The best director ever

Chapter 512 Best Actor
Ever since he was tricked by Mu Xi, Han Qiu has no deep taboo about English.Grandma, my English, which has passed the eighth grade and communicates with foreigners without any obstacles, was played by a child who just learned English.

This makes no sense!
Han Qiu could only resentfully attribute this to himself being too honest and his daughter being too eccentric.

Thinking about it this way, it's better for Mu Chen, who won't bully Dad.

That night, the crew came to the subway station to shoot.

The plot filmed here is that the protagonist was kicked out by the landlord because he went bankrupt and had no money to pay the rent.

The son also had to live with his father in no fixed place, wandering the streets.

As for the fucking kids?

He left him when he was in the corner of the protagonist, and went to live in other cities. He also lost his son to his father.

At this moment, Zhou Yuxin put a coat on Mu Chen, fearing that he would catch a cold at night.

Although she doesn't have a movie right now, she still can't let go, or rather worry that Mu Chen is suffering in the crew.

She doesn't count on Han Qiu, she feels that Han Qiu wants to act and direct, and he can't even take care of herself, so her son will definitely be left out.

"Mu Chen, are you hungry? Mom is going to buy you something to eat."

"No." Mu Chen shook his head, "I want to eat with my father later."

Zhou Yuxin turned her head and saw that Han Qiu was dancing and talking to the staff. His serious look made everyone around him lower their heads slightly, listening to his chatter in silence.

Zhou Yuxin's eyes gradually softened, she hugged Mu Chen's head, and said softly: "Mu Chen, are you tired from filming?"

"I'm not tired. It's fun to have my parents and so many uncles and aunts by my side."

"is it?"

"Yeah, my uncles and aunts often buy me delicious food and play with me in their arms. They all say I'm a good boy."

"Good boy, then you have to act well with Dad later, you see Dad is working so hard, finish the filming early, and let's go home early."

“Okay~~~”

These days, every time Han Qiu finished filming, he would take Mu Chen home with him.Anyway, I was filming in Shanghai, not far from home.

Mu Chen, who goes home every day, does not have any rejection of filming, nor does she miss home.Han Qiu was also reluctant to take Mu Chen for a long run for a scene, and couldn't go home for several months.He can bear it, Mu Chen may not be able to bear it.

"Yu Xin, brought Mu Chen over to film." At this time, Han Qiu greeted her.

"Well, come here."

After finishing speaking, she said to Mu Chen: "Have you memorized the lines?"

"I have remembered it a long time ago, and I will definitely not read it wrong."

"Then let's go filming with Dad."

Moments later, the prop lighting was ready and shooting began.

In the toilet of the subway station, a pile of newspapers was placed on the ground in a disorderly manner, beside the father and son's luggage, and the protagonist's unmarketable scanner.

Han Qiu sat on the newspaper, holding Mu Chen who was "sleeping deeply" in his arms.

In the innermost part of the toilet, the photographer stood behind the camera, silently filming this sad scene.

How sad is it to have no place to live and can only stay in the toilet?

As Han Qiu thought about it, his expression darkened.

Can't even give his son a bed, can he be considered a good father?
His eyes stared helplessly at the ceiling, and the moths were flying around the lamp tube, one after another rushing towards the light desperately.

Even though his body was bruised and bruised, he still persevered.

Are you like the moth that flies into the flame, hitting your head and blood on the unattainable happiness?
Zhou Yuxin looked at this scene through the camera, and her eyes were a little sour. Although this was just filming, these two were her most beloved people, how could she bear to watch them like this.

Suddenly, Mu Chen twisted in Han Qiu's arms and opened his eyes: "Father, it's cold."

Han Qiu was stunned, even the state of brewing was gone.

There seems to be no such sentence in the lines between myself and my son, right?
"cut."

After dancing, Han Qiu simply yelled to stop.

Zhou Yuxin hurried over and put a piece of clothing on her son: "Mu Chen, are you alright?"

"It's not cold anymore." Mu Chen shook his head, saw everyone looking at him, and said shyly, "Did I not perform well?"

Han Qiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, you are already dancing, you must not have acted well.

But Han Qiu didn't say anything, as long as he didn't freeze his son to death because of acting.

After pausing for a while, Han Qiu brewed up his feelings, and filming continued.

Han Qiu hugged Mu Chen in his arms, and sat against the wall weakly. As time passed, Han Qiu's eyes looking at the ceiling became dazed and lifeless again.

Thinking of the tragic fate of the protagonist these days, Han Qiu felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

At this time, Mu Chen turned around again, and said in a daze, "Dad, I'm still cold."

Hearing this, Zhou Yuxin, who was outside the camera, wanted to rush up again, but seeing that Han Qiu didn't call cut, she stopped abruptly.

When Han Qiu heard this for the second time, he simply went with the flow.For some reason, this time Mu Chen's words pierced into his heart like a knife.

cold.
I can't give my son a warm home.

Not even a warm quilt was given.

I am such a failed father.

The more he thought about it, the more he substituted the protagonist's feelings, the sadder Han Qiu felt.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes were already red, and even his lips were trembling slightly.But the hands holding Mu Chen became more and more forceful.

Zhou Yuxin was heartbroken watching it, and quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered to the person outside the door: "Knock the door quickly."

After speaking, the door was knocked by the staff from the outside.According to the script, they had to pretend that passers-by wanted to go to the toilet.

Han Qiu looked at the rusty gate, and the pain and bewilderment on his face became more intense.

Sorry for being here now.
is our "home".

The knock on the door got louder, accompanied by cursing.Han Qiu smiled bitterly, covered Mu Chen's ears, lowered the sole of his foot against the trembling door, and pushed his head back and forth against the wall.

Like a fish struggling on the shore.

Tears finally flowed from the red eyes, with a hint of despair.

The knocking on the door became quieter, and the staff finished their tasks and walked away.But Zhou Yuxin wrinkled her little face, looking at the father and son who depended on each other with distress.

The cameraman was also stunned, not only because he was infected by Han Qiu's performance, but also because the plot should end here.He remembered that Director Han was going to call "cut" at this time, but now...
No way, the director didn't call to stop, and he didn't dare to make a decision on his own.

The crowd silently looked at Han Qiu who was crying, trembling as he hugged Mu Chen tightly.

It wasn't until Mu Chen yelled "cold" again in a daze that Han Qiu suddenly woke up.

"cut."

After finishing speaking, he blinked his eyes, wiped the back of his hand casually around his eye sockets, and then pulled Mu Chen to stand up.

"Director Han, the acting is amazing!" the photographer said with a dry tone, giving a thumbs up.

He is familiar with the plot, so he naturally knows what happened to the father and son.

It can be said that Han Qiu's exaggerated performance completely conquered him.

Zhou Yuxin also quickly took the clothes and came over to put them on Mu Chen, then looked at Han Qiu whose eyes were still slightly red, without saying a word, stretched out her hands and hugged Han Qiu.

"You guy, why are you acting so provocative?"

Han Qiu didn't know how to answer, so he pulled Mu Chen, hugged both mother and child in his arms, and said slowly: "I don't know either. I just thought of Mu Chen, I thought of you, and when I thought of me I can’t give you a home, so I will.”

Han Qiu suddenly felt that this was the role he had the deepest feelings for. Zhang Mazi, the eighth princess, and the big fool among the three fools never made him feel so deeply.

Let the bullets fly is black humor; eight kilometers away, he died halfway through the performance; three idiots are comedy again.Only in this movie, Han Qiu has such a deep sense of substitution.

I am a father, and I also have a lovely son. There is a feeling of fatherly love and responsibility that has always lingered in my heart.

He suddenly understood the feelings of the father in the original book when faced with such a desperate situation.

It was really hard and hopeless.

"Father, don't cry, is Mu Chen not acting well?" Mu Chen suddenly said weakly.

"No, no." Han Qiu rubbed his tear-stained cheeks, hugged his son and said, "You've done a good job. Whether it's in movies or in life, you are Dad's dearest son."

Mu Chen wiped Han Qiu's eyes clumsily: "Then dad, don't cry, I don't cry now when I fall."

"Well, Dad stopped crying." Han Qiu laughed through his tears.

Pushing open the toilet door, Han Qiu walked out with his son in his arms.All the staff gave Han Qiu a thumbs up.They also saw this scene through the outside camera just now, and they, who had never seen their director Han cry, felt a sense of admiration in their hearts.

"Director Han, you did a great job!"

"Director Han, I think the Academy Awards will award you the Best Actor."

"Wow, I almost cried seeing it."

"Director Han, you might as well be an actor in the future instead of filming."

Han Qiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you trying to make trouble? I'm no longer a director, why don't you go drink the northwest wind?"

"Haha." Everyone laughed.

Han Qiu looked back at the toilet door again, and then at the son in his arms and Zhou Yuxin who was beside him with a gentle smile.

Perhaps, this is when happiness comes knocking on the door.

(End of this chapter)