Stop Bothering Me, Emperor Chapter 45: New Year’s Eve

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The movie "Mystery" not only did not understand Song Xiao, but also other audiences.

"The scene switching was inexplicable. I was still on the altar one second, why did I go to the palace in the next second?"

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

"You don't understand upstairs, everyone in the movie looks ugly, one by one looks like a refugee, and the heroine wears it normally, isn't it the number one beauty in the world?"

The plot is inexplicable, the scene switching is unnatural, the lines are ridiculous, and even the actor and actress who were originally used to attract the box office look ugly. Fans said that their idol was ruined by this movie, and in order to keep the idol's image in their hearts, they decided not to watch it.

The film reviews on all websites gave "Mystery" a very low score. It was positioned as a commercial blockbuster and a bad movie, and the box office was very green. Only in the first week, I made some box office because of the large number of films, because there will be boring couples like Yu Tang and Song Xiao who will go to see without knowing the truth.

By the second week, the content of the film has been known to everyone. People who follow the film reviews will not watch it, and most of those who have watched it will not watch it again. So, in the second week, the box office began to bleak.

Song Zicheng looked at the data sent by Finance, frowned fiercely, and asked the public relations department to find a way to hype the movie. As a result, Xinghai Entertainment bought several film critics and began to write praiseworthy film reviews and press releases.

What an unprecedented masterpiece, what a magnificent visual feast. As soon as the manuscript was published, it did attract some people to watch it, but they began to curse after they left the movie theater.

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

"Director Liang, many viewers said they couldn't understand "Mystery", the plot was empty and inexplicable, what do you want to say about it?" Many media outlets sat down and listened to Liang Xinmu's answer.

Liang Xinmu still has a certain status as a well-known director in China. The media will not hand over the microphone like an artist, but sit down in a regular manner.

Liang Xinmu, in his forties, is a little fat. Sitting behind a long table, he arrogantly pulls the peaked cap on his head: "This movie has condensed a lot of advanced film consciousness, and the content inside is also very rich. Deep meaning. You can’t understand it now because the film consciousness has not yet reached."

In other words, you can’t understand it because of your low level.

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

"If you don't understand, your level is low, dare you to make a movie for the audience?"

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

Song Zicheng was so angry that he called Liang Xinmu to scold him. "We promote commercial blockbusters here, and you said that ordinary people can't understand them. This is not to make the box office pick up, right?"

Commercial blockbusters must be easy to understand. Don't think about making money if you are high and widowed. 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 I didn't know what it looked like. I didn't expect it to be such a bad film with a pure scene and a mess.

When the year-end financial statements came out, Song Zicheng's face became even more ugly. "Mystery" has a total investment of 400 million yuan, and the box office recovered 120 million yuan, not even half of it. This year's report is properly and it is a loss, and it will affect the progress of next year's activities. Because the funds are all pressed on this, they cannot be recovered, and new projects are difficult to start.

"Let's take a loan." Song Zicheng rubbed his eyebrows, and the only way to revitalize the company is to use loans to implement new projects. It has been losing money for two consecutive years. If it loses again next year, it will withdraw from the market, or be kicked to the third board to fend for itself.

At the end of the year-end shareholders meeting, there was no profit distribution. Shareholders expressed dissatisfaction and demanded that the CEO be replaced.

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

"It will definitely be profitable next year. We have been optimistic about several projects, and we have guaranteed that they will be profitable without loss." Song Zicheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

In the twinkling of an eye, it was the Spring Festival, Song Zicheng was a filial son, and no matter how busy he was during the New Year, he would return to his parents. Aunt Chen returned to her hometown for the New Year, and there were only the father and son left in the house. With big eyes and small eyes boring, she packed her luggage early and went back to her hometown.

Song Xiao brought a few sets of clothes and their winter homework, while Song Zicheng bought a bunch of New Year goods and carried them in large and small bags.

Xiaocheng is a third-tier city. Fortunately, there is also a small airport. From city a to there, there is only one flight in two days.

Song Xiao took a plane for the first time, a little nervous, and sat on the seat to call Yu Tang.

"Fasten your seat belt, you won’t let your dad buckle it for you," Yu Tang said, "You have to turn off your phone before the plane takes off, will you turn it off? The gray button on it makes your ears uncomfortable. Just eat a chewing gum, chewing gum can’t swallow..."

Listening to Yu Tang talking on the phone, Song Xiao suddenly became less nervous: "I will be back on the seventh day."

Yu Tang, who was talking, paused: "...um."

My hometown is a little bit norther than city a. When I got off the plane, it was snowing here. Grandpa Song drove to pick them up, and he drove a jeep with a high chassis when he was old, and stopped in front of them with a whistling sound.

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

Song Xiao looked at his strong old grandfather, and couldn't help but bend his eyes. In the past life, because of poor medical skills in ancient times, the old man could not cure his illness, so he went early. Modern medicine is developed and people generally live longer. Grandfather should be able to live a hundred years.

The house where Grandpa lives is a private house built by himself, because Songzicheng is willing to spend money to build it like a small villa. On the tall courtyard wall, there were two large vermilion iron gates. When the gate was opened, there was a loud welcome.

"Come back! Come back!" The voice sounded weird. Song Xiao looked up and saw the dark mynah, standing on the bird shelf under the corridor, with his big yellow mouth yelling. Non-stop.

"What's the noise?" The old lady wearing a cotton jacket walked out of the kitchen and gave a shout at the bird. She turned her head and saw the grandfather and grandson who had just entered the door. She immediately smiled with creases, "Xiao Xiao , Let grandma take a look!"

Song Xiao was very surprised when he saw his grandmother. The grandmother of the previous life went earlier than his grandfather, so he can't remember clearly. He threw down his luggage immediately, walked towards grandma, and gave a big gift: "Grandma Happy New Year!"

"Okay, well," Grandma Song was very happy, and quickly took out a red ticket from her waistband and stuffed it into Song Xiao's hand, "Why do we have to pay a New Year's greetings in advance, fortunately Grandma is prepared."

After finishing speaking, Grandma Song stretched her head and shouted into the room: "Old man Qu, your grandson is back, so won't you come out to have a look?"

When Song Zicheng heard this, his body suddenly stiffened, and he looked at Grandpa Song with a sullen expression: "Well, father-in-law is there?"

"Ah, it's boring for Old Qu to celebrate the New Year alone. Your mother and I brought him over. Anyway, we don't live far away. Come over to eat every day." Grandpa Song happily took his son into the house, completely unsure. Seeing the son's tension.

Opening the door of the living room, I saw an old man with white beard and hair, sitting on the sofa with a dignified manner, watching TV attentively. The TV was playing opera, and a black cat was sleeping on his lap. Four feet upright. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the old man turned his head to look at the people. At a glance, he saw Song Xiao wearing a blue sports down jacket. As soon as he showed a smile, he saw Song Zicheng behind Song Xiao, his face immediately awkward.

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

"Dad, happy new year." Song Zicheng was kicked by his father, and quickly stepped forward to greet his father-in-law.

"I can't afford to be like your dad, it's not early, the old man should go back." Grandpa put his hands behind his back and walked out with his feet up.

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

"Xiaoxiao," Old man Qu saw his grandson, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his head, "Go to grandpa's house in the afternoon, grandpa will make doughnuts for you."

"Old song, this is almost going to eat, you can't leave for anything you said," Grandpa Song came to stay with his in-laws, "It's been so many years, let's not mention what happened before? Xiao Xiao finally came back. One time, I knocked my head a year ago and I don’t remember anything. What can I do if you frighten the child?"

Grandpa Song and Grandpa Qu are old buddies for many years. The marriage of the two was also meant by the parents. Who knew that Qiu Mingyan would happen, and Song Xiao's mother died too early. Grandpa Qu only has this daughter, and he can't forgive Song Zicheng for anything. For a long time, grandfather still insisted on leaving. Song Xiao and grandpa went out to send them off, leaving Song Zicheng standing awkwardly in the courtyard.

"You, I took Xiaoxiao to the old Qu's house for a day in the second grade." Grandma Song looked at her son's appearance and poked his head with her finger.

After dinner at noon, Song Xiao really went to his grandpa's house. In fact, it was not far away, just across the street.

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

"Rhubarb, don't bark!" Grandpa scolded the big dog, and smiled and pulled Song Xiao into the house.

Different from the grandfather’s magnificent decoration, this house is very simple, with eight immortals chairs in the living room and writing desks in the corner.

"Wait a minute, when Grandpa finishes this writing, I'll make doughnuts for you." Old man Qu smiled and went back to the back of the table to write.

It was written as a couplet, which was put on the red paper. It should be written for the neighbors and neighbors. It was all festive and auspicious pairs.

Song Xiao looked at this scene, inexplicably familiar, as if she had met it somewhere. Feeling frustrated in his chest, Song Xiao said to his grandfather before turning around to go to the yard to breathe.

The plane tree in the yard has fallen leaves and stood bare in the snow. The big yellow dog retracted into his den, boredly watching the snowflakes melt on its nose.

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

"Baby, look, the leaves of the big tree have fallen again. Would you like to go out with your mother to pick up the leaves?"

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

"Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao!" Song Zicheng's anxious voice came from her ears.

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

"What's wrong with me?" Song Xiao blinked and sat up.

"You suddenly fainted in the yard, but you terrified your grandpa." Grandma took his hand and talked. The arrogant old man Qu, seeing his grandson fainted, called Song Zicheng for an unprecedented time.

"I'm okay," Song Xiao rubbed his eyebrows, "just suddenly remembered something from the past."

Several adults looked at each other, with surprises in their eyes. The doctor also said that his memory might recover slowly, and it is best to recover naturally.

The Lunar New Year’s Eve is very lively. Firecrackers are set off everywhere. There is no smoking ban in small cities. There are many children setting off fireworks outside, and it is bright everywhere.

Grandparents rushed to cook New Year's Eve dinner, Song Zicheng helped in the house. Because Song Zicheng was doing very well when Song Xiao passed out, his grandfather somewhat changed him, and reluctantly agreed to stay at Song Grandpa’s house for New Year’s Eve dinner on New Year’s Eve. Song Xiao stood in the yard with his grandfather, and the Grackle next to him said over and over again: "Happy new year! Happy new year!"

"Grandpa, what do you think I was like when I was autistic?" Song Xiao asked the old man next to him.

The memory of the past gradually recovered. Song Xiao could vaguely remember what happened in the past sixteen years. When he was eleven years old, his mother ran out after a big fight with his father and had a car accident. He knew everything in his body, just 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. Today, when he saw the sycamore tree, the memories of his past and present suddenly merged, causing him to faint suddenly.

"The doctor said it was autism. I have never believed it." Grandpa smiled with his hands behind his back. "Three souls, seven souls, and one soul. If you don't understand seven emotions, you will naturally not cry and laugh."

Song Xiao was taken aback and looked at Grandpa in surprise. Old man Qu did not say much, turned and went back to the house, leaving Song Xiao alone in a daze.

Three souls, seven souls, and one soul is missing. This soul masters seven emotions and six desires.

These words sounded absurd, but they only awakened Song Xiao. Zi doesn't talk strangely, but if he can carry the memories of his previous life, these mysterious and mysterious things have to be believed. At Yu Tang's house, I heard from the Queen Mother that Yu Tang also had autism when she was a child, and he got better five years ago.

An absurd idea suddenly came to mind. He and Yu Tang, perhaps, used each other's ten-year lifespan in exchange for a reunion in this life. Three souls and seven souls are incomplete, and living like a walking corpse is equivalent to not alive. The time of these years has been used to exchange with God.

Nevertheless, stop on the bridge and forget the river and the front edge without drinking.

Take out the cell phone from his trouser pocket, dial Yu Tang's phone, only to rang, then he was picked up.

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

"Well, it hasn't started yet," Song Xiao pursed his lips, "The emperor..."

"Huh?" Yu Tang stood by the window and looked at the fireworks in the distance. For a while, he didn't hear Song Xiao say, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"No," Song Xiao raised his head to look at the sky that was reddened by fireworks, "Happy New Year, and..."

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

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

Yu Tang stared blankly at the "Call End" sign on the phone. The queen said this when she left, so why did she say it again? Walking towards the dinner table in confusion, halfway through and suddenly stopped. His Majesty's eyes widened. The queen of his family... miss him?