Chapter 45 New Year's Eve

"Xuanji" movie, not only did Song Xiao not understand it, the other audience did not understand it also.

"The scenes were so disconnected that the first second they were still on the altar. How did they went to the palace in the next second?"

"The appearance is also too difficult to see. Whatever the first beauty in the world, it is a long line of virtue. The men in the play are also enough ugly to be guilty."

"You don't understand anything..... everyone in the movie is ugly. One by one is the same looks as the refugees, so is the normal dress of the female. Isn't it the best made in the world?"

The story is confounding. Switching scenes are not naturally snyc, the lines are ridiculous, and even the scandalized actress that was originally used to attract the box office also looks ugly. Fans have expressed that their idol have been destroyed by the movie and that in order to preserve the image of the idols, they are determined not to look at it.

All the film reviews on the website gave very low scores to the "Xuanji". They were positioned in commercial blockbusters and bad films, and the box office was a miserable gray....Only in the first week of the week, because of the large number of films, some box office were made, because there would be such a boring couple as Song, who would not be able to see the truth.

In the second week, the content of the film has been known to everyone. People who are concerned about filming and commenting that they will not watch it, and those who have seen it will not see it a second time. So, in the second week, the box office began to go bleak.

Song Zicheng looked at the data sent by the financial department and frowned and asked the public relations department to find a way to hype this movie. As a result, Xinghai Entertainment bought several critics and began to write criticisms and news releases.

What unprecedented masterpiece, what scenes magnificent visual feast. As soon as the transcript came out, it actually attracted some people to go to watch, but when they got out of the movie theater, they began to feel paralyze.

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

"Director Liang, many viewers said they couldn't watch "Xuanji" and the story was empty and confounding. What do you want to say about this?" Many media sat down and listened to Liang Xinmu's answer.

As a well-known domestic director, Liang Xinmu still has a certain status. The media do not just randomly hand over the microphones like the artistes. They sit underneath the rules.

Forty-year-old Liang Xinmu, who was a little fat, sat behind a long table and looked proudly at the cap on his head: "This film has condensed many advancement movie consciousnesses. The contents are very profound. It is because  for the consciousness the movie has not been reached yet."

In other words, you do not understand because of your low level brain capacity.

As soon as this statement came out, the Internet suddenly buzzed.

"If you don't understand it, it means you brain level is low. Will you be able to shoot a movie for your self instead of giving it to the audience?"

" Yes, we have a low level brains and you have a high level of performance. Go and watch it yourself. We don't want to watch it."

Song Zicheng was half-dead, he called Liang Xinmu. "Our side is propagating commercial movies. You say that ordinary people cannot watch it. This is because you don't want to make the box office warmer. Is it right?"

  The commercial blockbusters must be easy to understand by the ma.s.ses. Don't think about earning money. Because Liang Xinmu is notoriously awkward, investors are not allowed to dictate his directing methods. During the filming period, Song Zicheng only went to see it twice. He didn't know exactly what it was like to shoot it out. He did not expect this pure scene to look good and the story be a mess.

Year-end financial statements came out and Song Zicheng's face was even more ugly. "Xuanji" has a total investment of 400 million yuan. Only 120 million yuan was recovered at the box office, and it even failed to reach the target not to mention even a half. This year's report is a complete loss, and will affect the course of activities next year. Because the funds are pressed on this and cannot be recovered, new projects are difficult to be developed.

"Loans..." Song Zicheng rubbed his eyebrows, to let the company re-live, he could only ask a loan to implement new projects. He has been losing money for two consecutive years and his company will be delisted again next year, or it will be kicked to the third board to fend for itself.

At the year-end shareholders' meeting, there was no profit distribution. Shareholders expressed their dissatisfaction and asked for Zicheng to be replaced as the CEO.

1]....if you ever had a ma.s.sive my dear don't get investors....whey will push you around and finally out of your own founded company....

"The chairman and the chief executive are certainly too busy to come." One director said wickedly.

"We must be able to make profits next year. We have been optimistic about a few projects. We are sure that we will not lose our profits." Song Zicheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

In the blink of an eye to the Spring Festival, Song Zicheng as a dutiful son, and he has to return to his parents during his busy year. When Auntie Chen returned to her hometown for the New Year, the father and son were left behind at home, and it was boring to have a big eye and small eyes. Zicheng packed his luggage early and went back to his hometown.

Song Xiao took several sets of clothes and two winter homework a.s.signment. Song Zicheng bought a bunch of new products.

The small town is a three-tier city. Fortunately, there is also a small airport. There are only two cla.s.ses seating from the city A.

For the first time, Song Xiao took a plane and was a little nervous. He sat in his seat and called Yu Tang.

"By fastening your seat belt, you won't give your dad a reason from giving you a glare," he said. "If you want you can turn off the phone before taking off, how will you close it? With the gray b.u.t.ton above, if your ear is uncomfortable try chewing a gum, chewing gum but do not swallow ... ... "

Listen to the Emperor in the phone, Song Xiao suddenly was not nervous:" I will be back in the first seven days. " As he was talking about, his voice suddenly paused:" ... Well,"

The hometown is a little bit norther than City A, and when Song leaves the plane, he is under a light snow. Grandpa Song drove to pick them up. An old jeep with a high cha.s.sis drove and stopped in front of them.

"Get in the car." Grandpa shakes the gla.s.s and punches the two to lift the chin.

Song Xiao looked at his old grandfather and couldn't help but bend his eyes. In the previous generation, because he had poor medical skills in ancient times, when his father couldn't cure his illness, the grandfather died early. Modern medicine is developed, people's life expectancy is generally long, grandfather should be able to live long.

The house where Grandpa lived was a self-built residence because Song Zicheng was willing to spend money it was like a small villa. On the tall courtyard wall, with two large red iron doors, the door opened and there was a loud welcome.

"Come back! Come back!" The voice sounded weird. Song Xiao looked up and saw the dark-skinned bird. He was standing on the bird shelf under the porch, and his yellow mouth opened. .

"Noisy I bet?" The old lady wearing a cotton-padded jacket came out from the kitchen, rushed at the bird, and turned to see the grandson who had just entered the door. She immediately smiled and covered his face with folds. "Hey, come! Let grandma have a look!"

Song Xiao saw her grandmother and was very pleasantly surprised. The grandmother of the previous age died earlier than his grandfather. He did not remember her clearly. Immediately he dropped the luggage and walked toward her grandmother, and presented a big gift: "Grandma's happy new year!"

"Good," Grandma Song was very happy, and quickly pulled a red ticket from her waistband and stuffed it into Song Xiao's hands." How you paid for New Year's greetings in advance. Fortunately, grandmother was prepared."

After that, Grandma Song shouted his head and shouted at the house: "Hey Old man, your grandson is back, why don't you come out to see it?"

When Song Zicheng heard this, his body suddenly stiffened. For a moment, he looked at his father with a glance: "That, what is Old father doing here?"

1]....The Old man Qu...he is Song Xiao Grandfather on his mother side....

"Oh, the Old man was not interested for a New Year. My wife and I pulled him over. He lived near here anyway, everyday. Did you eat?" Grandpa Song cheerfully took his son into the house and did not see his son's nervousness.

When he opened the door of the living room, he saw an old man with white hair, sitting on the sofa dignifiedly, watching TV concentrating on the playing a drama on the TV. A black cat sleeps in his legs. . Hearing the sound of opening the door, the old man turned to look at the people. At one glance, he saw Song Xiao wearing a blue sports down jacket. Just as he was showing a smile, he saw Song Zicheng behind Song Xiao. His face immediately looked bad.

"Old Song, you didn't say they're coming back today!" He threw the cat on the sofa, stood up, froze and turned to go out.

"Father, happy new year." Song Zicheng was kicked by his father and he quickly pulled up to say h.e.l.lo to his father-in-law.

"I can't afford to be your dad, it's not too early. This old man should go back." The grandfather carried his hands behind his back and lifted his feet to go out.

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

"Hey," the old man could not help but reach out and touch his great grandson head. "In the afternoon, I'm going to a public house and great grandfather will make you a fried doughnut."

"Old man, it's almost ready time to eat. You you can't go." Grandpa Song handed it out to his relatives. "It's been so many years. Didn't you mention what you used to do? It's hard to come back. When we got to our heads in the past year, I couldn't remember. What did you do to scare the child?"

Grandpa Song and grandfather were old folks friend for many years. When the two marriages happened they were also parents, they knew they would come out. The matter of Qiu Ming, Song Xiao mother had died early. Qu Gong only had this daughter and said that he could not forgive Song Zicheng for anything because he cheated on his daughter and led her to her death. After saying that for a long time, the Grandfather Qu insisted on going. Grandpa Song and old man went out to deliver, leaving Song Zicheng in the courtyard.

"You, when you were in the middle school, you took a day to the old music house with a pickaxe." Grandma Song looked at his grandson's appearance and poked his head with her fingers.

After lunch, Song Xiao really went to his grandfather's house. In fact, it was not far away, there was a street.

In the lonely courtyard, a tall plane tree was planted. Under the tree, a yellow earth dog was seen and once it saw Song Xiao coming in. It barked fiercely.

"Rhubarb, you're not allowed to bark!" The grandfather yelled at the big dog and smiled and pulled Song Xiao into the house.

Different from the palatial decoration of Grandpa's house, this house is very simple. In the living room there are the Eight Immortals chairs. There is also a writing desk with brush and pen characters in the corner.

"Wait a minute, when grandfather finishes writing this one..... I'll make a doughnut for you." The old man smiled and wandered back behind the table to write.

Writing is a pair of couplets. It should be written on the red paper. It should be written for the neighbors and the right-hand. They are all auspicious pairings for celebration.

Song Xiao looked at this scene and felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he had been this place before. There was a rush of breath in the chest. Song Xiao told the grandfather and he went to the yard to catch his breathing.

The plane trees in the yard had fallen and the leaves stood bare in the snow. The yellow dog retracted into his nest and watched the snow melt on its nose.

"Son, come and make a snowman with mum."

"Son, you see, the big tree leaves fall again, and you come out with mom and play with the leaves."

A woman in a red sweater emerged from his eyes and spoke to the child under the tree. The child did not respond, but was alone in the roots of the tree, mechanically picking the stones on the ground.

Song Xiao can clearly see the woman's appearance, and he wants to respond to her, but he can't tell.

"Hey, hey!" The sound of anxious voice from Song Zicheng came to the ear.

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

"I'm here, what's wrong?" Song blinked and sat up.

"You suddenly collapsed in the yard and you scared your grandfather." Grandma took his hand to wrap. The prideful old man who had always been proud ...... When he saw his grandson fainted and made a phone call to Song Zicheng for the first time.

"I'm fine," Song Xiao rubbed his eyebrows. "It suddenly reminded me of something before."

Several adults looked at each other in disbelief and there were surprises in their eyes. The doctor also said that his memory may slowly recover and he can restore.

The night of the 30th was very lively. Firecrackers were everywhere. There were no non-smoking fires in the small cities. There were many children outside and the fireworks were everywhere.

The grandparents rushed to the New Year's dinner and Song Zicheng helped in the house. Because Song Xiao fainted, Song Zicheng performed very well as a father. The grandfather had somewhat saw a change in him, and reluctantly agreed to stay in the grandfather's house for a New Year's Eve in New Year's Eve. Song Xiao and his grandfather stood in the yard together. The old brothers around him said over and over again: "Happy New Year! Happy New Year!"

"Grandfather, you said, what did I look like when I was autistic?" Song Xiao asked the Old man.

The memory of the past gradually recovered. In the past 16 years, Song Xiao could easily recall it. When he was eleven years old, his mother ran out after a quarrel with his father and got into a car accident. Whatever he knew about this body, that is to say, he only silently cried for a whole night and wanted to call his mother, he could not make a sound.

When he was a child, he often played in the grandfather's yard. Today, he saw the phoenix tree. The memories of his past and life suddenly merged, causing him to suddenly faint.

"The doctor said you were autistic, I always did not believe that," Grandfather hands behind, smiled, "three souls and seven soul soul out of balance a little, but you were not impa.s.sioned, naturally you did not laugh or cry."

Song Xiao was surprised a moment, surprised to see Grandfather. The old man Qu did not say anything more, he turned back to the house and left Song Xiao alone in the same place.

Three souls and seven souls are less than one soul. This soul has seven pa.s.sions and six desires.

This speech was ridiculous, but it was a song that woke him up. The child can't speak to G.o.d, but he can bring memories of past lives. These mysterious things have to be believed. Before he was at home, he was told that even Yu Tang had autism when he was a child. He got better five years ago.

A ridiculous idea suddenly emerged in his mind. Song Xiao followed Yu Tang, perhaps, with each other's life span of more than ten years in exchange for the reunion of this world. If the three souls are not full, and they live like dead bodies, it means that they are not alive. All these years of time are used to exchange with heaven till they found the complete soul.

.....Stop on the bridge not to drink full Meng Po wine and forget about the frontier.

He took out his cell phone from his trousers pocket and dialed the hustle and bustle. The call rang only once and was picked up.

"You haven't eaten yet?" The Emperor seems to be eating something, swallowing something and getting up and leaving the table.

"Well, I haven't started yet," Song Xiao licked his lips. "Emperor..."

"Huh?" He was standing by the window, watching the fireworks in the distance. He didn't hear Song Xiao saying the next sentence. ".....What happened?"

"Its nothing" Song Xiao said, looking up at the sky that had become red because of fireworks. "Happy New Year, and..."

"What else?" When he heard this he became inexplicably nervous.

"I will come back in the first seven days." After finis.h.i.+ng this sentence, Song Xiao hung up.

Looking at the sign of "end of call" on the phone, what was said when the Empress left, how could he say it again? Yu Tang walked to the table in a hazy way and came halfway to stop. The Emperor's eyes widened: What his empress meant was... He wants him?

The author has something to say: Small theater:

Yu Tang: The Empress thought of me, Oye!

Younger Brother: (¬_¬)

Yu Tang: Why do you roll your eyes ... do you think I have nothing to do with it?

Brother: ╮ (╯▽╰) ╭

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