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Chapter 328 Xiaoyu, why are you here?

The filming of "Hello Li Huanying" was completed quickly.

At this time, there was less than a week left before Song Ci handed in his work.

Song Ci quickly returned to the company, stayed up for two long nights, and was busy with everything, and finally cut out this 32-minute short film.

Cai Cunyi has also been editing his science fiction movie in the company during this time.

At this moment, after Song Ci finished editing, he sat next to Song Ci and read "Hello Li Huanying" from beginning to end.

At this time, he took off his glasses, rubbed his red eyes, and said to Song Ci with emotion:
"The movie is so touching! Especially the twist at the end. I always thought that only my daughter went back to the past, but I didn't expect that my mother also went back to the past. This is so touching. The script is really well designed. OK, Lao Song!"

Song Ci picked up the water glass in front of him and took a sip, then smiled and said:
"Actually, this book is quite good as a long novel of about 100 minutes, but it was condensed a little for the competition!"

Cai Cunyi nodded and said: "I think these 30 minutes are very exquisite. It can be said to be short and concise, the rhythm is very fast, and the final twist is also very touching. It will definitely allow you to get good results in the competition!"

As he spoke, Cai Cunyi stood up and patted Song Ci's shoulder gently, with deep emotion in his eyes:
"I have been so lucky in my life to be able to be my roommate with you. Many times I have to admit that luck is worth 99% of my hard work.

"If I hadn't met you, I would probably still be at the bottom of Douban and never be able to turn around. But now, I have become a powerful director of the new generation in the world!"

Song Ci raised his foot and lightly kicked Cai Cunyi, complaining:

"Hurry up and edit your movie. I want to see how much box office your movie can get in the summer!"

While the two were laughing and joking, Liao Jie ran in and told Song Ci that Lu Song had brought the Journey to the West team to make costumes and wanted Song Ci to come and check them.

Ten minutes later, Song Ci saw Lu Song wearing a monster costume in the company's huge clothing room.

He smiled and stood in front of Song Ci: "Song Ci, look at me. Which monster do you think I am?"

Song Ci looked up and down and said, "I really can't see this!"

Several girls at the scene burst out laughing and joked at Song Ci: "Boss, can't you even read the novel you wrote?"

"Yes, I made this outfit based on your original work!"

Song Ci frowned slightly, walked around Lu Song twice, looked up and down carefully for more than ten seconds, and finally patted his forehead and said with sudden enlightenment:
"I know, you should be the Golden Horned King or the Silver Horned King!"

Lu Song immediately gave Song Ci a thumbs up:

"Yes, it is indeed King Silver Horn. Seriously, have you ever considered appearing as a monster in Journey to the West? It's the kind of monster that looks like a tree in the wind, a particularly awesome monster!"

Song Ci thought for a while, and then whispered something in Lu Song's ear.

Only the two of them heard this.

After hearing this, Lu Song raised his eyebrows and showed an expression of surprise:

"Okay, I feel like this character is quite suitable for you. And his status in the world in the story is also very consistent with your status in the world in reality."

Liao Jie and others around them saw the mysterious expressions on Song Ci and Lu Song's faces, and they all came over curiously with their little ears raised.

But Song Ci and Lu Song smiled tacitly and chose not to speak.

Song Ci drove back to his father's house in the evening.

Today, dad cooked a table of delicious dishes and was waiting for him.

But when he arrived at his father's small restaurant, he was shocked to see Li Siyu here, wearing an apron and greeting customers in the shop.

Song Ci was immediately confused.

"Xiaoyu, why are you here? When did you come? Aren't you at work? When did you meet my parents?" Song Ci stood in front of Li Siyu and asked loudly.

Li Siyu put her hand on her apron, wiped it gently, and smiled secretly with her lips pursed.

Mom came over, raised her hand and patted Song Ci, then looked at Li Siyu and smiled happily:

"You forgot, when you were still at Orange Blossom, didn't you bring Xiaoyu over for dinner many times? We became familiar with each other after two visits, but this girl was quite famous as a star before, so she didn't come here often. Yes. I have been here several times in the past few years, but you have never been there. You just happened to be back this time!"

Song Ci stared at Li Shiyu.

Li Siyu lowered his head slightly in embarrassment.

At this moment, she heard Song Chongyuan shouting from the back kitchen, and she quickly trotted in.

In the evening, Song Ci's family of four took Li Shiyu to sit at the dining table and eat together.

Mom put a big chicken leg directly into Li Siyu's bowl and said with a smile:

"Xiaoyu, we actually know your family situation. If you don't mind it, just treat us as your own home.

"You are usually too busy at work, so come here to take a rest. If nothing else, the rice cooked by your uncle should be quite to your liking.

"Come to us and we will burn whatever you want. As for your Song Ci brother, don't bother with him. He will come back or not!"

Song Ci saw a look in his mother's eyes looking at her daughter-in-law.

Song Ci instantly felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

At this time, Li Siyu put the chicken drumstick that her mother had put in her bowl and put it into Song Ci's bowl: "Brother Song Ci, you should eat it, such a big drumstick!"

Song Lanjun sat aside with a bowl in his hand, his head slightly lowered, his little ears erect, and he ate in his mouth.

That expression must be so wonderful and wonderful.

Unfortunately, no one could see it because he lowered his head.

At this time, she suddenly found Song Ci lightly kicking her under the table.

Only then did she tilt her head slightly and glance at Song Ci sideways.

Song Ci raised his eyebrows and glared at her fiercely.

The meaning was very clear. Li Siyu came to the house several times, but why didn't she notify him?

Song Lanjun hit back hard at Song Ci, immersed himself in eating and ignored Song Ci.

After everyone finished eating together, Li Siyu diligently wanted to help her mother wash the dishes, but her mother quickly refused.

Instead, Song Ci chatted with her in the living room.

Song Ci washed two apples, cut them into pieces, and handed them to Li Siyu.

She took a bite obediently, staring with a pair of innocent eyes, looking at Song Ci with a little apology on her face: "I didn't mean not to tell you..." She pouted her mouth slightly, with a hint of sadness on her cheeks. A little rosy, she looks cute but extremely aggrieved.

Song Ci sighed and said, "It's okay. As long as you don't work, it's no problem to come to my dad's house for a meal. And you don't have to be so sneaky. You can come and leave when you want. Treat this place as your home. Just like what my mother said, you know? If I feel like it doesn’t work, I’ll ask my mother to let you be my goddaughter!”

Hearing what Song Ci said, Li Shiyu stopped eating her apples and spat out vague words from her bulging cheeks:
"That's not okay, don't say that, no, no, it's really not okay!"

Song Lanjun was watering two pots of succulent flowers on the balcony, his ears kept erect, listening to the conversation between Song Ci and Li Siyu.

She had no idea that Li Siyu was coming to snatch her brother away.

She thought for a while, took out her phone, and found Tang Shi's profile picture.

Originally, she wanted to send Tang Shi a photo of Song Ci and Li Siyu sitting on the sofa.

But after much hesitation, she still shook her head helplessly.

"Brother, you should repay your own feelings... It's true, although I have to admit that you are very talented, and there will definitely be many women who are attracted to you, but you can't understand it clearly. If you know who to choose,...it's better for you to feel uncomfortable on your own, I don't care about you!"

So Song Lanjun thought.

The next day, Song Ci flew to Shangjing by plane.

At the same time, he also brought the complete film of his competition work "Hello Li Huanying".

In the afternoon, he met the head of the event organizing committee, a silver-haired old man named Li.

"Hello Song Ci, this must be the first time we have met? We have been friends for a long time! Our Chinese Story Convention has been held for the 1th time. After decades of ups and downs, there is really no such thing as , as prosperous as this year’s session is, it really attracts the attention of the whole country!”

Director Li is one of the main promoters of the rule change for this story conference.

He was very satisfied with the fact that the Storytelling Conference was able to create such an almost nationwide sensation in China after changing the rules this time.

Especially this competition can attract top domestic players like Song Ci to participate.

And he was able to get Song Ci to the finals, so he felt that he had done a great job.

At least so far it has been an unprecedented success.

Song Ci smiled and shook hands with Director Li, and the two of them walked into the studio while chatting and laughing.

Here, Song Ci handed over a copy of his work to the staff in front of Director Li.

Next, the staff will review the work frame by frame.

Make sure that there is no content in the work that is harmful to social morality and cannot be broadcast.

"Leader, I heard that our championship this time will have a grand prize? I wonder if you can reveal it in advance!" Song Ci asked Manager Li with a smile.

The person in charge said calmly: "Actually, this is not a secret. Isn't it being spread on the Internet now? It's okay to tell you, kid. If we can win the championship of the story competition this time, then it can become our local Olympic Games next year. chief director."

Song Ci was immediately pleasantly surprised: "This is actually true. I thought the rumors were all groundless! But to be honest, leader, it will only take fifteen or six months until next year's Olympics to be fully prepared. This temporary decision Isn’t it a little too late for a chief director to prepare for such a global event?”

The person in charge calmly patted Song Ci on the shoulder and said:

"The preparatory work has already begun. This so-called chief director is basically here to gild his name. Do you understand? I'm sorry to say it too clearly, but what you said in Song Ci... It doesn't matter. Can you understand? "

The person in charge looked meaningfully and pointedly at Song Ci.

Song Ci was stunned for a moment after hearing these words.

The meaning of the other party's words seemed to be that he very much hoped that he could win the championship of this year's story competition.

So that he can get the title of chief director of next year's Olympic Games to increase his status in the world?
If Song Ci is understood correctly, this is what the other party meant, right?

An awkward yet polite official smile appeared on Song Ci's face.

At this time, Director Li leaned into Song Ci's ear and said, "I will take you to meet someone tonight."

So at 8:30 pm, Song Ci followed the person in charge and got into a black car.

After driving for nearly 50 minutes, he entered a community.

Soon in a room, I saw a face that I usually only see on TV.

"Song Ci, you have finally come to me! Our country has not seen a young man as talented as you for a long, long time. It's better to see him than to hear him a hundred times!"

As soon as the other party came up, he was cordial, friendly, smiling, and amiable and hugged Song Ci.

"I didn't expect it to be you, old man. Today is so unexpected and I'm so honored!"

Song Ci has surrendered to the world for so many years, and today he is rarely nervous.

The other party motioned to Song Ci to sit down.

Then a staff member brought Song Ci a cup of tea.

The old man raised his hand to signal Song Ci to have a drink:
"I bought this tea locally when I was on a business trip to Xichuan the year before last. It tastes very good. I wonder if you like drinking tea?"

Song Ci quickly picked it up, drank it all in one gulp, then wiped his mouth gently, and then said: "It tastes good."

The other party immediately laughed: "As soon as I saw the way you swallowed the jujube and drank it, I knew that you don't usually like to drink tea, right? Hahaha!"

For the next half hour, the other party chatted with Song Ci about his music and movies in a very leisurely manner.

Finally, we focused on his China Five Thousand Years series.

The other party has countless poems and works by Su Shi, Xin Qiji, Lu You and others as treasures.

I can even recite several of these masterpieces by heart.

Finally, I especially praised Song Ci for how well the character Yue Fei was portrayed.

At the same time, he also told Song Ci that he had bought the new book Xie Lingyun.

It’s just that I haven’t had time to watch it yet.

I hope Song Ci will continue to produce better and more outstanding works in the future, and write an absolutely perfect ending to the series of Five Thousand Years of China.

Song Ci stayed here until nearly ten o'clock in the evening, then left the place in a car, a little dazed.

(End of this chapter)