Dangerous old Gong spoils me too much

"Wen Shichu, you have to be careful."

"Another scandal like the one on Weibo last time, Ling Li, you know the consequences."

In the gloomy CEO's office, the man's voice was low, and he sat on the chair with his hands crossed. The half-drawn curtains let in a ray of moonlight, making Qi Xiao's already gloomy face even colder.

Lingli remembered that when she came out of the president's office, she was shivering as if she had just come out of a freezer.

"Agent?" Wen Shichu slowly stood up from the chair: "When did this happen? Didn't I sign a free contract?"

"That's right. Although it's a free contract, the contract stipulates that during the time you're filming this movie, the company will assign you an agent as usual."

"Is this in the contract?" In fact, Wen Shichu didn't read the thick contract from beginning to end, he only knew that he was free now.

"Yes." Lingli nodded affirmatively.

Wen Shichu no longer doubted.

At this time, I was filming another scene where the second male lead wields a sword.

"Ka! Kaka! What kind of sword are you playing with? Didn't you have enough to eat? You look like Lin Daiyu! I want you to play swords, not twist Yangko!"

The male lead was called to stop more than ten times, and he said aggrievedly: "Director, Yangko twisting was popular in my Xiangta before, why don't we... let martial arts stand in for me?"

Director Jiang was so angry that his beard straightened, and he slammed the script: "Wu Dui is in place!"

—In a blink of an eye, it was almost five o'clock in the evening.

"Oops, I still have to pick up Ruan Ruan..." Wen Shichu looked at the time on his phone, then at Director Jiang not far away, who was about to explode with food, and slapped his forehead.

Although the production crew does not have a clear and unified closing time, it is common sense to wait until the director announces that work is over before leaving. Unless it is a character like the leading man and the leading woman, they can leave as soon as the filming is over. Wen Shichu has just joined the production team, and it is easy to make it easier to leave early. .

"It's okay, I've explained the situation to the director in advance." Lingli gestured that everything was OK.

Wen Shichu was slightly surprised, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Miss Lingli, I didn't expect you to help me figure it out."

For the first time, Wen Shichu realized deeply that having a reliable agent can really save a lot of troubles.

No wonder Qi Xiao hired Jiang Ming as the first assistant, and wanted to hire second and third assistants.

"It's a manager's job, hurry up, don't make Ruan Ruan wait." Ling Li smiled.

Lingli graduated as a manager before, and she had been coaching artists for the first few years when she first joined the company. Later, she was discovered by Qi Xiao, and she was directly promoted to be the second president.

help.

Wen Shichu left in a hurry and arrived at the kindergarten just in time for the cubs to leave school.

As usual, Wen Shichu held soft hands, and the father and son, under the warm red afterglow of the setting sun, elongated their figures and walked slowly towards home

At.o

The filming life in the crew was much easier than Wen Shichu imagined, and more than a month passed in a blink of an eye.

Although Wen Shichu appeared in every episode, most of the young people can pass it straight away, at most two or three reshoots can pass, so in the whole crew, Wen Shichu is probably the most idle.

Once, it was a Sunday, Ruan Ruan didn't have to go to kindergarten, and Wen Shichu stayed until the crew finished work before leaving. A male No. [-] excitedly ran over to strike up a conversation with him.

"Wen Shichu, I think you will be a big hit! You have the least number of NGs in the entire crew."

Wen Shichu smiled: "You acted very well, too."

"Hey! If only I had a unique talent like yours, but unfortunately I'm so stupid that sometimes I can't even speak lines well."

Wen Shichu smiled: "Just practice more."

"It's not a question of practicing too much. Every time I stay up all night in advance to memorize the lines, but when I get in front of the camera, I'm afraid. I still envy your talent..."

Wen Shichu still frowned and said nothing.

In fact, what talent is good? Qin Han Mingyue has been thinking about this drama since he was working at a barbecue stall a few months ago. He has watched the anime from beginning to end several times, and read the original novel back and forth. After reading it several times, every page of the script in the backpack is covered with colorful post-it notes.

Wen Shichu had rehearsed countless times in his mind how to do every shot and every expression.

Genius is actually 99% hard work plus 1% talent. [1]

Facing the male third who kept pouring bitterness on himself and boasting about his talent, Wen Shichu thought about it, in order not to arouse hatred, it is better not to reveal the hard work behind it.

Otherwise, it might hit him and make his already fragile heart worse.

On this day, Wen Shichu finished filming his scene at noon, and suddenly received a call.

— A call from the Imperial Capital Divisional Prison.

Wen Shichu stared at the prison number on the screen in a daze for a while, and when he stood up and looked up at the sky, he suddenly felt dizzy, and his body was so crooked that he could hardly stand up.

"Hey, be careful!" An anxious voice came.

Wen Shichu was in a daze and couldn't see clearly. He was helped by the owner of the voice to sit on the chair under the shade of the tree, and he recovered a little.

"Jiang Ming? Why are you here?" Wen Shichu saw the man in front of him clearly, "Is he here too?"

Generally speaking, if Jiang Ming would suddenly appear on the set, then in all likelihood, Qi Xiao would also be there.

"Ah? Which one? I don't understand what you're talking about." Jiang Ming pretended to be deaf and dumb, took out a box of medicine bottles for blood protein supplementation from his pocket, and handed it to Wen Shichu: "Hey, take a few pills." will feel better."

Wen Shichu didn't answer, and smiled slightly: "You still said he didn't come."

Jiang Ming showed embarrassment: "Mr. Wen, if you don't eat it, I will deduct my salary this month. My puppet gave birth to a cub this month, so I will eat Australian lobster after I get paid this month." Replenish your body."

Wen Shichu frowned slightly.

Big Pig's Trotter endured for more than a month, but he still came, and he really had his usual style of venting his anger at his subordinates if he disagreed with him.

Wen Shichu took out a ball and stuffed it into his mouth expressionlessly: "You can have business with your boss Qi."

Jiang Ming accepted the medicine bottle, with a troubled expression on his face: "Mr. Wen, you... are you still angry with Mr. Qi? You see Mr. Qi hasn't come to bother you for more than a month, should you let go of your anger?"

"Angry? I'm not mad at him at all."

Jiang Ming took a long breath: "That's good, that's good, then when are you going to move back..."

"If you don't come, I don't even think that there is such a person in this world." Wen Shichu interrupted Jiang Ming's words abruptly, got up directly, went to the dressing room to change clothes and left, and sent a message to the director by the way.

The director knew about Wen Shichu's having a child, so on weekdays, as long as Wen Shichu finished filming the day's scenes, he could just say hello to Director Jiang and leave immediately.

After leaving the film and television city, Wen Shichu stared at the blue sky in a daze for a while, until the phone rang again, and then his neck moved mechanically.

Another phone call from the prison.

The young man gripped the phone tightly.

Finally, it was connected.

"Are you Wen Weizhou's son, Wen Shichu?" The prison guard's cold mechanical voice came from the other end of the phone.

Wen Shichu's face stiffened.

After a while, the young man finally swallowed it like a fishbone stuck in his throat, his throat was cut open and bloody, so he muffled his throat and said 'hmm'.

Calculating the time, how old was Wen Weizhou when he was sentenced?two years old?Still three years old?

Later, when I grew up, I heard from others that Wen Weizhou was sentenced to 20 years in prison for the huge amount of money involved in the case and other charges of various sizes.

Based on this calculation, Wen Weizhou should be coming out soon.

So, now the prison guard called him to tell him to pick up Wen Weizhou home?

The memory of the three or two-year-old is already hazy. Whether it is physical or psychological, young people have never been unfamiliar with the word "father". It can even be said that if Wen Weizhou passes him by at this moment, he probably I don't know either.

When I was a child, because of carrying such a "father" who existed in name only, young people were often isolated and neglected.

So Wen Shichu's first thought was to escape.

"In this way, your father Wen Weizhou was originally released in six months before serving his sentence. However, considering his current physical condition, it was finally decided to let him be released from prison early so that he can spend his old age in peace."

"What's wrong with him?" Wen Shichu's fingers trembled slightly, and he clearly told himself not to meddle in his own business, but he still asked this question subconsciously.

"I'm sorry to tell you that Wen Weizhou was diagnosed with gastric cancer during his prison service, and the cancer cells have differentiated to an advanced stage."

- A gust of wind suddenly blew in the face, and Wen Shichu's eyes were red, astringent, and touched the tear glands.

Wen Shichu tightly closed his eyes, and opened them again after a few seconds. His eyes were as plain as water, and even a little indifferent.

"Why didn't you bother my mother?"

The prison guard's voice was troubled: "Sorry, we haven't been able to contact Wen Weizhou's wife, your mother."

Wen Shichu's skinny chest heaved a lot, his walking speed became faster and faster, and his cochlea seemed to be disturbed by ultrasonic waves, which was extremely ear-piercing.

The prison guard on the phone continued to persuade, but Wen Shichu didn't hear what he was saying clearly. When the harsh voice ended, he looked at the phone again, and the police officer on the other end of the phone had already hung up.

Wen Shichu came home in a daze, didn't eat lunch, and locked himself in the small rental house in a daze.until the evening.

In the evening, I picked up Ruanruan and went home. The little guy looked very happy today, babbling and singing the nursery rhymes he just learned today.

Wen Shichu's mind was full of thoughts, and he took the bus with Ruan Ruan in his arms. When he recovered, the bus happened to stop at the University City.

"Is Daddy going to play in college?" Ruan Ruan blinked her big innocent eyes.

Wen Shichu was stunned for a moment, then stroked his limp head: "Then go and have a look."

In fact, I passed the stop, but after thinking about it, I have come anyway, and I have plenty of time today, so I would like to take a stroll around the campus.

Wen Shichu held soft, small and tender hands, worried that he would meet another classmate with malicious intentions, so instead of going to Emperor Ying, he went to an academy of fine arts next door to Emperor Ying.

At this time, a group of college students were wearing black academic uniforms, climbing on the huge stone tablet at the school gate to take pictures.

"Come on, change your position!"

"Wait until I count 321. When I count to 1, you throw your bachelor's caps into the air."

Riding in the warm light of the rose-colored sunset, a group of college students who are about to graduate from the Academy of Fine Arts counted down their unforgettable time loudly. When the count reached 1, all of them threw their bachelor caps into the air with bright smiles.

The photo is forever frozen in this moment.

Although it is only a moment, this moment belongs to eternity.

Wen Shichu stood there blankly, staring intently, his eyes were covered with envy for a moment.

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Graduation is truly an unforgettable event.