1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 26 Fetal Movement
Linjiang Residential Area.

"Baby, your dad wrote a letter. Shall we read it together?"

Liu Xiaoli gently touched her slightly protruding belly, finished speaking softly, and was about to open the letter in her hand when she felt as if the little life inside her had heard her words and gave her a gentle kick.

Suddenly, Liu Xiaoli felt struck by a sudden surge of joy, and she felt dizzy.

But after a while, she felt that what she had just felt was an illusion, but she still couldn't help but excitedly say, "Baby, you were the one moving just now, you were the one kicking Mommy's belly, right?"

Yang Hongmei, who was carrying a plate of food, heard Liu Xiaoli's words. After placing the food on the table, she did some quick calculations and realized that her daughter-in-law was already five months pregnant. At this stage, fetal movement was normal, and some pregnant women could even feel it as early as four months.

It varies from person to person.

Of course, Yang Hongmei was also very happy, after all, Liu Xiaoli was carrying her grandson.

So she quickly wiped her hands and went over to share the surprise with her daughter-in-law. She also took the opportunity, as someone who had been through it, to explain to her daughter-in-law about fetal movement and some precautions for pregnant women during this period.

"By the way, what did Fusheng say in the letter?"

"Oh right, and a letter."

She was so excited that she seemed to have carelessly tossed the letter aside, but her mother-in-law reminded her, and Liu Xiaoli remembered it.

I quickly picked it up again, opened it, and looked at it once more.

This letter was the one Chen Fusheng wrote the night he got up for his audition, and it was also the first letter he sent home after leaving this place.

But this wasn't the first time he had let his family know he was safe; in fact, he had called home the day he arrived at Emei Film Studio.

"Mom, Sheng said in his letter that Emei Film Studio has already transferred the money to his bank account, and asked us to take our passbook to the bank to confirm whether the money has arrived."

“It’s too late today, the bank has already closed. Your dad and I will go with you tomorrow… or, if it’s inconvenient for you, your dad and I can go.”

“I’ll go too. I’ve never seen so much money before.” It wasn’t that Liu Xiaoli didn’t trust her parents-in-law; after all, they had paid several thousand yuan for the house. She just wanted to see the large sum of money in the bank account with her own eyes.

"Alright then, what else is there to say, Fusheng?"

"They also said that he is now not only the screenwriter of the production team, but also the male lead."

Just as Chen Fusheng had predicted, his wife couldn't imagine him acting, so she asked her mother-in-law, "Mom, can Sheng-ge act too?"

Yang Hongmei also looked puzzled.

"I've never seen him study acting since he was a child, and isn't the male lead in 'Cow' Niu Er? It doesn't suit him either. Is he going to play that cow?"

Liu Xiaoli knew, of course, that her mother-in-law was joking about her husband, but she still couldn't help but laugh.

The next day.

Accompanied by her parents-in-law, Liu Xiaoli went to the bank to check the account balance. After returning home, she picked up a pen and began writing a letter to Chen Fusheng.

The greeting begins as well.

Then he wrote:
"My parents went to the bank with me today to confirm, and the 6,000 yuan has arrived! But since you've sent all the money home, what are you going to do if you need the money over there?"

"Also, my parents took me to the hospital today for a checkup, and everything came back normal."

"I have another piece of good news to share with you, Sheng-ge. Yesterday, when I was opening the letter, I said to my belly, 'Daddy wrote a letter,' and guess what? It actually kicked me! Mom said it was fetal movement..."

"One last thing, *Northern Literature* magazine sent you a letter, which I checked. It says their magazine sales exceeded 30 copies last week, and many bookstores in the Beijing-Tianjin-Shanghai area have placed orders this week. They predict their magazine sales will see another surge, so they wrote this letter to thank you."

'I think I've become stupid. Why did I relay this? I could have just sent the letter to you directly!' Brother Sheng, you're not allowed to laugh when you see this.'

'Hmph, still laughing?'

Liu Xiaoli put down her pen, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips. ...

Emei Film Studio.

The crew of "Cow Fighting".

Today, the production team is designing costume photos for all the actors so that the costume and prop staff can customize clothes for them later.

Chen Fusheng's makeup and styling had been going on all morning, and the makeup artist had changed his outfits several times, but it still felt like something was missing.

"Comrade Fusheng, how do you feel this time?"

Chen Fusheng got up and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was fluffy and messy, his skin was sallow, and his old cotton-padded jacket was full of patches. He did fit the image of a poor farmer in that era, but he still couldn't immediately convey the feeling of a bookworm to the audience.

Han Sanping also came in and took a look, unable to say what was good or bad about it.

As people kept coming in, Chen Fusheng caught a glimpse of someone wearing glasses. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he had an epiphany.

"Comrade, give me your glasses."

The bespectacled man was still a bit confused, but Han Sanping immediately understood what Chen Fusheng meant, and he also felt that this was the right direction, so he took the bespectacled man's glasses and handed them to Chen Fusheng.

Chen Fusheng didn't stand on ceremony and took it, putting it on his face.

Instantly, the bookish air that he had always felt was lacking suddenly appeared.

Moreover, it wasn't just him who thought so; Han Sanping, the makeup artist, and the other comrades who came to watch the spectacle also felt that this time it was a success!

"it is good!"

Han Sanping led the applause, and then a burst of applause rang out in the crowded temporary dressing room.

After the applause stopped, Chen Fusheng took off his glasses and said:
"This prescription is a bit too strong. I started feeling dizzy after wearing it for only a short while."

As he spoke, he returned the glasses to their owner and asked gratefully, "Comrade, what's your prescription?"

"500 degrees."

"No wonder."

Now that it was confirmed that Chen Fusheng's role required a pair of glasses, Han Sanping didn't delay and immediately called over the props team to give the instructions:

"Go get me a pair of glasses, but they don't have a prescription."

Chen Fusheng added from the side, "You should get black-rimmed glasses, and choose a larger size for a better contrast."

"Listen to him," Han Sanping said to the props team.

After resolving the matter, Han Sanping breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed, "I never thought that the problem that had been bothering me all morning could be solved with just a pair of glasses."

"Who says otherwise? We should have thought of it a long time ago."

"This is a blind spot in thinking. Simply put, it means that your thinking is trapped by inertia and you need an external starting point to break through this limitation."

Han Sanping explained the phenomenon using his knowledge, then changed the subject, saying, "The filming starts next Wednesday, shouldn't you get to know your cow a bit beforehand?"

“Then I’ll go to ‘Stone Village’ to herd cattle tomorrow,” Chen Fusheng said.

He wasn't joking, because the role he was going to play this time was quite challenging. Even though Chen Fusheng was confident in his acting skills, he still needed to get into the right mindset beforehand.

The stone village he mentioned wasn't a real stone village; it was just a village the film crew had 'rented' from someone else, and they were building an outdoor set there.

(End of this chapter)