniors and brothers."

……

Han Zhou entered the ward, and seeing Director Xie's current appearance, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

I haven't seen each other since the Spring Festival, as if Dao Xie has grown older in the past few months.

Originally, Director Xie was about to retire soon, and the children around him had their own jobs, so others didn't notice that his health had suddenly deteriorated so much.

But Director Xie got up every day and looked in the mirror, probably a month or two earlier he knew he couldn't hold on.

Xie Fu raised his old and loose-skinned hand.

Qiao Anshan knelt directly at the head of the bed, holding Xie Fu's hand in both hands.

Xie Fu had a tube inserted in his nose, and his voice was very weak: "Qiao... Qiao, cough, ah, return."

Qiao Euanshan burst into tears and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine, you lie down."

"I'll play chess with you when you're better."

Xie Fu made a strange sound from his throat, and then intermittently said, "Okay...it's not good...you, you, don't be in...that...that...that broken...that broken theater, go...to make...a movie Come on, ah."

Qiao Euanshan lowered his head, his forehead resting on the edge of the bed, tears soaked the already wet sheets again.

Xie Fu: "You...just...too loose...tempered...cough cough cough cough cough cough cough..."

"I……"

Joe Eucalyptus was in a hurry, and hurriedly pressed the button.

The nurse was behind her, and stepped forward: "It's okay, it's okay, just tell me."

Only when Qiao Yushan saw the nurse was there did he feel relieved and continued to listen.

Xie Fu moved his eyes and looked at Han Zhou.

Han Zhou could probably see that Director Xie probably couldn't see where he was now, because he seemed to be looking this way, but he didn't stare at his face.

Stepping forward quickly: "Director Xie, I'm here."

Xie Fu breathed a sigh of relief: "This... this, you..."

Han Zhou: "Let me help him make a movie?"

Xie Fu clicked his chin slightly.

Han Zhou nodded solemnly: "Okay."

Han Zhou squatted down and smiled: "I was going to invite you to play Zhang Sanfeng in "Yitian", but now I may have to wait for you to raise him."

Xie Fu coughed a few times: "I, look at you... hey..."

As he spoke, he began to exhale deeply again, seemingly short of breath.

Xie Fu frowned, feeling very painful, before continuing: "Go and find the boss, he has something for... for you."

Han Zhou squatted on the bedside: "You have a good rest, we still have the third part of the founding trilogy to be filmed."

Xie Fu smiled: "Let... let Han Si... ah Si... shoot... go."

"I have to go."

"you you……"

Han Zhou nodded: "I understand, make a movie with the main theme."

Xie Fu was satisfied: "Just...see...you."

Behind the two of them, Xie Fu's daughter began to cry again, unable to cry anymore.

Xie Fu looked at Han Zhou: "You...you...you two...give it to me, give it to me..."

Qiao Euanshan was already crying stupidly: "What do you want?"

Han Zhou was not sure, and asked, "Carry the coffin?"

Satisfied, Xie Fu clicked his chin heavily: "Yes."

It seems that Director Xie regards himself and this Qiao Anshan as his descendants.

Xie Fu looked at his daughter confusedly: "Han Si...Si..."

Han Zhou: "Fourth Uncle passed out just now, and now he is awake. He is undergoing an examination in the emergency ward...he hasn't come yet."

Xie Fu coughed: "Then...then forget it...forget it."

"Ah, it's Shanshan... Shanshan... and Er Nazi...cough."

Han Zhou got up and took a deep breath: "Thank you, goodbye."

Qiao Euanshan burst into tears.

I saw Xie Fu's fingers pulling outwards, signaling for the two of them to go, go about your own business, go your own way, go.

People come and go in the ICU, which is not allowed to enter.

Han Zhou walked out of the ICU, raised his right hand, and slapped his forehead three times.

Then the thumbs and little fingers pinched the temples on both sides, and the palms rubbed the hair.

Going out, Han Zhou sighed.

The last time I saw Director Xie.

I just waited outside, and at ten o'clock, the nurse started rushing people away for the third time.

Han Zhou and the others had no choice but to leave.

Xie Fu's eldest son led everyone to eat.

Everyone did not refuse.

During the meal, Qiao Euanshan drank loudly and got very drunk.

Han Zhou remained silent and drank some.

Xie Fu's eldest son found Han Zhou: "Han Zhou, my sister said, the old man asked you to carry the coffin for him?"

Han Zhou nodded.

Xie Fu's eldest son: "Leave a phone number so we can get in touch."

"The old man has something for you. I'm free tomorrow. I'll get it for you."

At eight o'clock the next morning, Han Zhou received a message that Director Xie had left.

According to the specifications, Director Xie was still a serving soldier 20 years ago, and 40 years ago as a member of an art troupe, he participated in the front-line condolences to the Banana Country War and was injured. He has won three national medals and has huge social influence. , so it should be possible to arrange to enter Babaoshan.

Han Zhou wanted to join the funeral team, so he drove to Babaoshan where the mourning hall was arranged.

Here, Han Zhou received what Dao Xie left for him.

A set of diaries.

A photographic diary, to be precise.

Since Director Xie made his first movie business decades ago, he will write down everything he learned, every new lens used, every technology used, and every movie he watched and his impressions.

One write is 45 years.

45 years, so heavy.

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