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Chapter 333 Goddess
Chapter 333 Goddess
"A companion mother is like a tiger!"
Liu Yifei didn't know what was wrong with her mother, she finished talking without thinking, with a haughty face, not knowing her relatives, not to mention a good face, even if she didn't want to say a word to her.
Glance coldly from time to time.
Murderous.
Liu Yifei kept her head down obediently, not daring to touch her mother's bad luck.
Shocked all the way.
The key opened the door. As usual, Liu Xiaoli changed into her yoga clothes, sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, and relaxed her back.
Not a word was said.
Liu Yifei came out from the kitchen with cut fruits, and her mother, who practiced yoga at night, curled up on the sofa with a pillow in her arms, watching TV coldly.
Walking over in fear, he tentatively said, "Mom, I cut your favorite dragon fruit."
"Is this for you?" Liu Yifei glanced at him and pretended to shout.
Liu Xiaoli ignored her, her disgust visible to the naked eye.
Mom!
Ten magnitude earthquake.
Liu Yifei stepped on fluffy slippers and ran away in a hurry.
I hid behind the wine cabinet, watched for a while, and wondered: "Han Qiao and his mother have a good relationship, and they have a reunion together during the Chinese New Year. This ceremony is also dressed up to attend, why are you so unhappy?"
He rested his chin in his hand and thought for a while, his eyes lit up.
Have it.
He brought a pot of hot water with a thud, put it in front of Liu Xiaoli, and said in a coquettish tone, "Mom, walking in high heels is tiring, Sissy will massage your feet."
"No need." Liu Xiaoli moved her legs, she was annoyed when she saw her precious daughter, especially that shameless, despicable, nasty rascal...
What the hell!
How could I be like this!
It's time to call the police and deal with him, so that he won't run around.
Liu Xiaoli's heart was in a mess, and when she thought of Han Qiaoru's methods against herself, and then against others, she felt sick.
Hands pinched tightly into the pillow.
hiss……
Liu Yifei looked at her mother with a murderous look in her eyes from time to time, took the initiative to hold Liu Xiaoli's feet, and said weakly: "When I was young, my mother always washed my feet. Now that I am older, of course I have to wash my mother's feet."
Rolling up his sleeves, he stubbornly pressed Liu Xiaoli's feet into the water.
"hiss……"
"Is it hot?"
Liu Xiaoli's heart warmed, her precious daughter was sensible, she let her touch her, she stroked Liu Yifei's head, and said comfortingly, "My Sissi has grown up and knows how to repay her mother."
"I was already grown up."
The mother and daughter love each other deeply in the villa, and the scene is warm.
Liu Yifei glanced quietly, seeing that her mother's face had softened, and said in a casual tone: "Mom, you used to take care of me, so you were always alone."
"Now that I'm older, I can take care of myself."
Thinking of her mother's hard work, Liu Yifei's eyes were red, and she choked up: "Mom has to think about her own love."
"I know godfather has always liked mother..."
With a sour heart, trying not to shed tears, with her chin raised, hot water dripping on Liu Xiaoli's white jade instep, she said softly: "Godfather has always taken care of us for so many years, if it is a godfather, I am very willing. "
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Liu Xiaoli shook her head, her eyes carefully observed her precious daughter's face, seeing that there was no clue, her face softened: "Silly daughter, why can't mom let you go at ease."
"Don't talk nonsense in the future."
Seeing Liu Yifei's guilty expression, Liu Xiaoli couldn't bear it, and deliberately hooked Liu Yifei's nose: "It seems that Sissi has really grown up and despises her mother. Don't worry, Sissy will become a big star in the future, and then you will beg your mother to take care of her." You, mom won't care about you."
"It doesn't matter if you cry."
"No, I never cry." Liu Yifei lowered his head, kept pouring water, sullenly: "Compared to my dream of being Audrey Hepburn."
"I hope that my mother can be happy."
"I know that my godfather has always had a crush on my mother for so many years."
"Mom, just promise me once." Liu Yifei lifted his chin and begged with his eyes: "Just give godfather a chance to try, maybe you will really be happy?"
Thinking of that nasty boy, Liu Xiaoli's heart moved, and her tone was gentle: "Okay."
"Really?" Liu Yifei smiled happily.
"But you are not allowed to mess around." Liu Xiaoli looked at her daughter, a little shy, her cheeks were flushed, and she pretended to be casual, "Mom will arrange it herself."
"it is good."
"As long as my mother agrees, I will do."
"Okay, look at your sweat this night..." Liu Xiaoli leaned forward and took out a piece of paper, wiped her precious daughter's cheek, watched Liu Yifei pouted her nose, her eyelashes fluttered, and made fun of: "Others say you are a little girl!" Fairy, I think you are a smelly brat."
"Then I'm stinky tofu." Liu Yifei said faster than his brain: "It smells stinky, but it tastes delicious."
Liu Xiaoli's heart skipped a beat: "Who taught you to say this?"
"Han Qiao." Liu Yifei wiped her mother's feet with a towel, her heart felt cold, her chin lifted, her eyes moved: "I didn't remember what he said, but I just thought of it suddenly."
"This silly girl."
Liu Xiaoli hugged her precious daughter in her arms, touched the tips of her noses, and said affectionately, "Cissy, whatever mother does for you, is mother's willingness."
"It's all for Sissy's good."
"Sissy don't blame mom in the future, do you know?"
"How could it be?" Liu Yifei plunged into Liu Xiaoli's arms, rubbed against each other, and said in a tired voice, "Mom is the best mother in the world."
........................
Every woman in the world has two sides.
One side is an angel, the other side is a devil.
Han Qiao didn't expect that the sassy Jiang Wenli took off the white ceramics of "good wife and loving mother", and there was a living woman inside, with flesh and blood.
What happened last night was too absurd.
Even with his shameless face, he still couldn't help feeling uneasy. He barely slept all night, and the sound of washing could be heard from the yard.
Put on your clothes and open the door.
The courtyard was deserted, it was still early, and the sky was lonely.
Jiang Wenli was wrapped in an old-fashioned cotton-padded jacket, her hair was braided and tied with a gray headband, her makeup was light and rustic, and she was washing her clothes with her sleeves rolled up.
"Sister." Han Qiao bit the bullet.
"woke up?"
It seemed like last night was just a dream.
Jiang Wenli put down his clothes, shook the water, wiped the apron with Bai Rou's hands, and said with a smile: "You brother Gu drank too much last night, I don't know when you will wake up."
Han Qiao understood in his heart: "I won't disturb that sister, I'll talk about Peacock's script next time."
"Okay." Jiang Wenli was sassy, watched Han Qiao walk out the door, thought for a while, and shouted: "Han Qiao."
"sister?"
"It's okay." Jiang Wenli smiled: "You are usually busy, but don't forget that I am your sister."
"Sister" bites hard.
"Okay." Han Qiao waved his hand: "Goodbye, sister."
"Goodbye."
Walking to the door, looking back, Jiang Wenli was about to pack the bedding in the second bedroom. When she went up the steps, her legs seemed to hurt again, and her waist sank. After limping, she straightened up, as if she had paused.
Han Qiao felt guilty, covered his face and left in a hurry.
........................
"Hey……"
Jiang Wenli's delicate eyebrows were frowned, her face was painful, she got used to it, opened the door, and looked at the tidy bed in the second bedroom.
Think of Hanqiao.
The eyes can't help showing complex emotions, including guilt, remorse, anger, anxiety, and hesitation...
It's hard to imagine that so many emotions can appear on one person's face at the same time.
He tore off the quilt in a panic, and smelled the smell, his heart seemed to fly out of his chest.
The scissors cut across the quilt, and it was broken into pieces, all of which were put into the big black bag.
Open the window, the wind blows in through the window.
Jiang Wenli was cold all over, and with her hands resting on the window sill, she watched the withered vines protruding from the outer wall.
His face paled.
"Han Qiao, Han Qiao."
"Sister has already repaid you for taking care of Brother Gu."
………………
"Brother Han..."
As I said before, every woman has two sides, one is an angel and the other is a devil.
But there is a third kind of woman in the world.
What a wall.
Han Qiao raised his head and looked at Yang Tianzhen's gradually growing body, feeling a little worried.
As the saying goes.
Assistant.
nothing to do...
The dream was shattered.
Eyelids half closed, he didn't sleep much all night, he was so sleepy, he yelled: "It's naive, you came to pick me up so early, it's hard work."
"It's not hard." Yang Tianzhen is a qualified tool person, always full of passion, never complaining about work, with a ponytail flicked, and a crisp voice: "Brother Han, after the "Pangu Opening Ceremony" yesterday, almost all major newspapers and periodicals reported on it." ..."
"Ok?"
"It's said that Han Qiao is a well-deserved director who is truly beneficial to the development of Chinese films." Yang Tianzhen looked at Han Qiao adoringly.
Turning hands is a cloud, covering hands is rain.
A few days ago, the newspaper still questioned the identity of Director Han Qiao through the "Pangu Opening Heaven Project".
All doubts vanished.
A huge investment of 3500 million yuan to support young directors.
Maybe Han Qiao's qualifications are still young, but he dared to set a precedent and take on the responsibility of "big guide".
Then he is the leader.
"As expected."
Han Qiao was very calm.
It's just a big director, it's nothing special. In recent years, the domestic movies are truly wild beasts, and the domestic big directors are not enough to fit the teeth.
Out of the alley.
The black SUV was parked on the side of the road, Han Qiao raised his head, feeling cold.
shit.
Xia Wen was sitting in the co-pilot, probably in a bad mood, with rosy lips pursed and big black sunglasses.
"Innocent, why is President Xia here?"
"Mr. Xia said he wanted to tell you to go to the airport in person." Yang Tianzhen trembled: "I still have some work matters to tell Brother Han."
"boom."
The car door was closed, Han Qiao put on his seat belt, and watched Yang Tianzhen get into the car with his head down.
"Naive, you go to the back and take a taxi."
"Alright Mr. Xia."
Yang Tianzhen closed the car door as if he had received an amnesty, since his chubby figure was somewhat agile.
"Let's talk about the business." Xia Wen took out a food bag from the back seat: "Master Han told me that the unknown person is [-] million, heh, except for women, you never make empty promises."
"Tell me what you think."
Han Qiao sipped the soy milk.
Xia Wen is too solemn, he is rarely seen, blowing the wind: "The current three movies, A World Without Thieves has no stamina, mainly Kung Fu and Nobody."
"Zhou Xingchi is the king of comedy, if you want to beat him, you still only have marketing feelings."
"Marketing feelings?" Xia Wen looked at the soy milk that Han Qiao stretched out, disgusted with "spit" and said: "I don't drink what others have drunk."
"I am no exception?"
Xia Wen paused, stroked his hair, took a sip, looked at the lipstick marks on the straw, and smiled.
Han Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and explained: "Emotional marketing is to implant a common feeling in the audience..."
Emotional marketing.
It may be a rare word at this time, but it will be an important means of film marketing in later generations.
such as.
Everyone owes Master Xing a movie ticket.
More like.
When Little Broken Ball was released, everyone spontaneously promoted: "Support domestic science fiction."
The effect is remarkable.
Master Xing "Mermaid" became a god in the first battle, and the funds raised by Xiao Poqiu exceeded [-] million.
Han Qiao's idea is simple.
Now that he has put forward the "Pangu Opening the Sky Plan".
Then.
The marketing of "watching unknown people" is "supporting domestic films", which is very natural.
"We can propose that for every movie ticket, one yuan will be drawn to support young directors and domestically produced movies."
"Is the audience watching a simple movie?"
"No."
"They are the real unsung heroes. Because of them, Huaxia Movies will be reborn and go to glory."
"Not only that."
"We can also contact factories to make commemorative badges to thank them for their contributions to Huaxia Film."
"besides."
"The movie channel Zhang Weimin wants to use it, and the unknown people can go to the movie channel to hold a review meeting."
Han Qiao is now "hands and eyes open to the sky" in the eyes of ordinary people.
As far as movies are concerned, he is a direct descendant of China Film and a friendly partner of the movie channel.
In terms of TV dramas, he has appeared in several dramas on CCTV, such as Swordsman, The Family of Gold Fans, and "Dajiang Dahe" in May, local TV stations, Hunan Satellite TV and Liao Provincial Satellite TV. He has a good relationship.
He still has shares in Hunan Satellite TV's "Tianyu" media.
The mountain tops in the Beijing circle are not meant to be fun.
Self-produced and sold, completely independent of any company.
Xia Wen took off his sunglasses, and with slightly long red lips, he said in a daze, "Han Qiao, you are really talented."
Sows wear bras.
It was one set after another.
"That's right." Han Qiao was a little proud, since he had a meeting with the bosses in Beijing, he had intended to use Huo Siyan.
In order to be useful someday.
"It's really possible to break through [-] million."
"As long as it breaks [-] million, it will be easy for China Film Group." Xia Wen is a strong woman, Han Qiao put forward an idea, and the plan came out. After speaking happily, he looked back at Han Qiao: "There is also the matter of Dao Lang, the music circle has opinions on him It's getting bigger and bigger, and Daolang has already asked the company to terminate the contract?"
shit.
Dolan terminated the contract.
The cash cow is gone.
Han Qiao's face darkened: "Who is so bold to poach my corner?"
"No one digs."
"Dao Lang said that the pressure was too great. He just wanted to make music simply, and he didn't want to be so famous."
Han Qiao leaned back in the seat, feeling relieved: "I thought it was a big deal, but I'm emotional. Don't worry, I will give him a chance to prove that his music is not peasant music."
"Instead."
"Music that really touches the heart."
"You have to talk about it yourself."
Xia Wen was driving the car, squinting his eyes: "After finishing the business, let's talk about private matters."
"Han Qiao, I haven't told you about my parents yet, have I?"
Han Qiao listened attentively.
Cars merge into the main road, Yanjing has morning and evening rush hours at this time, the wide main road is full of cars, horns sound one after another, mixed with national curses.
The world is noisy.
Xia Wen was cold and calm, and his tone was calm: "My father and my mother are married and have no relationship. After giving birth to me, my father and mother have become strangers."
"When I was young, I always asked my mother where my father was."
"My mother said my father was busy."
"I thought he was really busy." Xia Wen sneered: "Later I found out that he was really busy, but he was busy looking for women. As far as I know, there are no less than a dozen of them."
"Not only my father." Xia Wen frowned, disgusted: "My uncle, my brother, my brother... In that circle, women are playthings."
"so."
"I don't have high requirements for relationships, really, not at all, you know?"
Han Qiao said silently, "Yes."
Xia Wen smiled, stroked his hair that was blown by the wind, and said in a flat tone, "My mother told me two words."
"The first sentence is to take care of your own man."
"Truly powerful men will not be defeated by external objects. The only one who can defeat them is themselves."
"Suicide is a common problem of all men."
"We share weal and woe, we are closely related, if you don't want to be unlucky for yourself, then manage him well."
"The second sentence is to have your own business."
"Don't talk about that."
Xia Wen was very serious: "Han Qiao, you can be playful, but you can't be in love."
"You can't do whatever you want, without any scruples."
"If you think you are not afraid of any enemy, then it is dangerous, because at this time your biggest enemy is yourself."
"You know that Jiang Wenli is Gu Changwei's wife, and you insist on provoking her. Have you ever thought about what we will do if this matter is exposed?"
Xia Wen spoke very calmly, almost without any personal emotion, even, she said "we".
Han Qiao shrugged: "Jiang Wenli and I are innocent."
"Innocent?" Xia Wen squinted his eyes, his emotions were turbulent, and his tone was sour: "I can smell the coquettish fox smell on you even ten miles away."
"Anyway."
"I hope it's the last time."
Grinding his teeth, Xia Wen said ferociously, "Otherwise, I will let Grandpa tie you back and lock you up in a small dark room..."
"Anyway, what I like is your brain, and there will be no delay in the little black room."
In fact, Han Qiao has no machismo at all.
even.
On the contrary, he was glad that there was a woman like Xia Wen watching him.
He raised his hand happily, signaling surrender, and quibbled: "Sister Jiang and I are innocent, we slept in her bed last night..."
"Huh?" Xia Wen tilted his head with dangerous eyes.
"No..." Han Qiao waved his hand: "It's the bed that Sister Jiang usually sleeps in. I slept alone last night."
"Cut." Xia Wen concentrated on driving, with his chin raised slightly: "Who cares about you flirting with women?"
"chuck"
The car stopped at the entrance of the alley, the tires were smoking, Xia Wen turned his head, and said softly, "I want to eat stinky tofu, can you buy it for me?"
Eyelashes flicker.
Mom.
Han Qiao hesitated for a second, out of disrespect for men, got out of the car and went straight to the stinky tofu stall. He took Xia Wen to taste this stuff last time.
Didn't expect to fall in love with it.
I bought a small bag, bought water and chewing gum along the way, and returned to the car. Xia Wen was looking at the documents. Seeing that Han Qiao was back, he put down the documents and rolled up the car window.
The dog sleeping on the street hugged the dog's head, eyes googly, a little puzzled.
It seems to have been slapped.
………………
This breaks the entertainment industry.
I don't want to break through for a day.
Han Qiao didn't expect that he would also work as a psychiatrist part-time. If Yao Beina had a glassy heart, it would be fine to comfort her.
Dolan.
A tall man of 1.8 meters, in northern Xinjiang all year round, the wind is like a knife, with an unshaven beard, a pair of long legs and thick enough to run a horse, a slap of the hand will break the watermelon into eight pieces, such a rough guy.
Also need to clear up mentally.
Dao Lang lives in the dormitory of Times Starry Sky. He doesn't have much requirements, and his consumption is low. He plays a broken guitar all day long, with a broken voice...
of course……
Now the broken voice is the voice of smoke.
Broken guitars are music.
into the house.
Maybe I have been depressed recently, the room is in a mess, the smoke is soaked in the instant noodle bucket, and the soup is yellow.
And what a white elephant.
A pungent smell rushed straight to his forehead.
There was no paper towel on the ground, otherwise, Han Qiao suspected that Dao Lang had often "knife" himself recently.
"What's going on?" Han Qiao picked up the flowery underpants with both fingers, threw them aside, and sat on a half of his buttocks.
Dao Lang's sleepy eyes were loose, and he was still a little distracted. He suddenly paused and woke up.
"Sleeping..."
"Brother Han, why didn't you tell me when you came here."
"Why didn't my wife come?"
"She is raising children in northern Xinjiang."
Daolang is not from Beijiang, but his wife is. For love, he gave up his dream and went to Beijiang. They have a lovely daughter.
"Brother Han, what would you like to drink?"
"What?"
"Qingdao and China Resources Snowflake."
"Isn't that all beer?"
"Qingdao tastes lighter." Dao Lang sat in the small maza, threw a cigarette to Han Qiao, and the beer smoked after a click.
Beer in one hand and smoke in the other.
After taking two sips, Han Qiao got down to business: "Xiaodao, I admire you very much. Your first snow in 2002 didn't come out at that time. I signed it without saying a word."
"Ask yourself, have you made more money in the two years since you met me than in your entire life?"
"Now you little Yang Kun and Wang Feng can't stand it anymore." Han Qiao put down his beer: "You don't look down on yourself, you look down on me."
Dao Lang squeezed the beer with his hand, took a puff of cigarettes, and sighed: "Brother Han, you know me, I don't want to be famous at all, as long as I have enough money."
"Just for a while, I really had enough."
"I don't care about the rest." Dao Lang said sadly, "They are too loud and disturb my music making."
Han Qiao put out the smoke: "Since this is the case, it's better to go back to Northern Xinjiang to rest for a while, and accompany my wife and children."
"but."
"One day, we will come back."
"This day, it won't be too long."
The dispute between Dao Lang and the traditional music scene, speaking of it, is all about interests.
Dao Lang's album sold so well that some people were jealous, and some were jealous. Therefore, the song that slandered Dao Lang was "peasant" music.
It is also very simple for Han Qiao to rectify Dao Lang's name, just find a relationship and push it to the Spring Festival Gala.
Not only that.
Zhang Yimou's "House of Flying Daggers" screening will also be arranged.
Go to various large-scale theatrical performances to see who dares to say that Dao Lang is "earth".
Han Qiao's ability to draw cakes is still good.
Dao Lang's blood boiled when he heard it, the Spring Festival Gala, that is the stage that many singers dream of all their lives.
Not to mention Lao Mouzi.
"Brother Han, I feel much more comfortable when you say that."
"Aren't you going back?" Han Qiao was very interested, and he was advancing by retreating.
"I won't go back." Dao Lang lit a cigarette again: "My wife and children are here from Yanjing."
"Buy a house early."
Daolang's troubles and worrying about quitting the music scene are drizzle for Han Qiao, who will fly to Inner Mongolia in the afternoon.
Not much to stay.
After drinking a few cans of beer, it was almost done, so I got up and said goodbye.
When Dao Lang heard about it, he also wanted to go to Inner Mongolia to gather folk songs.
Without further ado, they packed up a few clothes, and the two went straight to the airport.
at dusk.
The plane landed in Chifeng.
Chifeng is a prefecture-level city of NMG. There is a red mountain in the urban area, which is said to be the capital of the Liao Kingdom.
Landed in Chifeng.
Dao Lang wanted to rent a car from here to Baotou by car, and the two parted ways.
There is a car pick-up outside the airport, and the boat and car are exhausted. At around 9:[-] pm, we arrived at the Ulan Butong Grassland.
Ulan Butong is the filming location of "Kangxi Dynasty".
The "House of Flying Daggers" training camp is in the film and television base.
The living environment must be very ordinary.
Han Qiao was very tired. When he arrived at the entrance of the hotel, the staff took over the burden: "Brother Han, the crew has arranged to practice martial arts in the morning and ride horses in the afternoon for a period of one month."
"Who's here now?"
"Sister Zhang and Teacher Song are here." The staff member carried the bag: "Liu Defa hasn't come yet."
"it is good."
Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.
Song Dandan and Zhang Ziyi were coming out together, when they saw Han Qiao, Zhang Ziyi smiled: "Han Qiao, I have been waiting for you for several days, I thought you would not dare to come."
"You expect me to lose so much?"
Han Qiao smiled: "Teacher Song."
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"A companion mother is like a tiger!"
Liu Yifei didn't know what was wrong with her mother, she finished talking without thinking, with a haughty face, not knowing her relatives, not to mention a good face, even if she didn't want to say a word to her.
Glance coldly from time to time.
Murderous.
Liu Yifei kept her head down obediently, not daring to touch her mother's bad luck.
Shocked all the way.
The key opened the door. As usual, Liu Xiaoli changed into her yoga clothes, sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, and relaxed her back.
Not a word was said.
Liu Yifei came out from the kitchen with cut fruits, and her mother, who practiced yoga at night, curled up on the sofa with a pillow in her arms, watching TV coldly.
Walking over in fear, he tentatively said, "Mom, I cut your favorite dragon fruit."
"Is this for you?" Liu Yifei glanced at him and pretended to shout.
Liu Xiaoli ignored her, her disgust visible to the naked eye.
Mom!
Ten magnitude earthquake.
Liu Yifei stepped on fluffy slippers and ran away in a hurry.
I hid behind the wine cabinet, watched for a while, and wondered: "Han Qiao and his mother have a good relationship, and they have a reunion together during the Chinese New Year. This ceremony is also dressed up to attend, why are you so unhappy?"
He rested his chin in his hand and thought for a while, his eyes lit up.
Have it.
He brought a pot of hot water with a thud, put it in front of Liu Xiaoli, and said in a coquettish tone, "Mom, walking in high heels is tiring, Sissy will massage your feet."
"No need." Liu Xiaoli moved her legs, she was annoyed when she saw her precious daughter, especially that shameless, despicable, nasty rascal...
What the hell!
How could I be like this!
It's time to call the police and deal with him, so that he won't run around.
Liu Xiaoli's heart was in a mess, and when she thought of Han Qiaoru's methods against herself, and then against others, she felt sick.
Hands pinched tightly into the pillow.
hiss……
Liu Yifei looked at her mother with a murderous look in her eyes from time to time, took the initiative to hold Liu Xiaoli's feet, and said weakly: "When I was young, my mother always washed my feet. Now that I am older, of course I have to wash my mother's feet."
Rolling up his sleeves, he stubbornly pressed Liu Xiaoli's feet into the water.
"hiss……"
"Is it hot?"
Liu Xiaoli's heart warmed, her precious daughter was sensible, she let her touch her, she stroked Liu Yifei's head, and said comfortingly, "My Sissi has grown up and knows how to repay her mother."
"I was already grown up."
The mother and daughter love each other deeply in the villa, and the scene is warm.
Liu Yifei glanced quietly, seeing that her mother's face had softened, and said in a casual tone: "Mom, you used to take care of me, so you were always alone."
"Now that I'm older, I can take care of myself."
Thinking of her mother's hard work, Liu Yifei's eyes were red, and she choked up: "Mom has to think about her own love."
"I know godfather has always liked mother..."
With a sour heart, trying not to shed tears, with her chin raised, hot water dripping on Liu Xiaoli's white jade instep, she said softly: "Godfather has always taken care of us for so many years, if it is a godfather, I am very willing. "
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Liu Xiaoli shook her head, her eyes carefully observed her precious daughter's face, seeing that there was no clue, her face softened: "Silly daughter, why can't mom let you go at ease."
"Don't talk nonsense in the future."
Seeing Liu Yifei's guilty expression, Liu Xiaoli couldn't bear it, and deliberately hooked Liu Yifei's nose: "It seems that Sissi has really grown up and despises her mother. Don't worry, Sissy will become a big star in the future, and then you will beg your mother to take care of her." You, mom won't care about you."
"It doesn't matter if you cry."
"No, I never cry." Liu Yifei lowered his head, kept pouring water, sullenly: "Compared to my dream of being Audrey Hepburn."
"I hope that my mother can be happy."
"I know that my godfather has always had a crush on my mother for so many years."
"Mom, just promise me once." Liu Yifei lifted his chin and begged with his eyes: "Just give godfather a chance to try, maybe you will really be happy?"
Thinking of that nasty boy, Liu Xiaoli's heart moved, and her tone was gentle: "Okay."
"Really?" Liu Yifei smiled happily.
"But you are not allowed to mess around." Liu Xiaoli looked at her daughter, a little shy, her cheeks were flushed, and she pretended to be casual, "Mom will arrange it herself."
"it is good."
"As long as my mother agrees, I will do."
"Okay, look at your sweat this night..." Liu Xiaoli leaned forward and took out a piece of paper, wiped her precious daughter's cheek, watched Liu Yifei pouted her nose, her eyelashes fluttered, and made fun of: "Others say you are a little girl!" Fairy, I think you are a smelly brat."
"Then I'm stinky tofu." Liu Yifei said faster than his brain: "It smells stinky, but it tastes delicious."
Liu Xiaoli's heart skipped a beat: "Who taught you to say this?"
"Han Qiao." Liu Yifei wiped her mother's feet with a towel, her heart felt cold, her chin lifted, her eyes moved: "I didn't remember what he said, but I just thought of it suddenly."
"This silly girl."
Liu Xiaoli hugged her precious daughter in her arms, touched the tips of her noses, and said affectionately, "Cissy, whatever mother does for you, is mother's willingness."
"It's all for Sissy's good."
"Sissy don't blame mom in the future, do you know?"
"How could it be?" Liu Yifei plunged into Liu Xiaoli's arms, rubbed against each other, and said in a tired voice, "Mom is the best mother in the world."
........................
Every woman in the world has two sides.
One side is an angel, the other side is a devil.
Han Qiao didn't expect that the sassy Jiang Wenli took off the white ceramics of "good wife and loving mother", and there was a living woman inside, with flesh and blood.
What happened last night was too absurd.
Even with his shameless face, he still couldn't help feeling uneasy. He barely slept all night, and the sound of washing could be heard from the yard.
Put on your clothes and open the door.
The courtyard was deserted, it was still early, and the sky was lonely.
Jiang Wenli was wrapped in an old-fashioned cotton-padded jacket, her hair was braided and tied with a gray headband, her makeup was light and rustic, and she was washing her clothes with her sleeves rolled up.
"Sister." Han Qiao bit the bullet.
"woke up?"
It seemed like last night was just a dream.
Jiang Wenli put down his clothes, shook the water, wiped the apron with Bai Rou's hands, and said with a smile: "You brother Gu drank too much last night, I don't know when you will wake up."
Han Qiao understood in his heart: "I won't disturb that sister, I'll talk about Peacock's script next time."
"Okay." Jiang Wenli was sassy, watched Han Qiao walk out the door, thought for a while, and shouted: "Han Qiao."
"sister?"
"It's okay." Jiang Wenli smiled: "You are usually busy, but don't forget that I am your sister."
"Sister" bites hard.
"Okay." Han Qiao waved his hand: "Goodbye, sister."
"Goodbye."
Walking to the door, looking back, Jiang Wenli was about to pack the bedding in the second bedroom. When she went up the steps, her legs seemed to hurt again, and her waist sank. After limping, she straightened up, as if she had paused.
Han Qiao felt guilty, covered his face and left in a hurry.
........................
"Hey……"
Jiang Wenli's delicate eyebrows were frowned, her face was painful, she got used to it, opened the door, and looked at the tidy bed in the second bedroom.
Think of Hanqiao.
The eyes can't help showing complex emotions, including guilt, remorse, anger, anxiety, and hesitation...
It's hard to imagine that so many emotions can appear on one person's face at the same time.
He tore off the quilt in a panic, and smelled the smell, his heart seemed to fly out of his chest.
The scissors cut across the quilt, and it was broken into pieces, all of which were put into the big black bag.
Open the window, the wind blows in through the window.
Jiang Wenli was cold all over, and with her hands resting on the window sill, she watched the withered vines protruding from the outer wall.
His face paled.
"Han Qiao, Han Qiao."
"Sister has already repaid you for taking care of Brother Gu."
………………
"Brother Han..."
As I said before, every woman has two sides, one is an angel and the other is a devil.
But there is a third kind of woman in the world.
What a wall.
Han Qiao raised his head and looked at Yang Tianzhen's gradually growing body, feeling a little worried.
As the saying goes.
Assistant.
nothing to do...
The dream was shattered.
Eyelids half closed, he didn't sleep much all night, he was so sleepy, he yelled: "It's naive, you came to pick me up so early, it's hard work."
"It's not hard." Yang Tianzhen is a qualified tool person, always full of passion, never complaining about work, with a ponytail flicked, and a crisp voice: "Brother Han, after the "Pangu Opening Ceremony" yesterday, almost all major newspapers and periodicals reported on it." ..."
"Ok?"
"It's said that Han Qiao is a well-deserved director who is truly beneficial to the development of Chinese films." Yang Tianzhen looked at Han Qiao adoringly.
Turning hands is a cloud, covering hands is rain.
A few days ago, the newspaper still questioned the identity of Director Han Qiao through the "Pangu Opening Heaven Project".
All doubts vanished.
A huge investment of 3500 million yuan to support young directors.
Maybe Han Qiao's qualifications are still young, but he dared to set a precedent and take on the responsibility of "big guide".
Then he is the leader.
"As expected."
Han Qiao was very calm.
It's just a big director, it's nothing special. In recent years, the domestic movies are truly wild beasts, and the domestic big directors are not enough to fit the teeth.
Out of the alley.
The black SUV was parked on the side of the road, Han Qiao raised his head, feeling cold.
shit.
Xia Wen was sitting in the co-pilot, probably in a bad mood, with rosy lips pursed and big black sunglasses.
"Innocent, why is President Xia here?"
"Mr. Xia said he wanted to tell you to go to the airport in person." Yang Tianzhen trembled: "I still have some work matters to tell Brother Han."
"boom."
The car door was closed, Han Qiao put on his seat belt, and watched Yang Tianzhen get into the car with his head down.
"Naive, you go to the back and take a taxi."
"Alright Mr. Xia."
Yang Tianzhen closed the car door as if he had received an amnesty, since his chubby figure was somewhat agile.
"Let's talk about the business." Xia Wen took out a food bag from the back seat: "Master Han told me that the unknown person is [-] million, heh, except for women, you never make empty promises."
"Tell me what you think."
Han Qiao sipped the soy milk.
Xia Wen is too solemn, he is rarely seen, blowing the wind: "The current three movies, A World Without Thieves has no stamina, mainly Kung Fu and Nobody."
"Zhou Xingchi is the king of comedy, if you want to beat him, you still only have marketing feelings."
"Marketing feelings?" Xia Wen looked at the soy milk that Han Qiao stretched out, disgusted with "spit" and said: "I don't drink what others have drunk."
"I am no exception?"
Xia Wen paused, stroked his hair, took a sip, looked at the lipstick marks on the straw, and smiled.
Han Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and explained: "Emotional marketing is to implant a common feeling in the audience..."
Emotional marketing.
It may be a rare word at this time, but it will be an important means of film marketing in later generations.
such as.
Everyone owes Master Xing a movie ticket.
More like.
When Little Broken Ball was released, everyone spontaneously promoted: "Support domestic science fiction."
The effect is remarkable.
Master Xing "Mermaid" became a god in the first battle, and the funds raised by Xiao Poqiu exceeded [-] million.
Han Qiao's idea is simple.
Now that he has put forward the "Pangu Opening the Sky Plan".
Then.
The marketing of "watching unknown people" is "supporting domestic films", which is very natural.
"We can propose that for every movie ticket, one yuan will be drawn to support young directors and domestically produced movies."
"Is the audience watching a simple movie?"
"No."
"They are the real unsung heroes. Because of them, Huaxia Movies will be reborn and go to glory."
"Not only that."
"We can also contact factories to make commemorative badges to thank them for their contributions to Huaxia Film."
"besides."
"The movie channel Zhang Weimin wants to use it, and the unknown people can go to the movie channel to hold a review meeting."
Han Qiao is now "hands and eyes open to the sky" in the eyes of ordinary people.
As far as movies are concerned, he is a direct descendant of China Film and a friendly partner of the movie channel.
In terms of TV dramas, he has appeared in several dramas on CCTV, such as Swordsman, The Family of Gold Fans, and "Dajiang Dahe" in May, local TV stations, Hunan Satellite TV and Liao Provincial Satellite TV. He has a good relationship.
He still has shares in Hunan Satellite TV's "Tianyu" media.
The mountain tops in the Beijing circle are not meant to be fun.
Self-produced and sold, completely independent of any company.
Xia Wen took off his sunglasses, and with slightly long red lips, he said in a daze, "Han Qiao, you are really talented."
Sows wear bras.
It was one set after another.
"That's right." Han Qiao was a little proud, since he had a meeting with the bosses in Beijing, he had intended to use Huo Siyan.
In order to be useful someday.
"It's really possible to break through [-] million."
"As long as it breaks [-] million, it will be easy for China Film Group." Xia Wen is a strong woman, Han Qiao put forward an idea, and the plan came out. After speaking happily, he looked back at Han Qiao: "There is also the matter of Dao Lang, the music circle has opinions on him It's getting bigger and bigger, and Daolang has already asked the company to terminate the contract?"
shit.
Dolan terminated the contract.
The cash cow is gone.
Han Qiao's face darkened: "Who is so bold to poach my corner?"
"No one digs."
"Dao Lang said that the pressure was too great. He just wanted to make music simply, and he didn't want to be so famous."
Han Qiao leaned back in the seat, feeling relieved: "I thought it was a big deal, but I'm emotional. Don't worry, I will give him a chance to prove that his music is not peasant music."
"Instead."
"Music that really touches the heart."
"You have to talk about it yourself."
Xia Wen was driving the car, squinting his eyes: "After finishing the business, let's talk about private matters."
"Han Qiao, I haven't told you about my parents yet, have I?"
Han Qiao listened attentively.
Cars merge into the main road, Yanjing has morning and evening rush hours at this time, the wide main road is full of cars, horns sound one after another, mixed with national curses.
The world is noisy.
Xia Wen was cold and calm, and his tone was calm: "My father and my mother are married and have no relationship. After giving birth to me, my father and mother have become strangers."
"When I was young, I always asked my mother where my father was."
"My mother said my father was busy."
"I thought he was really busy." Xia Wen sneered: "Later I found out that he was really busy, but he was busy looking for women. As far as I know, there are no less than a dozen of them."
"Not only my father." Xia Wen frowned, disgusted: "My uncle, my brother, my brother... In that circle, women are playthings."
"so."
"I don't have high requirements for relationships, really, not at all, you know?"
Han Qiao said silently, "Yes."
Xia Wen smiled, stroked his hair that was blown by the wind, and said in a flat tone, "My mother told me two words."
"The first sentence is to take care of your own man."
"Truly powerful men will not be defeated by external objects. The only one who can defeat them is themselves."
"Suicide is a common problem of all men."
"We share weal and woe, we are closely related, if you don't want to be unlucky for yourself, then manage him well."
"The second sentence is to have your own business."
"Don't talk about that."
Xia Wen was very serious: "Han Qiao, you can be playful, but you can't be in love."
"You can't do whatever you want, without any scruples."
"If you think you are not afraid of any enemy, then it is dangerous, because at this time your biggest enemy is yourself."
"You know that Jiang Wenli is Gu Changwei's wife, and you insist on provoking her. Have you ever thought about what we will do if this matter is exposed?"
Xia Wen spoke very calmly, almost without any personal emotion, even, she said "we".
Han Qiao shrugged: "Jiang Wenli and I are innocent."
"Innocent?" Xia Wen squinted his eyes, his emotions were turbulent, and his tone was sour: "I can smell the coquettish fox smell on you even ten miles away."
"Anyway."
"I hope it's the last time."
Grinding his teeth, Xia Wen said ferociously, "Otherwise, I will let Grandpa tie you back and lock you up in a small dark room..."
"Anyway, what I like is your brain, and there will be no delay in the little black room."
In fact, Han Qiao has no machismo at all.
even.
On the contrary, he was glad that there was a woman like Xia Wen watching him.
He raised his hand happily, signaling surrender, and quibbled: "Sister Jiang and I are innocent, we slept in her bed last night..."
"Huh?" Xia Wen tilted his head with dangerous eyes.
"No..." Han Qiao waved his hand: "It's the bed that Sister Jiang usually sleeps in. I slept alone last night."
"Cut." Xia Wen concentrated on driving, with his chin raised slightly: "Who cares about you flirting with women?"
"chuck"
The car stopped at the entrance of the alley, the tires were smoking, Xia Wen turned his head, and said softly, "I want to eat stinky tofu, can you buy it for me?"
Eyelashes flicker.
Mom.
Han Qiao hesitated for a second, out of disrespect for men, got out of the car and went straight to the stinky tofu stall. He took Xia Wen to taste this stuff last time.
Didn't expect to fall in love with it.
I bought a small bag, bought water and chewing gum along the way, and returned to the car. Xia Wen was looking at the documents. Seeing that Han Qiao was back, he put down the documents and rolled up the car window.
The dog sleeping on the street hugged the dog's head, eyes googly, a little puzzled.
It seems to have been slapped.
………………
This breaks the entertainment industry.
I don't want to break through for a day.
Han Qiao didn't expect that he would also work as a psychiatrist part-time. If Yao Beina had a glassy heart, it would be fine to comfort her.
Dolan.
A tall man of 1.8 meters, in northern Xinjiang all year round, the wind is like a knife, with an unshaven beard, a pair of long legs and thick enough to run a horse, a slap of the hand will break the watermelon into eight pieces, such a rough guy.
Also need to clear up mentally.
Dao Lang lives in the dormitory of Times Starry Sky. He doesn't have much requirements, and his consumption is low. He plays a broken guitar all day long, with a broken voice...
of course……
Now the broken voice is the voice of smoke.
Broken guitars are music.
into the house.
Maybe I have been depressed recently, the room is in a mess, the smoke is soaked in the instant noodle bucket, and the soup is yellow.
And what a white elephant.
A pungent smell rushed straight to his forehead.
There was no paper towel on the ground, otherwise, Han Qiao suspected that Dao Lang had often "knife" himself recently.
"What's going on?" Han Qiao picked up the flowery underpants with both fingers, threw them aside, and sat on a half of his buttocks.
Dao Lang's sleepy eyes were loose, and he was still a little distracted. He suddenly paused and woke up.
"Sleeping..."
"Brother Han, why didn't you tell me when you came here."
"Why didn't my wife come?"
"She is raising children in northern Xinjiang."
Daolang is not from Beijiang, but his wife is. For love, he gave up his dream and went to Beijiang. They have a lovely daughter.
"Brother Han, what would you like to drink?"
"What?"
"Qingdao and China Resources Snowflake."
"Isn't that all beer?"
"Qingdao tastes lighter." Dao Lang sat in the small maza, threw a cigarette to Han Qiao, and the beer smoked after a click.
Beer in one hand and smoke in the other.
After taking two sips, Han Qiao got down to business: "Xiaodao, I admire you very much. Your first snow in 2002 didn't come out at that time. I signed it without saying a word."
"Ask yourself, have you made more money in the two years since you met me than in your entire life?"
"Now you little Yang Kun and Wang Feng can't stand it anymore." Han Qiao put down his beer: "You don't look down on yourself, you look down on me."
Dao Lang squeezed the beer with his hand, took a puff of cigarettes, and sighed: "Brother Han, you know me, I don't want to be famous at all, as long as I have enough money."
"Just for a while, I really had enough."
"I don't care about the rest." Dao Lang said sadly, "They are too loud and disturb my music making."
Han Qiao put out the smoke: "Since this is the case, it's better to go back to Northern Xinjiang to rest for a while, and accompany my wife and children."
"but."
"One day, we will come back."
"This day, it won't be too long."
The dispute between Dao Lang and the traditional music scene, speaking of it, is all about interests.
Dao Lang's album sold so well that some people were jealous, and some were jealous. Therefore, the song that slandered Dao Lang was "peasant" music.
It is also very simple for Han Qiao to rectify Dao Lang's name, just find a relationship and push it to the Spring Festival Gala.
Not only that.
Zhang Yimou's "House of Flying Daggers" screening will also be arranged.
Go to various large-scale theatrical performances to see who dares to say that Dao Lang is "earth".
Han Qiao's ability to draw cakes is still good.
Dao Lang's blood boiled when he heard it, the Spring Festival Gala, that is the stage that many singers dream of all their lives.
Not to mention Lao Mouzi.
"Brother Han, I feel much more comfortable when you say that."
"Aren't you going back?" Han Qiao was very interested, and he was advancing by retreating.
"I won't go back." Dao Lang lit a cigarette again: "My wife and children are here from Yanjing."
"Buy a house early."
Daolang's troubles and worrying about quitting the music scene are drizzle for Han Qiao, who will fly to Inner Mongolia in the afternoon.
Not much to stay.
After drinking a few cans of beer, it was almost done, so I got up and said goodbye.
When Dao Lang heard about it, he also wanted to go to Inner Mongolia to gather folk songs.
Without further ado, they packed up a few clothes, and the two went straight to the airport.
at dusk.
The plane landed in Chifeng.
Chifeng is a prefecture-level city of NMG. There is a red mountain in the urban area, which is said to be the capital of the Liao Kingdom.
Landed in Chifeng.
Dao Lang wanted to rent a car from here to Baotou by car, and the two parted ways.
There is a car pick-up outside the airport, and the boat and car are exhausted. At around 9:[-] pm, we arrived at the Ulan Butong Grassland.
Ulan Butong is the filming location of "Kangxi Dynasty".
The "House of Flying Daggers" training camp is in the film and television base.
The living environment must be very ordinary.
Han Qiao was very tired. When he arrived at the entrance of the hotel, the staff took over the burden: "Brother Han, the crew has arranged to practice martial arts in the morning and ride horses in the afternoon for a period of one month."
"Who's here now?"
"Sister Zhang and Teacher Song are here." The staff member carried the bag: "Liu Defa hasn't come yet."
"it is good."
Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.
Song Dandan and Zhang Ziyi were coming out together, when they saw Han Qiao, Zhang Ziyi smiled: "Han Qiao, I have been waiting for you for several days, I thought you would not dare to come."
"You expect me to lose so much?"
Han Qiao smiled: "Teacher Song."
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