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It has been winter for many days, and it is almost the end of the year that Taiping City finally has snowflakes.The bear son of the Mudli family flipped through the calendar, but with his knowledge, he was not enough to understand every word on it.The kid can't read all the words, but it doesn't matter, he knows colors and shapes.

"Doraemon, there will be a circle in five days!"

Muddli was nestling in his most comfortable position, drinking coffee and writing the script.He lazily responded to his son, his eyes still fixed on his grid book.

"Doraemon, why is there a circle after five days?"

"My Daxiong can count." Mu Deli didn't lift his head.

"Why?" The bear boy was unyielding.

"It's the holidays." Mudli counted the days: "Christmas."

The little bear talked about Christmas for a while, and suddenly the light bulb flashed, and he rushed to his father and shouted: "I understand! Doraemon, give me a present."

"Your father has no money, so ask your mother for some toys." Moudley yelled at his son, but failed to drive him away.

"I don't want toys. I want gifts from Doraemon."

"Your robot cat, you have no money." The child was too noisy. Even though he was his own son, he was not the kind of model father who would be patient with his son.

"No toys. I don't want toys." The little guy climbed up the sofa.He kicked over the coffee cup on the coffee table, and threw the manuscript on his father's lap to the ground, and finally succeeded in climbing to the top.He sat on the back of the sofa, with his feet on his father's shoulders.

"Then what do you want?" Mudli felt distressed but didn't dare to get angry at this little devil. He hurriedly picked up a few papers full of words from the brown coffee soup spilled all over the floor. Disaster explained.

"Uncle. I want my uncle to come to me dressed as Santa Claus."

"Uncle is on a business trip."

"It's a holiday." The little guy said stubbornly.

"There was a traffic jam during the holiday."

"Santa Claus doesn't take a car." The little guy looked at his father contemptuously, his eyes clearly said that his father was uneducated.

Mudli touched his son, and he picked him up and put him on his shoulders like a monkey. He walked to the calendar and looked at it. Sure enough, Christmas will be five days away.A calendar turns to the last page, and this year is about to pass again.

Mudli was searching his brains to find another excuse to coax his son, but by chance the phone call came.Mudli made a silence gesture to his son and connected the phone.

"Hello."

"Director Mu, I want to talk to you about the script."

"Have you changed your mind?"

"It should be to ask you to change your mind. I sincerely invested in filming this script."

"I'm really sorry." Mudli said, "My conditions are the same as last time and have never changed. Mr. Ling, for me, this is not just about money."

"Screenwriter Mu, please understand." The other side of the phone put down his status, and was sincere at first sight.

Mudli held his son on his shoulder with one hand, walked to the sofa and sat down to have a long talk: "Sir, I am very sympathetic to your desire to do something for your son... But please also understand my eagerness to give back to my friends. An innocent wish. I don't think that can be negotiated."

"Mr. Mu, if you are free recently, please have an interview."

Muddley paused and asked, "Are you in China?"

After hanging up the phone, Mudli felt his son pulling his hair, and heard the little guy asking who it was.Mudli hesitated for a moment and said, "Santa Claus is his father."

"Is Santa Claus his father Santa Claus too?"

"The robot cat will only know after seeing it. However, if Santa Claus's father is not Santa Claus, Nobita, will you be disappointed?"

The meeting place was in Yichun Garden. Mu Deli went there first, ventilated the room, and boiled a pot of boiling water.After a while there was a knock on the door.Open the door, outside the door is a man standing upright, with gray hair and a dignified face.

Mudli invited him into the house, and said with a little guilt of occupying the magpie's nest: "I didn't expect you..." Without the key, Mudli didn't have the nerve to say it.

"I'm a guest of this house." Ling Mu flattened the collar he had erected to keep out the cold wind.He folded his legs relaxed against the sofa, fingers crossed.Ling Mu watched Mu Deli bring him a cup of hot tea, and said, "It seems that Mr. Mu is indeed Qingyuan's friend."

Mudli sat down on the single sofa next to him, bent his elbows on his knees to support his body weight, and said "Yes" without shame.

Ling Mu took a leisurely look around the room. In the living room, there are floor-to-ceiling bookcases, scripts, books, music and movie discs, and an upright piano covered with a piano cloth. Quite a lot."

Ling Mu didn't spend too much time being emotional or nostalgic, he quickly withdrew his gaze, not letting his emotions show too much, and running too far out of control.He sat upright, looked at Mudli and said, "Qingyuan likes movies very much. I am willing to invest so that his unfinished movies can be shown to the public. Mr. Mu, since you are his friend, there should be no reason to refuse My proposal."

"I can understand what you want to do for Qingyuan as...a father. But from my standpoint, I still want to ask you: Do you know the real cause of Qingyuan's death?"

Ling Mu asked, "He's been gone for half a year, right?"

"Today is exactly half a year."

Ling Mu withdrew his eyes and pondered quietly for a while.This man is over sixty years old, and his excessive sensitivity and elite temperament make it easy for people to overlook the engraving of the years on his face.However, this silence, however, helplessly reveals the twilight, aging and haggardness of a person.

After a while, Ling Mu regained his composure, his expression vibrated slightly, and his eyes became focused.He asked Mudli: "Is this a condition you cannot compromise on?"

"That's right, Mr. Ling. To be honest, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your willingness to invest. But it is because of you that I am not willing to simply sell Qingyuan's posthumous work." Mudli put his hands together, and put them on his lips like a prayer , downcast.He only heard him say again: "Qingyuan has made five films in these years, in fact, he can ask you for money."

"I know. But my son doesn't have it." Ling Mu sighed with vicissitudes of life: "Even if I am no longer his legal father, I am still the father who brought him life."

"You... don't blame him. His guy is just too clear."

"Let me tell you another reason, why I want to cast "Xiao Duoduo" is because the story is about a child. He is innocent and kind, reminds me of his childhood..." Ling Mu expressed affection and reason to Mu Deli Xiaozhi: "Screenwriter Mu, I've never seen someone who offers money for a film like you and refuses to accept it."

"I'm not refusing to resign, just like I understand that your move is out of love for your son. It's just that I still need to figure out some... matters. Whether the money is for him or to harm him, I can't be behind him And add to his troubles."

Ling Mu's eyes flickered for a moment: "Hit him? I'm his father."

"But you are more than his son."

Hearing this sentence, Ling Mu raised his eyebrows and his thick forehead raised his forehead. His eyes were sharp for a moment, and he looked directly at Mudli and said, "Young man, you are inquiring about some superfluous things."

"I'm here. Sorry, I'm inquiring about the privacy of your business empire again. Of course, you can still reply me: no comment."

"I don't know what you have found, and you want to ask me for confirmation. I solemnly tell you that you are misreading and distorting a father's intentions." Ling Mu carefully looked at the young man in front of him. With his more than [-] years of life, the ups and downs of the business world There are countless people, and it is impossible not to see that this young man has a certain degree of disbelief and wariness towards him.

Mudli quickly ran through Ling Mu's information in his mind: people born in 90 caught up with almost all major events of the era except Jianguo.Anti-Rightist, Leap Forward, Famine-Famine, Cultural-Revolution, Zhi-Qing After returning home, he met his ex-wife, fell in love and gave birth to a child.After that, he returned to the college entrance examination and became a scholar. After obtaining a high degree of education, he went into business.Bold and sharp business intuition, in the early [-]s, he crossed the ocean for Boli.In less than ten years, Daxizhou became famous.Today, it is even more daring to be the first with science and technology as its sail, and even dabbles in oil exploration and seabed exploration.

His business achievements shocked everyone. After he got rich, he invested in domestic industrial real estate as a Chinese. Now his net worth is as numerous as stars.

"You are sincere. I am afraid that someone will distort your fatherly love." Mudli replied.He remembered that Ling Mu had made public his will, dividing the posthumous investment into three shares and the sons would inherit them, and as for the business, he would be appointed to the talents.Wealth corrupts people's hearts, who knows if someone will be jealous and covet an ex-wife's child.

Ling Mu stopped talking.He massaged his temples with both hands.After a long time, I put down my hands and said: "I'm old and I will miss my son. But I didn't expect Qingyuan to leave earlier than me...Since Mr. Mu insists so much, I don't force it. In a word, investment, I put it in Here, if you need his movies, you can take them."

"His films naturally need investment, but there are also many people who sincerely appreciate his films." Mudli replied quietly: "Qing Yuan, who I know, has been the purest person from the beginning. Similarly, there will be the purest people appreciate."

Using money to buy art is like using money to buy a family relationship, which is understandable but regrettable.Ling Mu leaned on the sofa, he tried his best, and he also knew that he had no time to do more...better.

"He's more like his mother... With a friend like Qingyuan you, he should feel at ease."

"You're over the top. I'm the screenwriter, he's the director, I'm his pen, and he's my...inspiration."

The two sat dryly, and the warm tea became cold.No one wanted to ask the other person to go, and no one wanted to leave first.Mudli picked up the teacups from left to right, and went to the kitchen for a cup of hot water.Back in the living room, he heard Ling Mu say:

"Director Mu, tell me the story of Qingyuan. I don't know, but you know..."

"Qingyuan..." Mudli smiled gently. This was the first time he had a smile in his eyes today: "Actually, I haven't known him for a long time. It's only since college. It's only half of my life. I'm from the same department and classmate of the cinema. roommate."

"At that time, he was so shy and quiet that he didn't look like a boy, as if he could be blown away by the wind." Mudli's eyes drifted away, and he recalled: "It was only later that I found out about his... family history."

"Her mother left suddenly." Ling Mu confessed subconsciously: "It was so sudden...even I didn't know."

At the beginning, Ling Mu and his wife agreed to divorce because of their different development paths.The pre-marital property was divided, and the father provided enough funds for the son to finish college.He thought, maybe this line was drawn so decisively that the son didn't even contact his father when his mother died.And he didn't ask the mother and son much after he left.

"Maybe it's because of this." When it comes to friends' family affairs, Mudli didn't dare to say anything in front of them. He continued: "Without family to take care of... Living alone for more than a year makes him not like People of the same age love it so much.”

"I really want to know how you guys got to know each other." Ling Mu asked.He regretted his wife's depression and suicide, and he didn't want to talk about it in depth.

"Because I set an 'ambition' to make him happy." Muddli said with a smile.

On the campus in golden autumn, the noise of freshmen overwhelmed one after another.

"Hey, Ma, who came up with such a catchy name for you?"

"That's to say, Madrid, why don't you go to the Department of Acting, you're just as famous as you are."

"Derry, you are not an overseas Chinese, are you from any country, Spain!"

"Shut up, you immoral bastards! I have told you many times, my surname is Mu, and my name is Mu Deli. Speaking of which, my original surname is Murong, and Murong Fu is a single passer for 38 generations. I think my surname is too old. Trouble, I only dropped the word 'rong'. Let me tell you, I am the grandson and grandson of the prince of the Great Yan Kingdom, and you have committed the crime of being disrespectful, so you will be dragged out and beheaded."

"The villain pays his respects to Mr. Murong, Great Yan Kingdom will last forever, long live my emperor!" Several students knelt down one after another, imitating Abi in Tianlong Babu to serve the crazy Mr. Jia.

"Damn it! I think you guys entered the wrong door. The three of you go to the acting department, who dares to say that you can act."

When Osmanthus blooms, the campus is full of fragrance.A gust of wind blows, and jade stamens fly.Thin clouds, like fluffy feathers, flitted across the blue sky and cast shallow shadows on the ground.Birds fly across the lake at low altitude, bringing a little sparkle.A boy with a handsome appearance and a quiet and introverted temperament stood under the shade of a tree. His facial features were particularly soft, not even sharper than the autumn wind of this season.

"Look, you look at Qingyuan, learn from others how to unite with classmates. You know, don't keep calling people nicknames." Mudli said.

Several other boys rolled their eyes: "That's because he's not at the same level of aesthetics as you. He's a young man. Your jokes are too vulgar to make people look down on them. Isn't it, Qing Yuan."

Ling Qingyuan thought for a while, not knowing whether to say yes or no.He lightly scratched his neck and said hesitantly, "Mudley is called Mudli. What's there to say about that?"

When autumn was coming, his black hair and brown eyes were as dark as water, like the fruit on a tree.

"Did you see that this is the missing student from the Acting Department." Mudli joked with several boys around him.

"I applied for the director department, there's nothing wrong with that."

"Can't you hear that I'm praising you?" Mouldli rolled his eyes.

Ling Qingyuan didn't understand what he said honestly, and the boys all laughed, saying that Mudli's jokes were too low-grade to satisfy the appetite of the audience.

"I applied for the director department, there is nothing wrong with that. It's not ridiculous at all."

The author has something to say:

Murong Fusheng was born in 10XX, Lao Musheng was born in 1979, almost 38 generations (his face

Kneeling, this is called sneaking away. 1.2411. 22:1.250 double update [-]: sneak away (recover face