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

Chapter 91 Taking My Wife to the Victory Celebration Party (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
It was raining and windy last night,

The lingering fragrance still permeates the pillow.

Is the person rolling up the curtain going to ask?
But the crabapple blossoms remain the same.

Do you know, do you know?
We met again after parting, and I was even thinner.

— "Like a Dream: A Night of Fish and Dragon Dance"

Last night, Chen Fusheng had a dream in which he saw Li Qingzhao composing poetry.

Out of curiosity, I went over to take a look.

hey guess what?

He woke up.

I was woken up by my daughter sitting on my bottom.

Unfortunately, we can no longer see what poem Li Qingzhao wrote in her dream.

It is a pity.

"You naughty child, do you know you've disturbed your father's sweet dreams? You're being naughty, time for a spanking."

Chen Fusheng hugged his daughter and gently patted her bottom twice.

Having witnessed the whole process, Liu Xiaoli suppressed a laugh and explained on behalf of her daughter.

"She wanted to wake you up to play with her, but you didn't wake up for a long time. Then she helped you stand up, but she lost her balance and sat on your face."

Chen Fusheng was only pretending to be angry. After hearing his wife's explanation, he apologized to her for "spanking" their daughter earlier.

Seeing the father and daughter cuddling on the bed, Liu Xiaoli smiled and watched for a while before taking the dirty clothes her husband had brought back from his trip to the washing machine.

After a busy day, she returned to the bedroom and saw that her husband was still not up. She urged him, "Mom has already made breakfast. Hurry up and get up. Besides, didn't you say last night that you were going to a celebration party at your workplace this morning?"

"Oh, right, right, I almost forgot about that."

Chen Fusheng was so engrossed in the warm morning time with his child that he completely forgot about his work.

Only after his wife reminded him did he remember it again.

He quickly did a somersault and rolled out of bed.

When she turned around, she found that her daughter was also imitating her actions.

Clumsy yet adorable.

After playing with her for a while, Chen Fusheng finally went to wash up after being urged by his wife a second time.

"Mmm, it smells so good. Mom, your breakfast is the best."

When we sat down to eat breakfast, I first showered my mother-in-law with compliments.

However, it wasn't entirely an exaggeration; this hot, fragrant meal was indeed much better than the white food he had eaten in Cannes for the previous two weeks.

"Fusheng, what do you eat when you're abroad? France is a capitalist country, so the food should be better than back home."

"It's just that the ingredients are more varied, but the foreigners' cooking methods are too simple. They mainly eat cold food, such as raw vegetables, cold meat, bread, and cheese. Even some hot food is prepared in a very simple way, either boiled or fried. It's okay to eat it once or twice, but after eating it for a long time, I still miss our own stir-fries."

"Haha, as the ancients often said, 'One region's water and soil nurture its people.'" Seeing that her son-in-law had a good appetite, the mother-in-law continued, "Is that enough? If not, there's more in the kitchen."

"That's enough, that's enough. I have to go to the celebration party at work later, so I can't eat too much now. I need to save some room."

Speaking of the celebration party, family members are allowed to attend. Chen Fusheng had invited his mother-in-law last night, but she declined. Now that the topic has come up again, he invited her once more.

But the mother-in-law still refused.

"You can take Xiaoli with you, and Qianqian can stay at home. I'll take care of her for you."

Seeing that his mother-in-law's attitude remained firm, Chen Fusheng did not try to persuade her any further.

As for the daughter, she's too young to take with her, so it's definitely better to leave her at home since someone in the family can take care of her.

After finishing breakfast, Chen Fusheng waited for his wife to change her clothes, handed their daughter to her grandmother, and then went out.

On the way, the two were on a bus.

"Who led the team when you went to Hangzhou to receive the award?"

"Director Chen."

"Did Director Chen go?"

"Yes, I also met Mr. Xia Yan. He presented me with the award, and he had a very good impression of you." "I haven't met Mr. Xia yet. Last time, 'Bullfight' became popular because of his commentary article. I should thank him in person when I have the chance."

"I thanked you on your behalf on the awards stage that day, but it's perfectly reasonable for you to want to thank me in person."

"You actually thanked me on my behalf?"

"Hmm, you don't believe me?"

"I believe you, of course I believe you, my wife, you are my good helper."

If they weren't out in public, Chen Fusheng would have loved to kiss his wife.

Then he asked, "Who wrote your acceptance speech?"

"I wrote it myself."

"Oh, that's great."

"That's right." Liu Xiaoli recalled her performance that day and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth proudly in front of her husband.

"But my mom helped too."

"Still great!"

The couple chatted as they arrived at the entrance of the Film Bureau.

The car door opened, and Chen Fusheng and Liu Xiaoli got out.

When they entered the film bureau, every colleague they encountered had a smiling face.

It also carried a hint of curiosity and respect.

This was due to the impact of news spreading in the police station that they had sold "Andhadhun" for $673.5 million in Cannes.

"Come, come, Comrade Fusheng, and Fusheng's lover, the celebration party is just missing you two."

"I'm sorry, Director Chen, and everyone else, for keeping you waiting."

"Haha, we didn't have to wait long, everyone just arrived."

"Yes, yes, Comrade Fusheng, please take your loved one to a seat. There's a fruit platter on the table; help yourselves to whatever you'd like to eat."

The celebration was held in a large conference room that had been temporarily set up. Chen Fusheng and Liu Xiaoli were warmly received by the leaders even before they entered. After they went in, Han Sanping and others waved to them, indicating that the seats had been reserved for them in advance.

"Xiao Li, come here, sit here."

"Thank you, Sister Ling."

Liu Xiaoli didn't feel uncomfortable when she arrived at the scene, because she knew quite a few people there.

For example, Ling Zi, Gong Xue, and Han Sanping.

After Chen Fusheng and his group came in, the celebration party did not start immediately. Instead, they waited for a while until Secretary Ding and Secretary Zhu from the higher-level department arrived before the door was closed.

However, since the celebration was hosted by the Film Bureau, Director Chen and Deputy Director Shi presided over the meeting.

The two superiors were just there to show their support.

"Good morning, comrades. Today, we have gathered you all here with great excitement to hold a special celebration for our comrades who have returned triumphantly from the Cannes Film Festival. First of all, please allow me, on behalf of the Film Bureau, to extend my warmest congratulations to Comrade Chen Fusheng and Comrade Han Sanping for winning the Jury Prize at the Cannes International Film Festival, allowing Chinese stories to shine on the world stage. Secondly, I would also like to congratulate Comrade Shi Fangyu, Comrade Ling Zi, Comrade Gong Xue, and others for bringing you outstanding works and achieving remarkable results in copyright transactions, making a significant contribution to the international dissemination and industrial development of Chinese films."

"..."

After Director Chen opened the meeting, he also invited the two secretaries to the stage to say a few words. The next steps included honors and awards, and the participants sharing their personal experiences. Finally, the leaders gave a summary and took a group photo.

By the time the entire celebration party was over, the morning was over.

The lunch in the cafeteria was undoubtedly very plentiful.

Chen Fusheng burped after finishing his meal:
"This meal did not disappoint me."

"Do you have anything else to do this afternoon?" Liu Xiaoli asked.

"It should be alright now. Wait a bit, and if everything's fine, I'll go back with you this afternoon."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Director Chen's secretary came over, patted Chen Fusheng on the shoulder, and said to him, "Comrade Fusheng, don't rush off this afternoon. The leader wants to talk to you."

"Which leader, Director Chen?"

"more than."

Hearing this vague hint, Chen Fusheng looked puzzled but still smiled and nodded, "Okay, thank you, Secretary Jiang."

(End of this chapter)