Zhang Hong went to Tiantan Hospital in the capital while wearing a mask.
The grandpa just now told him the bed number.
But after he got there, he didn't go in because the old man was already asleep.
But here he also saw a young man who came to watch the night.
Seeing Zhang Hong who had just taken off his mask, he was obviously very excited.
Zhang Hong gave him a look. He looked back at the old man who was already asleep, and then asked a young man next to him who was also keeping vigil to look at him first, and then walked out.
When he was about to say something, Zhang Hong made a "shush" gesture and led him to the trash can outside the inpatient building.
"Do you want to smoke?" Zhang Hong took out the bag.
The young man nodded, and then became very excited: "Brother Zhang! I am your fan! I really like Fang Bi!"
Zhang Hongfa gave him a cigarette, then lit it for the two of them, and then grinned: "It's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning, hehe..."
As long as this person doesn't treat himself as a ball like the fans of the factory director, then there will be no problem.
After taking a puff of cigarette, Zhang Hong looked at the excited young man and asked: "What do you call me? Brother, what is your relationship with Mr. Jia? Also, just call me Zhang Hong."
"Brother Hong, just call me Jia Xu! That's my grandpa!" The young Jia Xu was obviously excited. He took out his mobile phone and gestured, "Brother Hong, can we take a photo with you? My girlfriend is too
I particularly like your film "Clouds Falling in the Red Dust"!"
"That must be no problem!" Zhang Hong took the phone, made a V sign, took a selfie with him, and then returned the phone to him.
After getting the group photo, Jia Xu seemed satisfied.
He trembled and took a puff of cigarette, then slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory! Brother Hong, what do you want to do with my grandpa?"
In his impression, his grandfather was an ordinary old man who was unsmiling and stern. He didn't understand what the relationship between this star director and his ordinary grandfather was.
Zhang Hong raised his eyebrows: "Brother, don't you know what your grandfather did before?"
"I was just a vice president of a bank. I retired in eight years. What else can I do? My father and I didn't rely on my grandfather. He didn't allow family members to rely on his connections to find jobs." Jia Xu didn't care.
"Anyway, I'm studying programming, so I don't have to rely on my family after I graduate."
Zhang Hong grinned: "Then what if I told you that your grandfather used to be a first-class national war hero, and his family has a lot of medals and certificates?"
Jia Xu was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "It's impossible. My grandfather never said anything. My father only knows that my grandfather was a soldier when he was young."
It seems that the old man has never told his family.
The old "Yan Shuangying" who hides his merits and fame is worthy of admiration.
"Then you really don't understand. Your grandpa is really a hero. I was entrusted by someone to make a film about your grandpa." Zhang Hong started to talk, "Brother, what kind of person is our grandpa?"
Jia Shen thought for a while: "Stern, strict, and extremely strict, that's probably it. My father, uncle, aunt, me, and my cousin are all very afraid of my grandpa."
"Is that so..." Zhang Hong thought thoughtfully.
He chatted with Jia Xu for a while, and gradually understood Mr. Jia's character.
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Hong said with a smile: "It's getting late, so I won't bother you to go back and rest. Let's do this, brother, let's leave our contact information and keep in touch in the future."
"Okay, Brother Hong!" Jia Xu is also a familiar person. He quickly added Zhang Hong as a friend and said, "Brother Hong, just contact me when you have time. I haven't just graduated. When the time comes,
Please cook the pot."
"That's it, brother." Zhang Hong put on his mask, "Then I'll withdraw first. You can go back quickly."
After saying goodbye, he walked out of the hospital gate and met Lin Muqing who was waiting here.
After that, he didn't go to see Sun Zheng and Liu Yishou, but just called them to explain the situation.
He didn't care about the surprise they said they had prepared for him later, so he found a hotel room and checked in.
Of course there are two rooms.
He has a room and Miss Lin has a room.
He's going to start perfecting the script!
After opening the information and studying it carefully for more than an hour, Zhang Hong's frown gradually relaxed.
"A science fiction writer accidentally joined the army, and then grew from a squeamish 'young soldier' who found everything troublesome to a real soldier..."
"Wei Laisheng...future...sheng? This is a good name."
The story in Zhang Hong's mind gradually became clear.
Open the laptop, plug in the USB flash drive, and Zhang Hong gets busy.
A few hours later, the sky was bright.
Zhang Hong stretched out and glanced at the densely packed words on the document. He lit up a post-event cigarette with satisfaction and started smoking leisurely.
There was a knock on the door.
Zhang Hong quickly stood up and put out his cigarette, then put the ashtray in the drawer.
Then he opened the window to get some air.
After doing all this within ten seconds, he went to open the door.
Sure enough, standing outside the door was a tall black man with a good figure.
She also held fried eggs, bread and a cup of coffee in her hands.
After bypassing Zhang Hong and walking into the room, the eldest lady's nose twitched under her straight nose.
She frowned slightly and glanced at the open window, but she didn't say anything. She just put breakfast on the table and said calmly: "Go to bed early after breakfast. I'll call you if I need anything."
Zhang Hongli grinned: "How did you know I stayed up all night?"
He had looked in the mirror just now. Although his beard was a bit sad and his eyes were tired, there were no dark circles under his eyes.
Lin Muqing flipped up her hair and said in a calm tone: "Because I just know."
No one knows Zhang Hong better than Lin Muqing.
In the early morning, the ratings for the first two episodes should be released, and many people have been awake all night.
For example, Liu Yishou and Sun Zheng, and other people in the crew.
Liu and Sun probably didn't want to disturb Zhang Hong's rest, so they called Lin Muqing at four in the morning to tell her about the ratings.
By the way, I also told her that Zhang Hong was shortlisted for multiple awards in multiple award ceremonies.
Lin Muqing also immediately dialed Wang Ye's phone number.
Answered in seconds.
This shows that the leaders in the village have obviously not slept all night.
After informing them of the news, Lin Muqing waited silently in his room.
Not waiting for Zhang Hong to wake up.
Although she guessed that Zhang Hong must not have slept, she understood Zhang Hong's character.
With that kind of artistic personality, he doesn't care about ratings at all.
There is only one reason why Zhang Hong didn't sleep, and that was what happened last night.
So he must be working on the script all night long.
Lin Muqing would not disturb him when he was creating, although... he really wanted to be by his side and watch him create.
This is also the reason why she prepared breakfast early in the morning. In fact, she wanted to be the first to see the script, and also to urge Zhang Hong to eat and sleep so as not to burn out her body.
Glancing at the laptop from the corner of her eye, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
Sure enough, it was just as she thought.
No one knows Zhang Hong better than her.
She looked back at Zhang Hong, who was devouring breakfast, and asked, "Can I see this script?"
Zhang Hongman didn't care: "Look, you are the producer, you have the final say."
"Right!"
Zhang Hong slapped his forehead, took out two bank cards and threw them to her: "This is the investment given by Grandma Lu and those grandpas. The total is about five million. You should keep it."
Lin Muqing didn't say anything, he just silently took the bank card and sat in front of the computer.
She knew Zhang Hong, so she knew why Zhang Hong accepted the money.
Naturally, she would not raise any objection - if she had any objection, she would have raised it last night.
With the sound of Zhang Hong's chopsticks clashing with the dinner plate, she dragged the document to the top and began to read the script carefully.
Strictly speaking, this is a time-travel drama.
The protagonist of the story is named Jia Xu.
This guy is an out-of-the-box kid.
The old man had always been unsmiling and very strict with his children, which led to a cold relationship between Jia Xu's father and the old man.
Zhang Hong was not very familiar with his grandfather, and his impression was that he was a strict and unsmiling person.
When the old man passed away, he went back with his parents to attend the funeral.
A few years later, when Jia Xu was 22 years old and had just graduated from college, the old house in his hometown was demolished. Because his father was too busy and had no time to go back, Jia Xu, who was unemployed after graduation, was asked to go back and sort out his grandfather's belongings.
Jia Xu went back.
When he was packing up his belongings, he found a package at the bottom of the box where his grandfather kept his clothes.
After opening it, he learned about the side of his grandfather that was unknown at the time from the materials and military medals inside.
It turns out that my grandfather is a first-class national combat hero. He participated in the "March War" and was a platoon leader.
There are also photos of grandpa when he was young.
Next to grandpa's package, there was another package.
With curiosity, Jia Xu opened the package.
There was only one special merit medal lying there quietly.
Jia Xu stretched out his hand.
The moment his hand touched the military medal, his eyes flashed and he realized that he was no longer in the old house.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a deserted, run-down village.
There were still snowflakes falling outside, but fortunately his windbreaker was thick enough to block the wind, so it was no big deal.
When he came outside, he heard footsteps.
Soon, a group of half-grown men came over with guns carried, led by two young men in their twenties wearing regular military uniforms.
Jia Xu's eyes widened at that time.
Because one of them... looks exactly like the young grandpa in the photo!
No! Even younger!
Apparently they also discovered Jia Xu, so they surrounded him with caution.
However, Jia Xu's deliberate use of his hometown dialect made them let down their guard.
When asked by Jia Xu, they also told them where they were now and that they were fighting.
At the same time, the leader also said that he was the platoon leader who was sent to train these boys. His name was... Jashen.
Huge waves set off in Jia Xu's heart!
Jashen...is exactly the name of his grandfather!
Lin Muqing looked back at Zhang Hong, who was still struggling with breakfast.