Diamond company shoots commercials, you shoot Titanic

Chen Xiao shook his head and smiled: "No, no, everyone's jokes are cute. I like those game screenshots of "Let Chen Daodao catch wild boars". They are cute. Don't mind it."

The reporter continued to ask: "Are you sad because of "To Live"?"

"No. I..."

Chen Xiao put away his smile, lowered his eyes slightly, paused and continued: "I'm not sad, really not sad. I'm just a little tired and want to rest."

After that, Chen Xiao put down the microphone.

Hehe, I didn't tell a lie.

He's really not sad.

He is indeed a little tired and wants to rest. It's just that the degree of "a little" is almost zero.

He is a good person and doesn't lie.

...

However, these words and scenes have changed the taste when they fall into the ears of the audience in the live broadcast room.

Especially in the eyes of fans and moviegoers, his state is very similar to himself who has just finished reading a novel, depressed and tired.

But in front of the public, he can't bear to show it.

Thousands of words can only be summed up into one sentence "I'm not sad, just a little tired."

Fans and moviegoers, as well as some serious and honest people quickly spoke:

"I feel sorry for Xiaobao. Xiaobao, don't force yourself, go and relax. You have to film, run a company, and write such a hard script, how sad you must be?"

"It's really sad to see him forcing a smile."

"Young people should pay attention to rest, and the body is the capital of revolution."

"Brother? Are you kidding? Are you really sad?"

"Upstairs, do you care! If he is not sad, will he still laugh while writing?"

"Chinese Medicine Association: Tired, right? (✧◡✧) Don't be afraid, Daodao, I'm here! It's time to show real skills! Where is your home?"

...

In a residential area in the capital.

Fang Rong sat on the sofa in the living room of his home, wrinkled his nose, and shook his head in disgust.

Oh my God, Chen Xiao, you are a green tea!

This, this, this...what kind of world is this? !

Fans actually fell for this.

Five minutes ago, Chen Gou was Chen Gou. He pretended to be pitiful, and you guys are Xiao Bao?

Fang Rong pretending to be pitiful is called playing misery, but Chen Xiao pretending to be pitiful is called being wronged and forcing a smile?

Is there any fairness in this world? Is there any justice?

Speaking of which, this crew is simply a bunch of idiots.

It seems that the crew cannot do without this old man in charge. This upright old man has been gone for half a year, and everyone has gone crazy.

Especially Director Chen, who used to be a very honest person and fooled children. Now he has started to fool the audience.

Fang Rong shook his head, slapped his thigh and sighed: "People really become bad when they have money."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard his daughter shouting: "Mom, my dad said he has money and will become bad!"

Fang Rong: "???"

Mrs. Fang walked out of the study, looking puzzled, squinting at Fang Rong, "Do you think the money is too much?"

"No, no, I'm talking about Chen Xiao."

Fang Rong smiled and explained, then turned around and glared at his daughter, "Get out! Go back to school! I hate little brats your age the most!"

The daughter lowered her head and walked back to the bedroom in frustration. Before closing the door, she left a sentence: "I know. I will leave a message on Director Chen's Weibo saying that my dad Fang Rong hates you."

"Get out! Say it again, no red envelopes for the New Year!"

...

At the same time, in Peak Entertainment Company.

John felt himself break gently.

He stared at the screen and said in disbelief: "He wants to rest? He wants to rest because he is tired? Then what about our joint efforts last year, last year's meetings, and last year's plans?"

Walker also frowned and stared at the computer screen, "It's unlikely. He talked about a lot of overseas plans during the Chinese New Year last year, and then he made an art film and an animation, and that's it?"

"No, no." John stared at Chen Xiao on the screen, frowning more and more, "From previous interviews, he is telling the truth, but the truth is definitely ambiguous."

Walker sighed, leaned against the back of the sofa, and raised his arm. legs, spread his hands and said: "He said he wants to rest now, but he didn't say how long he will rest. What can we do?"

John sneered, "What can we do? When the enemy comes, the general will block the water. No matter what his next movie is, the media will suppress the reputation and control the popularity. The theaters will cooperate and lower the screening rate to prevent him from becoming popular."

"Well, I guess he also knows about the cooperation of our multiple companies. We should retreat when we know the difficulty and hide as far as we can."

...

In addition to traveling at home and abroad this year, I also plan to go to the United States to see Chazelle and check the progress of "The Grand Budapest Hotel". Maybe I will secretly visit foreign film and television production bases.

Faced with the reporter's question "Are you planning to travel? If you go, where will you go?" Chen Xiao thought so.

However, although the itinerary is confirmed, I don't want to say it, so as not to be targeted by fans.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiao replied: "Not necessarily. If I go, I will probably visit artists, see natural scenery, museums, opera houses and other places."

"Okay, thank you Director Chen." The reporter nodded slightly and sat back in his seat.

Chi Yu picked up the microphone, looked at the reporters in the audience and said with a smile: "Dear reporters, our time is almost up, and now there is one last question. If anyone wants to ask a question, please raise your hand."

After that, more than ten reporters raised their hands one after another.

Chi Yu excluded the reporters who had already asked questions and selected the reporter who raised his hand the fastest, "Please welcome this reporter in blue clothes."

The reporter in blue clothes stood up and asked, "Hello, Director Chen, I am a reporter from Penguin News. I heard that CCTV contacted you last year and wanted you to prepare a skit for this year's Spring Festival Gala. It seems that you refused, right? May I ask if there will be a chance to see your skit in the future?"

Chen Xiao nodded, "Yes. I am very grateful for the trust and invitation of the program team. But at that time, I was preparing to shoot "To Live", and I couldn't coordinate the time, so I missed that precious opportunity. I am also very sorry. This year, if there is a chance, I might write a small script."

"Okay, thank you Director Chen."

In the live broadcast room, fans and old fans were relatively calm.

But passers-by and new fans and new fans of "To Live" were a little confused.

The brother who wrote "To Live" went to write a Spring Festival Gala skit?

It's too damn scary, right?

What ghost story is this? Is this Qingming Festival?

"Next year's Spring Festival Gala: Trembling, don't come over!"

"Just now you asked for a comedy, because he almost went to the Spring Festival Gala? You dare to ask, I dare not watch."

"Hot knowledge: "Home with Kids" is also his."

"??? Are these two written by the same person?"

"Friendly reminder: "The Godly Chef Xiao Fugui" and "Farewell My Concubine" are also his. Brother Dao, the god of group annihilation, specialty: only one person is left, and all others are cut off."

"Damn, go and have fun. Don't write a skit, okay? I'm scared. Although the Spring Festival Gala skits like to play awkward, it's better than playing with knives!"