Chapter 30 The Fallen Child Star 30

Director Chen's apology added some heat to the celebration party of "Sunken".

Many reporters were very excited and wanted to interview Director Chen about his feelings when he apologized. Unfortunately, they couldn't see Director Chen for a while, so they focused all their fire on the other party involved in the incident.

Xu Weiheng had just finished reading Director Chen's Weibo when he was surrounded by reporters who wanted to interview him about his opinion on Director Chen's apology.

"Unexpected."

Xu Weiheng told the truth.

But the reporters were not satisfied.

"Before Director Chen publicly apologized, did he reveal his intention in this regard to you?"

"No."

"Do you have any response to Director Chen?"

Xu Weiheng smiled slightly.

In the noisy celebration party, his voice was always calm.

"I accept the compliment from Director Chen, and I will continue to encourage him."

This is absolutely flawless. The reporters surrounding Xu Weiheng secretly complained, wondering how a young man like Xu Weiheng could act so experienced in front of the media.

Seeing that they could not gain anything from him, the reporters quickly turned their guns around and asked Yao Rong what he thought about this matter.

"To be honest, I have been waiting for Director Chen to post this Weibo for a long time." Yao Rong held the microphone and said calmly.

The reporter exclaimed: "So some netizens speculated that you wrote the script of "Sinking" just to teach Director Chen a lesson, right?" "

Of course not. I just want to tell Director Chen what the current market likes."

The reporter secretly complained: Haha, this is not called teaching Director Chen a lesson.

"Director Chen has been in the industry for 30 years and has made many critically acclaimed and box-office-winning films, winning many awards and earning the reputation of being "China's No. 1 doomsday disaster filmmaker." But -"

The reporter was shocked: they knew there would be a "but" behind this.

"I want to ask you a question. After 2050, has Director Chen studied what the current audience likes to watch? When polishing the script, did you consider the market trend? When 2050Ⅱ suffered a serious box office setback, did Director Chen reflect on himself? Rather than saying that I taught Director Chen a lesson, it is better to say that the audience is telling Director Chen that you are out of date."

"Those who do not respect the needs of the audience and the market and only care about catering to their own aesthetics, commonly known as self-satisfaction, will be abandoned by the audience and the market."

Is this sentence heartbreaking?

She wants to be heartbreaking.

One reporter's brain was already working fast, thinking about how to expand Yao Rong's speech into an article: "What do you think about Director Chen praising Xu Weiheng?"

"Director Chen is an honest person on this matter."

Reporter: "..."

"Even Director Chen has admitted defeat. Audiences who have not seen "Sinking" can go to the cinema to watch it. I believe it will be worth the money."

Yao Rong also took the opportunity to advertise.

The reporter who was holding back was hurt: "...That's Wen Qiu over there, right? Wen Qiu, wait! Can you say a few words to us!"

After the celebration banquet, this interview was posted online, and many netizens laughed out loud.

Netizens also agreed with Yao Rong's views.

【More than a decade has passed, and those born in the 1990s and 2000s have become the main consumers. The audience is no longer the audience of the past, but Director Chen's aesthetics is still stuck in the past. 】

【Director Chen has the right to be happy, but the audience can also choose not to buy your bill. 】

【To be honest, it is not just Director Chen. I think this is a common problem for many big directors in China. I spent tens of dollars and wasted two hours to go to the cinema, but I didn't even understand the story.

I admit that my aesthetics is not up to standard, but I watch movies just to kill time and have fun. If you raise the threshold for viewing, it means that you have abandoned my type of audience.

And audiences like me are the majority. Director

Chen sat in front of the computer, took out the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth, and pressed it hard into the ashtray.

Long after Yao Rong finished the interview, a friend who attended the celebration party sent him the interview video.

From the time he watched the video to now, Director Chen maintained the same posture and sat there for two hours.

Others may only be able to hear the surface meaning of Yao Rong's words, but he understood the threat behind Yao Rong's words.

She was telling him: It is not enough to just obey; even if you are wrong, you have to admit it.

She was not satisfied with his evasive Weibo post.

- Yes, in the Weibo post he posted, he only recognized Xu Weiheng's acting skills and did not admit the bad things he had done.

Director Chen closed his eyes tightly, and his body fell back heavily, leaning against the back of the chair.

After struggling for a long time, Director Chen slowly picked up his mobile phone.

There were many messages in his mobile phone.

Most of them were sent to him by directors he knew.

All the words were mocking him for being slapped in the face by a small screenwriter.

After reading all these messages, Director Chen suddenly laughed.

If he is out of date, what are these directors?

Aren't they also out of date?

He thinks these people are ridiculous.

But I am afraid that in the hearts of Yao Rong and many audiences, he is as ridiculous as these people.

Director Chen let out a long breath and finally made up his mind.

He deleted all the messy information and made a phone call: "Help me contact the media. I will hold a press conference tomorrow night... Where? Right... Right where the "2050Ⅱ" press conference was held." The

heavy news that Director Chen held a press conference spread quickly throughout the circle like wings.

The next night, at the press conference, almost all the entertainment news reporters who could make it to the press conference were present.

Director Chen stood up and gave a long speech.

The main idea of ​​this speech can be summarized in two points:

First, he apologized for the irresponsible words he said at the "2050Ⅱ" press conference, and was willing to compensate Xu Weiheng for it.

Secondly, he will not take on any new dramas in the next three years, but will re-understand the market and the audience, and then meet everyone with better works.

"Ms. Yao said something very well. This world is ultimately a world for young people. If you don't want to be abandoned, you must respect the ever-changing aesthetics. She didn't teach me, but I learned a lot."

Director Chen smiled slightly, took a step back, and bowed deeply to the audience.

This action also indicated that his speech tonight was over.

I don't know why, after saying that, Director Chen felt very relaxed.

Thirty years have passed, and for the first time, he recalled himself thirty years ago so clearly.

At that time, he sat on the ridge of the field, chatting with the farmers in the field and asking them what movies they wanted to watch; he walked on the street and asked those who were dressed modernly or simply what they wanted to see when they went to the cinema...

But later, he walked out of the crowd and sat behind the camera. He sat there for so many years and never walked back to the crowd.

It turned out that he had been away from the audience for so long.

All the reporters at the meeting stood up in shock and asked questions one after another.

"Director Chen, Director Chen, please say a few more words."

"Excuse me, why did you hold this press conference? Is it because of what Yao Rong said yesterday?"

"Director Chen, what do you think of what Yao Rong said yesterday? Can you respond to this matter?" Director

Chen ignored the reporters, turned around and walked down from the podium, and hurried away, leaving them all behind.

The reporters wanted to rush over, but were stopped by security.

Seeing that it was hopeless to question Director Chen, the reporters left the press conference one after another.

Such big news must be released as soon as possible!

Soon, related news began to appear on the Weibo of large and small media.

#Director Chen holds a press conference to apologize#

Xu Weiheng, who had just boarded the plane, naturally saw it as well.

After staring at the screen of his mobile phone for a long time, Xu Weiheng turned his head and looked at Yao Rong, who was sitting on his right and sleeping.

Although he didn't know how she did it, he thought that this matter must be related to Ms. Yao.

Xu Weiheng's eyebrows curved slightly, and he put the mobile phone back into his pocket. He stopped a passing flight attendant, asked her for a blanket, and gently covered Yao Rong with it.

Yao Rong opened her eyes because of this movement.

"It's okay, go back to sleep, the plane is about to take off." Xu Weiheng said.

"Then you should sleep for a while, the plane will take more than three hours to get to City D." Yao Rong said sleepily.

"Okay."

"Is Director Chen's press conference over?" "Yes

."

"Yeah. Then forget about it."

"Okay. I'll keep looking forward."

Yao Rong smiled, changed his posture, and closed his eyes again.

Not long after, "The Sinking" successfully got the extension key.

After 30 days of normal release and 30 days of additional screening, "The Sinking" finally closed with a magnificent box office of 7.3 billion, which shocked many people and also made people see the vitality of naked-eye 3D technology.

There is no doubt that "The Sinking" can achieve such a good result, which is inseparable from the help of naked-eye 3D, a brand-new technology.

With the core technology in hand, Tiangong Vision, a special effects company that was originally unknown, has made a leap forward. Every day, many TV series and film crews call Tiangong Vision to discuss cooperation matters.

Pei Rou and the others couldn't help but make a video call to Yao Rong, shouting, "It's so cool! Sister Yao, you know, we have never been so happy in our lives!"

Yao Rong smiled and said, "Are you so happy now? In a little while, maybe even foreign teams will come to you for cooperation."

No matter how far foreign special effects technology has lagged behind domestic technology in the past, naked-eye 3D technology has successfully achieved overtaking in the corner.

Pei Rou laughed and worshiped Yao Rong.

After hanging up Pei Rou's phone, Yao Rong's phone rang again.

Many film and television production companies have obtained Yao Rong's contact information through various channels, hoping to customize scripts from Yao Rong to shoot movies.

In addition, there were film and television production companies that wanted to purchase the film and television copyrights of "Starry Sky" and "Light Years", but after Yao Rong evaluated their comprehensive capabilities, he temporarily declined.

The person who called Yao Rong in the end was the person in charge of Blue Shadow.

"I thought this call would be made earlier."

The two were acquaintances, and Yao Rong spoke more directly.

The person in charge of Blue Shadow laughed: "I know that many people must have called you during this period. I thought that I would let you hear the chips offered by others so that you can feel the sincerity of Blue Shadow."

In the movie "Sinking", Blue Shadow made a huge profit.

In addition to the billions of box office revenue, there were also stocks that soared one after another.

Compared with other film and television production companies, Blue Shadow knew best who brought all this to them.

Therefore, the person in charge of Blue Shadow did not keep the secret and went straight to the point.

"We want to acquire the film and television copyrights of "Starry Sky" and "Light Years", and still invite you to be the screenwriter of these two movies. The treatment is definitely the best in the industry. What do you think?" "

No problem for me." Yao Rong asked back, but she also put forward her own requirements, "I hope that the production team of "Starry Sky" and "Light Years" are the original team of "Sinking", what do you think?" "

You have no problem, and of course I have no problem!" The person in charge of Blue Shadow said happily.

The original team of "Sinking", this name is worth hundreds of millions of box office.

Even if Yao Rong did not take the initiative to bring up this point, he would not change the production team.

"Then you prepare the contract." Yao Rong hung up the phone.

The spring rain was about to stop, and there was a gentle knock on the door.

Yao Rong went to open the door.

Xu Weiheng was standing outside the door, holding a bottle of Wangzai milk in one hand and a box of washed cherries in the other.

He stuffed everything in his hand to Yao Rong: "I heard you were on the phone all night."

Yao Rong ate a cherry and said nonchalantly: "Lan Zhiying bought the film and television copyrights of "Starry Sky" and "Light Years" from me."

"You have good vision." Xu Weiheng praised.

Yao Rong was amused by his reaction and spit out the cherry pit.

The moon broke through the clouds, and the warm starlight spread out from behind Xu Weiheng, illuminating his bright eyebrows.

Yao Rong suddenly remembered something.

In half a month, it will be Xu Weiheng's coming-of-age ceremony.

"Your eighteenth birthday is coming soon. On your birthday, let's have a birthday live broadcast."

"Birthday live broadcast? Wouldn't that be too ostentatious?"

"No."

Yao Rong has always been open-minded and would communicate with Xu Weiheng about everything. If he really didn't want to do it, she wouldn't force him.

This was the first time she had asked to do something so forcefully.

"This birthday live broadcast must be held."

Perhaps because he felt that his reaction was a bit extreme, Yao Rong calmed down and explained.

"This is your coming-of-age ceremony. It's such an important day, and your fans must want to participate in person."

"Everyone will say happy birthday to you and give you the best wishes."

For some reason, perhaps because of Yao Rong's expression or Yao Rong's tone, Xu Weiheng's eyes suddenly turned red.

This emotion came strangely, but it made him unable to calm down for a long time.

It was as if...

as if on this day, no one had said happy birthday to him, and no one had given him the best wishes.

As Xu Weiheng's eighteenth birthday approached, he began to have frequent dreams.

He tossed and turned in deep sleep, but when he woke up, he had completely forgotten what he had dreamed about. He only vaguely remembered his helpless wandering in the dream.

Until the day before his birthday, Yao Rong took him shopping, bought him a lot of clothes, and dragged him to the supermarket to buy a lot of ingredients for making cakes.

Looking at the shopping cart getting higher and higher, the strange emotions lingering in his heart faded a lot.

On his birthday, Xu Weiheng got up early.

After washing up, Xu Weiheng fingerprint unlocked his phone.

There were many unread messages in WeChat.

Wen Qiu, Di Zheng, Zhang Qingyi, Zhang Qingyi's son Li Chu, the director of "Sinking Ashes"...

Each of them sent him a "Happy Birthday" blessing at midnight. People like Wen Qiu and Zhang Qingyi, who were more familiar with him, reminded him on WeChat to pick up the express delivery, and the gifts would be delivered to his door at noon.

In addition to them, several classmates who Xu Weiheng got along well with in high school also sent him messages.

Xu Weiheng read these messages over and over for a long time, then rolled over on his back on the bed with his phone in his arms twice, and then sat up quickly and replied to the messages one by one.

By the time he finished replying to the messages, it was almost eight o'clock.

Xu Weiheng put down his phone and walked out of the room.

The door of Yao Rong's room was open, but there was movement coming from the kitchen.

Xu Weiheng went to the kitchen and saw that Yao Rong was cooking noodles.

"You're just in time, the longevity noodles are almost ready."

Xu Weiheng walked up to her and watched her put seasoning into the pot.

The mist was rising, warm and cozy, as if it softened the spring light, and as if time had stopped, leaving only deep warmth.

"Two years ago, I was hungover in my rental house. When I woke up, I happened to see you cooking noodles in the kitchen."

That was the first time he saw her in thirteen years.

Sometimes he felt that a long time had passed.

But when he thought about it, he realized that only two years had passed.

"My noodle-cooking skills should be better than two years ago."

"Yeah. The noodles you cook are always the best." Xu Weiheng continued to watch her cook noodles. After a long while, when Yao Rong finished serving the noodles with chopsticks, Xu Weiheng suddenly asked softly, "Do you remember what the first sentence you said to me that day was?"

Yao Rong paused as she held the chopsticks.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes falling on him.

Two years passed in a flash, and the way she looked at him remained the same, and even became more calm and gentle as time went by.

"Weiheng, I'm your mother."

"Mom."

Xu Weiheng called her, hugged her tightly with both hands, lowered his head, and buried his head in her shoulder.

This was the first time he called her mother.

He called her so softly that I was afraid it was just a dream.

But Yao Rong still heard it clearly.

She blinked lightly, and at that moment, she actually had the urge to cry.

After a long while, she raised her hands a little awkwardly and gently hugged Xu Weiheng back.

"Yeah. I'm here."

Yao Rong whispered, "Weiheng, happy birthday."

Afraid that he didn't hear clearly, she repeated again, "Happy 18th birthday."

The turbulent emotions gradually calmed down, and shame came over him. Xu Weiheng coughed softly, broke free from the embrace, turned his back to Yao Rong, and took the longevity noodles away: "The kitchen is too hot, I'll go out for some fresh air first."

Yao Rong untied her apron and was about to hang it back in place when the system, which had been silent for a long time, popped up again: [The system senses that the host's emotions are fluctuating greatly]

"System, did you hear him call me mom?"

The system tried to analyze from Yao Rong's perspective: [So the host is so excited because he finally got Xu Weiheng's recognition? 】

Humans always attach great importance to titles, and a title represents a kind of recognition.

Boss, sir, master.

Ordinary titles are given heavy weight.

"It's not recognition."

Yao Rong knew it didn't understand, and smiled and repeated it again: "It's not recognition."

The system finally encountered a problem that it couldn't figure out no matter how hard it thought: [What is the host thinking now? 】

Yao Rong took out the ingredients for making cakes from the refrigerator: "I used to think that I came to this world because of him, and I was redeeming him. But now I realize that in the process of redeeming him, I was also redeemed by him."

In the Space-Time Administration, there are many excellent taskers. After experiencing various tasks, they either get tired of the repeated travels and finally choose to leave the Space-Time Administration; or choose to pay a high price and drink the potion that makes them forget their emotions.

Yao Rong is not that fragile, but she must admit that when she has experienced enough, when she has seen the rise and fall of dynasties, and watched people grow old, get sick and die, she slowly forgets the feeling of crying.

[But a strong person will not cry. 】

"But are people who shed tears necessarily weak? Only gods can be truly heartless and desireless."

As if recalling something, Yao Rong smiled and refuted his previous words.

"No. Perhaps even gods want to fight for the eternal tradition of the human world."

The system was silent, and the huge database was constantly running.

After a long time, a poem from China flashed on its light screen-

I have realized the vastness of the universe, but I still pity the green grass and trees.

I have seen the vastness of the world, and I have revisited the insignificance of human affairs, and also relived the true feelings of the world.

Is this what the host's words did not mean?

The system continued to look through the long river of history, seeing the emergence of heroes and heroes, and also watching the tragic songs of heroes at the end of their lives.

Yao Rong was beating eggs when she suddenly heard a mechanical sizzling sound in her ears, followed by the system's excited and joyful voice.

[The human race is the weakest among all the races in the interstellar universe, but occupies the most vast star territory. The host is right, their greatness may not be because they are fearless, but because they are able to overcome their own weakness time and time again. ]

Yao Rong smiled helplessly.

No matter how great humans are, she just wants to make the cake in front of her.

***

Xu Weiheng changed out of his sponge baby pajamas, picked for a while in the closet, and took out the new clothes Yao Rong bought for him.

It was a casual set with a yellow top and black bottom.

After changing his clothes, Xu Weiheng touched the star pendant hanging in front of his neck, smiled and took out a book "Film and Television Analysis and Appreciation" from the bookshelf, then moved the recliner under the grape vine rack, lay down with a soft pillow in his arms, opened the book and started reading.

The fan was turning slowly beside him, bringing a slight coolness.

Ping An came back from playing somewhere, sticking out his tongue because of the heat, and rushed over to lie in front of the fan, but accidentally knocked the fan down.

Seeing that the fan was not turning, it patted the base of the fan with its paw pads, shook its tail a few times, turned its head and barked at Xu Weiheng twice.

Xu Weiheng pressed down the book, and his eyes appeared from behind the book.

He smiled at Ping An for a few times before he stretched out his hand, slowly raised the fan again, and pointed at the empty space beside him with his fingertips: "Come and lie down here."

Ping An obediently lay down beside him.

A man and a dog were enjoying the endless spring breeze, reading endless chapters in the endless spring.

After an unknown amount of time, Xu Weiheng loosened his hand, and the open book fell on his face, just blocking the dazzling light for him, and he leaned on the bamboo recliner and fell asleep.

Ping An used his claws to chase away butterflies, and when he was tired, he curled up into a ball, letting the butterflies land on his wet nose, and took a nap with Xu Weiheng.

The time was quiet and good.

***

Xu Weiheng slept very comfortably this time.

He woke up slowly until there was a knock on the door.

After stretching, Xu Weiheng put down the pillow and went to open

the door. It was a courier delivering goods.

"There are a lot of couriers today." As he said that, the courier unloaded seven couriers from the car.

Some of the couriers were very large and heavy, and Xu Weiheng hurried to lend a hand.

After the courier left, Xu Weiheng rubbed his forehead: "Why are there so many?"

Xu Weiheng muttered to himself, squatted down, and looked through the courier list. The people

who sent him the parcels were Wen Qiu, Zhang Qingyi, and...

his fan club.

The heaviest couriers were all sent by the fan club.

Yao Rong came out of the house after hearing the noise: "The president of your fan club contacted me and said that he wanted to send you some gifts. They were all support items from the fan club and letters and greeting cards they wrote to you, so I didn't refuse."

Xu Weiheng sped up the speed of unpacking the packages.

When all the packages were unpacked, Xu Weiheng finally saw the full picture of the gifts.

It was indeed as Yao Rong said, the fan club sent all support items and letters and greeting cards.

Xu Weiheng gently stroked these gifts with gentle eyes.

He sat in the yard and read all these letters and greeting cards one by one.

No matter which letter or which greeting card, they all wished him a happy birthday and wished him a bright future.

Xu Weiheng suddenly looked forward to tonight's birthday live broadcast.

At 7:30 in the evening, Xu Weiheng's previous Weibo post was ranked first in the hot search by fans.

Now, not only fans who follow Xu Weiheng's Weibo, but also the majority of netizens know that Xu Weiheng will have a birthday live broadcast today.

Many netizens who have nothing to do or have a good impression of Xu Weiheng follow Xu Weiheng's Weibo and wait for the live broadcast to start.

At 7:50 in the evening, after Xu Weiheng finished dinner, he began to fiddle with the live broadcast equipment in the yard, and tuned the lights in the yard and his guitar.

After doing all this, Xu Weiheng opened the live broadcast room and posted the link to the live broadcast room on Weibo.

Fans and passers-by who had been waiting for a long time rushed in.

In just half a minute, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room exceeded 500,000.

[Happy birthday to Xu Weiheng]

[Happy 18th birthday to the best Xu Weiheng in the world]

[Happy birthday, thank you for coming into this world 18 years ago, the future has been slowly paving before your eyes, please work hard to walk on the flowery path, brother]

As if they had made an appointment, as soon as they entered the live broadcast room, the audience began to send their blessings tacitly.

The words "Happy Birthday" were densely packed on the barrage.

Whenever Xu Weiheng looked up at the barrage, he could see countless Happy Birthdays.

[Hey, why can't I give rewards?]

[Yeah, I've topped up the money and prepared to send a birthday cake, but it showed that the live broadcast room didn't have rewards turned on

.] Because there was no way to reward, fans had to put in all their efforts and send blessings madly during the cooling time of the barrage.

Xu Weiheng sat in front of the camera and lost the ability to speak for a long time.

A strong wind suddenly blew up, messing up his hair in front of his forehead.

He raised his hand, as if to smooth down his messy hair, but he wiped the back of his fingers across the end of his eyes.

[QAQ Brother, is he crying?]

[He was wiping his tears just now.]

[Help! Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, today is your birthday, you should be happy! 】

【Say a few words to us, we will be happy just chatting】

"Thank you all for coming over, spending your precious time with me, and celebrating my birthday with me." Xu Weiheng said softly, "I have received all the letters and greeting cards, I like them very much, and I will definitely keep them well. There are also cheering clothes prepared by the fan club. If there are activities to meet fans in the future, I will wear them to meet you."

After whispering a few words, Xu Weiheng began to sing for them, answer questions raised by the barrage, and talk about his interesting experiences in the "Sinking Ai" crew.

He talked a lot.

It was not until Yao Rong pushed two cakes in front of him that he was surprised by the passage of time.

"Light the candles and make a wish."

Yao Rong handed Xu Weiheng two packs of candles and a lighter.

There were enough candles, and Xu Weiheng lit eighteen candles around the small cake.

The lights in the yard went out.

The moonlight was obscured by the clouds.

Only the dancing candlelight fell, clearly illuminating his distinct eyelashes.

Xu Weiheng clasped his hands in front of him.

The moment he closed his eyes, he saw only one word in the barrage.

It was "Happy Birthday".

And the number of people online in the live broadcast room was 2 million.

So many people are accompanying him on this special day.

-I make a wish...

Xu Weiheng closed his eyes, like a believer bowing in front of the Buddha, extremely pious.

-The people who love me are safe and happy.

-The people I love have no worries in their lives.

-The last wish is that my future will be open and bright.

After making these three wishes, the helplessness and hesitation that had been lingering in his heart all this time disappeared.

A star broke through the sky behind him, as if it was about to fall into the sky, but was retained by the long night at the last moment, returned to the sky, and illuminated the ages.