Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 349 Follow Me
Northwestern Memorial Hospital, Chicago.

This general hospital, founded in 1865, has top-notch medical resources in the Greater Chicago area.

Just two hours after the incident, Zhang Chunru asked her husband to drive her to the scene at lightning speed.

In the office of brain science expert Dr. White, he was looking over and over again at the newly released brain CT scan.

"The vocal cord examination was normal, and there was no organic damage to the Broca area."

A "dong dong" knock sounded on the door.

Zhang Chunru pushed the door open without waiting for a response and gave White, whom she knew well, a slightly apologetic look.

"Xixi!" She couldn't help but hug Liu Yifei who turned around.

The tears suddenly turned into a downpour.

Xiao Liu forced a smile and wiped away her crystal tears with the tissue in his hand.

Under the cold light of the clinic, the little girl's pretty face still had a grayish-white tint, like over-washed rice paper.

There was a hint of blue under her unmade-up eyes, and the cracked lines on her lips showed the anxiety she had experienced in the past two hours.

Zhang Chunru calmed down a bit and asked, "How's the situation?"

The brain science expert looked at this Chinese friend helplessly: "Typical dissociative aphasia, language function inhibition caused by psychological trauma."

"You gradually lost your language ability under long-term high pressure, while she had an acute onset."

White analyzed: "According to what this lady said..."

He gestured to Liu Xiaoli and said, "The patient has experienced nearly three weeks of language interruption, which has led to a disruption in the body's information transmission pattern."

"In this process, forced self-suggestion will trigger compensatory disorders in the nervous conduction system. This is one aspect."

"In addition, today's stimulating scene caused the Broca area in her cerebral cortex to be inhibited due to inactivity, and perhaps also due to long-term psychological stress."

White spread his hands helplessly: "Iris, you should know about this."

Liu Xiaoli was so anxious that she was about to cry: "Doctor White, is there any suitable treatment plan now?"

The brain science expert pondered, "Given that the patient has no organic lesions and the Broca area hasn't been idle for long, psychological therapy is recommended as the primary approach."

"Through eye contact, hand gestures, and simple monosyllable vocalizations, we guided her to rebuild the balance between body information and language function."

"Also, try to avoid any contact with people or things that may irritate her in the short term to prevent secondary damage."

Xiao Liu tapped the table lightly and wrote on the paper: We can't stop, the movie will be completed in a month, there is no time left!
In her opinion, even if it is for post-production dubbing, the film must be completed first.

Otherwise, considering the long period of post-production and special effects time, it will undoubtedly disrupt everyone's preliminary preparations.

All publicity, film scheduling, and preparations for various media channels in China and the United States are aimed at bringing this Chinese version of "Schindler's List" to the international film scene on the occasion of the 70th anniversary.

How could it be that she failed me?!
She waved her hands anxiously, and her resolute expression made Liu Xiaoli and Zhang Chunru feel distressed.

It was difficult for her mother to persuade her, but Zhang Chunru was a woman of extremely strong character. She immediately said in an unprecedented stern voice: "If you don't stop now, we may never be able to shoot that scene!"

Concubine Liu Yi had never seen this lovely sister speak to her like this before, and she looked up at her with grievance.

Zhang Chunru's eyes were red as she held her pretty face and said, "I understand this kind of pain too well, Xixi, you have to stop."

"I don't want to see you taking antidepressants all year round like me, tormented by painful memories in your dreams at night."

"You're only 20 years old. As long as you get through this first, you can do more."

Xiao Liu bit the soft flesh inside his lips tightly, his eyelashes trembling like dandelion fluff in the wind, and stained with barely visible teardrops.

This is the role she has painstakingly prepared for a year!
To be fair, this movie carries too much hope, both for the living and the dead.

Personally, this is a role in which she truly captured the emotions, movements, details and performance logic of an excellent actor, even if it was achieved through clumsy imitation.

Concubine Liu Yi really didn't want it to end like this.

Zhang Chunru made a few more phone calls to her psychologist for some consultation, shook hands with White to express her gratitude, and left.

Before leaving, the brain science expert sympathetically advised: "Emotional recovery requires the momentum of emotional logic. You need to find the point where she is truly stimulated and provide targeted companionship and repair."

Zhang Chunru nodded silently. Liu Xiaoli had just come back from hanging up the phone.

Only Jing Tian, ​​who remained silent from beginning to end, seemed to be lost in thought.

The few of them did not return to their house in the Hyde Apartments in Chicago, but flew directly to Los Angeles.

Lu Kuan has asked Disney President Bob Iger to make an appointment for a consultation with a team of experts at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

He will also fly directly to California.

On the plane, Liu Yifei fell asleep in Liu Xiaoli's arms.

Liu Xiaoli pressed her daughter's sweaty head against her shoulder, and her 37-degree body temperature seeped through her silk shirt into the girl's cold neck.

The intense mental and psychological pressure, the painful and repressed emotional chaos, can be temporarily ended in the mother's arms.

Just like when I was a kid.

In the first-class cabin, Jing Tian's face was tangled, and she stammered softly, "Sister Chunru, Aunt Liu, actually Sister Xixi..."

Zhang Chunru and Liu Xiaoli both looked at her in surprise.

Da Tiantian glanced at the sleeping Liu Yifei and swallowed hard: "Actually, I think Sister Xixi saw that the painting was destroyed, so..."

"What painting?" Zhang Chunru wondered.

Liu Xiaoli smiled bitterly. "After the Fox incident last year, Xiaolu gave her an oil painting that he painted himself."

"Sissi treasures it very much and has kept it in her study."

The old mother seemed to be lost in thought, and whispered, "Actually, although those beasts' methods were despicable, we have been mentally prepared for the past six months."

"She even pulled out her phone to take photos as evidence, just to provide material for the final battle of public opinion."

Liu Xiaoli looked at her daughter in her arms and sighed, "It's hard to say, it's really just like what Tiantian said."

"It's all my fault..." Tears were swirling in Da Tiantian's eyes, and she pouted as if she was about to cry at any time.

"If I hadn't forced her to leave the University of Chicago, the bad guys wouldn't have had the opportunity to take advantage of her."

Liu Xiaoli patted her gently and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? It has nothing to do with you."

Zhang Chunru cautiously reached out her hand and smoothed the sweat-soaked hair on the sleeping Liu Yifei's forehead: "She suffered, and these sufferings should have been borne by me..."

"Chunru, why are you like Tiantian? Don't talk about these things." Liu Xiaoli looked at her with a smile.

"Being with someone like you gives Sissi a role model for her growth. You have given her a lot of female composure, confidence, and courage."

The old mother's eyes were firm: "People who do things will always encounter obstacles."

"Sissi's grandparents, including her father, are veteran revolutionaries. Our whole family supports her in playing this film and this role. We are very proud of her!"

As a mother, she is strong. Liu Xiaoli's career and marriage have experienced major changes, but she still tried her best to raise Concubine Liu Yi.

From Wuhan to New York, if it weren't for this kind of strength in my bones, I wouldn't have been able to make it this far.

In a sense, the tenacity and stubbornness in Xiao Liu's character, like her beauty, are innate maternal inheritance.
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The special plane for major foreign affairs coordinated by the Ministry of Commerce had a 12-hour journey from Beijing to Los Angeles.

In June, Los Angeles in the West 1th District was still in daylight saving time. Lu Kuan got off the plane with unconcealable fatigue. It was exactly p.m. local time.

Harvey had been waiting for him at the airport for half an hour. He picked up Boss Lu and A Fei and went straight to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

After the last experience in the Beverly Hills mansion, Lu Kuan gave him advice and pertinent exhortations under the guise of metaphysics, and the $45 billion acquisition battle for Netflix had just ceased.

It is hard to say whether Harvey has now gotten rid of his inherent Jewish greed and willingness to sell himself at a high price and has completely thrown himself into the "arms" of Boss Lu.

In other words, Harvey has never suffered a loss since cooperating with him. It has been nothing but a magical experience of enjoyment, which makes it difficult for him to have any strange thoughts.

This habitual submission and subordination led Lu Kuan to gradually hand over more peripheral affairs in North America to him for assistance.

For example, the previous recruitment of Mia, and this time the consultation with top experts in the United States at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

Boss Lu took a sip of water and said with a relaxed expression: "Who did it?"

For some reason, this casual and nonchalant question made Harvey hear a kind of cruelty that was restrained by forbearance before the volcano erupted.

"I asked a former Illinois senator for help and confirmed that it was a Japanese professor at the University of Chicago who hired someone to do it. He also lives in Hyde Park."

Without waiting for Boss Lu to ask, Jewish An Lushan continued, "I've consulted a lawyer. Given Crystal's current situation, it shouldn't be a problem to sue him for trespassing and threatening."

"How many years at most?"

"Up to five years."

Boss Lu tilted his head and smiled: "Less."

Harvey narrowed his eyes: "I'll try harder."

The crime of threatening is a felony in the United States and there is no corresponding crime in Chinese law. The only similar crimes are extortion and provoking trouble.

In 2023, a Chinese-American student at Cornell University in the United States made anti-Semitic remarks on an online forum and threatened to shoot Jewish people with an assault rifle. He was eventually sentenced to 21 months in prison and 3 years of supervised release.

This case is similar to the behavior of this Japanese professor with a beastly heart.

Harvey's so-called efforts are nothing more than using some shady means to frame or push him into some more serious charges from the professional perspective of American law.

For example, labeling it as racial or ethnic hatred will undoubtedly increase the severity of the final sentence and arouse the jury's vigilance and scrutiny.

After all, there are as many as 500 million Chinese people in the United States.

These are also important votes that legislators in each state have to fight for.

Boss Lu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Don't worry, Iron Man will never let you suffer any loss, regardless of anything else."

"Lu, I won't let you say that!" Harvey looked righteous and feigned anger at the young director. "We're friends, aren't we?"

"The Chinese and the Jews are the smartest and most outstanding people in the world, not to mention our relationship."

Boss Lu curled his lips and said, "Just take it as what you said from the bottom of your heart."

If it turns out not to be true later, I will always take out your heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys to verify your sincerity.

"Oh! By the way." Harvey asked with some confusion: "How does Crystal know Ao Guanhai?"

The young director was puzzled: "Who is this?"

"The former Illinois congressman is the friend I asked for help."

"He's currently a candidate for president and announced his candidacy for the Democratic Party a few months ago."

Boss Lu shook his head in confusion: "I don't know."

"But I heard from Crystal that she has a neighbor named Michelle, and the two families occasionally give each other food."

Harvey slapped his thigh and said, "That's right, Hyde Park is O's old home."

"Harvey, if you have time, please introduce me to this candidate. I want to thank him in person." Boss Lu said sincerely.

"No problem, he's a very good person." Jewish An Lushan leaned over and whispered, "We have a close relationship. I have two foundations that will be involved in the preparation of campaign funds."

"If you want..."

Boss Lu declined: "No, I don't want to. This is your business, Americans. I am just thanking him for his help on behalf of Concubine Liu Yi."

Harvey felt a little regretful.

If this Chinese director and future owner of Netflix can support Obama, he will obviously have an additional powerful campaign propaganda tool.

And Twitter—

As cunning as he was, he knew that this tweet was definitely related to the mysterious oriental director in front of him.

At least the identity of the Chinese investor behind Twitter, whom no one has ever seen, is very questionable.

It's just like that on the surface, no one can say anything.

After all, the situation now is not as tense as in the future trade war period. Lenovo acquired IBM's PC division only two years ago.

The political correctness of the "American Dream" also requires the authorities to maintain it with a stable governing style and program.

We cannot simply interfere with the increasingly popular Twitter just because a Chinese American is behind it. Instead, we should encourage him and promote him as a role model like Yahoo's Jerry Yang.

Harvey's Cadillac DTS was moving forward steadily, but Lu Kuan, who had his eyes closed to rest, was already lively in his heart.

How long Netflix and Twitter can be held in their hands depends on the ever-changing geopolitical situation and the relationship between the two countries.

To some extent, it also depends on whether this artist, who strives to establish himself as a “world citizen” in North America, can behave like a human being and how long he can keep up the pretense!

But Guan Hai actually has the opportunity to secure eight years of "Musk treatment" for himself in North America.

From the end of the Olympics until 2017.

With this in mind, regardless of his subsequent plans, Boss Lu decided to contact Paulson and set up a more secretive CDS fund.

Even if we do it, this secret political donation is really known only to heaven and earth, me, and you.

The luxury car drove into Cedars-Sinai Medical Center at 8700 Beverly Boulevard, which is only one kilometer away from Boss Lu’s mansion in Beverly Hills.

In other words, this top five medical institution in the United States originally served wealthy politicians in a wealthy area.

The two entered the VIP passage on the north side. In the corridor of the world's top medical center, even the smell of disinfectant was replaced by aromatherapy.

Walking through the rehabilitation garden of the Neuroscience Center, you can see rehabilitation therapists in light blue uniforms accompanying patients in gait training.

Nursing Director Amy was waiting in the corner, holding a medical record. "Mr. Weinstein, Mr. Lu, the Watson team is in consultation. You need to wait."

"Is it okay to take a look outside?"

"Of course, please."

Boss Lu stood outside the consultation room.

Through the soundproof glass, one can see Liu Yifei sitting sideways on the off-white fabric sofa, with her hair casually tied into a low ponytail and her loose hair curled into small circles behind her ears.

Her left hand unconsciously grabbed the hem of her sweater, twisting the fabric into radial folds.

Boss Lu unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. The central air conditioning maintained at 22 degrees seemed to be ineffective, causing a thin layer of sweat to form on the back of the young director's neck.

The consultation didn't seem to be going smoothly. Several gray-haired doctors of various races were constantly communicating with Liu Yifei, who was holding a pen and paper. The latter was clearly becoming increasingly impatient. Lu Kuan, standing outside the door, naturally couldn't hear what they were saying.

"Dissociative aphasia caused by inner conflict, emotional repression, and self-defense mechanisms, etc., is not a problem with White's diagnosis of Chicago Medical School."

Watson, the nation's top neurologist, turned to Liu Xiaoli and said, "Ma'am, normally, we would arrange targeted speech rehabilitation training."

"But considering Crystal's situation and the current state of public opinion, I think it would be best for you to recuperate in a relatively private environment."

"But like White, my advice is not to use any medication. It's best to stop working and let him recover naturally. After all, it's not a serious illness."

The moment the medical assistant stood up to adjust the projector, Liu Yifei, who was about to use more medicine to recover quickly, suddenly froze.

The completely black curtain suddenly became a mirror, reflecting the familiar figure in the corridor.

Even though she was tearing up and couldn't see clearly at the moment, and even though she didn't have the courage to contact him after the incident.

Because Liu Yifei knew that this movie was also his hard work, a masterpiece that he had painstakingly prepared since 2002.

After five years of hard work, all his plans might be disrupted because of my aphasia at the critical moment.

Without any hesitation, she stood up and walked out the door. Liu Xiaoli, Zhang Chunru, Jing Tian and others naturally saw the figure.

Some people can often give you this kind of spiritual strength, like a starlight from a distant lighthouse on a night ship, giving you trust and comfort.

Just like the wide road in front of Xiao Liu now.

With his suit jacket draped over his arm and his shirt cuffs casually rolled up to his elbows, he still looks calm and composed.

Without saying a word, just smiling at her like he did before leaving at the beginning of the month was enough to soothe the girl's complicated emotions.

"Lu..." Liu Yifei had just uttered half a syllable when it got stuck in her throat.

She obviously hasn't gotten used to or accepted the fact that she is speechless.

The previous deliberate silence and the current helplessness are two completely different feelings.

The little girl took out her cell phone, typed out three words, and handed it to him.

I am sorry.

Even though the man who has lived with her for two lifetimes has an iron heart, Lu Kuan can't help but feel his thoughts surging at this moment.

Don't use Xiao Liu's knife to kill me.

Boss Lu once again sensed something different in this girl who was considered a maverick in the entertainment industry.

To this day, what she cares most about is whether this film, which carries the hearts of countless living and deceased people, can be completed as planned.

The young director looked down at her, his sparkling eyes filled with tears, sparkling with self-blame and grievance.

With his true emotions revealed, he seemed to become a top actor in an instant, with the best eye acting.

Without saying a word, the Machiavellian was brought to his knees.

What else can I say? What else is there to say...

Lu Kuan lowered his eyes and head, his sword-like brows relaxed, his straight shoulders slightly bent, and he gently held her in his arms.

Her arms suddenly closed, and Liu Yifei's fingertips curled up to grab the back of his shirt, and she stood on tiptoe half an inch, and the strands of hair on her cheeks brushed against his slightly blue chin.

Her body stiffened for only a moment, and was immediately soothed by the warm breath coming from above her head.

What a long-lost tenderness.

Then her watery almond-shaped eyes burst into tears again, and the moment her warm palms touched the man's waist, the blush on the tips of her ears spread to the sides of her neck.

In the corridor of Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, the afternoon sunlight cuts across the silhouettes of young men and women having sex.

It illuminated the sparkling tears in her almond-shaped eyes and the slight sway of the silver button on his collar.

The breath turns into flowing clouds, and the arms gather destiny.

As their breaths intertwined, the young man and woman embraced each other in an extremely natural and harmonious manner, as if they had already practiced it in past and present lives.

What a pity...

A rather tactless Da Tiantian suddenly barged in: "Director Lu! You're finally here!"

"That garbage is so disgusting, you must..."

Boss Lu interrupted her unhappily, "Why are you here? Beijing Film Academy's summer vacation starts in June."

"I... I'll come to shoot a commercial." Jing Tian was still a little timid in front of the young director and answered in a mosquito-like voice.

Zhang Chunru and Liu Xiaoli quickly finished communicating with expert Watson and came out to greet him.

"What did the doctor say?"

Liu Xiaoli said helplessly: "It's the same thing. They just said that they were under a lot of mental stress recently, and suddenly had a convulsion and some dissociative aphasia."

"It is not recommended to take any medication. Rest peacefully, stay away from allergens, and focus on psychological healing."

Lu Kuan nodded. White from the University of Chicago was the psychiatrist he had found a long time ago, and he had learned the details when he got off the plane.

"Let's talk about it after we go back first."

It was almost four o'clock when the group returned to Beverly Hills. While Xiao Liu was going back to his room to change clothes, Liu Xiaoli and Zhang Chunru both stopped Lu Kuan.

"Xiaolu, this movie..."

"Why are we still talking about movies?" Boss Lu laughed. "Let her relax a bit first. Then I'll see if there are any other top American psychology experts."

Zhang Chunru and the other girl felt relieved after hearing what he said.

Especially the old mother, she was a little worried about the man's strong will and fierce methods.

Business tycoons like this are always cruel to themselves and even crueler to others.

Apart from direct purpose and interests, other factors have never been taken into consideration.

Liu Xiaoli nodded with relief, and watched Liu Yifei change her clothes and go downstairs. She used the excuse of preparing dinner with Zhang Chunru and took the cute Jing Tian away.

The long-lost tenderness brought some comfort to Concubine Liu Yi, but facing the helplessness of reality, how could she let it go easily?

That nightmarish scene always comes back to me in my dreams at midnight and cannot be shaken off.

Xiao Liu gestured to him with his cell phone.

What about movies?

Boss Lu looked at her with a smile: "Let's talk about it later."

"I just received a notice that the Foreign Affairs Committee and the Ministry of Justice will schedule hearings on the Netflix and Marvel acquisitions this week. We have to get through this first."

The young director breathed a sigh of relief: "Every difficulty will be overcome, it's no big deal."

I'm too fragile, I'm sorry.

Liu Yifei was typing on the keyboard again with tears in her eyes. She had completely entered a vicious psychological cycle.

I blamed myself for making my condition worse, not being able to recover in time to finish filming the movie, and I continued to blame myself...

It was a nightmare that kept replaying and would continue to torment her.

The road is wide, but my heart can't stop sinking.

Ever since his outburst and roar at the Olympic Building, his brows seemed to have never relaxed.

Since Liu Yifei started preparing for this role last year and entered into a deep experience, everyone has been paying attention to her mental health.

Whenever one of her feet sank into the mud of bloody history, no matter whether it was Liu Xiaoli, Lu Kuan, Zhang Chunru, or even Jing Tian, ​​they would always spare no effort to drag her away from the cliff.

However, the accumulated mental and psychological pressure over the past year, coupled with her deep experience of this role, is tantamount to wandering in those unspeakable years from beginning to end.

This kind of movie will make the audience cry bitterly.

What's more, she is acting, integrating and feeling it herself.

Without hesitation, he threw himself into the bustling and desperate Jinling in 1937.

Unfortunately, after briefly escaping Lu Kuan's sight, as public opinion in North America intensified, an evil incident was triggered, hitting Concubine Liu Yi right between the eyebrows.

Boss Lu is not a psychology expert or a psychiatrist, but he still needs to let her break away from this role before there is a chance for improvement.

Even for himself, such an extremely heavy historical film often makes him feel like a mountain pressing down on him and making him breathless.

Even the tough and strong Zhang Chunru could not escape the despair in her previous life that the whole world would bleed as soon as she closed her eyes.

What's more, it's her?

How to save her?

The young director said in a deep voice, "You haven't wronged anyone, whether they are living or dead."

"If you say that in order to make a movie like this, or do something like this, you have to sacrifice someone's physical and mental health, it doesn't make sense."

"Just like Sister Chunru wrote a book, using this film to comfort the 300,000 compatriots who died 70 years ago is our original intention and great vision."

"But no matter how noble the vision and the cause, it cannot come at the expense of one person."

"I think this is also what our ancestors did not want to see."

"In my heart, there is no difference between you and this film, this great cause."

“They are important, and you are important too.”

Lu Kuan looked at Liu Yifei, whose eyes were already filled with tears, sitting across from him on the sofa, and he didn't know how much effect his words would have.

But Zhang Chunru, who had just walked out of the kitchen, quickly rushed to the sofa.

"Xixi, Xiaolu is right."

Once upon a time, Zhang Chunru, who never shed tears in front of the Japanese ambassador to the United States and right-wing scum, now has to cover her face and is beyond help.

She squatted beside Liu Yifei, held the little girl's hand tightly, and cried about her self-blame for what she felt on the plane.

"Since I met you, I have become more cheerful day by day, but you have become more silent day by day."

"My mother saw you on TV and told me that you were just like another me..."

Zhang Chunru was already choking up and unable to speak. "This scares me. I'm really afraid this is a curse. You've suffered so much for me, but you should have been a carefree girl..."

Concubine Liu Yi kept shaking her head, leaned over and hugged her, and their warm cheeks conveyed warmth and strength to each other.

She was crying like rain, and she only regretted that she could not speak out the words to express her gratitude and emotion.

At this moment, perhaps only the breadth of one's life in two lifetimes can make one feel more inexplicably moved?
It has to be said that Zhang Chunru's self-blame and heartache towards Xiao Liu are, in a sense, inevitable in this life.

And he himself is the driving force behind all this.

In 2002, a film like this continued Zhang Chunru's hope of life;
But at the same time, such a subject matter and his requirements for film quality objectively forced Liu Yifei to devote herself wholeheartedly in order to succeed in this role.

It also made her own acting career.

At that time, as a young director who played the fascist teacher in "Whiplash", he carefully looked after his fledgling female apprentice.

During this process, Zhang Chunru's mental pain gradually eased because she saw hope for the future.

But Liu Yifei inevitably sank into the role and the movie because she saw hope for the future——

The hope of taking a leap forward in my acting career.

Objectively speaking, it really looks like Xiao Liu shared the pain with her.

Zhang Chunru and Liu Yifei, two women with an age difference of nearly twenty years, this pair of young actress and legendary female writer;

With their elegant and tenacious souls, they shared the bitter wine of history and composed a glorious chapter of humanity.

And he, Lu Kuan, is the witness of all this.

Only he knew that this was a tragic story that had been tampered with by a time traveler.

I hope it can transform into the beauty of this life.

But he didn't have time to think too much now. Looking at the "big and small Zhang Chunru" crying in front of him, the young director knew that he had to withdraw from Liu Yifei 100%.

"Starting tomorrow, Xiao Liu will follow me."

Concubine Liu Yi looked up with tears in her eyes.

Boss Lu pretended to be relaxed: "I need to prepare for the acquisition hearings with the Foreign Affairs Committee and the Ministry of Justice. Helping me organize the materials will be a diversion."

Liu Xiaoli also came over, wiping her eyes. She felt that the tears she had shed in the past two years were especially worthless. "It's good this way. I'm bored at home alone, and I'm bound to start thinking about random things again."

Today, the old mother is completely confident in this young director.

Faced with her daughter's current situation, if there is still someone who can find a way to solve it, Liu Xiaoli would rather believe it is him.

He always has a way, no matter what it is.

Just like last year at the bottom of the Fox TV station.

In any case, Concubine Liu Yi, who had been in a precarious situation for the past two days, finally found her spiritual harbor, which temporarily saved her small boat from the danger of capsizing.

In the courtyard late at night, a man who couldn't fall asleep was slumped in a wicker chair, with a few cigarette butts stuck in the bluestone ashtray beside him.

The garden lights cast mottled shadows of the trees on the slightly wrinkled shirt, which looked a little lonely under the caress of the night breeze.

A figure passed by the curtains of Concubine Liu Yi's room on the second floor, and then the lights went out.

Boss Lu's fingers holding the cigarette froze at his lips, the ash accumulated into long gray columns, and he stared at the window in silence.

Xiao Liu behind the window also sat upright on the edge of the bed, feeling the moonlight coming in through the curtains.

She held the phone in her hand, her thoughts shrouded in fog and she couldn't get rid of it. Her slender fingers were "hesitant to speak" on the keyboard.

Lu Kuan sighed deeply, crushed the last cigarette in the ashtray, and thought hard about how to pull her ashore.

The moonlight flowed over his brow bone, casting shadows on his eye sockets.

The reflection of the black window swayed in his pupils, as if swallowing up the starlight of the entire Beverly Hills.

(End of this chapter)