Chinese 2006 starts with the Beijing Film Academy Art Examination

If Yang Lingyue was still 18-year-old Yang Lingyue, he would have been involved in a family dispute that was not big or small, and ended with his mother Liu Qingna's victory.

Yang Lingyue spoke slowly (xiache):

"My biological mother, with my grades, I can barely get into a second-tier college or an ordinary university, but it's different when I take the art exam. My score is low, and I've seen the test questions for the film academy's art exam. It's very simple. . Think about it, I went to film school, and after I graduated, I couldn’t get into any of the TV stations in our province. They were all suitable, and I didn’t want to be a big director.”

Dad Yang Wenchang said with a smile on the side: "What my son said is true. I interviewed a TV station that day, and it was really easy to get accepted, but you still have to take the exam."

Liu Qingna was not moved at all and glared at her husband.

"That's right, it's so easy as you said. Everyone has taken the exam."

Yang Lingyue pretended to be pitiful and said: "Let me give it a try. I saw it. The registration fee is about 200 yuan. The exam will be taken in Kyoto in the first month, which only takes about ten days. If you fail to pass the exam, it will not delay the admission to other universities."

"Whatever you want to try. When I was a freshman in high school, I said I wanted to learn programming. I gave you a computer. After buying it, you can watch movies and play games. It costs more than 10,000 yuan. Besides, this is the critical moment for sprinting. Let alone more than ten days. Does it take time to prepare? Don’t even think about it.”

Liu Qingna choked, and even now she feels distressed when she thinks about the computer.

Yang Lingyue thought to himself: If it hadn't been for this computer, how would he have worked part-time as a UP host in the film and television area, making more money than working, and even learned programming, but it was useless.

Sighing secretly, I could only cut it off first and tell it later. As it became an established fact, my mother just accepted it.

It was like buying a computer secretly with his father. Although his mother felt distressed, she looked at her son's joy and did not say anything about returning it.

In this way, Yang Lingyue signed up for Nortel's directing department art exam. Since then, he has been studying like a good boy. Although he still has the memory today, he still needs to review the cultural classes.

With the 3,000 yuan I had saved, I boarded the train from Dragon City to Kyoto on the pretext of going out to relax with friends for two days and then come back during the Lantern Festival.

Back at the small hotel where the room rate was 100 yuan a day, Yang Lingyue used the front desk phone to call his mother's convenience store. It rang for a while before he picked up.

"mom."

Liu Qingna gave change to the customer who bought glutinous rice balls, and said quickly: "Say, I'm busy."

"Let's talk first, don't worry. I took the directing test in Kyoto and passed it for the first time, with full marks and first place." Yang Lingyue said tentatively, even though he was in his thirties, he was still a little timid.

Liu Qingna felt dizzy

"Hmm, ah? Where did you say you were?".

So Yang Lingyue repeated what he had just said, and said that he would have to go back a few days later to take the reexamination.

Liu Qingna was filled with various emotions. She was angry that her son, who never told lies, lied to her, worried that her son, who had never traveled far away alone, was alone in Kyoto, and was also surprised that her son had won the first place in the exam just now.

"Sister Liu, please pay."

A female customer in a community looked at the usually capable and enthusiastic Sister Liu holding the phone, standing behind the cashier with blank eyes, and waved the goods in her hand.

"Oh, oh." Liu Qingna retracted her thoughts. She usually scanned the QR code to check out (1) very skillfully, but now she frequently made mistakes in her mental arithmetic.

After finally dismissing the customer, Liu Qingna spoke to the phone, but heard a beeping sound.

I called back again, but a middle-aged woman's voice answered the phone, saying it was Guangming Hotel.

After Liu Qingna asked for the address, she calmed down and called her husband again.

"Come to the store quickly, something serious has happened."

"What's the matter? I'm driving."

"Cut the nonsense and hurry up."

With that, Liu Qingna hung up the phone.

Yang Wenchang, who has been driving a taxi for more than 20 years, has long been calm. However, listening to his wife's urgent tone, he refueled and quickly sent the passengers in the car. He looked at the suspension sign and drove to the Affordable convenience store at the entrance of the community.

"Why are you so powerful?"

As soon as Yang Wenchang entered the store, he heard his wife sitting there muttering and asked: "Why did you call me back when there are so many customers?"

"Something serious has happened."

When Liu Qingna saw her husband, she calmed down for the most part, and then repeated what her son had called her.

"How dare you say he does this?"

Yang Wenchang said happily: "As expected of his son."

Immediately, he felt the murderous look in his wife's eyes, and said comfortingly: "Hey, you are such an adult and you are still a boy. There is nothing to worry about."

"Did you know before? Did you give him money?" Liu Qingna's voice sounded like a firecracker.

Yang Wenchang waved his hand quickly: "No, if he told me, I could not tell you."

"No, we have to go to Kyoto. What can he eat outside alone? It's cold now. What should I do if he's frozen?" Liu Qingna said and was about to pack her things.

"good."

After being together for twenty years, Yang Wenchang knew his wife's personality and habits. If she didn't go, she would be unable to sleep and eat poorly. So what if the business was good recently? What was important about having a son.

So, at eight o'clock in the evening, Yang Lingyue, who was eating instant noodles and reviewing books, met his parents who had traveled six hours in a green leather car to Kyoto.

Then he received a sharp beating. His father, Yang Wenchang, who usually acted as the mediator, was sitting on the bed with a serious face and said nothing.

"You dead kid, you've grown up and dared to run away from home." Liu Qingna cried, slapping Yang Lingyue's back again and again.

Yang Lingyue just smiled. He had never been treated like this since he graduated from college in his previous life.

An hour later.

In the small restaurant next to the hotel, Liu Qingna picked up some food for her son, and Yang Wenchang poured a glass of wine for his son, because they really felt that their son had grown up, because their son said seriously and firmly:

"Dad, Mom, I like movies, I have always liked them, even if I don't pass the exam this time, I will repeat the year and continue to take the exam. I have never been so determined since I grew up."

The next day, the family of three went to Kyoto. Of course, the first place they went to was the Beijing Film Academy campus. His parents confirmed that Yang Lingyue's first place in the preliminary exam was in a good mood, and they went to Tiananmen Square and the Forbidden City.

It's strange to say that Yang Lingyue had been to Kyoto countless times in his previous life, but he had never been to these two places once.

Like many people living in Kyoto, when they first came, they thought they were not in a hurry and had plenty of time to go.

But after more than ten years, they still haven't been there.

Yang Wenchang and Liu Qingna left by train that night. They had nothing to worry about now. Instead of waiting here and disturbing their son's review, they might as well go back.

They left 3,000 yuan for Yang Lingyue and moved to a slightly better fast hotel near Beijing Film Academy.

They left Liu Qingna's Nokia 5300 push-pull mobile phone for easy communication, but didn't buy one for Yang Lingyue, saying that they would buy one after the college entrance examination.

Yang Lingyue thought to himself, I don't plan to ask you for tuition fees in the future, let alone a mobile phone.