Son of the Bone

They ended up taking only five days off.

A certain Ms. Jiang, who did not want to be named, said that with so many of you in the hospital, you can't help speed up the healing of the bones, so it's better to go back to work earlier.

However, as the car accident continued, there were relatives and friends who came to see the doctor from all walks of life.

Almost half of the people in the entertainment industry rushed over by plane one after another, and the door was like a flower shop.

Originally, Qi Lin thought that the pile of gifts at the door of his dormitory was already exaggerated, but the various things brought by the stars almost had to hire someone to help carry them away.

Since both Jiang Yanzhi and Bai Ping are here, their respective circles of friends and relatives will also come to visit and comfort them.

Fruit baskets and flower baskets are regular gifts. All kinds of health care products and nutritional products are almost delivered in boxes. There are also other prayer beads for peace and blessings from various temples and Taoist temples. Some people even bring their personal doctors to help confirm The correctness and validity of the prescription.

When some big bosses come, other unscrupulous people will also find ways to rub it, trying to make the people guarding the downstairs of the hospital also be able to take pictures of them. These people are "very good".

It's even busier than the red carpet at a film festival.

The doctor suggested and warned repeatedly, and finally the ward was only open for a limited time, and Bai Ping and Jiang Jue had to thank and deal with it one by one.

Occasionally, they were too busy, and would pretend to chat with the 'weak' Ms. Jiang, hiding in the ward to avoid some over-enthusiastic guests.

Under such circumstances, Professor Yan finally flew over from time to time.

Jiang Huang's assistant was soft on the phone, but when he heard Professor Yan's name, he didn't have much impression. He didn't feel like someone from the entertainment industry, so he asked Jiang Yanzhi for his opinion.

"Yan—Professor Yan?!" Jiang Yanzhi almost choked on porridge when he heard these three words.

"Is it your acquaintance?" The assistant asked uncertainly, "If you don't want to see me, I'll block it for you?"

"No—it can't be blocked," Bai Ping next to him also looked nervous: "How about I take Jiang Jue out to hide, no, go back to the crew to see the situation?"

"Where can I hide!" Jiang Yanzhi said with a headache: "In this way, I will pretend to rest and rest, and you two will help deal with it, and send the old man back to teach!"

"Professor Yan?" Jiang Jue asked blankly, "Is he not on good terms with you?"

How can I have a good or bad relationship with the teacher in charge...

The old professor Yan Siyan was too old, and he walked tremblingly. When he came here with a cane, he had to walk for a while to go upstairs and rest for a while.

When Jiang Yanzhi heard that he was downstairs, he struggled violently for a while, and discussed with Director Bai Ping Bai whether to pretend to be asleep for a long time.

Back then when she ran away from morning exercises to pretend that her aunt was in pain, she called Teacher Yan and didn't pretend to be there.

In the end, Bai Ping led Jiang Jue downstairs to pick up the old professor, even with the appearance of a good student.

The two of them greeted Professor Yan respectfully and almost at the same time, even the little nervous expressions were the same.

Jiang Jue had lived for 20 years, and this was the first time he saw his father showing such an expression.

The old professor's hair is gray, his wrinkles are like chapped bark, and his age spots are quite obvious.

When he saw Jiang Jue, his eyes were quite kind, but when he glanced at Bai Ping, he became a little serious, and the teacher's demeanor returned instantly.

The last time I saw Professor Yan was during the qualification examination.

As soon as he saw Professor Yan being helped over, Bai Ping greeted him with a doggy face, holding the hand of the former grade director and trying to ask for his health.

When he was studying at the Shi Theater, he not only dozed off while drawing villains in his class, but also abducted schoolgirls two grades lower. Even after graduation, he didn't let the old man worry too much.

"How is the smoke?"

Bai Ping glanced at Jiang Jue who was behind him, and the latter answered naturally, "Still recovering, with multiple fractures."

Until the three of them wandered to the door, Qi Lin at the other end just came to visit Aunt Jiang with chicken soup, and was quite surprised when he saw them.

"This is our dean...Professor Yan." Jiang Jue winked at him, then turned to look at Professor Yan, and helped to introduce: "He is also my classmate, named Qi Lin."

Qi Lin quickly greeted him rather obediently, but the old professor didn't respond, instead he took a look at him and Jiang Jue.

When Bai Ping noticed that he showed this expression, his eyebrows twitched subconsciously, with a bad premonition.

"You two, you are dating." The old man said slowly, "You haven't graduated from university yet, so you started?"

Qi Lin almost lost his grip on the thermos, and glanced at Bai Ping in a panic, and the latter had an expression of 'you're going to recruit it'.

Jiang Jue originally thought that his parents were so aware that no one could tell a lie, but now he also panicked: "Yan—Professor Yan, I am not what you think he is..."

The old man was not angry either, but smiled while holding the willow cane.

"When your parents were asked that question back then, their expressions were exactly the same as yours now."

Bai Ping touched his nose and glanced at his wife lying in the ward.

It is estimated that she is now waiting to go to the examination room.

"Okay, I'll talk about you two young people later." Mr. Yan turned and entered the ward: "Bai Ping, stand outside and wait."

"Okay, can I get you a glass of water?"

"Need not."

The three of them stood silently outside, and no one dared to go in and listen.

Jiang Yanzhi is still immobilized with his limbs like a specimen today. He can't even turn over freely when sleeping, and usually relies on Lao Bai to help scratch it.

As soon as she saw Mr. Yan, she forced a smile: "I should be the one to see you. You're coming here by plane...I'm so embarrassed."

"I've finished watching "Dragon Blood Seal"." Yan Si caught a glimpse of her expression and felt relieved. He just sat down slowly while leaning on the table, and said unhurriedly: "Jiang Jue's performance—no Like you taught me."

Jiang Yanzhi guessed that he wanted to mention this matter as soon as he opened his mouth, and couldn't tell whether the words were praise or derogation, so he tried to ease the atmosphere with a smirk: "I don't have the nerve to teach him, I haven't acted for many years, and I don't know how to act." Don't worry too much."

"You should teach me too. This child is quite spiritual." Yan Si raised his eyebrows and snorted: "It's you, what's wrong with you back then, what's wrong with you now, if you want to go back to the theater to grind your tongue, I'll give it to a transfer student The location allows you to listen carefully to the class."

Jiang Yanzhi was almost unafraid when he yelled at the reporter and the paparazzi, but now when he listened to the old man talking about it, he was as cowardly as Bai Ping. The old man chanted for a while without daring to interrupt, so he almost took a notebook beside him Remember the point.

It seems that when you are a teacher for a long time, you will have such a problem. When you talk about something, you can associate it infinitely, and it is a bit fierce.

Mr. Yan made a complete detour, from criticizing her regress in her lines to talking about the poor ecology of the film industry, and then talking about where and where Jiang Jue should start teaching this child, and finally came back again.

"I heard that when you had an accident, you almost lost your breath." He stroked his beard with his hand, and said slowly, "I've been teaching for so many years, but I really don't have many students who are decent."

After graduation, many people realize how difficult it is to climb up in this industry, and how impossible it is to become famous overnight. Some people change careers, and some become teachers.

There are actually very few people who really inherit the mantle of the old man and carry it forward.

"Don't say that either." Jiang Yanzhi said in a gentle tone, "I'll let him take the entrance exam for your graduate degree soon after Xiaojue graduates soon. A few more hairs."

The old man laughed and waved his hand.

Half an hour later, Yan Si staggered out on crutches, Bai Ping went over to hand a cup of hot water, and asked carefully: "Which hotel are you staying in? I will send someone to drive you there later."

Professor Yan didn't answer, but looked at the two of them, and said unhurriedly: "Are they all from Shi Theater?"

When Qi Lin was waiting outside, he had already listened to Bai Ping's scientific popularization of various deeds of the old man back then, and responded respectfully.

The old man sat down slowly on the bench, held his crutches and said slowly: "Does Mom and Dad know about the two of you?"

Jiang Jue nodded, and Qi Lin shook his head.

"I haven't figured out how to tell them." Qi Lin glanced at Jiang Jue and said frankly, "She used to talk about how to teach her granddaughter to study medicine."

He didn't know how to get her to accept this fact.

When Jiang Jue heard these words, his expression changed.

Yan Si didn't comment on this matter, but only glanced at Bai Ping who was standing next to him, who didn't even know where to put his hands, then looked at the two young people and said, "Are you talking for fun, or are you planning to get married?"

This bill has not yet been opened in China, but it is nothing new to go abroad to obtain a certificate or even have a child.

Jiang Jue hesitated for a moment, but still said: "I haven't thought about this problem yet."

They are just 20 years old now.

The word marriage is indeed a bit too far away.

Yan Si squinted at them, probably due to old age, even the eyeballs were cloudy.

"Is it just so muddled?" He asked back: "There is no plan, no idea, just... let nature take its course?"

Qi Lin subconsciously wanted to block such a sharp question for Jiang Jue, but felt unable to follow the words.

"It's still early." Bai Ping tried to smooth things over: "It's such a long time since marriage..."

The old man only glanced at him, and the latter immediately shut up.

At that time, they were hesitant to decide whether to divide or combine. If it hadn't been for the old professor's advice, Bai Ping would not have suddenly realized what he wanted.

If it wasn't for Professor Yan, there might not be Jiang Jue at all now—Bai Ping would continue to drink and smoke while filming movies like a prodigal son, and Jiang Yanzhi might also be lost in Vanity Fair.

"Of course it's easy, and nothing happened now."

Yan Si let himself be supported by the crutches, took a breath and said slowly: "But something really happened, and it may be too late to make a decision at that time."

He raised his head and looked at the two thin and tall young men: "It's always a good thing to understand life."

Qi Lin opened his mouth to say something, but finally nodded and accompanied Bai Ping to send him down.

-2-

On the fifth day, another unexpected guest came to visit with their children.

Bai Ping's old friend Liu Hongjun came to visit with his son, and Wei Feng followed behind him.

Qi Lin froze for a moment when he saw Liu Xi, looked at Liu Hongjun and said, "Didn't you say... your son is about to graduate?"

Why did you bring a child here?

The child Liu Hongjun was holding was only three or four months old when he was ten years old. He was obviously still childish and ignorant, but he had a strange and cold aura.

His eyes are clear and clear, and his half-long hair was tied a little by his father. Although he is not talkative and introverted, his eyes are quite delicate when he meets people.

"Already graduated," Liu Hongjun knew the kid he met in the cigar room last time, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I wanted him to take the CAT test, but he was not old enough to sign up, so I sent him abroad to study for graduate school." Bar."

"Father," Liu Xi whispered, "You can't use the word throw in front of me."

"Send—it's a gift," Liu Hongjun corrected, "It's easy to say."

Bai Ping leaned over and pinched his rosy little face, and said with a smile, "Thank you for coming to see me and Aunt Jiang, come back to our house for dinner."

Liu Xi nodded seriously, and whispered, "Will I have strawberry egg tart next time?"

"You are already ten years old, don't just worry about eating," Liu Hongjun patted the back of his head: "Go and talk to Aunt Jiang."

After Liu Xi went in to eat snacks and chat, he sat next to the bench with Wei Feng and the others, and took a look at the pile of presents that had piled up again: "How many people will come to see this?"

"It's almost the same as when Xiaojue was full moon back then." Bai Ping shrugged, and looked at Wei Feng who was sitting next to him: "You brought old Wei here too, is there something wrong? Are you looking for me?"

"No, I'm looking for Jiang Jue." Wei Feng smiled awkwardly, and said tentatively, "I'm not planning to make a TV series—"

"You? Filming a TV series?" Bai Ping rubbed his ears: "Did I hear you wrong?"

"After "The Way of the Stars" was sold at the box office, Lao Wei shared a large amount of money from the box office." Liu Hongjun was addicted to cigarettes, touched his pocket and pushed his hand back: "He suddenly understood."

There is indeed a difference between having money and not having money.

Wei Feng's family background is good, but this family background is good, which means that there are several houses at the time, and even if he is unemployed, he can eat and drink well.

But it is obviously impossible for him to build a Bailuan City for himself like Jiang Sun, with hundreds of millions of dollars in hand to invest and film casually.

Because Wei Feng never kneels and licks the patrons, he is always struggling with money when filming. Props need money, sets need money, extra money is a lot of money for a day, and the budget has never been enough.

But "The Way of the Stars" caught off guard and suddenly became popular, directly giving him a box office of 16 billion, and even countless investors and producers rushed to give him money, so that he could shoot such a phenomenal work again.

Jiang Jue's affairs were blocked by the company, and he rarely appeared on Weibo and other programs, and concentrated on filming Bai Ping's new movie.

If it is an ordinary starlet, I am afraid that he will be exhausted on the way to various studios at this moment.

After pondering for a long time, Wei Feng decided to use their mutual friend as a lobbyist.

"You also want to make a TV series?" Bai Ping looked at him with a funny face: "Let's not talk about how to make this TV series, what is the subject matter?"

"Sitcom!" Wei Feng patted his chest and said, "I will lead the team to write it myself!"

Jiang Jue sat beside him without making a sound the whole time, watching his father's expression.

"Xiaojue won't be free until April next year at least." Bai Ping said unhurriedly, "Can you wait here?"

"I have to finish recruiting people in February next year." Wei Feng usually looks like a barbet, but now he is quite honest in front of Director Bai: "If you are willing to let people go, you can just wait another year. .”

Bai Ping didn't help to make a decision, but glanced at Jiang Jue.

After the filming of "Fairy Painting" is finished, he will take a break from filming for a while, and accompany his wife to do rehabilitation training, and then go abroad with her for a period of recuperation.

For at least three or four years, he wouldn't give Jiang Jue any more film appointments.

Jiang Jue himself had never considered acting in a TV series.

There are actually too few domestic TV dramas that can stand out.

TV dramas are sold by episode. In order to make more money, many dramas either use the plot or add supporting roles. What can be finished in 70 episodes will take more than [-] episodes to finish.

Compared with fantasy urban dramas adapted from popular IPs, sitcoms are more difficult.

If you want to make a successful sitcom, shooting skills are secondary, and the plot and narrative skills must be very solid.

Whether it is the background setting, the gradually enriched characters, or the dense interspersed stalks in each episode, it is quite a test of skill.

The writing is good, it means that Xiaoguo keeps serving good dramas, which can make the audience cry and want to watch the second and third seasons after watching it.

If the writing is not good, it will be reduced to a pile of various Weibo jokes and Internet jokes, and the inferior quality can only please a small part of the audience who eat whatever they want.

It is precisely because the characters are too difficult to construct, to constantly create contradictions and conflicts, and to come up with all kinds of interesting stalks, some screenwriters plagiarize American dramas and British dramas, and take down those plots and translate them for the actors Act against.

Like "Love Apartment", even the plagiarism of copying and pasting frame by frame, even the various American features in American dramas are forcibly used in domestic scripts with completely different national conditions and customs, but they can also make people laugh more than.

"Let me decide after reading the script." Jiang Jue thought for a while and said, "If it's still possible, I will give you an answer as soon as possible."

Hearing his words, Wei Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

It is difficult for many movie stars to condescend and condescend to agree to act in TV dramas because of their figure and style.

Bai Ping didn't stop him, and Jiang Jue himself was thinking about the problem from the perspective of the script, and things were much better than he expected.

They sat together and chatted for a long time, and then greeted and said goodbye again when the doctors and nurses came to change the medicine and check.

Liu Xi hugged Jiang Jue and rubbed his hand, and whispered, "My father and his company are developing a simulation helmet. When it's ready, I'll be the first to send it to you to play with."

Jiang Jue was amused by him, and nodded seriously: "Let's play together then."

People gradually left.

Jiang Jue and Qi Lin also returned to the film crew to start filming the follow-up scenes.

Bai Ping speeded up the shooting of the lens, and it was no longer like before, spending three or four days simmering slowly to grind a lens.

The quality of his shots has not declined in any way, but he pays more attention to efficiency and speed like Wei Feng.

He would stay one day every week and go back to the hospital to sit with Jiang Yanzhi for an afternoon.

When the first snow fell, it got a lot colder.

Taking advantage of the crew's day off, Jiang Jue rented a car with Qi Lin.

He didn't know how to drive there, he only turned on the navigation and sat in the co-pilot's position to lead the way.

Qi Lin drove the car to search for a long time, and found a slightly remote house not far from the film and television circle.

It's obvious that it hasn't been repaired yet, some water pipes and connections are exposed, there are still many workers carrying equipment in and out, and there is the sound of electric drills upstairs.

Qi Lin is obviously not familiar with this place, looking at the house that has not yet taken shape, he is a little surprised: "Whose house is this?"

Jiang Jue looked at the site like a construction site, and said slowly, "I bought it."

He bought a house in the suburbs of Zhuqian with part of the remuneration earned from "Star Tour".

He knew that he would spend several years or even decades in this film and television base in the future, and he might not even have the chance to go home, so he simply bought a house not far from there.

Qi Lin didn't expect Jiang Jue to make such a decision, and walked in with him a little curiously.

The walls and floors were not even painted, and it was only vaguely confirmed where was the hall and where was the staircase.

The house has four floors, and a deep pit has been dug in the yard to make a lotus pond for koi carp, and a small corner is reserved for a dog kennel.

"I've actually thought about it for a long time, should I share this with you, because...we really haven't talked about many things in the future."

It seems that it is a bit embarrassing to share the design of the house when you are not sure that you will marry the other party.

If you confided your heart to the other party and said that I hope this place will be your study, and there will be a small open balcony for us to bask in the sun and sleep late, but the other party has no intention of spending the rest of our lives together, but just wants to simply fall in love. It's going to be embarrassing.

Qi Lin realized that Jiang Jue had not said many words, and took a deep breath.

He knew that his parents really didn't realize that he and Jiang Jue were actually lovers.

The father is fairly open-minded and knows many same-sex couples, but the mother has always expected to help her bring up her children and grow up with her granddaughter or grandson.

He has been avoiding talking about these things, even without thinking about them in his own mind, because he is afraid of making them sad and sad.

No one wants to see mother crying and sad.

But the things that should be faced, will be faced sooner or later.

He wants to protect Jiang Jue well, and he can't let down his parents who have raised him and loved him so much.

Even if they disagree, or have any strong emotions, they should face and bear it by themselves.

I am already an adult, and I should be responsible for every choice I make.

This is the premise that I can freely choose and love.

"I'll talk to them." Qi Lin clenched his hand and didn't let go.

"Let's take a look at this house together." He turned his head to look at Jiang Jue and smiled.

"After all, in another three to forty years, I still have to go fishing and walk my dog ​​here."