Chapter 877 How to say? It’s hard to say? Just don’t say it!
"How about over there? Even the air is sweet?"
"The air is really good, much better than in Beijing. And the weather here is also good, the sun is shining every day, and it's not too hot..."
"Are you still getting used to living with uncle and aunt?"
"I was a little uncomfortable when I first came here, but I'm fine now. My parents also met several fellow villagers here. They all came from Wanwan, and their hometowns are all from our side."
He Xin checked on the Internet and found that Irvine is also a wealthy area, known as the "Second Silicon Valley", and Asians account for almost 40%. During the financial crisis in 2008, housing prices there fell sharply.
Now that the crisis has passed, especially with the influx of a large number of Chinese, it is said that housing prices have rebounded very quickly. The house Jiang Qinqin bought two years ago has now increased by almost 50%.
"Why don't you take your uncle and aunt out for fun? Las Vegas, New York, Yellowstone Park, etc." He asked again.
"It's good to stay here. If you want to travel...well, let's talk about it later."
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Qinqin was wearing a loose long skirt. She was already more than four months pregnant and had obviously gained weight. She was sitting in a Spanish-style building in Irvine, California.
In the living room of the villa, the floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and the cool morning breeze felt very comfortable on my body.
"Oh, I forgot to congratulate you. Your new movie has been shortlisted for the Venice Film Festival. Try to get that best actor back!"
"You are just a cabbage when you become an actor. How can it be so easy..."
As he said that, He Xin heard the voice of a middle-aged and elderly woman calling Jiang Qinqin for breakfast in Chongqing dialect on the phone.
"I almost forgot, isn't it morning over there?"
"Well, it's eight o'clock in the morning now. It's daylight saving time here, which is fifteen hours different from the capital. It's almost time for you to get off work here. Hey, have you been busy lately?"
"It's not bad, mainly because there are too many messy things. Your call came at the right time, otherwise I would still be arguing with others." He Xin shook his head and said with a bitter smile.
Since "Border" was shortlisted for the 68th Venice Film Festival, He Xin and Xinhao Media have once again become the focus of public opinion. Let's take a look at Xinhao Media's achievements in the past few years.
In addition to the "Crazy" series, "The Wind", "Du Lala", "囧路" and other box office hits, don't forget that Xinhao Media started out as a literary film. From the original "Incense",
From "Green Grass" to "A Tale of Two Donkeys", "A Thousand Arrows Pierce the Heart" and "The Piano of Steel", they continue to win awards internationally. It is not even an exaggeration to say that as long as it is produced by Xinhao Media, He Xin's
Once his name appears, commercial films will not worry about being a hit, and word of mouth that literary and artistic films can win awards has already spread throughout the industry.
In addition, Xinhao Media has always had a tradition of supporting new directors, especially when we saw that Fumino, a third-rate professional with an unknown background, actually had the opportunity to direct a feature film, and just after it concluded, He Xin served as the promotion ambassador
At the First Youth Film Festival, the short film "Stone" directed by Fumi Kino actually won the Best Film Award.
In the eyes of outsiders, this was obviously He Xin's driving force. At the same time, it made many filmmakers who relied on their talents but suffered from no opportunities become jealous. They came to seek opportunities with their own films or scripts.
At first, He Xin was quite excited. He had the courage to raise a banner and have heroes from all walks of life come to vote for him. However, after meeting several groups of people, he found that most of these so-called works could not be called works at all.
Either I don't understand what I'm talking about, or I'm complaining without any reason, in short, none of the works can catch my eyes.
As time went by, his mind faded. He usually no longer came forward in person for such matters. At most, he would ask the front desk to collect it and leave his contact information. However, the person who came today was a bit unusual. Not only was he introduced by an acquaintance,
, and it’s a bit scary to take out your resume.
What is a master's degree candidate in film performance creation and theory from the Department of Acting at Nortel, a Ph.D. in film and television from Peking University, a college student representative judge of the film group of the 11th "Five Ones" Project for Spiritual Civilization Construction of the Ministry of Truth, and a visiting scholar at the Department of Film, Television and Broadcasting at the University of Texas...
This resume was even more impressive than that of the fake doctor in later generations. He Xin was not very educated, but he admired and envied such an educated person, so he naturally received him warmly.
Although this Dr. Bi is unattractive in appearance, he speaks elegantly and is neither arrogant nor humble. Unlike the group of people who came before, they either think too highly of themselves and are middle-class; or they are too humble after experiencing severe beatings from society.
When they met, Dr. Bi talked eloquently about the various film art styles that are currently popular at home and abroad. He Xin was almost stunned. After going around in a long circle, he "shyly" came up with a script.
And Dr. Bi also "modestly" said that the script of this youth inspirational theme "Youth Sparkle" took him eight years to create, and all inspiration came from real life.
Hearing what he said was so magical, He Xin of course had to read it carefully. In the end, he only read less than a third of it. Although he was disappointed, he really couldn't stand it anymore.
Of course, as a master's student in film performance creation and theory in the Department of Acting at Nortel and a doctorate in film and television from Peking University, there is not much problem with the script structure. What about the four years of study and life between Wen Tianyang, a young teacher at the School of Film and Television, and his students?
The story of China’s common growth.
Originally, such an entry point was quite novel, but the content was both cliche and outrageous, exposing and criticizing the shady secrets and unspoken rules of the entertainment industry.
If these so-called shady stories and unspoken rules are really true, there is nothing wrong with it, but many of the plots are obviously hearsay, and to put it bluntly, it is like a short essay written by a melon-eater.
Not to mention that there are also problems with the characters in it. Maybe it is to reflect the conflicts of various characters. Except for a few typical rich second-generation characters, the acting students set in the script are either from ordinary working-class families or from ordinary working-class families.
They are ethnic minorities from backward and remote areas, and there are teenagers with single-parent family problems and so on.
Come on, how can there be a simple person who can stand out from thousands of troops and be admitted to the undergraduate class of the acting department? Furthermore, in today's society, those who study art must at least have a decent family background. Unless they are particularly talented, poor families are the ones who cultivate them.
I can’t afford to be an art student.
But this Dr. Bi was so confident that he actually planned to not only write, direct, but also act. He Xin almost didn't laugh at that time. According to the description in the script, the literary teacher was not only talented, but more importantly, young, handsome, and romantic.
Chic and unrestrained, based on the description of his appearance, he thought he was modeled after Wu Nianzu or the young Liu Dehua.
And this Teacher Bi, to put it bluntly, is even uglier than myself. You are also very narcissistic, right?
From that moment on, he lost interest. It turned out that Dr. Bi, who seemed very tall on the surface, was just that, not even as good as the buddies he had found before. He wanted to end the conversation several times, but he just couldn't.
Dr. Bi kept talking about his creative ideas, shooting techniques and so on.
After all, they were introduced by an acquaintance, so he had no choice but to sit there and hold on for dear life. It wasn't until Jiang Qinqin called that he took the opportunity to escape, leaving He Lirong to deal with it.
At this time, he briefly spoke to Jiang Qinqin on the phone, which made Sister Qinqin giggle.
Listening to the laughter on the phone, he could imagine Sister Qinqin looking like she was trembling with flowers, which was really a bit alluring.
"Oh, by the way, you must pay attention to safety when you are abroad. It is not the country after all. Try not to go out at night. If you see those niggas, you must stay away." He couldn't help but care.
"The land here is vast and sparsely populated, just like a large rural area. Even if you want to go out at night, there is no place to go shopping. Besides, our area has good security and is ranked among the best in the United States. Except for Asian minorities,
It’s just that there are more Latinos, and the Nico you mentioned is less common.”
Come to think of it, Irvine is considered a wealthy area, while those Nicotas from the American Empire live in the slums.
"Then you have to pay more attention..."
"I know, you've said it several times!"
Hearing He Xin's solemn instructions to pay attention to his safety, Jiang Qinqin felt very comforted and couldn't help but start acting coquettishly with him on the phone.
But when he turned his eyes, he saw that his mother was eavesdropping on her phone call with her ears raised. She couldn't help but smile and said: "Okay, I won't tell you anymore. It's time for me to have breakfast. Bye!"
After talking on the phone with the child's father, who was still in the dark, Jiang Qinqin felt refreshed and skipped over to have breakfast.
"Slow down, I'm pregnant, why don't you pay attention at all?" Mother Jiang quickly stopped her.
"Hehe, okay, pay attention next time."
Speaking of Jiang Qinqin, she looks weak on the outside, but she is actually quite strong. Except for a slight reaction at the beginning, she can basically eat and sleep now. If she was a little nervous at home, now she has completely let herself go abroad.
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The only unsatisfactory thing is that there are a lot of Chinese here, especially those who immigrated from Wanwan. She has filmed many scenes of Aunt Qiong Yao, and occasionally people will recognize her when she goes out on the street.
However, there are also gains and losses. At least there are no language barriers in the Chinese areas. Even the shop signs here are in Chinese, and the products sold in the supermarkets are in line with Chinese people's living habits. Basically, they are no different from those in China.
"Oh, why is it chicken soup again? I want to eat beef noodles."
Jiang Qinqin immediately lost her appetite when she saw the yellow chicken soup served by her mother, and pursed her lips with a dissatisfied look on her face.
"Let's have beef noodles for lunch. This chicken is not a foreign chicken. It is a local chicken that I asked someone to buy. It is the same as our domestic local chicken. Now you are not eating alone, but two people are eating."
Mother Jiang said and couldn't help but sigh heavily.
Their daughter got pregnant before they were married, and they didn't tell them who the father was. The old couple couldn't sleep well for several days because of this incident.
They were looking forward to having a grandson as soon as possible, but the prerequisite was a serious marriage and starting a family. Such a sudden incident made Father Jiang's heart almost unbearable.
But the daughter refused to say anything, so the couple had no choice but to accept it.
Early this morning, Father Jiang had breakfast as usual and went out for a walk. Xiao Tang, who came with him before, has recently returned to China after settling down here. After all, there are still many things to deal with at work. It is said that there will be more
Take the time to get married and come over when Jiang Qinqin is about to give birth.
Just now I saw my daughter talking on the phone with a smile on her face. Although Cheng’s mother strained her ears to eavesdrop, she didn’t hear anything. Now she couldn’t help but ask: “Is that old man from Wa’er just now?
"
"Yes!" Jiang Qinqin nodded unexpectedly and admitted.
When Cheng Ma heard this, she said excitedly: "Then what did he say?"
"What else can I say? It's just a casual chat."
"You didn't tell him about the baby?"
"Why bring it up? Didn't I tell you a long time ago? He doesn't even know that this child exists!"
The old couple had been arguing with their daughter about this matter for a long time, just who was the old man of the baby and what should they do in the future? But when they saw their daughter hesitating, they simply didn't say anything and continued.
Locking themselves in the room alone, the old couple couldn't do anything. However, various signs showed that the matter between their daughter and that man was obviously not glorious, and maybe their daughter was that kind of "mistress".
The old couple are so worried! Obviously their daughter is a big star and has been the pride of her parents since she was a child. Why can't she think about it now?
Cheng Ma couldn't help but said at this moment: "He doesn't know, and if you don't tell him, you can't hide this kind of thing for a lifetime, right?"
"..."
Jiang Qinqin's movements while drinking soup suddenly froze. Faced with this question, she was speechless.
Things happened so suddenly, from the initial surprise to later, she really considered the issue calmly.
God finally gave her a chance to be a mother, and it was impossible to abort it.
But how to say it? It’s hard to say, it’s hard to say...then just don’t say it at all.
As for how long she can hide it, she doesn't know. In this situation, she can only take it one step at a time and hide it as long as she can. She doesn't dare to think about the future, so she simply doesn't think about anything.
…
He Xin hung up the phone and sat in a chair stunned for a long time. To be honest, Jiang Qinqin's various abnormal behaviors made her quite worried at first, but through today's phone call, it is not difficult to tell that she is in a good state, chatting and laughing as before.
It was no different, and now he was finally relieved.
Usually when he is alone, he will often empty his mind or think divergently. This is a habit he has developed since he came to this world. But for some reason, whenever he does this recently, he always thinks of that day.
The dream I had when I was drunk at Jiang Qinqin’s house was very smooth and pleasant. It felt so real that it even had physiological reactions...
“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He subconsciously sat up straight, looked down, took a deep breath, and crossed his legs to slightly cover the indecent area.
He Lirong opened the door and came in with drooped lips.
"Sent away?"
"Well, I finally left. This guy is really annoying."
"He didn't say anything, did he?"
"What can I say? You haven't come in since you left. Anyone who is smart would understand that, not to mention that I gave him a hint."
After saying that, He Lirong complained with a bitter face: "Boss, if this happens again in the future, please don't hold me back, okay?"
He Xin smiled and said: "You are the one responsible for this work. If I don't look for you, who else can I look for? Well, you have worked hard this time. Get off work early. It's almost time for me to withdraw."
While speaking, he raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was almost half past five. He had made an appointment to have dinner with someone today.