The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 126 "A Murder Case Caused by a Steamed Bun"

After watching this film, Huo Yunting has been silent.

This film is really beyond his imagination.

When he came back to his senses, he pushed Liu Yifei's head down, "Hide away, my four good brothers are leaving."

It was almost time for the crowd to disperse, until the cleaner aunt came in, and then they put on hats and masks and slipped away quietly through the back door.

Walking on the road, Huo Yunting continued to remain silent, carefully recalling in his mind this investment of [-] million yuan, the first domestic fantasy movie, and a blockbuster movie that rivaled the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy.

Liu Yifei appeared to be in high spirits, even though her face was covered tightly, she could still feel her joy.

"What do you think?"

Suddenly jumped in front of Huo Yunting, turned his head sideways and asked.

"Oh, I was wondering how high the artistic purpose of this film is."

Liu Yifei kicked her feet with her hands behind her back, "Don't think about it, it must be difficult for ordinary people to understand."

"Didn't you read what Director Chen said on the Internet? No one will understand this movie within five years."

"Five years?" Huo Yunting shook his head with a serious face, "In 20 years, I feel that no one will understand."

How should I say this movie, he can understand every sentence, but when put together, he feels a bit beyond the times.

He could see that the behind-the-scenes production team of this film was Oscar-level, and he could also see that the acting skills of the first-line stars in China, Japan and South Korea were soaring and exquisite.

But looking at this movie as a whole, it looks like a carefully crafted... Forget it, let's not talk about it.

"By the way, Sissy, do you know how much the box office of this film is?"

"I haven't inquired about it." The gray down jacket and hat shook from side to side, "I knew that the box office was over [-] million in eight days, and the box office in the first week was also the highest in the same period."

Huo Yunting was even more puzzled, is his artistic cell so barren?
Back in Beiping, Huo Yunting escorted Liu Yifei home, went back to the courtyard to rest for a few days, and then went to the company, thinking about reporting his hegemony contest to Boss Wang.

All the staff members along the way looked solemn, and when they saw him, they hurriedly straightened their backs.

"Hello Brother Huo."

"Master Huo."

"Teacher Huo."

Huo Yunting was a little puzzled, why did he feel that this group of people respected him more every time he went to the company?

He couldn't figure it out, but he didn't put on airs, and nodded cheerfully one by one.

When Huo Yunting's figure faded away, the group of people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, that's Huo Yunting who beat Maozi until his face was covered in blood."

"Why do you think I'm so careful."

"I'll go, he is a Sanda champion who turned into an actor?"

A group of people chattered together, discussing with lingering fear.

Offending other celebrities may lose their jobs, and offending this one may kill them.

Knocking on the door of Wang Zhongjun's office, Huo Yunting went in and reported every point of his participation in the competition with a serious face.

Emphasized that he didn't strike too hard, it just looked bloody, but in fact nothing happened.

Because he always feels that the evaluation of him on the Internet has been a bit too much recently, making him look like he has just been released from the bureau after hacking a street with a watermelon knife.

Hearing this, Wang Zhongjun gritted his teeth, that Hanheweiqi is still lying on the bed, and you told me that it was not serious.

You are not only treating netizens as fools, but you are treating me as a fool too.

I couldn't help but regret how I recruited such a demon king in the first place.

Now he is more and more suspicious that Wang Jinghua didn't take this kid away in order to keep Huo Huohuayi.

After listening to him patiently, Wang Zhongjun hurriedly sent him away, feeling more and more in his heart that he could no longer let this kid report to him directly, because there were some troubles going on every day.

The addition of other artists in his company did not have as many things as he did.

Day by day, I do not do my job properly.

Just like a normal artist, can't you take part in some films, participate in some commercial performances, and appear on variety shows?
After hearing Huo Yunting's nagging, Wang Zhongjun hurriedly sent him away.

Huo Yunting returned to his hometown in early January.

This time he can be said to have returned home with honor.

Of course, it can't be hidden anymore.

As soon as I entered Huojiazhuang, several children screamed that the big star was coming, and all the folks from the village came out.

Before reaching the door of the house, he was surrounded by a group of aunts and aunts, yelling to introduce him to someone, which gave Huo Yunting a headache.

"What are you doing!"

"Don't make it up."

"It's all gone."

A few old men in the village drove the group of matchmakers away, and an old man with a gray beard patted him on the shoulder.

"Little Yunzi, you fought well! You have to fight with blood!"

Huo Yunting nodded, knowing that he was talking about the competition.

When I got home, I handed the gifts in big and small bags to my parents, and I looked around again.

Good fellow, the big girls and young wives who came out of nowhere are all staring at him.

Seeing him turn his head back, he quickly turned his head away.

Flower viewing, snowball fights, and sun watching.

"Dad, Mom, I really don't think about moving to Peking with me."

"I won't go, I won't go, we're not used to living in big cities, Zhuangzi is pretty good."

Seeing this, Huo Yunting stopped dissuading him.

The roots of parents are all here, they are too deep, and they cannot be separated for the rest of their lives.

Looking around, Huo Yunting said, "Dad, don't you plan to renovate our house?"

"What's wrong with this, too rich seems alienated."

"I used to think that our family was making a fortune, and I was afraid that people would be jealous. Now that my name has been exposed, and the distance has widened, I only have envy."

After taking a mouthful of lukewarm water, Huo Yunting breathed out, "It's okay to turn inside out instead of inside out. The main thing is that we can live comfortably, right?"

Having said that, Huo Zhongde didn't say anything anymore.After all, his son was also nominated for Best Actor, not that stunned young man in the basement of Bei Piao.

Huo Yunting, who had passed the age, felt a string in his heart.

The year before last, I visited the old Juggernaut, and last year I had a face-to-face meeting with Senior Yu Hai, so who should I change this year?
Fortunately, no one came except a group of matchmakers who stepped on the threshold of their own house all day.

Chen Caiping snorted and didn't let anyone in, "These people are just waiting to climb our son's branch and become phoenixes."

Huo Zhongde deeply agrees.

They stayed away from home for more than a month, until Zhang Jizhong called again at the end of February, saying that they were going to Baodao to participate in a variety show to promote the broadcast.

The day before departure, Huo Yunting saw a short video on the Internet called "A Murder Caused by a Steamed Bun".

It's only about 20 minutes, and it's all clips and dialogues from "The Promise".

After reading it, Huo Yunting clapped his fists and realized suddenly.

"I can understand it if I cut it like this."

ps: The class is full today, and I went for a run, so let’s do it tomorrow
(End of this chapter)