Not only did Song Xiao not understand this movie, but other audiences did not understand it either.

"The scene switched inexplicably. It was on the altar the previous second, but why did you go to the palace the next second?"

"The appearance is so ugly. The most beautiful woman in the world has such a good look. The men in the play are also blind."

"You don't understand upstairs. Everyone in the movie looks ugly. They are like refugees. They are just dressed normally. Isn't they the number one beauty in the world?"

The plot is inexplicable, the scene switch is unnatural, the lines are shocking, and even the best actors and actresses who were originally used to attract box office are ugly. Fans have said that their idols were ruined by this movie and will never watch them in order to preserve the idol’s image in their hearts.

All the reviews on the website gave very low scores, and they were positioned on commercial blockbusters and bad movies, and the box office was very green. Only in the first week, I made some box office because of the large number of screenings, because there would be boring couples like Yu Tang and Song Xiao who would watch them without knowing the truth.

By the second week, the content of the video has been known to everyone. Those who follow the reviews and news will not go to watch it, and most of the people who have watched it will not watch it again. So, by the second week, the box office will begin to become bleak.

Looking at the data sent by the finance department, Song Zicheng frowned and asked the public relations department to find a way to hype the movie. So Xinghai Entertainment bribed several film critics and began to write praises and press releases.

What unprecedented masterpieces, what kind of visual feast with magnificent scenes? As soon as the press release was released, it really attracted some people to watch them, but they started to scold them when they left the cinema.

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

"Director Liang, many viewers said they couldn't understand it, the plot was empty and inexplicable. What do you want to say about this?" Many media were sitting below, pricking up their ears to listen to Liang Xinmu's answer.

As a famous domestic director, Liang Xinmu still has a certain status. The media will not hand over the microphone as they do to artists, and they will sit down there in a very regular manner.

Liang Xinmu, who is in his forties, is a little fat. She sat behind the long table and proudly pulled the cap on her head: "This movie has condensed a lot of advanced movie consciousness, and the content inside is also very meaningful. You can't understand it now because the movie consciousness has not yet reached it."

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

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a lot of curses on the Internet.

"If you can't understand it, your level is low. It's true that you are not watching movies for the audience?"

"Okay, our level is low, but you are always high. You can play by yourself, we won't accompany you."

Song Zicheng was so angry that he called Liang Xinmu and scolded him. "We are promoting commercial blockbusters here, but you say that ordinary people can't understand it. Is he not wanting to make the box office pick up, right?"

Commercial blockbusters should be easy to understand, and if Qu Gao and Wu are not thinking about making money, they are not allowed to make money. Because Liang Xinmu is famous for being stubborn, investors are not allowed to make mistakes. During the filming of the movie, Song Zicheng only watched it twice, and did not know what it would look like. Unexpectedly, it was such a pure scene with a good look and a mess of plot.

When the year-end financial statements came out, Song Zicheng's face became even more ugly. The total investment was 400 million yuan, and the box office was only recovered by 120 million yuan, not even half of which was not reached. The report for this year was a loss again, and it will affect the activity process next year. Because the funds are under this, they cannot be recovered and new projects are difficult to carry out.

"Let's take a loan." Song Zicheng rubbed his eyebrows. To make the company resurrect, only loans will implement new projects. He has been making losses for two consecutive years. If he loses again next year, he will be delisted, or he will be kicked to the third board to fend for himself.

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

"The chairman himself and the executive president must be too busy," said a director sarcastically.

"We will definitely make a profit next year. We have already been optimistic about several projects and we guarantee that we will make sure to make sure we will not lose money." Song Zicheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

In the blink of an eye, it was the Spring Festival. Song Zicheng was a filial son. No matter how busy he was during the New Year, he had to go back to his parents. Aunt Chen returned to her hometown for the New Year, and there were only father and son left at home. It was boring to stare at her big eyes, so she packed her luggage early and went back to her hometown.

Song Xiao brought a few sets of clothes and their winter vacation homework, while Song Zicheng bought a lot of New Year's goods, carrying them in large bags.

The small town is a third-tier city. Fortunately, there is a small airport. It takes only two days to get from City A to train.

Song Xiao was a little nervous when he was on a plane for the first time and sat in his seat and called Yu Tang.

"Fight the seat belt, you won't buckle it and ask your dad to buckle it for you," Yu Tang said a little more. "You have to turn off your phone before the plane takes off, will you turn it off? Just the gray button on it, if you feel uncomfortable, take a chewing gum, and you can't swallow the chewing gum..."

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

Yu Tang was just talking and paused: "...well."

My hometown is a little northerly than City A. When I got off the plane, it was snowing. Grandpa Song drove to pick them up. He drove a jeep with a high chassis and stopped in front of the two of them with a whizz.

"Get into the car." Grandpa shook the glass and raised his chins to the two of them.

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

The house where my grandfather lives is a house built by himself. Because Song Zicheng is willing to spend money, it looks like a small villa. On the tall courtyard wall, there are two large vermilion iron doors. When I push the door open, I hear a loud welcome.

"It's back! It's back!" The sound was strange. Song Xiao looked up and saw the black-shaped sen brother standing on the bird stand under the corridor, with his big yellow mouth open and screaming.

"What's the noise?" The old lady in a cotton jacket walked out of the kitchen and scolded the bird. She turned around and saw the three grandparents who had just entered the door. She immediately laughed and said, "Xiao Xiao, come and let grandma see!"

Song Xiao was very surprised to see his grandmother. He couldn't remember it clearly when he saw his grandmother in his previous life. He immediately threw down his luggage, walked towards his grandmother, and gave a big gift: "Happy New Year, grandma!"

"Okay, okay," Grandma Song was very happy. She quickly took out a red note from her waist and stuffed it into Song Xiao's hand. "Why did you wish you a New Year in advance? Fortunately, Grandma is prepared."

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

When Song Zicheng heard this, his body suddenly stiffened and looked at Grandpa Song with a disgusting face: "That, father-in-law is here too?"

"Ah, it's boring for the New Year alone. Your mother and I pulled him over. We live not far away anyway, so we come here to have dinner every day." Grandpa Song happily pulled his son into the house, not seeing his son's nervousness at all.

When he opened the living room door, he saw an old man with white hair and beard sitting dignified on the sofa, watching TV attentively. Opera was being played on the TV, and a black cat was sleeping on his legs. Hearing the sound of the door opening, the old man turned his head to look at the person coming, and saw Song Xiao wearing a blue sports down jacket at first sight. As soon as he showed a little smile, he saw Song Zicheng behind Song Xiao, whose face immediately looked bad.

"Old Song, you didn't say they were 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 quickly stepped forward to pull his father-in-law to say hello.

"I can't stand your dad. It's not too early, so it's time for the old man to go back." Grandpa put his hands behind his back, raised his foot and walked out.

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

"Xiaoxiao," Old Man Qu couldn't help but reach out to touch his head when he saw his grandson, "Go to my grandfather's house in the afternoon, and my grandfather will make you a doughnut."

"Old Qu, it's almost time to eat. You can't leave no matter what you say," Grandpa Song took his hand to hold his in-laws. "It's been so many years, so let's not mention the past. Xiao Xiao finally came back and hit his head before the New Year, and he didn't remember anything. What should you do if you scare the child when you happen?"

Grandpa Song and Grandpa Qu are old friends for many years. The marriage between the two families was also the intention of their fathers. Who knew that Qiu Mingyan would happen? Song Xiao died early again. Grandpa Qu had only this daughter, so he could not forgive Song Zicheng no matter what he said. After talking for a long time, Grandpa insisted on leaving. Song Xiao and Grandpa went out to see him off, leaving Song Zicheng standing awkwardly in the yard.

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

After lunch, Song Xiao actually went to his grandfather's house. It was not far away, just across the street.

In the lonely little yard, there was a tall sycamore tree planted, and a yellow local dog was tied under the tree. When Song Xiao came in, he screamed fiercely.

"Dahuang, don't yell!" Grandpa scolded the big dog and pulled Song Xiao into the house with a smile.

Unlike the grandfather's magnificent decoration at his grandfather's house, this house is very simple. There are eight immortal chairs in the living room and a desk with brush writing in the corner.

"Wait a minute, when my grandfather finished writing this piece, I will make a dough circle for you." Old man Qu smiled and walked back to the back of the table, lifting his pen to write.

It is written as a couplet, held on red paper, and should have been written for your neighbors, all of which are festive and auspicious couplets.

Song Xiao looked at this scene and felt familiar inexplicably, as if he had met somewhere. He felt a little frustrated in his chest. Song Xiao said to his grandfather and turned to go to the yard for breathing.

The sycamore tree in the yard had fallen leaves and stood barely in the snow. The big yellow dog retracted into its nest and watched boredly as the snowflakes melted on its nose.

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

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

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

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

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao!" Song Zicheng's anxious voice came from his ears.

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

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

"You suddenly fainted in the yard, but you scared your grandfather." Grandma held his hand and muttered. Old Man Qu, who had always been proud, called Song Zicheng for the first time when he saw his grandson fainted.

"I'm fine," Song Xiao rubbed his eyebrows, "I suddenly remembered something about the past."

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

It was very lively on New Year's Eve, with firecrackers everywhere. There was no ban on fireworks in small cities. Many children set off fireworks outside, and it was bright everywhere.

Grandpa and grandma rushed to make the New Year's Eve dinner, and Song Zicheng helped in the house. Because when Song Xiao fainted, Song Zicheng performed very well, and his grandfather changed a little about him and reluctantly agreed to stay at Grandpa Song's house for the New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve dinner. Song Xiao and grandpa stood in the yard with their grandfather, and the brother beside him said over and over again: "Happy New Year! Happy New Year!"

"Grandpa, you said, what did I look like when I was autistic before?" Song Xiao asked the old man beside him.

The memories 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 about his body, but he couldn't say it. He just cried silently all night and wanted to call him mother, but he couldn't make any sound.

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

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

Song Xiao was stunned and looked at his grandfather in surprise. Old Man Qu didn't say much, turned around and returned to the room, leaving Song Xiao alone in the same place.

Three souls and seven spirits are missing one soul, and this soul is the master of seven emotions and six desires.

This sounds absurd, but it reminded Song Xiao in one sentence. Zi said that he was not very powerful, but he could bring the memories of his previous life, so he had to believe these mysterious and mysterious things. Before, at Yu Tang's house, I heard from the Queen Mother that Yu Tang had autism when he was a child and got better five years ago.

A ridiculous idea suddenly emerged in my mind. Perhaps he and Yu Tang used each other's lifespan for a reunion in this life. Three souls and seven spirits were not complete, and living like walking corpses was equivalent to not living. These years have been exchanged with God.

Stop on the Naihe Bridge, never drink and forget the river, and never forget the previous fate.

Take out your cell phone from your pocket, dialed Yu Tang's phone number, and just rang, it was picked up.

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

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

"Hmm?" Yu Tang stood by the window, looking at the fireworks in the distance, but he didn't hear Song Xiao say the next sentence for a while, "What's wrong? Is something happening?"

"No," Song Xiao looked up and looked at the sky that turned red because of the fireworks. "Happy New Year, and..."

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

"I'm going back on the seventh day of the lunar month." After saying this, Song Xiao hung up the phone.

Yu Tang stared blankly at the sign of "the call end" on his mobile phone. The queen said this when she left. Why did she say it again? She walked towards the dining table in confusion. When she was halfway through, she suddenly stopped. His Majesty the Emperor widened her eyes. His queen was...who missed him?
Chapter completed!