Stop Bothering Me, Emperor

Not only Song Xiao didn't understand the movie "Mystery", but other audiences also didn't understand it.

"The scene switched inexplicably. One second ago, he was still on the altar, but the next second he went to the palace?"

"The appearance is too ugly. The most beautiful woman in the world has that kind of virtue. The men in the play are blind enough."

"Upstairs, you don't understand. Everyone in the movie looks ugly. They look like refugees, and the heroine dresses normally. Isn't she the most beautiful woman in the world?"

The plot is inexplicable, the scene switching is unnatural, the lines are ridiculous, and even the actor and actress who was originally used to attract the box office look ugly.Fans said one after another that their idol was ruined by this movie, and they resolutely refused to watch it in order to preserve the image of their idol in their hearts.

All the movie critics on the website gave "Mystery" a very low score. It was positioned as a commercial blockbuster and a bad movie, and the box office was miserable.Only in the first week, it made some box office because of the large number of films scheduled, because there will be boring couples like Yu Tang and Song Xiao who will watch it without knowing the truth.

By the second week, the content of the film has been known to everyone. People who follow film reviews and news will not watch it, and those who have seen it will mostly not watch it a second time.So, in the second week, the box office began to be dismal.

Song Zicheng looked at the data sent by the finance department, frowned fiercely, and asked the public relations department to find a way to hype the movie.Therefore, Xinghai Entertainment bought a few film critics and began to write praiseful film reviews and press releases.

What an unprecedented masterpiece, what a magnificent visual feast.As soon as the draft was released, it did attract some people to watch it, but they started cursing after leaving the cinema.

Director Liang Xinmu was interviewed by the media during the screening.

"Director Liang, many viewers expressed that they couldn't understand "Mystery", and the plot was empty and inexplicable. What do you want to say about this?" Many media sat down, listening to Liang Xinmu's answer.

Liang Xinmu, as a well-known domestic director, still has a certain status. The media will not hand over the microphone casually like they do to artists, and they will sit down in a very orderly manner.

Liang Xinmu, who is in his 40s, is a little fat. He sits behind a long table and pulls his cap on his head proudly: "This movie condenses a lot of advanced movie consciousness, and the content in it is also very meaningful. Now you I can’t understand it because the film awareness has not yet been achieved.”

In other words, you don't understand it because your level is low.

As soon as this remark came out, there was a lot of scolding on the Internet.

"If you don't understand it, your level is low. Can you tell me that you didn't make movies for audiences?"

"Okay, our level is low, but your level is high, you can play by yourself, we will not accompany you."

Song Zicheng was so angry that he called and scolded Liang Xinmu. "We are promoting commercial blockbusters here, and you are saying that ordinary people can't understand it. You don't want to let the box office recover, right?"

A commercial blockbuster should be easy to understand, and don't even think about making money if it's highbrow.Because Liang Xinmu is notoriously stubborn, investors are not allowed to point fingers.During the filming, Song Zicheng only went to see it twice, and he didn't know what it would look like. He didn't expect it to be such a bad movie with a purely beautiful scene and a messy plot.

When the year-end financial statement came out, Song Zicheng's face became even uglier. "Mystery" has a total investment of 1.2 million yuan, but the box office has only recovered [-] million yuan, not even half of it. This year's report is properly a loss, and it will affect the progress of next year's activities.Because the funds are all on it and cannot be recovered, it is difficult to start new projects.

"Let's get a loan." Song Zicheng rubbed the center of his brows. The only way to revitalize the enterprise is to implement new projects with loans.It has been losing money for two consecutive years, and if it loses again next year, it will be delisted, or it will be kicked to the third board to fend for itself.

At the shareholders meeting at the end of the year, there was no profit dividend. Shareholders expressed their dissatisfaction and demanded that the executive president be replaced.

"The chairman himself and the executive president must be too busy." A director said eccentrically.

"We will definitely make a profit next year. We have already looked at several projects, and we guarantee that they will be profitable." Song Zicheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

In the blink of an eye, the Spring Festival is here, Song Zicheng is a dutiful son, and no matter how busy the New Year is, he has to go back to his parents.Aunt Chen went back to her hometown for the New Year, and there were only father and son left at home. It was boring to stare at each other, so she packed her luggage early and went back to her hometown.

Song Xiao just brought a few sets of clothes and their homework for the winter vacation, while Song Zicheng bought a bunch of New Year's goods and carried them in large and small packages.

The small town is a third-tier city, but fortunately there is a small airport, and there is only one bus every two days from City A to there.

It was Song Xiao's first time flying by plane, he was a little nervous, so he called Yu Tang while sitting in his seat.

"Fasten your seat belt, if you don't, let your dad buckle it up for you," Yu Tang said a little more rarely, "You have to turn off your phone before the plane takes off, will you? It's the gray button on the top, eat it if your ears hurt chewing gum, chewing gum can't be swallowed..."

Listening to Yu Tang's rambling on the phone, Song Xiao suddenly became less nervous: "I'm back on the seventh day of the lunar new year."

Yu Tang, who was talking, paused for a moment: "...um."

My hometown is a bit northerly than City A. When I got off the plane, it was snowing lightly here.Grandpa Song came to pick them up in a car, and a jeep that was old and still drove a high chassis stopped in front of them with a whoosh.

"Get in the car." Grandpa rolled down the glass and raised his chin at the two of them.

Song Xiao looked at his old and vigorous grandfather, and couldn't help but bend his eyes.In my previous life, because of poor medical skills in ancient times, the old man could not cure his illness, so he died early.With the development of modern medicine, people generally live longer, and my grandfather should be able to live a long life.

The house that grandpa lives in is a folk house built by himself, because Song Zicheng is willing to spend money to build it like a small villa.On the tall courtyard wall, there are two large vermilion iron gates. When the gates are opened, there is a loud and clear welcome sound.

"Come back! Come back!" The voice sounded weird, Song Xiao looked up, and saw the mynah, who had been completely black, standing on the bird stand under the porch, screaming non-stop with his big yellow mouth open. .

"What's the noise?" The old lady in a padded jacket came out of the kitchen, scolded the bird, turned her head and saw the grandpa and grandson who had just entered the door, and laughed all over her face, "Xiaoxiao, come quickly Let grandma see!"

Song Xiao was very pleasantly surprised when he saw his grandmother. In the last life, his grandmother died earlier than his grandfather, so he couldn't remember clearly.Immediately dropped the luggage, walked towards grandma, and saluted grandma: "Happy New Year, grandma!"

"Okay, okay," Grandma Song was very happy, and quickly took out a red ticket from her trouser waist, and stuffed it into Song Xiao's hand, "Why did I pay New Year's greetings in advance, fortunately, Grandma was prepared."

After finishing speaking, Grandma Song stretched out her head and shouted into the room: "Old man Qu, your grandson is back, why don't you come out to see?"

Hearing this, Song Zicheng's body stiffened immediately, and he looked at Grandpa Song with a disheveled face: "Well, father-in-law is here?"

"Ah, it's boring for Lao Qu to celebrate the New Year alone. Your mother and I brought him here. Anyway, we don't live far away. Come here for dinner every day." Grandpa Song happily dragged his son into the house without seeing him at all. tension.

Pushing open the door of the living room, I saw an old man with white beard and hair, sitting on the sofa in a dignified manner, watching TV attentively. There was an opera playing on the TV, and a black cat was sleeping on his lap. .Hearing the sound of the door opening, the old man turned his head to look at the person who came, and saw Song Xiao wearing a blue sports down jacket at a glance. Just as he smiled, he saw Song Zicheng behind Song Xiao, and his face immediately turned ugly.

"Old Song, you didn't say they were coming back today!" Grandpa Qu threw the cat on the sofa, stood up, snorted coldly, turned around and walked out.

"Dad, happy new year." Song Zicheng was kicked by his father, and hurried forward to grab his father-in-law to say hello.

"I can't afford to be your father. It's getting late, the old man should go back." Grandpa put his hands behind his back and walked out.

"Grandpa..." Song Xiao stepped forward to salute.

"Xiaoxiao," old man Qu couldn't help reaching out to touch his head when he saw his grandson, "go to grandpa's house in the afternoon, grandpa will make you donuts."

"Old Qu, it's almost time for dinner. You said you can't leave." Grandpa Song held his in-laws, "It's been so many years, can we not talk about the past? Xiaoxiao finally came back, I knocked my head a few years ago, and I don’t remember anything, what should I do if you scare the child when you come out?”

Grandfather Song and Grandpa Qu are old buddies for many years. The marriage between the two families was also the intention of their parents. Who knew that something like Qiu Mingyan would happen, and Song Xiao's mother died early.Grandpa Qu only had this one daughter, so he could never forgive Song Zicheng.After talking about it for a long time, Grandpa still insisted on leaving, Song Xiao and Grandpa went out to see him off, leaving Song Zicheng standing awkwardly in the yard.

"You, in the second year of junior high school, I took Xiaoxiao to Lao Qu's house for a day." Grandma Song looked at her son's appearance, and poked his head with her finger.

After lunch, Song Xiao really went to Grandpa's house, which was actually not far away, just across the street.

In the lonely small yard, there was a tall sycamore tree, and a yellow dog was tied under the tree. When he saw Song Xiao coming in, he barked fiercely twice.

"Da Huang, don't bark!" Grandpa scolded the big dog, and pulled Song Xiao into the room with a smile.

Different from the magnificent decoration of grandpa's house, this house is very simple, with Eight Immortals chairs in the living room, and a desk for writing calligraphy in the corner.

"Wait a while, when grandpa finishes writing this picture, I'll make donuts for you." Old man Qu smiled and went back behind the desk to write.

It is a pair of couplets written on red paper, it should be written for the neighbors, and they are all festive and auspicious couplets.

Looking at this scene, Song Xiao felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had met him somewhere before.Feeling stuffy in his chest, Song Xiao told his grandfather before turning around and going to the yard to breathe.

The sycamore tree in the yard had lost its leaves and stood bare in the snow. The big yellow dog retreated into its nest, watching the snowflakes melt on its nose boredly.

"Baby, come and make a snowman with Mommy."

"Baby, look, the leaves of the big tree are falling again, how about going out to pick leaves with mom?"

A woman in a red sweater appeared in front of her eyes, talking to the child under the tree.The child did not respond, but squatted alone on the root of the tree, mechanically digging at the stones on the ground.

Song Xiao could clearly see the woman's face, and wanted to respond to her, but couldn't say it.

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao!" Song Zicheng's anxious voice came from next to his ear.

Song Xiao opened his eyes, and found himself lying in the hospital, surrounded by grandparents, grandpa, and father.

"This is me, what's the matter?" Song Xiao blinked and sat up.

"You suddenly passed out in the yard, which frightened your grandpa." Grandma took his hand and chattered.The always proud old man Qu saw his grandson fainted, so he called Song Zicheng for the first time.

"I'm fine." Song Xiao rubbed the space between his brows, "It's just that I suddenly remembered something from the past."

The adults looked at each other with surprises in their eyes. The doctor also said that his memory might recover slowly, and it would be best if he could recover naturally.

The night of the New Year’s Eve is very lively, with firecrackers everywhere, and there is no ban on smoking in small cities. There are many children setting off fireworks outside, and everything is bright.

Grandparents were in a hurry to cook the New Year's Eve dinner, and Song Zicheng was helping in the house.Because when Song Xiao passed out, Song Zicheng behaved very well, and his grandfather somewhat changed his opinion of him, and reluctantly agreed to stay at Grandpa Song's house for New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve.Song Xiao stood in the yard with his grandfather, and the mynah next to him said over and over again: "Happy New Year! Happy New Year!"

"Grandpa, tell me, what was it like when I was autistic?" Song Xiao asked the old man beside him.

Memories of the past gradually recovered. Song Xiao could vaguely recall what happened in the past 16 years. When he was 11 years old, his mother ran out after a big fight with his father and got into a car accident.His body knew everything, but he couldn't say it. He just cried silently all night, trying to call his mother, but he couldn't make a sound.

When he was a child, he often played in his grandfather's yard. When he saw the sycamore tree today, his past and present memories suddenly merged, causing him to faint suddenly.

"The doctor said it was autistic, but I never believed it." Grandpa put his hands behind his back and smiled, "Three souls and seven souls are less than one soul. If you don't understand the seven emotions, naturally you won't laugh or cry."

Song Xiao was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Grandpa in surprise.Old man Qu didn't say any more, turned around and went back to the room, leaving Song Xiao alone in a daze.

Three souls, seven souls and one soul, this soul masters the seven emotions and six desires.

These words sounded absurd, but they woke up Song Xiao.Zi didn't speak strange powers, but he could carry the memories of his previous life, so he had to believe in these mysterious and mysterious things.At Yu Tang's house before, the queen mother mentioned that Yu Tang also had autism when he was a child, but he recovered five years ago.

A ridiculous idea suddenly appeared in his mind, he and Yu Tang, perhaps, exchanged each other's ten years of life for the reunion in this life.With three souls and seven souls incomplete, living like a walking corpse is equivalent to not being alive. All these years have been exchanged with the sky.

Stop on the Naihe Bridge, don't drink and forget the river, don't forget the front edge.

He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, dialed Yu Tang's number, and was picked up after only one ring.

"Have you eaten yet?" Yu Tang over there seemed to be eating something, swallowed the food, got up and left the dining table.

"Well, it hasn't started yet," Song Xiao pursed his lips, "Your Majesty..."

"Huh?" Yu Tang stood by the window, watching the fireworks in the distance, and didn't hear Song Xiao say another word for a while, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"No," Song Xiao looked up, looking at the sky that was reddened by the fireworks, "Happy New Year, and..."

"What else?" Yu Tang was inexplicably nervous when he heard this.

"I went back on the seventh day of the lunar new year." After saying this, Song Xiao hung up the phone.

Yu Tang stared blankly at the "Call ended" sign on the phone, the queen said this when she left, why did she say it again?Walking towards the dining table in a daze, halfway there, he suddenly stopped. His Majesty the Emperor's eyes widened. His queen... Missed him?

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Yutang: The queen misses me, Oye!

Brother: (￢￢￢)

Yutang: Roll your eyes, do you think I'm worthless?

Brother: ╮(╯▽╰)╭