Chapter 348
When Lao Yi returned, he found her cuddling the baby, soundly asleep. A large cat and a small cat, their bellies rising and falling as they slept, truly resembled cats. Especially with her sideways, cradling the baby, while the baby slept on its back, one paw cradling the child, she looked especially like the large cat at home, who had just given birth.
Her handbag was on the bedside table, and inside it were two movie ticket stubs. He was not at home today, and she went to see two movies, one of which made her see it for the third time today.
It's a re-run of an old film about a group of bored, decadent young people in their twenties who only care about eating, drinking, having fun, and messing around. The protagonist, whose family runs a large rice shop and provides him with financial support, doesn't study seriously or work, but instead looks for girlfriends. He has one at home and another outside, because the outside girlfriend met his girlfriend's two best friends, and they both get involved.
Why does Wang Jiazhi like to watch this movie so much? Because no matter how bad and disappointing the male protagonist is, he is so similar to his younger self!
I even bought a movie magazine with stills.
Because their relationship was deep, he naturally believed her because he loved her and loved everyone in her, just like she always liked to listen to the opera that looked like him. But if his trust was not strong enough, and with the painting from before, he might have suspected that she liked him, not just him, or that he and the other people were just stand-ins because they looked so much like the person she liked.
Wang Jiazhi had never thought about it that way, which made them both worry-free and not have any wild thoughts.
She woke up quickly, drowsily resting her head on his shoulder, holding him with her paws as she said, "Someone wants me to write a movie script. Do you want to do it?"
"You can try writing one just for fun. If you like it, you can continue writing later. Since you like movies so much, you must also want to see your writing performed."
"But movies are different from novels. Plus, everything is up to the director, so he might change everything completely. The actors might also be completely different from what you imagined, and then people who see it might say, 'That writer wrote it,' as if my taste and writing are just as bad. It's like that movie a while ago, where they cast two strong, sallow-skinned people to play the pale, thin, and gaunt male and female protagonists. Those who knew about it thought the director had made a poor choice, while those who didn't would have thought the writer's portrayal of a life of luxury, beauty, and gauntness was actually just earthy and strong."
He laughed and said, "You really can't be a screenwriter unless the director and actors listen to you. But seeing something you've worked so hard on being tampered with does make you indignant."
"That's right. I used to like that novel very much and had been looking forward to it for years to see if someone would make a movie out of it. When I heard it was that director, I knew without even watching the movie, my heart sank. That director is very good at filming poor women. As long as it's a literary drama, she has to make it completely unrecognizable. It's hard to describe. In her movies, she always turns the gentle, charming, and pitiful girl into a mushroom-haired, carefree tomboy. When people say her filming is not good, she says the actors are doing useless work and not performing the effect she wants, but she didn't care, so it's not good. Or she says that if she had known the audience didn't like those two actors, she would have replaced them with someone else. It's as if she, the director, is just a decoration. The actors' performances don't meet her ideas, so why doesn't she ask the actors to perform according to her ideas? She made them starve and freeze and read the information many times, but it's not good at all." It's so pitiful. After almost ten years, she still has to tell me, "What's the point of doing all this?" Isn't it infuriating? And she's not blind. The characters in the novel are pale, but she insists on casting bronze-colored actors; the characters in the novel are thin and weak, but she insists on casting strong and muscular actors; the characters in the novel all have long hair, but she always wants mushroom hair. She's not blind, can't she tell the difference between tall and short, fat and thin, long and short, black and white? She spent so much money, but it was wasted. She keeps saying that her hometown is in the north, but then she shoots the scenery and people in the north to make them ugly, sloppy and vulgar. How can she treat her hometown like this? That actress is also pitiful. Almost twenty years ago, she took the blame for one director, and twenty years later, she has to take the blame for another director. All the problems with the director are her fault. It's like the prince's scapegoat in the past. When the prince makes a mistake, you can't hit the prince, but you hit the scapegoat. Ridiculous!"
He listened to her endless complaints and gossip with a smile; he never felt annoyed, but rather amused. Wang Jiazhi felt that while Xiaoshuang and Meihui were gone, she lacked someone to share her thoughts with. But having him around wasn't bad either; he was willing to listen to her gossip and share her thoughts. It was just that he couldn't carry her ideas forward like they could.
"If I also become a tomboy with mushroom hair, will you still like me?"
He smiled and said, "Then why don't you give it a try by cutting your hair into a mushroom shape tomorrow."
"I don't want to cut my long hair."
At this time, the kitten woke up, and he held her in his arms and played with her. When he stretched his head, she would also go over and touch his head. If he put her in front of the cat, the kitten would also touch her head with the real furry head, which was so cute.
Recently, someone brought up an old story about her writing, criticizing her work, again regarding that novel. Wang Jiazhi was simply indignant at the time. The critics implied that men have the power to make women suffer for their entire lives, while women lack the ability to make men suffer for them. So, out of anger, she wrote a rebuttal. Of course, she knew that in reality, most women suffer lifelong pain from the loss of a loved one, while men rarely experience this.
The plot of today's movie is that the heroine commits suicide to avenge the hero with her death, making him live a life worse than death.
His last words were: "If I die today, I will only feel pain for a moment, but I want you to feel pain for a lifetime."
Wang Jiazhi also found it unrealistic. How could she be so confident, believing that her death would cause her husband a lifetime of grief? There seemed to be a news report at the time about a pregnant woman diagnosed with a terminal illness, who forgoes treatment to give birth to the child. She talked about how lonely her husband would be after her death, and how she wanted to leave him a child to keep him company.
She thought to herself, "If you die, people will find someone new soon. Wouldn't leaving a child behind just be a burden and make people hate you?"
She told him about this incident and said, "Thinking about it now, it was really childish."
He blurted out: "Why not?"
As soon as he said this, he was very curious. Why did he find such pretentious and unrealistic words so reasonable?
That night, they cleaned up and prepared to go to bed. The child was already asleep. He had just laid down when she suddenly popped her head out from under the covers like a kitten, her eyes shining. He smiled dotingly, and suddenly remembered the words she had mentioned in the movie. The scene before him was surprisingly familiar.
It was a few months after her death that he found her hair on his clothes while changing.
The days passed peacefully and everything returned to normal.
One day, as his car passed Jing'an Temple Road, he turned and saw her coming towards him on a tricycle. Her expression was filled with grief and despair. He looked in that direction in astonishment, but the tricycle just faded away. Before he could recover from the shock, he passed a fur shop and saw her again, handbag in hand, walking aimlessly down the street.
There was a lot of work to do that day, and I didn't sleep all day and night. It was not until the next night that I was finally able to go back to the house to rest.
He later realized that the room was on the second floor, below which was the lobby, and below that was the interrogation room in the basement, which seemed to be exactly the room she was staying in. The basement was hell, and now he was still in the world, while she had already gone to hell.
He was so busy that he had forgotten all about the day's events, but now he remembered them again in the little room.
Didn't they say she was very calm and wanted to die? In fact, she didn't want to die, she still wanted to live.
She suddenly crawled out from under the quilt like a kitten, her eyes bright, just like before, but without the sad look.
She was so cold lying on him, and when he reached out to hug her, his whole body felt cold.
"Why is it so cold?"
"The stone is too cold and too hard."
He held her in his arms, covered her with the quilt, and said, "It will be warm in a while."
She said, "It won't be warm. But luckily my face isn't hurt. From here, I can't see it."
He woke up suddenly. The light from the searchlight swept across the room through the curtains and illuminated the pot of jasmine on the table. Under the moonlight, the flowers fell like snow, falling non-stop and never stopping.
At this moment, he parted her hair and found a light red circular mark the size of a copper coin in the right hair.
"Why is there a red mark here?"
"Um?"
She got up, took the mirror beside the bed, and fiddled with her hair. Sure enough, there was a faint red spot in her hair.
"How could this be there? I grew up without even knowing it. My hair was blocking my view. Luckily it's in my hair, otherwise it would have ruined my appearance."
"yes……"
He seemed to remember something, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember anything.
Related extras:
It is the scorching hottest month of July in Tianjin. On the extremely hot streets, a variety show is performing an outdoor task.
Surprise guest Xiao Miao: 27 years old, actor. Wearing a light gray T-shirt, his upper body already soaked through, he was drenched in sweat, his face dripping with sweat, struggling to make his way. The group was on a mission, reaching their destination on a shoestring budget.
Outfield:
Little Meow: "Can you give me another bottle of water?"
FPD: "You just drank a bottle of water and already owe the production team six dollars. Your current debt exceeds the maximum loan amount and you cannot borrow any more."
Xiao Miao: "I just drank a bottle of water, how come I'm in debt!" He was sweating profusely while walking.
FPD: "The first two members of your group have spent 156 yuan, leaving 4 yuan. Because you drank a bottle of water, which cost 10 yuan, you are now 6 yuan in debt."
Xiao Miao: "What's the maximum loan amount?"
FPD: "Two bucks."
Xiao Miao: "What? I just asked you to borrow two dollars. I only spent 10 dollars and I'm already in debt. Why did they spend so much? And what's with the water? It's 10 dollars a bottle!"
He looked hopeless and haggard in front of the camera.
Xiao Miao: "I have no money and no water now, how can I go?"
FPD: "It would take six hours just walking."
Xiao Miao: "I don't mind walking for six hours, but I think without water and under the scorching sun, I will collapse from heatstroke before we reach our destination." He looked depressed and helpless.
FPD: "You can ask for help from the audience along the way." He took out a large QR code from his T-shirt.
Xiao Miao: "How can I beg for food? How do you want me to ask for money from the audience along the way?" He looked desperate.
Studio:
"Xiao Miao is going crazy. His teammates have spent all their money. He can't even afford a bottle of water."
"It was too hot. He couldn't even walk."
"It was already dark when we got there. It was almost seven or eight o'clock."
The big screen clearly showed the remaining funds: -6.
outdoor:
Continue walking with difficulty until you reach Chifeng Road, in front of a coffee shop with a Republican-style style.
A girl wearing a light dark green cheongsam with a branch pattern was taking a selfie when she saw him and came over and said, "Handsome guy, can you take a picture of me?"
"Okay~" The gloomy mood disappeared instantly and a bright smile appeared.
Studio:
"Xiao Miao has good professional ethics and immediately smiled when he saw the fans."
"He took pictures and then started crying, hahahaha!"
outdoor:
The girl came closer, saw the appearance clearly, and shouted in shock: "Oh my God, it's a high imitation!!!"
Excitedly, he said, "Take a few photos with me."
Little Cat smiled for the photo.
Girls in cheongsams kept running out of the cafe, asking for photos. Most of them were wearing light dark green cheongsams with branch patterns. The girls rushed to take photos, chatting excitedly and getting all hands on.
Studio:
"What's going on? Xiao Miao is surrounded by beauties."
“Are all of them his fans?”
outdoor:
Girl 1: "Are you doing the task?"
Little Meow: "Yeah."
Girl 2: "Where are you going?"
Little Meow: “***”
Girl 3: "That's so far. Why don't you take a car? It's so hot."
Xiao Miao: "There's nothing I can do. Funds are limited."
Girl 1: "I'll give you money!"
Little Meow: "No, really no!"
Girl 2: "I'll give you money too."
Everyone rushed to take out their mobile phones to scan the code to transfer money: the scene became chaotic again.
Studio:
The large screen showing the remaining funds showed a number that kept rising from -6. The studio staff were stunned and exclaimed in amazement, before finally settling on 6680.
"How come there are still eighty?"
"A few transferred 520."
"Why are they so willing to transfer money to Xiao Miao? Are they all his fans?"
outdoor:
Inside the business car, Xiao Miao was enjoying the air conditioning with a glass of iced American coffee in his hand. He looked much better than before and looked relaxed.
FPD: "Is this okay for you? Who said they don't know how to beg for food?"
Xiao Miao: "Why don't you watch what you are saying."
The camera turns to FPD, who is holding an American coffee in one hand and an ice cream in the other, surrounded by a fruit platter and cake.
Xiao Miao: "I said no, but whoever took out the QR code, I couldn't stop him."
Studio:
“Oh, that’s Zhang Ailing’s former residence.”
"That's Zhang Ailing's former residence in Tianjin, now converted into a coffee shop. You can wear cheongsams and take photos inside. They saw that Xiao Miao looked a lot like that guy, so they all took photos with him and even transferred money to him."
"Did Xiao Miao go there on purpose? He knew someone would be willing to transfer money to him if he went there."
Big screen subtitles: Xiao Miao used his image advantage to complete the task.
Barrage:
Who said Xiao Miao doesn’t know that he is handsome?
Xiao Miao’s appearance and acting skills are very similar.
Those girls were all crazy. They didn't expect that a high-quality imitation would fall down, and it looked very young.
Xiao Miao is so smart. He knows that he can get money by going there.
Xiao Miao earns money through hard work and taking photos with people.
I've been there, and there's a movie poster for "**" there, right in Eileen Chang's bedroom.
I've been there, and indeed many girls chose that dress to take photos.
Let Xiao Miao be a permanent member, he is really good at variety shows.
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