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On the afternoon of May 15, the final scene of "Si Teng" was filmed.

"Click."

Fu Yibai stood up from behind the monitor and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"I hereby announce that filming for 'Sito' has officially wrapped."

The courtyard was quiet for a moment, then applause and cheers erupted simultaneously.

Soon, the staff began dismantling the equipment.

The wrap party was held at a Bai ethnic minority private restaurant in the ancient city, and the crew booked the entire courtyard.

A dozen low tables were set up on the stone slabs in the courtyard. Steaming chicken in a clay pot was steaming hot, fried milk fan was golden and crispy, and the red oil of spicy fish glistened under the light.

Fu Yibai sat at the main table, with Jing Tian on his left and Chen Xiao on his right.

The core creative team members sat around the main table.

At 9:00 a.m. on May 16, the film crew's bus stopped in front of the hotel.

The staff loaded the last batch of equipment boxes into the cargo hold, and the ground crew checked the baggage list to make sure nothing was left out.

Fu Yibai stood at the entrance of the hotel lobby, shook hands with the hotel owner who had come to see him off, and said a few words of thanks.

The flight from Dali to Beijing landed at 2:15 p.m.

Fu Yibai sat by the window, with Jing Tian next to him, already asleep. The blanket covered her chin, her head was tilted against the back of the chair, and there was a slight smile on her lips.

Chen Xiao sat on a seat on the other side of the aisle, wearing headphones and watching a movie downloaded on her phone.

When the plane landed at the Capital Airport, the weather in Beijing was much drier than in Dali.

When Fu Yibai came out through the VIP channel, Zhang Xinyu was already waiting at the exit.

"Mr. Fu, you must be tired from your journey."

She took the suitcase from Fu Yibai's hand.

Jing Tian and the others gradually squeezed out from the crowd of fans. After exchanging greetings, the four of them got into their respective cars.

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to the villa area of ​​the capital.

Pushing open the villa door, Fan Binbin and Li Dabai were sitting side by side on the sofa, with apples and oranges cut into small pieces on the coffee table.

Fan Binbin's belly was already quite large, and even her loose loungewear couldn't hide the curve. She leaned against the sofa armrest, her feet resting on a soft stool, her ankles slightly swollen.

Li Dabai was even more exaggerated than her, after all, her due date was approaching.

"You're back?"

Fan Binbin raised his head, his gaze sweeping from Jing Tian to Fu Yibai, and the corners of his mouth curved up.

Jing Tian changed into slippers, quickly walked to the sofa, squatted down, and pressed her face against Fan Binbin's stomach.

"Baby, your auntie is back."

"Haven't seen you for two months, have you missed your aunt?"

"Ouch, he moved! He kicked me!"

Jing Tian raised her head, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Fan Binbin.

Fan Binbin reached out and flicked her forehead, laughing and scolding, "That's because you stepped on him."

"No, it's just a welcome to me."

Jing Tian pressed her ear against the wall again, and this time the little guy kicked again, this time with even more force than before.

After listening to Fan Binbin, Li Chun then listened to Li Dabai's stomach.

Yang Rong and Liu Yan walked from the direction of the stairs. Yang Rong was carrying Zhao Ning in her arms, while Liu Yan was holding Jing Chen's hand.

When Zhao Ning saw Fu Yibai, she immediately twisted her body from her mother's arms and rushed towards him, calling out "Daddy".

Fu Yibai reached out and took his daughter, kissing her on the cheek.

Jing Chen, holding Liu Yan's finger, wobbled to Fu Yibai's side, looked up at him, and stretched out his little hands, wanting to hug him too.

Fu Yibai sat down on the sofa, holding one in each arm.

"These two little ones have gained quite a bit of weight in the three months I haven't seen them."

"You bet it is. My arms are so sore from carrying both of them now."

Liu Yan sat down next to Fu Yibai and gently patted Jing Chen on the back.

"Is Baymax's due date coming up soon?"

"Yes, next week."

Director Zhou has already arranged the ward.

Yang Rong gave a brief introduction to the situation.

In the evening, after a lively dinner, Fu Yibai and Fan Binbin had a peaceful night's rest.

On the morning of May 17, Fu Yibai arrived at the company to handle the crushing work.

I had barely read through ten documents when there was a knock on the office door.

"Mr. Fu, are you there?"

It was Deng Chao's voice.

"Come in."

When Deng Chao pushed open the door and came in, his expression showed a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

He held a folder in his hand, walked to the opposite side of Fu Yibai's desk, and sat down in the chair.

After pouring tea for each of Deng Chao's guests, Zhang Xinyu left.

"Mr. Fu, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

He placed the folder on the table as he spoke.

"What is it?"

"I want to direct a movie, and I have a script in hand. I'm not sure if it's good or not, so I'd like to ask you to take a look."

Fu Yibai put down the report in his hand, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Deng Chao's face.

The man, who was usually jovial and cheerful, had a very serious expression at this moment, a stark contrast to his usual joking and playful demeanor.

"You want to be a director?"

"think."

When did you first have this idea?

"It's been a long time."

Deng Chao pushed the folder towards Fu Yibai.

"In the past few years, every time I film a movie, I would follow the director to learn filming techniques."

I think I'm almost there.

Fu Yibai opened the folder.

The cover of the script has four big characters printed on it—"The Breakup Guru".

As soon as Fu Yibai saw the name, he knew which movie it was.

But he still pretended to slowly flip through it.

Deng Chao sat opposite him, his hands clasped on his knees, his back ramrod straight, his eyes fixed on Fu Yibai's expression, trying to catch any reaction from his face.

But Fu Yibai remained expressionless while reading the script, turning the pages at a moderate pace.

The entire office was so quiet that only the sound of turning pages could be heard.

About forty minutes later, Fu Yibai closed the script and placed it on the table.

"Brother Chao, did you write this script yourself?"

"No, it's a friend of mine."

His name is Yu Baimei, and he works in theater.

I've seen the stage play based on this script; it's hilarious.

I think it would be very interesting to make a movie out of it.

Fu Yibai picked up the teacup, took a sip, and put the cup back on the table.

"How should I put it, your script has a style reminiscent of Stephen Chow's nonsensical comedies."

Deng Chao's eyes lit up.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's exactly the kind of comedy I want to make!"

I've watched Stephen Chow's movies since I was a child, and I've watched each one at least ten times.

"Brother Chao, I'll be frank with you, don't mind me."

"Please speak."

Deng Chao's smile remained, but the excitement in his eyes had subsided somewhat, replaced by a tense focus.

"Stephen Chow's nonsensical comedies are hard to replicate."

The success of Stephen Chow's nonsensical comedies can be attributed not only to his own acting talent, but also to the fact that audiences of that era were receptive to this style of performance.

Exaggerated expressions, absurd plots, and illogical character behaviors were fresh, funny, and even trendsetting in the context of the 1990s and early 2000s.

But audiences' tastes have changed; they have higher and more discerning expectations for comedy.

Deng Chao frowned.

"Mr. Fu, do you mean this script isn't good enough?"

"It can't be said that it's impossible."

The script isn't bad; it has humor, a complete narrative structure, and clear character motivations.

From a script structure perspective, it is adequate.

Fu Yibai paused for a moment.

"But being qualified and being good are two different things."

This movie should do well at the box office; your star power is undeniable.

However, the word-of-mouth will be very polarized.

Those who like it will find it relaxing and stress-relieving, while those who dislike it will find it pretentious, affected, and detached from reality.

Deng Chao nodded thoughtfully.

"Brother Chao, if you really want to make this film, my suggestion is to wait a few years."

Perhaps in a few years, audiences' aesthetics and tastes will change, and this film will achieve both critical and commercial success.

If you just want to be a director, the company has plenty of scripts for you to choose from.

Upon hearing Fu Yibai's suggestion, Deng Chao fell into deep thought.

Time passed little by little.

Seeing that Deng Chao seemed lost in his own world, Fu Yibai spoke up directly: "If you film now, the company will still support you."

The company's attitude towards new directors has always been clear: if you need money, we'll provide the money; if you need manpower, we'll provide it. Just ask.

Why don't you go back and think about it again?

Deng Chao nodded.

"I'll go back and think about it some more."

"Go."

Deng Chao stood up, tucked the script under his arm, and turned back as he walked to the door.

"Director Fu, there's one more thing."

"explain."

"If I really decide to film this, could you perhaps make a cameo appearance?"

"Go back and revise the script first."

Deng Chao grinned, pushed open the door, and went out.