Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 250

Beautiful people suffer, handsome people suffer, Zhen Jiecheng is very open-minded about this.

Even if he is overwhelmed by "troubles", he will not envy Ning Hao, who has been free from troubles all day after the release of "No Man's Land".

Who made him ugly?
In addition to discussing cooperation with Cai Yinong, Han Shanping also called to finalize the guest appearance in "Founding of a Republic".

As a tribute to the 60th anniversary, the first batch of actors were quickly confirmed after Zuo Shandiao and Huang Jianxin finalized the project: Zhen Jiecheng, Chen Kaige, Jiang Wen, Feng Xiaogang, Ge You
When people in the circle heard the news, they "took the initiative" to contact each other and "competed" to make guest appearances for free.

But these are just the obvious ones.

Privately, a rumor spread among the circle:

"If you don't come to act, I won't be able to schedule movies in the future."

If you fail to get elected it is a problem of ability; if you don’t run for election it is a problem of attitude!
We are all smart and we all know what's going on.

Is the theme "cake"? Yes and no!

It can add icing on the cake, but it can't help in times of trouble. To be realistic: it's best not to have any problems! If there are problems, it can't protect you at all!

In fact, Cheng Hao had participated in this movie in her previous life. But it is definitely not possible now, unless Han Shanping creates a pregnant woman role and lets Cheng Hao play it in her true colors.

Thinking of this, Zhen Jiecheng couldn't help but be stunned.

My thoughts drifted out of the capital and flew towards Qingdao.

What are you doing now, sister?
Is she playing games with her son? Or is she stroking her belly and anticipating the birth of her second child?
"Senior? Senior?"

Jing Tian stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Zhen Jiecheng several times.

"Don't dazzle me, you're disturbing me from thinking about girls!"

"Girl?" Jing Tian asked doubtfully.

"Wrong, it's sister!"

"That's what I told you! How could it be a girl?" Jing Tian sighed helplessly and pointed at the script of "Those Years". "Senior, you promised to give me some suggestions for revisions. You can't go back on your word."

"Yes, I did agree." Zhen Jiecheng nodded, "But only in the general direction, no specific details are possible!"

"Xixi has already told you, right? If you two complete this project, I will give you two a surprise."

"You can also treat it as a test, so don't bother looking for the person who wrote the test to get the answer."

Open the script.

"First, the lines are simple, even 'cheesy'."

"Second, the characters are simple. Apart from the male and female protagonists, the characterization of other group characters is not enough."

“Third, the story is simple. It’s not a problem if there is almost no major dramatic conflict from beginning to end. Even a plain story can be beautiful. But if there is no clear main plot, that’s a problem!”

"I can even split it into two parts, the first part: "Those Years, I Chased Girls" and the second part: "Those Years, I Lost Love."

"Tiantian, remember! The core of the movie is the story."

“It’s not that you can’t film a film full of broken memories, but obviously, you don’t have the ability to handle it.”

After a pause,
"Fourth, I just simply edited the original author's script, and I can clearly smell the flavor of MTV-style splicing of shots."

"How to correct the 'vulgarity', how to make the fragments coherent, how to enrich the content, how to make the theme clear."

"Tiantian, I'm looking forward to your answer!"

As he spoke, he opened the homework book and found Jingtian's homework.

"I am satisfied with your homework."

Jing Tian took the homework and opened it.

The red pen annotations written in a flamboyant style came into view:
"Well written! Keep focusing and keep working hard!"

A smile immediately blossomed across her eyes, and sweetness quickly filled her dimples.

The recognition from Zhen Jiecheng exploded with strong emotional value, surging on Jing Tian. The whole person felt light and fluttery, as if he was about to escape the gravity of the earth.

"By the way, that short film assignment you and Sissi shot was pretty good too!"

"But I have a small suggestion."

"Senior, please speak!" Jing Tian said quickly.

"Fuck! Do you have to find students from the Central Academy of Drama to make a short film?"

"Can you tone it down a bit? You're not even a director yet! You're still an undergraduate student in the acting department!"

"If you do this, others will just think that I've led you astray!"

"What will the school think of me then? What will the parrot in the message room think of me? What will your homeroom teacher, senior Wang Chunzi, think of me? Do I still want my reputation?"

Zhen Jiecheng covered his head.

"Next time I'll go to the Central Academy of Drama and trouble you. No, you! Can you use your brain a little more?"

"Don't shoot, just go into the village quietly, understand?"

"If I see such an obvious omission of "Chinese Academy of Drama" printed on a piece of letter paper again, don't blame me for immediately taking it to the Performance Department to spread the news and clear myself of suspicion as a whistleblower!"

Jing Tian: (｀ω)
The feng shui of Beijing Film Academy has become completely rotten.

Even these two contestants with extremely good acting skills are unwilling to go to the acting department. This is really out of line.

If this happened ten years later, it would have dominated the trending searches for many days at least!

#Jing Tian thinks that actors from Beijing Film Academy can’t act and don’t have the ability#
#Liu Yifei criticized the performance department for changing its leadership many times but never changing its principles.#
Zhen Jiecheng's scalp tingled whenever he thought of this scene:

Look, isn't it a sin? I brought it!
Fortunately, the winter vacation is around the corner and the end of the year is approaching. I can just teach a few more classes and then go away without being bothered by these two smart guys anymore.

It was still the same old familiar routine. Cheng Hao instructed his assistant to purchase the gifts and sort them into categories, and then asked Zhen Jiecheng to deliver them to their homes one by one.

After finishing all the work, take the flight to Qingdao.

When I returned home, the New Year atmosphere was already there.

The Year of the Ox is coming soon, and the blind box still in Cheng Hao’s belly is naturally a baby ox.

The treatment that Zhen Hao had enjoyed was also enjoyed by Lao Er. There were so many different cow elements that even Zhen Hao’s pants had one printed on them.

To use the words of the mother-in-law to her own mother: "The big cow feeds the small cow, and then recruits another cow."

"Mom, I want a daughter!" Zhen Jiecheng explained.

Unexpectedly, the mother-in-law waved her hand domineeringly.

"It's okay, just keep giving birth, it's only a matter of time!"

In this regard, Cheng Hao, who was standing by, not only did not object, but was eager to try it.

It is said that women who take care of children may suffer from depression, but Zhen Jiecheng has never seen irritability on Cheng Hao's face.

As soon as I open my eyes, I hear my baby's growth and death, and I never get tired of it. Although my daily life is roughly repetitive, it seems to be full of endless fun.

But is it really that interesting?
Zhen Jiecheng had only been in charge for a few days, and he found it boring and tedious just by lending a hand.

How about Cheng?

"Sister, let's not listen to mom." At night, Zhen Jiecheng held Cheng Hao in his arms. Smelling the familiar fragrance, he felt at ease. "It's not good to keep giving birth like this. You're like a reproductive tool, responsible only for carrying on the family line."

"I think it's great!" Cheng Hao shook his head. "Having more children will make things more lively! I'll be happy just thinking about having a bunch of babies around me calling me mom in the future!"

"What about yourself?"

"Give birth to a baby!"

"What happens after the baby is born?"

"Take care of the baby!"

"Fuck! What about me?" "Hehe, didn't you already give the answer yourself?" Cheng Hao arched her eyebrows, smiling slyly and innocently, "You fuck, otherwise how can I give birth to a baby?"

"Crack~"

Zhen Jie honestly couldn't help it, so he reached out and slapped Da'butt.

"Pain~"

Her eyes were bright and charming just now, but now they are watery again.

Cheng Hao pouted.
"You hit me, you are responsible."

“Rub it for me!”

The voice has begun to tremble and it seems that it is about to drop little golden beans.

Although he knew that this woman was acting, Zhen Jiecheng had no choice but to reach out his hand and rub it gently.

And Cheng Hao’s “grievance” also disappeared immediately.

Like a lazy cat, she lay comfortably in Zhen Jiecheng's arms.

"Sister, I have something serious to tell you."

"Everyone says I'm a talented student at Beijing Film Academy, but aren't you also a talented woman, sister?"

"You were not only the monitor and secretary of the Youth League when you were in the Central Academy of Drama, but you also hosted three programs on TV and radio in middle school. You also hosted almost all the activities in primary and secondary schools and even universities in Qingdao."

"Sister, you like performing, right?"

"Yeah." Cheng Hao replied softly.

"Sister, how about."

"No!" Cheng Hao shook his head and interrupted Zhen Jiecheng, "Mother Chang said that people have to make choices."

Holding Zhen Jiecheng's waist tightly, he buried his head deep in his chest.

"I have already made my choice. Give up the screen, or the stage of the screen. Take you, and the baby."

"There is no better trade-off in the world!"

Looked up,
"Jiecheng, I am very satisfied. I feel that I am the happiest and luckiest woman in the world."

Hearing this, Zhen Jiecheng fell silent.

After a while, he finally spoke again.

The vocal cords sound dry and hoarse, like chains that have not been used for a long time.

"Well, sister, I think Mr. Chang's previous suggestion is very good."

"After the second child is born, you can apply for the postgraduate entrance examination of the Central Academy of Drama. It's no use staying at home all the time."

"No, I want to have a third child!" Cheng Hao continued to shake his head.

"You can learn and give birth at the same time, there will be no delay!"

"Then I'll go?"

"Go ahead!" Zhen Jiecheng lowered his head and gave her a kiss. "Sister, you know me. In my professional field, I always keep my word."

"From the perspective of a director, I can tell you that your current level is definitely top-notch among the 80s generation! You can stay as a teacher after graduation, it's easy! It also happens to be a job related to acting, which can help relieve your boredom."

"Then I'll show those new generation idiots what the fucking acting is, what the fucking real talent is, and what the fucking charm of a popular person is!"

"So, are you fascinated by it?"

"Yeah!" Zhen Jiecheng said without hesitation, "Damn, you're killing me!"

Hearing this, Cheng Hao glanced at the crib and saw that his son was fast asleep. He immediately put his arms around Zhen Jiecheng's neck.

"So what are you waiting for? Come on!"

"Can?"

"Of course! It's been three months. As long as you are gentle, it will be fine!" Cheng Hao was suddenly stunned when he said that.

The image of Erbao being poured with water all over his face suddenly appeared in my mind, and I burst out laughing.
"Erbao can't speak anyway, so silence is the same as consent, isn't it?"

The noise in the bedroom finally stopped. After Zhen Jiecheng used tissues to deal with the first scene, he used a towel dipped in warm water to wipe Cheng Hao again, and then went to the bathroom to wash off the sticky stuff on his body.

Listening to the faint sound of water, Cheng Hao pursed his lips, afraid that he would laugh out loud if he was not careful.

Her willow-shaped eyebrows and phoenix eyes were filled with pride.

Clenched his fists and celebrated quietly:

"Mother Chang is so right! There is a huge difference between pleasing a man and making him feel distressed!"

Looking towards the bathroom, he raised his mouth.
"Humph~"

"Get it!"

The Kitchen God is worshipped on the Little New Year’s Day, and a thorough cleaning is done the next day.

Customs in the north and south are slightly different, but generally similar.

In fact, nowadays people no longer follow the customs. What is important is family reunion, and reunion is the New Year.

Twenty-five, make tofu.

My mother-in-law just bought a piece of tofu and that was it!

On the 26th, the New Year meat is roasted. On the 27th, the Nian Kun is killed. In a flash, it is New Year's Eve. Spring Festival couplets are posted, fireworks are lit, and after eating the New Year's Eve dinner, the whole family sits together to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

It is said that every year's Spring Festival Gala belongs to everyone, but the 09 Spring Festival Gala can be said to belong to only one person: Xiao Shen Yang!

Overnight, it became popular all over the country.

There was a saying circulating in Hong Kong in the 90s: You may be famous, but can you be more famous than Li Ming?

And little Shen Yang copied this sentence seriously, and even said better than him!
"No one can be more popular than the little Shen Yang in 09" has become the new expression and standard definition. Even Jielun, who promoted the nickname "Zhou San Shierlang" to thousands of households through "The Voice of China", has to admit defeat.

Looking at Xiao Shenyang and Zhao Benshan talking to each other.

"Yes, or no?"

"You can have this."

"This really doesn't exist."

Even though he had seen it many times in his previous life, Zhen Jiecheng still couldn't help laughing along with his family.

Of course, compared with classic works such as "The Protagonist and the Supporting Actor" and "Xiao Cui Says Things", it is still a level lower. In those sketches, Zhen Jiecheng can even connect every line completely.

"Wow~Jiecheng, his voice is so loud!" Cheng Hao exclaimed.

"Yes, it's very high!" Zhen Jiecheng nodded.

"Zhao Benshan is really amazing!" The father-in-law was full of praise, "Not only is he good at skits, but the TV series 'Marshal Ma' is also great!"

"Yes, Dad. The essence of the performance form is the same, and the core of skits and comedies is also the same." Zhen Jiecheng nodded. "So far, I still think that Returning to the Roots, starring Zhao Benshan, is the best road movie in China, no doubt about it."

"What about Xiao Shen Yang? What do you think of him?" Cheng Hao asked.

"Compared to his master's skills, it's still far behind."

“I can handle a supporting role, but I can’t carry a big show.”

Looking at the screen again, Zhen Jiecheng seemed to see the arrival of "Three Shots Surprise".

It’s all Jiang Wen’s fault. If he hadn’t fired three shots in “Let the Bullets Fly”, would there have been so many “surprises”?

How about joining in the fun?
Add one more surprise to 09?
Zhen Jiecheng, who had been idle for only a few days, suddenly felt itchy.

My mind is already in a dilemma, and now it’s a difficult choice between the original stick or the trickster!
(End of this chapter)