Everyone was immersed in the charm of Wenyi's version of Dongfang Invincible, but Xiao Qian saw further.
"With this role, Sister Yi may become a Best Actress."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.
Is Wen Yi's performance good?
That is really good, impeccably good.
But what shocks everyone is that this is a martial arts movie.
Aren’t martial arts movies always purely entertainment works? Can such a work be recognized by the judges of the film festival?
But Xiao Qian was very sure that Wen Yi might become an exception.
First, after "Sweetheart", there really aren't any movies with prominent female characters.
Second, with the popularity of martial arts novels in recent years, especially after their literary value has been widely explored, the mainstream view of martial arts novels is no longer just contempt.
Since "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin" and other acting novels can be classified as classics, why can't martial arts novels be also?
The artistic value of a work should be judged rather than its type.
In the Ming Dynasty, weren't "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "Water Margin" also unfashionable gossip?
After hundreds of years of co-authorship, they have become pearls in cultural history, and nothing else can?
Thirdly, Wen Yi’s performance was too good.
Especially the many elements shown in the movie have also become bonus points in the selection.
Emotions, ethics, and identity are the areas that art is most willing to think about, and Dongfang Bubai possesses them all.
Li Qingjue watched a movie and was impressed by Wen Yi, making him very agitated.
"Sister Wenyi has been so enviable throughout her life. Hey, with such a role, I'm afraid she will always be remembered."
Wen Yi happily hugged her and smiled: "You are also enviable. If nothing else, that unparalleled song in the world is still talked about by people."
As she spoke, her brows suddenly frowned, her nose twitched continuously, and she wondered: "What does it smell like?"
When he lowered his head, he suddenly saw blood flowing out from under Li Qingjue's buttocks.
"Oh, it's bleeding, call the doctor quickly."
The originally harmonious scene suddenly fell into chaos, and everyone was scared to death. Fortunately, the doctor and nurse were watching the movie nearby, so they quickly ran over and squeezed Xiao Qian away.
When the doctor saw it, he calmed down instantly.
"This is about to be produced. It will be sent to the sterile room immediately."
Li Qingjue's chair was specially made. Several doctors and nurses worked together and quickly lifted the chair and rushed to the production room that had been prepared not far away.
Xiao Qian has been confused and can't figure out what emotions he is feeling. Nervous, expectant, panic, joy...
It was Wen Yi who pushed him.
"Why are you still standing there? Come in and take care of it."
Xiao Qian finally regained consciousness and asked a stupid question.
"Can I go in?"
Wen Yi gave him a big eye roll.
"You are Qingjue's husband. If you can't go in, who can?"
Only then did Xiao Qian react and ran away like a monkey.
After a while, Li Zhen, Xu Mingxia, Xiao Guoji, Ai Milan and others all heard the letter and rushed back.
Everyone just stayed outside and felt that time passed very slowly.
Xiao Qian in the production room is completely the opposite.
His feeling was that everything was going too fast.
In the past, when watching TV, it was difficult for a woman to give birth to a baby. She had to struggle and suffer for a long time before the baby could be born.
How come when he arrived at Li Qingjue's place, he just hummed a few times and without even breaking a sweat, a fat boy weighing seven pounds and six taels landed in Xiao Qian's arms.
Xiao Qian held it carefully, listening to the baby's powerful cry, like a sculpture.
The newborn baby was wrinkled, its skin was as red as fire, and its two weak, boneless little fists were tightly curled up beside its head, as if it was afraid of being hit.
But for some reason, when he held her, he felt a strange, warm throbbing that swept over him, as if the world in front of him was completely different.
Xiao Qian became a father for the first time, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.
Over there, Li Qingjue had cleaned up with the help of the medical staff. Seeing him dumbfounded, he was really angry and funny. He shouted softly: "Why are you still standing there? Bring the child over quickly and let me take a good look."
"oh oh……"
Xiao Qian is just a wooden person now and must listen to other people's orders.
He brought the child to Li Qingjue very gently. Miraculously, the child stopped crying. His little mouth was squirming like a baby bird waiting for its mother to feed him.
Li Qingjue took the child and looked at it carefully, his eyes full of light.
Her feeling was stronger than Xiao Qian's. After all, this was the flesh that fell from her body. Although the whole birth process was very smooth and she did not feel any pain. But that process was the greatest sublimation of a woman.
"Look, how well-behaved our children are."
Xiao Qian nodded fiercely, stretched out her fingers timidly, touched her son's round and bulging cheeks, then quickly pulled back, leaving only a silly smile.
"Our son, there's no need to talk about it."
The young couple gathered together, curious about the newborn. The doctors and nurses over there had already cleaned the delivery room, opened the door, and let the others in.
Li Zhen took the lead and went straight to the child.
"Quick, let me see my great-great-grandson."
Li Qingjue handed the child over as instructed, and when Li Zhen hugged it, his hands suddenly felt heavy.
"Hey, good boy, I insist on getting it."
Ai Milan and Xu Mingxia were watching with envy, but they had no choice but to queue up.
When Xiao Guoji saw that he couldn't get in, he simply called his hometown.
Xiao Qian had a child and had to tell her grandma.
The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up.
"Hey, Mom, me."
"Are you sei?"
"I am the fourth child."
"Ah, Guoxiang!"
"No, I am Guoyi."
"Oh, you are the sixth child."
"I told you I'm the fourth child!!!"
"What's going on?"
"Your grandson has a child."
"Xiao Jin has a child? No, I was looking at him yesterday. He said he wanted to go to your place for what, oh, by the way, study, how come he has a child?"
"It's Xiao Qian who has a child."
"Who is Xiao Qian?"
"Forget it, let's go home for the New Year."
"I know, leave it alone, I still have to feed the pigs."
Xiao Guoji felt tired, put down the phone, and finally remembered that he was a grandfather.
I quickly washed my hands, got into the crowd, and finally held my fat grandson in my arms.
Oops, I am satisfied and even happier than opening ten more branches.
After Li Zhen was happy, he watched a group of people passing the baby around and asked, "Have you decided on a name for the baby?"
Xiao Qian looked at Xiao Guoji.
"Dad, what is the generation of the next generation?"
Naming your grandson is a big deal, and Xiao Guoji is more serious about it than making money.
"Let me take a look."
I don't know how he checked it, but after a while he said: "The next generation is the Qing generation."
Li Zhen was happy.
"Oh, how come the next generation of your Xiao family is the same generation as Qing Jue?"
Li Qingjue is from the Qing generation, and her cousins all have the character "Qing" in their names.
This coincidence surprised everyone.
Wen Yi simply said: "Then the child will be called Xiao Qingjue, which is like combining your two names."
This is how Xiao Qian named Weng Wenyin at the beginning, and she paid him back.
Everyone thought about it and found that it was actually pretty good.
It was Li Qingjue who made the decision.
"Hide the word 'Qing' and call it Xiao Jue."
With the surname Xiao, a two-letter name is far more pleasant and smooth than a three-letter name.
Xiao Guoji's generation didn't pay much attention to their seniority. But when it comes to Xiao Qian's generation, their "middle" generation.
Xiao Qian's name should have been Xiao Zhongqian...
Fortunately, none of their brothers called Xiao Chu.
There is only one word difference between Xiao Qingjue and Xiao Jue, but they feel completely different.
Li Zhenfengjie praised.
"You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains. Yes, yes, this name is worthy of this boy."
Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue didn't think much about it at first, they just thought Xiao Jue was a good name. When they heard Li Zhen's explanation, hey, they immediately became literate.
Xiao Guoji laughed even more.
"The calligraphy hanging in my office has this poem written on it. I didn't mention it anymore. Since it was such a coincidence, I decided to use this name."
Okay, Grandpa Zeng and Grandpa have spoken, and the matter is settled.
Looking at the son Yun'er was holding, Xiao Qian gently scratched his nose.
"You brat, whether you will be able to see all the little ones in the future depends on you. Your father will not care about you. A man should strengthen himself, do you understand?"
Xiao Jue, who had just come to this world, didn't take his father's words to heart at all. After yawning a big yawn, he calmly enjoyed the care of his beautiful aunt, and looked so drunk that Xiao Qian was really jealous.
