Red Dust and Sand Sculpture

When narrating a story, the voice is full-bodied, and this kind of broadcasting tone is usually only heard on educational channels.

Although the story is over and the lights are dimmed, the sad bgm has not stopped, and the actors are still working hard.

"No, my beauty!"

"God, how could you be so cruel, let me see him, and let me lose him?"

……

Before the automatic curtain closed slowly, Mr. Li opened his eyes with difficulty, searching among the group of 'zombies' climbing towards the crystal coffin, trying to find the figures of the other two children.

Finally, in the outer circle, Mr. Li saw a person waving his arms perfunctorily... It was Li Huaichen who was paddling. As for Li Xichun, he didn't seem to be in the game at all.

End of the play.

The crowd was shocked.

In just 7 minutes, they didn't know whether to be embarrassed or to laugh. In short, everything happened too suddenly.

"What do you think of this story?" The old friend turned his face to the side with a complicated expression and asked Mr. Li.

Mr. Li's face was stiff, he clapped his hands, and said in a non-standard foreign language: "Because of blowing Sting."

"..."

With the first applause, the audience applauded later, venting their confused emotions on the clapping action.

For a while, there was thunderous applause.

Standing behind the curtain, Li Shasha's eyes were bright, and there was a burning fighting spirit in his eyes: "It's not about being young, Dad, my hard work has finally been recognized."

In the crystal coffin, Li Xiangfu still maintained a peaceful sleeping posture, closed his eyes and said, "Just be happy."

Pulleys are installed under the coffin for easy exit.

Li Xiangfu didn't get up from the coffin, and was directly pushed backstage.

Li Xichun, who helped remove the props, saw Li Anqing still lying on the ground, and pushed him: "Don't sleep, wake up, it's time for the curtain call."

Li Anqing slowly opened her eyes, the sleepiness in her eyes was fleeting, then stood up and said: "I didn't sleep, I just didn't want to move the props."

His tone was too calm, and he couldn't tell whether it was an excuse or the truth.

There was no time for Li Xichun to make more judgments, the curtain opened again, and the actors stood in a row and bowed.

Li Xiangfu didn't have makeup to hide like others, and stood silently in the background.

After all, the peerless beauty that people compete for... Once this kind of character appears in the center of the stage, it will definitely be overly concerned and judged.

The lights were refocused in the center of the stage, and the thick foundation covered the host's true emotions.

"Thank you little friend Li Shasha and his big friends for bringing this wonderful performance..." Her gaze lost focus at first glance: "This drama allows us to appreciate the beauty of the new era. The tragedy of..."

The frequency of the audience's blinking slowed down, wondering why people like to talk nonsense with their eyes open nowadays?

I don't know if the host is also reading, while scolding the person who wrote the series of words in his heart.

"Ah-"

Under the stage, the writer of string words rubbed his nose, and he was also sitting in the audience, so he could clearly see the expression of the host.

"Injustice."

I always interview the person who arranged the program according to the program list, and write a few words that connect the past and the future.

And he clearly remembered that Li Shasha said at the time that the theme of this play was clear: to highlight the tragic fate of the protagonist and guide everyone to cherish the present.

An audience nearby whispered: "Where is the protagonist's misfortune? It's obviously a corpse at the beginning."

"No, the protagonist should be the son of the deceased."

"I think there are more group performances based on roles."

The person who writes string words: "..."

There are really strange people who are seriously discussing the plot.

Fortunately, the next program is a drum performance.

The temporary band composed of children is very interesting, and the drum kit itself is easy to bring out the atmosphere. This program arrangement is to bring the atmosphere to a climax.

Four stylishly dressed children stepped onto the stage one by one, the beams overlapped and swept, and the sonorous and passionate melody sounded.

"Boom!" "Boom boom!"

Staring at the rhythmic drum sticks, the person who wrote the string was stunned.

... He found that his heart was still like water.

It is not an exception to have the same idea. Mr. Li, who almost wanted to go to the bathroom to escape from watching the drama, now has a strange expression on his face. He glanced at his friend, and the same question appeared in his eyes: Why is this show so mediocre?

After thinking about it, Li Shasha's dramas are so high-powered throughout that they can't get bored when they see normal ones.

Backstage.

Li Shasha changed her white clothes and politely thanked the extras one by one.

Li Xiangfu personally made mooncakes in advance, and Li Shasha was distributing them, and the Mid-Autumn Festival will be in a few days, so it is very appropriate to distribute mooncakes.

Liu Yu was sweating profusely. Seeing that he was so well-behaved, he didn't care too much about coming here today just to pretend to be crazy on stage.

Seeing everyone talking and laughing, Li Shasha nodded in satisfaction.

A high-end theoretical master must also have a perfect score in EQ.

After taking off his makeup, he ate an apple to recharge his energy. There wasn't much left in the outside show, and when it was the turn of the acrobatic troupe, the number of people in the dressing room was instantly reduced.

The students who had already performed the show were led by the teacher back to their seats through the back door, and were with their parents. As for Li Shasha, his father in his household registration book was here, so no special arrangements were needed.

After another 10 minutes, the welcome party was completely over.

Liu Yu also had a party to attend, and hurried away with his things, Li Xiangfu looked at Shen Yan: "It's not easy to take a taxi here, let's go together."

Shen Yan shook her head and declined politely: "My friend is here to pick me up."

After Xiao Shuo's complete downfall, a huge stone fell to the ground in her heart.

Thanks to the other party's help, the second utterance was very successful. Afterwards, Qin Jin also contacted the lawyer in advance. For this, Shen Yan was very grateful: "In the future, if you need help with such activities, you can come to me at any time."

Li Xichun, who was sitting on the side playing with his mobile phone, raised his head when he heard the words: "You are not thanking, but cursing."

If this absurd melodrama is performed a few more times, their family will never have peace.

After Shen Yan finished speaking, she also thought of this, and actually nodded slightly in agreement.

Only Li Shasha seems to have seen a bright future: "I will succeed."

"..."

Because of the large number of people who came, today Li Huaichen drove a stretched luxury car, which could be found at a glance even under the night sky.

On the way back, Li Huaichen glanced at Mr. Li through the rearview mirror: "Dad, are you okay?"

How are your friends?

He didn't ask the last sentence, but only muttered in his mind.

Mr. Li was unexpectedly calm, and even praised Li Shasha: "The show is good."

After the voice fell, several unclear eyes focused on him in an instant.

Li Xichun even asked directly: "Are you too stimulated?"

Why are people talking nonsense?

Mr. Li waved his hand: "At first I thought this show was outrageous, but after watching the following shows, I suddenly found it boring." After a pause, he continued: "It's not just me who thinks so, but some audience members yawned several times in a row later. .”

In a way, the play was successful.

I just heard that the headmaster held an impromptu meeting at night and asked any future programs to be reviewed.

·

The welcome party is over, but some things have just begun.

Many parents took pictures and recorded videos on the spot that day. Li Shasha's play was first posted to Moments, and then some parents even uploaded the whole process to social platforms.

The Li family didn't take this matter too seriously, but who knew it would attract a lot of attention.

Many netizens praised children's unrestrained imagination, while others were very serious, criticizing the plot as nonsense.

As the discussion of the topic soared, some scholars came to the scene one after another: [The essence of this drama can be classified as an absurd drama. It is not that there have been works of similar style before, which is enough to show the talent of this child. 】

【Pooh!There must be a problem with the thinking of the creator of the plot. 】

There was so much noise on the Internet, Li Xiangfu was worried that Li Shasha was under too much pressure, so he went to his room with a fruit plate.

Li Shasha was writing with her head down.

Handing over a jujube, Li Xiangfu asked, "What are you writing?"

"Thesis." Li Shasha didn't look up: "The value and controversy of art is also one of the purposes of my drama."

The dissertation allows him to perfect more theories in dialectical thinking.

"If I'm not wrong, some companies will contact me soon, wanting to set up a talent director, and then invite big stars to shoot MVs to create gimmicks."

Once this is done, it will definitely spark discussions among netizens.

After finishing speaking, Li Shasha stopped writing and raised her head, thought for a while and said, "I might need an agent."

Li Xiangfu took a deep look at him: "Your genes are closer to Qin Jin, so you have nothing to say in terms of making money."

"As long as I want, it can be the son of any richest man."

Li Xiangfu sneered, and said word by word: "Don't even think about it."

"..."

Without further discussion on this issue, Li Xiangfu glanced at the wall clock on the wall: "Clean up and go out with me in the afternoon."

"Buy a robot?" Li Shasha's eyes lit up.

"Go to the deep mountains and wild mountains to meet my former head teacher."

Today is a rare day, Qin Jin did not go to the company, and Li Shasha asked for leave at the beginning of the new semester.

Qin Jin is going to take annual leave, and recently it is only used for handover and work arrangements. As for Li Shasha, Li Xiangfu is already considering letting him go for only half a semester on the grounds of 'self-study'.

"Truck." Halfway down the stairs, Li Shasha paused.

"Huh?" Looking in the direction he was looking, I saw a large truck parked outside the French windows, and two people got out of the truck and were disassembling things.

It was nothing but the crystal coffin.

It was too late yesterday, so it could only be put aside for a day. It is impossible to keep this thing in the school for a long time. Qin Jin hired someone to take it away early this morning.

As soon as the door opened, two people came in carrying the coffin.

"Where?"

Qin Jin came in before them and opened the door to the backyard: "The courtyard."

Seeing the coffin 'settle down', Li Shasha asked Qin Jin in astonishment: "Grandpa agrees to this thing coming in?"

Mr. Li is a bit superstitious. From the perspective of the other party, he should think it is unlucky.

Qin Jin nodded slightly as a response.

The reason is easy to understand. It doesn't matter whether it is auspicious or not. Mr. Li thinks that it can be attributed to his grandson's performance props and is worth collecting.

After a brief moment of silence, Li Shasha couldn't help looking at the old cat who was dozing on the sofa: "He is willing to let Hong Chen in and the coffin in, but he doesn't want you in."

Qin Jin lifted his eyelids, and when he glanced over, the light in his pupils was cold.

"..."

Knowing that her mouth could only attract the enemy but not retreat, Li Shasha moved closer to Li Xiangfu silently.

It's a pity that the latter's mind is not on him at the moment, and his eyes are fixed on the crystal coffin in the sea of ​​flowers.When the wind blows, a wave of flowers is set off. This scene looks like a fairy tale dream during the day, but it is probably a full-blown horror movie at night.

When Qin Jin's eyes became colder and colder, Li Shasha deliberately coughed and made a sound, and when Li Xiangfu turned his head, he quickly said, "Should we go?"

Li Xiangfu nodded: "Let's go."

As soon as Li Shasha breathed a sigh of relief, she saw Qin Jin take out the car keys from his pocket.

"..." The ghost persists.

It was not the first time for Qin Jin to be Li Xiangfu's driver. What's more, he was about to take his annual leave, and he would not refuse this job when he was free.

In autumn, the windows are half open, and the wind blowing in is very comfortable.

Li Xiangfu squinted his eyes and fell into a half-dream and half-awake state not long after getting in the car.

Qin Jin slowly reversed the car, everything was rare and leisurely.

"I want to make a horror movie." Halfway through the drive, Li Shasha talked about his idea for the next work: "There are frequent homicides in the rental house. It turns out that the mirror demon is responsible, and he will suck the spirit of everyone who looks in the mirror." Soul, until the protagonist lives in, the mirror demon has nothing to do with him."

Qin Jin said blankly, "Because the protagonist is so beautiful, I never dare to look in the mirror."

Unexpectedly, she would be directly seen through the routine, Li Shasha frowned and muttered: "Sure enough, it is still going to be adapted from real people and real events."

The plot that I came up with by myself is not popular at all.

...Dad is his best source of material.

Li Xiangfu vaguely felt something, woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes to meet his gaze.

Li Shasha said sternly: "In the future, I will write a sentence for all the films I will make, and I would like to dedicate this film to my beloved father."

In return, he wants someone to remember Li Xiangfu 1000 years later.

"..."

The author has something to say: Li Shasha: a contemporary filial son.

Li Xiangfu: ...