The Wind of China Entertainment 2005

Chapter 327 Roadhog (-in-)

The moon is dark and the wind is high, killing people, ah no, let’s start again.

The night was dim, the stars were sparse, the yellow leaves were slowly swaying, and it was inexplicably lonely.

Father Liu walked to the balcony and opened the window. The evening breeze blew against his face and was slightly cool. He tightened his shirt.

At the entrance of the corridor opposite, the lights were flickering on and off. The familiar car hadn't come back yet, so I suddenly felt irritated and my eyebrows were wrinkled.

He caught up with the unemployment wave in his early years and left the factory. After discussing with his wife, he took his savings for many years and went into business to take a gamble.

After going through hardships along the way, it is not too successful, but it is reasonable, and it falls into the category of less than better than more than good.

He felt that his life was like walking on thin ice. He walked a journey, expected a journey, looked back, and failed.

I thought that after being in business for many years, I would be well-informed and experienced in the world, but I didn't expect to catch eagles all day long, but I was pecked in the eye by the eagle.

Lu, you deserve to die!

It was dark at the end of the community, and there was still no car coming in. He sighed helplessly.

Back in the living room, my wife was watching TV, and a familiar face flashed across the screen.

"Change the channel!"

He said unhappily: "Why are you watching "Small House"? Beckham is such a coward. Just seeing it gives you a headache."

Mother Liu was wearing a jet-black facial mask, her black and white eyes glanced at him, she held the remote control and pressed it lightly.

"Auntie, you've really made progress. You can find out everything about the corners of your head."

Well, it's "Latent", and Yu Zecheng coaxes Cuiping in a low voice.

"Is there nothing else?" Father Liu leaned on the sofa like an uncle and continued to be depressed.

Mother Liu pressed the remote control again.

"Xu Sanduo, I am your prisoner. These weapons should be controlled by you, if you are really on the battlefield."

"Change again."

"This is the chief disciple of Qingwei Sect, Xu Changqing."

"Change again!"

Throwing the remote control on the sofa, Mother Liu said angrily: "You can adjust it yourself if you want to finish it."

Father Liu frowned, wanting to retaliate, but noticed her dark face, picked up the remote control, and whispered in a low voice: "Adjust it yourself."

""Crossing Guandong", "Latent", "Dwelling in a Dwelling", "Human Love", "Magic Phone"."

"What is the situation with these TV stations? Have they been discussed? Can't they change the show to one without that little brat?"

"Who made him popular? The media called him Roadhog and Lu Baping. Even the TV stations wanted to catch him." Liu's mother pulled the mask on her face.

"Snail House" became a big hit, and various TV stations once again promoted the film and television drama starring Lu Yuan. Not to mention, the ratings were pretty good.

"Don't watch anymore!" Liu's father snapped the TV off, lay down on the sofa, folded his hands on his chest, and turned over to face the wall.

Seeing him sulking there, Mother Liu smiled and comforted her: "What's the rush? Didn't Shi Shi say that she would go shopping with Tang Yan in the morning?"

She observed Lu Yuan privately for a long time and was quite satisfied. Since her daughter liked it, she didn't interfere much and just let nature take its course.

Such a big girl is not blind.

"Then I should come back in the afternoon. I won't answer the phone."

"It's already night now." The more Father Liu thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable and got up from the sofa.

"No, I'll go to the balcony and take a look."

On the other side, the two of them slowly returned to the community.

Liu Shishi looked up at the bright lights of his home, feeling panicked.

Last night I said on the phone that I would come back in the morning, which turned into noon, then afternoon, and then evening.

Coveting for temporary happiness will inevitably leave behind hidden disasters, as the ancients said. She didn't know how to explain it to her parents later.

The car turned off, Lu Yuan took out the key, unbuckled his seat belt, and asked with a smile: "Have you thought of a reason?"

Liu Shishi had a frown on his face and was in a very unhappy mood. Seeing that he was smiling so much that he deserved a beating, he raised his fists and punched him.

"You're still laughing, it's all your fault. You promised to come back in the morning, but you insisted on carrying me up."

"But around two o'clock, when I told you to come back, you weren't happy."

Lu Yuan glanced at her thigh, raised his arm, looked at his watch, and tutted: "It's almost seven o'clock."

"Almost five hours."

"You still said, you also said, I'll beat you to death." Liu Shishi felt his cheeks get hot. Thinking of those embarrassing scenes, his body became weak and he became angry. He turned over and sat on his lap, pinching and pinching.

Lu Yuan raised his head, letting his fragrant long hair sweep around his face, and said in a long voice, "Young man, please be restrained."

"Don't say it, it's obviously you." Liu Shishi reached out to cover his mouth.

"Keep squinting your eyes. It's you who's moaning and groaning." He turned his face away.

"Yeah, yeah, be gentle, be gentle, wrong, wrong."

"Hmph, I'll bite you to death."

Lu Yuan pulled his collar down and looked at the two rows of particularly conspicuous tooth marks on his collarbone through the rearview mirror. He regretted it. Well, why did you mess with her?

"How do you explain why you asked me to go back now?"

The corners of Liu Shishi's mouth turned up in a beautiful curve, like a blooming daffodil.

"I don't mind you."

"I'd say he was bitten by a dog, but that doesn't look like it." He gestured blindly.

"Hmph!" Liu Shi gave him a roll of his eyes, swung his ponytail, opened the door neatly and jumped out.

Lu Yuan got out of the car and waited for her to disappear at the entrance of the corridor. When she turned around, he suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.

Instinctively, it seemed that someone was secretly watching him. When he turned around, his eyes met with someone upstairs.

Gan!

It's Liu Shishi's father.

The balcony window was open, and Father Liu was holding a cup, condescendingly staring at him with wide eyes.

He could see clearly that the two people actually got off the driver's side.

Lu Yuan nodded and bowed, saying hello to his father-in-law. The night was hazy and hazy, and with the light behind him, he couldn't see his specific face clearly even from a distance.

It probably won't look too good.

Speaking of which, when my brother-in-law chased the old woman, the whole family was quite satisfied.

His father was the only one who was depressed all day long, making all kinds of mistakes. He knew that the boy was a good person, but he just didn't give him a good look.

Well, I will go back to my brother-in-law for advice.

Lu Yuan took out the key, thought for a moment, took two steps back, and knocked on the old woman's door.

I don't have any other meaning, just to make ends meet, I'm lazy at night, I don't want to start a group.

My brother-in-law opened the door, and when he entered the house, the family had just finished eating noodles.

The little guy didn't show whether he was eating or not. He held one with chopsticks, raised his hand high, and opened his mouth to catch it.

Lu Yuan passed by, bent down, and bit it off in one bite.

The little guy blinked and picked up another one.

Lu Yuan grabbed it again.

After going back and forth several times, she was so angry that she screamed.

"Okay, stop teasing her, she's stupid to begin with." Lu Jia was speechless.

"Mom is talking nonsense, I'm not stupid!" The little guy learned the lesson and buried his face in the bowl. He raised his head when he heard the words, frowning his thick eyebrows, and there were noodles hanging from the corners of his mouth.

Lu Jia: "."

Lu Yuan went to the kitchen and filled a large bowl.

Pick up some noodles, roll them on the chopsticks, turn them into a small dough, then stuff them into your mouth and chew them with big mouthfuls.

The old woman's craftsmanship is indeed much better than his.

At the dinner table, his brother-in-law Zhou Mingyuan stared at his neck and hesitated to speak.

Lu Yuan felt uncomfortable and asked, "What are you looking at? Go watch your own wife." "What's wrong with you? Big stars don't let people see you?" Lu Jia protected her husband.

"As long as you are happy." Lu Yuan shut up.

"What's wrong with your neck?"

"I fell down."

"Thrown it into someone's mouth?"

Lu Yuan: "."

Lu Jia dealt with two mouthfuls of noodles, teased her son in the stroller, and asked, "By the way, you have been with this girl for so long, have you ever given her anything as a gift?"

Lu Yuan recalled that since the two met, it seemed that he had never given the girl anything valuable.

"Otherwise, I'll buy it for you," Lu Jiada said.

Lu Yuan was surprised. The old woman showed great mercy today, but the iron tree could not bloom.

"You pay."

Lu Yuan: "."

The little guy ate absent-mindedly, sometimes sighing, sometimes picking his nose, catching a glimpse of the tooth mark on his uncle's collarbone, leaning his little head over and blowing air.

"Uncle, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Lu Yuan pinched her chubby face and pushed it away. His hands were sticky and he said with disgust: "You are full of oil, stay away."

Yaoyao pouted her lips and shook her head in disbelief.

The old woman ate in a hurry and started to make milk powder for the little one. She saw that the noodles in her daughter's bowl had not disappeared for a long time. She looked around and said with a face: "Can you eat well and work hard?"

The little guy pouted: "Mom, I don't like noodles."

“What do you want to eat if you don’t eat noodles?”

"I want to eat roast duck." Her eyes narrowed.

The old woman refused: "No, it's not hygienic. You'll gain weight if you eat too much."

"But my classmate's family eats roast duck every day."

"They still get perfect scores on the exams, how about you?"

Zhou Yaoyao was stunned by her old mother until she was speechless. She buried herself in her rice, her pigtails dangling.

The old woman took spoonfuls of milk powder and muttered: "One spoonful is a dollar and a half, a cup is ten spoons. This is all money. Some people are big-ass, but it is not easy to make money, and they still dislike eating noodles."

The little guy understood that he was talking about her.

So he swung his short legs, slid down from the chair, and grabbed the spoon under the puzzled eyes of his old mother.

"What are you going to do?"

She held the spoon and scooped a spoonful into the milk powder jar. Her hands shook, leaving about half a spoonful, and she poured it into her brother's bottle.

"Mom, look, all you have to do is pour, ten minus one, minus two."

She counted on her fingers for a long time, held up three fingers, and said: "Just three spoons is enough, and then add more water."

Lu Jia: "."

The little nephew's round eyes were fixed on his good sister, his fleshy little fists were clenched hard, and he was mouthing "Aba, Aba, Aba".

Zhou Mingyuan covered his face, this girl has been smart since she was a child.

The next day, Lu Yuan originally planned to sleep in.

After all, he was too tired yesterday and faced his girlfriend's request.

Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room sofa, all open at N degrees, even a donkey needs a rest.

Unexpectedly, a phone call from Cai Yinong in the early morning made him unable to sleep again.

The script outline of "Step by Step" was rejected by Radio and Television.

Talking about the production process of a TV series, after confirming that the company has the qualifications to produce and distribute TV series.

After selecting a good script, go to the relevant unit to apply with a "Radio and Television Program Production and Operation License" and a synopsis describing the theme, main characters, historical background, storyline, etc. of the play.

If the application is approved, the producer will sign a letter of intent for cooperation with the screenwriter, director, cameraman, and other main creators.

After that comes the financing, team building, casting, determining the filming location, filming, post-production, and distribution.

During his last trip to the Magic City, he and Cai Yinong discussed it and the result was that the heroine was decided to be Liu Shishi.

When the script is released, and if the quality is acceptable, he will then consider whether to play the male lead.

He has been thinking about whether he should star in this drama for a long time. With his current status on the small screen, it is indeed not suitable for him to star in this kind of costume drama.

But thinking of Liu Shishi, he hesitated.

Just like the outcome was determined the moment the coin was thrown, hesitation meant that he already had the answer in his heart.

Of course, the premise is that the script passes the test and Liu Shishi's performance can be praised.

The two reached a rough agreement. If he starred, he would become a shareholder in the form of remuneration, copyright, and some funds. At the same time, the network copyright would belong to him.

The specific investment proportion will have to wait until the script is released, the remuneration is finalized, the actors are finalized, and the approximate investment amount is estimated before making a decision.

As for the script, Tang Ren wants to adapt it according to the original work of "Bu Bu Jing Xin" and take the clear-cut route.

When he proposed that the script be fictitious, Cai Yinong said that it was completely fictitious and that it was historical nothingness. There was a high probability that Radio and Television would not allow the script to pass review.

But the copyright was in his hands, and Cai Yinong didn't refuse.

He asked screenwriter Wang Lizhi to draft an outline of an imaginary script based on the original work. The background of the dynasty was the previous dynasty of the Tiansheng Dynasty in his dream, Dacheng.

As a result, the review really failed, and the reason was precisely the emptiness of history.

What Tsai Yinong means is that, except for themes about ancient gods and demons, radio and television allow movies and TV dramas to be semi-fictional, but not completely fictional.

The so-called semi-empty, rigid rule must be covered by the cloak of a historical dynasty, which can be Tang, Song, Ming, or Qing.

TV partly reflects history, but it is not the real history, so it is okay to change some things.

But if it were completely changed, it would be called illusion and nothingness.

At least a certain period of history must be used as a background, and it must not be divorced from history.

In 2006, the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television restricted historical dramas.

The reason is that costume dramas involve too much dramatization and falsification of history.

For example, some familiar historical figures and major historical events.

The adaptations are overly fictitious, have too much drama, and some completely tamper with history.

The consequences of this can easily confuse history, especially for some minors, and have a very bad impact on them.

There are also some problems with historical dramas. In terms of grasping some emperors and generals, there is a deviation in handling their positions in history, and parts of history are changed beyond recognition.

In short, the stand-alone version of "Bu Bu Jing Xin" was rejected.

So next, he had to fly to the Magic City again to discuss with Cai Yinong and others which historical dynasty he should wear.

Put aside personal preferences and make your choice from the perspective of interests.

A phone call made him completely sleepless. After washing up, he was about to go downstairs for a walk when he heard a commotion next door.

He knocked on the door and saw the little guy wearing kawaii pajamas, with disheveled hair, rolling on the sofa.

The brother-in-law held the clothes in his hand and looked helpless.

The old woman cursed: "Go to school, if you don't wear clothes, I'll beat you."

"Mom, I have a headache all over." The little guy said weakly. She always made excuses.

This reason was directly laughed at by Lu Yuan and asked: "How many heads do you have?"

Yaoyao pouted her mouth and stretched out her fingers to count: "Headache, forehead pain, nose pain, tongue pain, fingers pain."

She lay on the sofa, stretched out her fat white feet, curled them up, and said, "My toes also hurt."

I go! !

Talent!

"Zhou, Yao, Yao!!!"

"The Road of Labor and Capital in Shu."

　Happy New Year!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)