Son of the Bone

During the Chinese New Year, Jiang Yanzhi happened to be able to walk slowly with a cane.

Her recovery was relatively smooth, and Bai Ping stuck to her side every day and refused to leave, so she had to get well quickly no matter what.

One of the reasons why Jiang Jue has few jobs this year and is quite demanding in choosing scripts is that he wants to spend more time with his mother.

He goes back and forth between school and the set from Monday to Friday, and he will accompany his mother to recover and chat on weekends.

Qi Lin's first round of 2000 yuan plan failed completely, but at any rate he also experienced the difficulties of the middle-level people.

On New Year's Eve, Jiang Yanzhi temporarily went through the discharge procedures and went home to rest for a while.

The streets and woods outside the house are covered with icing snow, and pork belly and chicken are cooked on the small hot pot inside the house.

Qi Lin came to visit them at noon on New Year's Eve, and brought several bouquets of iris and peonies, decorating the house in a spring-like way.

On New Year's Day, Jiang Jue went to Qi's house again for a meal, and was coaxed and persuaded by Wu Qiu to feed him two bowls of lotus root soup, half a plate of fennel dumplings, and two stewed pig's trotters with stewed ears, and finally returned home clutching his stomach.

Jiang Yanzhi has been trying to have some fun this year because of his inconvenient activities.

She reads stacks of books and magazines, then starts knitting sweaters by hand.

Qi Lin came over again on the fifth day of the new year with whiskey and a cigar box, just as Jiang Jue was out shopping.

Bai Ping recognized at a glance that Qi Ding helped pick out the cigar, and made a phone call to express his thanks with a smile.

Jiang Yanzhi was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a scarf against the window.

Obviously didn't grasp the essentials, more like untangling a ball of hair.

Qi Lin went over to pour her a glass of water, trying to help her untangle the entangled hair balls, and suddenly asked, "Do you like handwork?"

"I used to know a little bit." Jiang Yanzhi pulled out the knitting needle and gave up: "But I haven't tried sweaters."

Qi Lin felt that he had vaguely grasped something, and suddenly said: "Then can you... origami?"

"Yes." Jiang Yanzhi raised his eyes, casually took the napkin next to him, and folded a carp king for him two or three times: "Does it look like it?"

Qi Lin took over the carp king, and suddenly felt that the mystery had been solved.

"Did you know that Jiang Jue can fold Pikachu when he is drunk?" He followed the salted fish king and subconsciously said, "It won't happen when he wakes up."

"Jejue's origami was taught by me." Jiang Yanzhi blinked and said, "Did you know that he was very talkative when he was young?"

Jiang Jue has been a disaster-like existence since he was able to speak.

He has almost unlimited energy, and will follow Jiang Yanzhi to run around everywhere, with a small mouth that doesn't stop: "Mom, look at that!!"

Ms. Jiang, whose ears were almost dizzy, was annoyed at last, and directly made him a super complicated Kawasaki rose——

The folding method of this thing was taught to her by Bai Ping after the quarrel.

"If you give Ma Ma a stack that is exactly the same, Ma Ma will chat with you for an hour."

So origami became a chat ticket for Meng Xin Jiangjue when he was two or three years old.

Naturally, roses can't be folded, and they can't be put back together after tearing them apart, so Xiao Douding cried aggrievedly, and didn't dare to talk to her mother.

Jiang Yanzhi came back from a nap and found Jiang Jue cowardly crouching on the balcony with a ball of waste paper in his arms. He inevitably rubbed his head and kissed his face to coax him, and then taught him how to fold it.

Then it took three consecutive days of teaching before the child fully grasped the essentials.

Bai Ping was filming a movie in France and was almost heartbroken. He was stunned by the anger of those wooden-headed actors. After finally finishing work and returning home, he found a stack of silver and red Kawasaki roses on the small porcelain plate where the keys were placed in the entrance hall. , and deliberately posed in the shape of a heart, moved to tears.

So in the afternoon when Jiang Yanzhi fell asleep, he rushed to buy another Maybach for his wife, and then ordered a candlelight dinner and a vacation trip.

When Jiang Yanzhi woke up, she saw her husband holding Xiao Douding by the bed, with a pious and moved expression on his face.

Jiang Jue was concentrating on gnawing on the snacks his father brought back, his eyebrows were covered with cream.

"So, if a man wants to coax, it's easy to coax." Jiang Yanzhi took a sip of tea, and retired with a look of success: "Fortunately, after the age of four, this child will be taken by his father to various studios. If I was older and sent to schools and theaters, I would be alive today."

Qi Lin was stunned for a long time, and suddenly felt a little bit envious: "It turns out that when Jiang Jue was young...was he so talkative."

"Well, Sui Sui Nian loves nagging, and I have to take care of it if I drink too much cold water." Jiang Yanzhi propped his chin and said: "But think about it carefully, he is still cute when he was young."

It gets boring when it gets bigger.

"But why doesn't he remember origami?" Qi Lin puzzled, "I forgot all the memories of two or three years old?"

Ms. Jiang shrugged and said she was not clear.

After Jiang Jue came back, he invited Qi Lin to go to the kitchen to cook together.

Although Bai Ping was also helping out, he was obviously very clumsy at peeling potatoes.

Qi Lin has been improving his culinary skills since he filmed Zhi Wei Yuan. He can cook all kinds of seafood in a decent way, and he can help take care of desserts when frying cod.

After the family ate and chatted before seeing off Qi Lin, Jiang Jue handed his mother a bunch of pistachios and went to the study to chat with his father.

Bai Ping has been busy for a year, and finally he can rest for a few days at the end of the year.

He cut the cigar horizontally with small scissors, and smoked slowly in the study, obviously enjoying it.

Jiang Jue sat beside him and flipped through a few pages of the book, thinking for a while before speaking.

"dad."

"Ok?"

"How did you come up with the idea...to be a writer?"

Bai Ping started his career as a writer, then transformed into a screenwriter, and finally became a director.

He has constructed countless wonderful worlds by himself, and he can tell stories of different themes and types, ranging from super-cool scripts of commercial popcorn movies to hard-hearted and cold-hearted documentary literature. He is almost an all-rounder creator.

"The reason——" Bai Ping thought for a while: "There is no novel I like."

At that time, there seemed to be a popular saying - you do what you want!

So he got on.

When he was a reader, he could always pick out a lot of faults in various high-reputation works, and the more he read, the more he couldn't stand it.

Then I copied the guy and rolled up my sleeves and started writing.

"As a creator, you will have more freedom—this is something you can't achieve when you are a producer and supervisor." Bai Ping flicked his cigar, turned to look at his son who was deep in thought, "Why do many actors How about switching careers and becoming a director?"

Only by being a director can you control all the development of the plot, control the interpretation of the script by the actors, and present what you want most on the screen.

Simply being an actor who follows the rules can make a lot of money casually, and the losses caused by choosing the wrong script and waiting for the script are more than the money.

Jiang Jue thought for a long time, then suddenly said: "I want to try."

Bai Ping glanced at him: "Try to be a screenwriter?"

"Yeah." Jiang Jue said seriously: "I've been waiting until now, but I haven't seen the script I want."

On the exploration of human nature, he has already acted in Wei Feng's "Star Road", won a small award in Italy, and won the best newcomer in China.

In terms of the most beautiful literary films, he has already acted in "Dragon Blood Seal", and everything in Bailuan City has become a classic memory of a generation of audiences.

As for a typical popcorn commercial blockbuster, "Fairy Painting" has entered the final publicity stage and will be released soon.

not enough.

He's 21 years old and wants a taller start.

Bai Ping thought for a while, put down his cigar and said, "You know I started a company, right?"

Jiang Jue nodded.

LEV studio is affiliated to Minghuang Entertainment, but it is a large company facing the world, and has trained various film professionals.

"LEV has opened a new round of bilingual training courses. The course will start in February and last for three months. The whole course will be online." Only the top four graduates."

"If you want to go, go and pay the tuition yourself."

I'm so old, I won't give New Year's money.

Jiang Jue nodded silently, thinking that his own father was indeed his own.

Before going to school, Jiang Jue went to visit Qi's house with the brownies and orange wine that Bai Ping made.

As soon as Wu Qiu knew that Lao Bai's craftsmanship was getting better every year, he opened the box with a smile and made fresh milk tea to eat with them.

Qi Lin ate half of the meal and went to the balcony to communicate with the company, and Jiang Jue was left talking with the two of them in the living room.

Wu Qiu quietly ran to the study and flipped through a photo album, and came back to show Jiang Jue what Qi Lin looked like when he was a child.

Qi Lin's eyes were as beautiful as black gemstones when he was a child, and he had a little ignorant aura like a baby bird, and he was timid in front of the camera wearing the clothes of the little prince.

There are not many photos, obviously I don't like taking pictures.

"When he was a child, he cried whenever he took pictures, when he got injections, and when he ate green peppers and spinach." Wu Qiuyi sat next to Jiang Jue and shared his son's black history with a smile: "Let me tell you—basically, a big mouth is to Started howling."

Qi Lin turned out...was he a little crying bag when he was a child?

"At that time, Old Qi didn't know how to coax children, so he reasoned with him seriously, explaining why he should eat green peppers, what vitamins and vitamins are in green peppers." Wu Qiuyi recalled.

"Does he...understand?"

"I couldn't understand it at all, so I cried even more fiercely, and refused to eat it alive or dead."

Jiang Jue looked at the photo carefully, and realized that the little Maotou's eyes were red, obviously he had just been coaxed and was persuaded to take a photo.

As soon as Qi Lin called back, he found that his mother was sharing his dark history and tried to stop him: "Mom! Don't destroy my glorious image, okay—"

Jiang Jue shook the album in his hand: "I've seen it all."

Wu Qiuyi looked relieved: "Now I finally stop crying when I eat green peppers, and I have made great progress."

"Mom, I'm an idol—an idol!"

"Don't say that when you go out for an interview!!"