Extracting skills from movies

"The schedule is more packed than the Spring Festival travel train these days."

Du Sheng rubbed his temple and smiled bitterly, his cell phone vibrating on the table like a sieve.

Cui Yayi came in wearing stilettos, her skirt swinging:

"Boss, Warner..."

"Stop!"

Du Sheng made a pause gesture:
"Let me get to the point. My kidneys are fine but my brain is not good enough."

"Your third Chinese album, "Ordinary Road," received four nominations at the Asian Music Festival on February 2..."

"Push it."

Du Sheng reviewed the document without even looking up:
"I have to be a full-time dad at home during the Chinese New Year. Who can leave those pregnant ladies alone?"

Cui Yayi suppressed her laughter and continued to name the dishes:

"The celebration banquet for The Departed will be held at the State Guesthouse tomorrow night..."

"We have to go. The box office has reached 2.58 million US dollars. It would be unreasonable not to give face to the investors."

Du Sheng suddenly looked up:

"Wait, 2.58? Wasn't it 2.3 last week?"

"The North American box office has exploded again. Leonardo DiCaprio mentioned you on a talk show last week, saying that this was the most enjoyable action scene he had ever had in his film career."

Cui Yayi scratches the tablet:
"Now overseas forums are all digging up the church explosion scene, saying it's more exciting than The Rock."

Du Sheng sneered:

"Leo should be selling insurance with his talk."

"Drama invitation..."

"Just decline. I've seen enough of people pretending to be nice lately."

"Cheng Kaige wants to sue Hu Ge for "A Murder Caused by a Bun" and also says that our streaming media..."

"Let the Ministry of Justice handle it. Just say I was feeding penguins in Antarctica."

"Hong Kong Golden Melody Awards..."

"Let Girls' Generation figure it out. If Zhang Baizhi asks, just tell her I'm growing potatoes on Mars. If she doesn't work harder, the baby in her belly will die."

Cui Yayi burst out laughing, and suddenly leaned down in front of Du Sheng's knees, looking at him with her watery eyes:
"Boss, the Spring Festival Gala called again..."

"Secretary Cui."

Du Sheng flicked her forehead with his finger:

"Did you water the cactus I asked you to raise last time?"

A knock at the door rescued the girl.

Liu Yifei poked her head in. She had a sapphire brooch on the collar of her white shirt, and the hem of her hip skirt barely covered her knees:
"cousin!"

This girl specially wore an OL commuting outfit today.
The white shirt is tucked into the hip skirt, and the legs and feet are matched with black stockings and pointed leather shoes. When she walks, her legs are straight and the skirt is fluttering in the wind.

The youthfulness of her guest appearance as a 'newcomer in the workplace' is still hidden in her eyebrows and eyes. Even the smoky makeup can't cover up her sweetness. The three parts of youthful sweetness mixed in the smoky makeup is awkwardly endearing.

"Lock the door."

Du Sheng raised his chin towards Cui Yayi.

The secretary stuck out her tongue and closed the door. Liu Yifei had already rubbed onto the sofa, and her feet wrapped in black stockings rested on Du Sheng's thighs:
"It's so cold~"

"Little poop spirit."

Du Sheng rubbed her instep and sneered:
"Wearing stockings in minus two degrees, do you really think you are made of iron?"

He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the warmth in his palms:
"With the heating on so high, my feet are quite honest."

Liu Yifei curled her toes playfully, and suddenly someone hugged her waist from behind.

Cui Yayi put her chin on her shoulder:

"Boss Du, this witch should be put in solitary confinement. I'd like to apply to be her cellmate!"

"Help~"

Liu Yifei cooperated in the struggle, and the brooch flashed blue light under the light.

Du Sheng's Adam's apple moved and he reached out to unbutton her third button.

"and many more!"

Cui Yayi suddenly took out handcuffs:
"A new toy from the prop team, made of stainless steel!"

Du Sheng: “…”

This office play ended with Du Sheng being handcuffed to the back of a chair.

Cui Yayi sat on his legs and painted his nails, while Liu Yifei held up her phone to record the video:

"Say 'I'm the boss'!"

“I’m the boss.”

Du Sheng's face darkened.

"louder!"

"I'm the boss!"

The video appeared in the girls’ family group that night, with the caption:

Behind the scenes of Mr. Du’s new drama “The Domineering President’s Office Secrets”.

……

On the night of the celebration banquet, the company building was brightly lit.

Fan Bingbing entered the venue holding Du Sheng's arm. Her black dress made her look like a swan.
Liu Shishi followed behind with her bag, and was suddenly stopped when she passed the media area:
"Director Du! I heard you're going to make a movie called The Expendables, like First Blood?"

Du Sheng took the microphone:

"Yes, give the tough guys some masculine scenes."

"I heard the prototype is a special forces unit?"

"The prototype is the Jiaolong Commando."

Du Sheng suddenly said mysteriously:
“Do you know why we chose this place?
It's nothing, this place was a military academy back then, it has good feng shui!"

The flashbulbs flashed in a sea of ​​light.

Li Yixin was eating melon seeds in the corner, watching Du Sheng being fed wine by Fan Bingbing, and thought that if this man went into politics, he would definitely be a spokesperson.

……

On the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, Du Sheng followed Zhong Zhen back to her parents' home.

The Zhong family lives in a courtyard house in the alley, and there is still snow on the stone lions at the door.

Mr. Zhong opened the door in his Zhongshan suit. When he saw the Maotai and snack box in Du Sheng's hand, the corners of his mouth twitched:
"Xiao Du, last time you said you wanted to make a mainstream movie..."

"Don't worry, we will definitely promote positive energy!"

When Du Sheng put the gift on the coffee table, Zhong Zhen had already come out with a tea tray, with the scent of jasmine wafting from the celadon cup.

"My girl is pregnant, are you planning on setting up a table for the wedding?"

Mr. Zhong suddenly asked.

Du Sheng had some plans in mind, and said calmly:

"I have some ideas, but it depends on the situation."

You can set up the table, but you don’t necessarily have to get the marriage certificate.

Dad Zhong adjusted his glasses and Zhong Zhen stepped on his foot under the table.

She knew that this man had no intention of getting married in the country.
Even if they really want to get married, they will most likely choose open and inclusive places such as Qatar and Morocco.

……

It is more lively when visiting Tang Yan’s house on the fourth day of the New Year.

When Tang's father saw Du Sheng carrying two boxes of Moutai, his voice shook the chandelier:
"Xiao Du! I heard you know Kung Fu?"

"Know a little bit about it."

Du Sheng was forced to drink three bowls of rice wine, while Tang Yan tried to hold back his laughter beside him.

Her father also learned in a boxing gym when he was young, and he found a qigong master.

"Come on!"

Dad Tang rolled up his sleeves.

Du Sheng had no choice but to practice Bajiquan in the living room, while Tang Yan held up his mobile phone to record the video:

"Dad, does Brother Sheng look like Li Xiaolong when he punches?"

"Like! Even more energetic than Zhen Zidan!"

……

The most troublesome one is Gao Yuanyuan's family.

Not long ago, her mother learned that her daughter was pregnant and was overjoyed.

In other words, it means that her daughter should rest and take care of her pregnancy and not film any more movies within a year.

After all, her daughter had always said that she didn't want to get married or have children, and she had tried her best but failed to change her mind. Now that she suddenly has a baby, it would be strange for her not to be nervous.

Not to mention, the man chosen was several times better than the previous director and was satisfactory in every aspect.

There was just one thing that made Gao's mother, with her head full of white hair, sigh a little.

She held Du Sheng's hand tightly and refused to let go:
"It's time to focus. Yuanyuan can wait, but we can't..."

Du Sheng wiped the cold sweat off his forehead as he looked at the wedding photos. Hanging on the wall was a huge poster of Gao Yuanyuan trying on a wedding dress.

The future mother-in-law suddenly took out a red cloth bag:
"A family heirloom, a jade bracelet from the Qing Dynasty, Yuanyuan's grandmother's dowry..." "Auntie, this is too valuable..."

"Take it! Otherwise you'll really make me 80 grandchildren!"

Du Sheng ran out of the house as if escaping, and when he returned to the company he ran into Jia Jingwen.

This girl was more direct and slapped the ultrasound report on the table:

"Ah Sheng, I'm pregnant too."

Du Sheng stared at the blurry image and sighed:
"Ms. Jia, with the size of your gestational sac, do you need to hold a full-month banquet at the end of the year?"

……

Fan Bingbing's home is the warmest.

Her father was wearing a military uniform. When he saw the special Maotai that Du Sheng brought, his eyes narrowed:

"Xiao Du, I heard you had experience in the army?"

"I guess so. In order to film the "The Man from Nowhere" series, I trained with the Jiaolong Commando for a while."

Du Sheng was looking at old photos with the old man, and suddenly pointed at a yellowed group photo:

"Who is this……"

"Your father's old comrade!"

The old man slapped his thigh:
“Back then, we all ate from the same pot!”

Du Sheng looked at the young people arm in arm in the photo, and suddenly felt that fate was something damn magical.

……

This year was more tiring than filming "The Great Escape".

On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Du Sheng was pressed on a massage chair by five women. Ye Jingzhi massaged his shoulders, Tong Liya massaged his legs, Yang Mi fed him grapes, Zhong Zhen handed him documents, and Cui Yayi held a mirror:

"Boss, you have dark circles under your eyes. You should use the new eye cream from 'Times Skincare'!"

"Where are the dark circles? I'm just wearing new makeup."

Du Sheng held a grape in his mouth and said incoherently:
"I distributed the script of The Grandmaster this afternoon and we are preparing to start filming next month.

There are also the two dramas "Scarlet Heart" and "My Love from the Star", and the preparation of the movie "Lost on Journey" has to be put on the agenda..."

"Won't you take a break?"

"I have to make time. I have to go to the Lighthouse to attend the Oscars later."

Du Sheng waved his hand and said:
"These days are like a war, we must strike while the iron is hot."

Fireworks exploded outside the window, making his eyes incredibly bright.

A new year and a new battlefield mean it’s time to embark on a new journey.

But before that, Du Sheng had to go to Shenzhen.

Last year, in order to facilitate Zhou Huimin's schedule, he bought a luxury house in Shenzhen for this girl.

Her mother would occasionally come to the mainland, not only to accompany her daughter, but also to travel and relax.

Especially after learning that her daughter wanted a child, Zhou's mother was overjoyed and moved directly to the mainland to live permanently.

After all, it took a lot of effort for my daughter to change her mind about having a DINK. She was in her seventies when she finally fulfilled her wish of having grandchildren, so it cannot be overemphasized.

In addition, I also wanted to ask Du Sheng's opinion regarding children, so I mentioned meeting after the New Year.

Du Sheng did not resist this.

After all, the girls have indeed reached the right age, and whether it is for the companionship of family or to implement the idea of ​​​​expanding children from their ancestors, these are inevitable.

Fortunately, Zhou's mother came from the era of having three wives and four concubines in Hong Kong, and she is not too stubborn about the concept of marriage. As long as her daughter is happy, it's fine.

So during this family dinner meeting, the two sides got along quite well.

Du Sheng leaned against an old rattan chair, his naked upper body covered with a thin layer of sweat.

The sunlight outside the window was like melted taffy, pouring through the gaps in the blinds onto his taut back muscles, making him look like a walking male hormone advertisement.

"Ah Sheng, don't move! These are the last three strokes!"

Zhou Huimin was wearing a floral apron stained with paint, the goose yellow headscarf on her head was tilted at an angle, and there was half-dried oil paint on the ends of her hair.

She tiptoed back and forth in front of the canvas, her nose almost poking at the wet color block.

This painting took a full six months to complete, which was longer than the filming period of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

Du Sheng had to fly out within three days of staying at home, and every time he just posed, he was urged to leave by his agent.

"Done!"

The watercolor pen was put back into the brush holder with a snap, and Zhou Huimin's face was full of joy.

The figure on the canvas seemed to come alive, with sword-like eyebrows slanting into the temples, trapezium muscles twisted like a coiled dragon, and even the scar on the waist was shining with water.

"Let me be healthy!"

Du Sheng jumped up, picked up the person and held him horizontally, occupying the rattan chair that still had body temperature.

Zhou Huimin struggled in his iron-like arms:

"It's so hot! The heating is on 28 degrees. Do you want to roast suckling pig?"

“This is called resource recycling.”

Du Sheng stuffed her cold hands into his abs as hand warmers, and rubbed his chin against the newly dyed chestnut highlights on her hair:

"If Xu Jinjiang saw your level, even old man Guan Shanyue's coffin wouldn't be able to hold you down!"

Du Sheng picked her up and placed her on his legs, with her apron strings hanging loosely around her waist.

Zhou Huimin's ears are red:
"Stop talking nonsense. Those top three female stars in Japan need eight layers of filters to draw their portraits."

"They are not even worthy of carrying your shoes."

Du Sheng suddenly bit her earlobe:

"But honey, you drew me so manly that I have to wear sunglasses when I go out. I'm afraid I'll be so handsome that I'll get stuck in traffic."

"narcissism!"

Zhou Huimin smiled and punched his chest, but felt a hand full of hard muscles:
"It clearly makes you look three years older."

"The third-year-old is also the most handsome guy in Asia."

"Be serious! This painting will be exhibited in the Hong Kong Art Biennale..."

"Do you like this painting, or do you like me?"

Du Sheng used his fingertips to unbutton her collar.

"I like both..."

Before Zhou Huimin could finish her words, her lips were blocked. Du Sheng kissed her fiercely, as if he wanted to crush all the longing for her after not seeing her for months between her lips and teeth.

Pencils fell from her hair and rolled into scattered stars on the Persian carpet.

When Zhou Huimin came to her senses, she had already fallen into the sofa.

Du Sheng leaned on his arm and looked at her, beads of sweat rolling down his Adam's apple into his collarbone.

"Would you like to give the painting a title?"

He suddenly ripped open the hem of his shirt, revealing the dragon tattoo on his waist:
"Just write 'The descendant of the Du family, who gave birth to a son, Guanyin'."

"Neuropathy!"

She punched his chest, but touched his hard abdominal muscles:
"I feel...unsafe today."

Du Sheng raised his eyebrows and swirled his fingertips around her hair:
"That's great. It saves you from always talking about wanting to be a DINK."

"Who said we should be DINKs?"

Zhou Huimin pulled his ear:

"I mean not ready yet!"

"what to prepare?"

He suddenly turned over and pressed her down, his knees rubbing against the inside of her thighs:

"Are you preparing to become a movie queen or to hold an art exhibition?

Xu Jinjiang became a father at the age of 40, you should also..."

"How can they be the same!"

Zhou Huimin was rubbed by him until her whole body was hot:
"Besides, having a baby is not like buying groceries..."

“It’s easier than buying groceries.”

Du Sheng bit her chin:

"Last month, Liu Jialing said she wanted a son, and Liang Chaowei was so scared that he bought a plane ticket overnight to go to London to feed pigeons.

We don't have this rule.

If you give birth to a son, I will teach him Baji, and if you give birth to a daughter, you can teach her watercolor, perfect!"

"Bah! You are so beautiful!"

Zhou Huimin pushed his chest, but felt something burning hot.

Du Sheng suddenly stopped laughing and traced her brow with his fingertips:

"Now that we've discussed family matters and finished painting, isn't it time to..."

Suddenly, a ferry whistle was heard outside the window, startling Zhou Huimin.

Du Sheng took the opportunity to attack the city. Gradually, the studio was filled with the sounds of cloth tearing and brushes rolling, which finally turned into a long cat's hum.

………(End of chapter)